As much as I love sub crybaby bottom Choso, I also love service top Choso who’s definitely subservient, but not quite in a submissive way. nsfw 18+ drabble mdni.
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Choso is the type of devoted that ensures he knows exactly what you need at any time day or night, because he pays attention to your body language like it’s his favourite hobby. Keeps tabs on every minute twitch of your thighs, every hitch of your breath or flutter of your lashes the same way he tracks how much water you’ve drank in a day, or the last time you ate something. He’s the type to let you sink down on his cock or grind against his mouth whenever you please. He’ll abandon whatever menial task he was doing prior, immediately consumed by you, utterly devoted to taking you apart - wringing orgasm after dizzying orgasm out of you until your legs have turned to jelly and all you can manage to do is slur out some breathy sound in the vague shape of his name.
No matter how long it takes, how red raw he feels, he’ll keep going until you’re well and truly satisfied, and then some. Using all of that inhuman endurance to keep you stuffed nice and full until you’re literally begging him to stop. He’ll peer down at you with those big brown eyes, low lidded and hazy and oh so full of love, murmuring sweet little coos of “right here, huh baby? feels good right here?” while he rubs messy hearts over your clit. You’re barely over your last orgasm - erring on overstimulated when he pushes you right against the edge again with a few well placed thrusts, “what’s that? you want another one?” because the only way he feels accomplished is with you sobbing in pleasure and utterly boneless after he’s broken you.
synopsis . Thigh riding with your boyfriend. content . afab!reader, established relationship, teasing, he's kinda mean, slight size kink, degradation, praise, etc. (this is a repost from kamitv)
Your boyfriend makes you drag your drooling pussy all over the expanse of thick thigh while he's leaning back—manspread like some slut—against the couch with hungry eyes and a mean grip on your hips, just for fun.
Groaning a teasing, "You look so fuckin' pretty on me like this," as if he wasn't using you like some sort of entertainment right now.
He loved watching the way your gorgeous face twisted up all needly and nothing satisfied him more than gifting your hand a rude smack when you tried to grab at his cock.
Some fuckin' nerve you had.
Here he was trying to be nice, complimenting you, and let you get off all prettily on his thigh but you wanted to be greedy and reach for his dick instead? Suguru scoffed at you and sliped one of his hands in between your lewdly parted legs just to pinch your clit and listen to the way you whine.
Scoffing at your whole dramatic display, "Aw, what's the matter now, you mad?" He'd go on and tease, just to earn that frustrated pout of yours and smile at the sight.
You'd frown at him fully and your nails would go digging into the skin of his arm where your hand was holding onto, "When I said I wanted to ride you... this isn't what I meant, Suguru."
Your boyfriend only makes the most delighted expression that manages to piss you off even more before he says, "You should've been more specific then, huuuh?" in that mocking tone he knows you hate love so much.
To which you groan and jerk your hips forward as if to make some kind of point. Not that it helps much with the way he steels that hand on your hip and forces your cunt to grind smoothly over the slick mess you've already made on his naked thigh.
And he'd start flexing the muscles of his leg, making sure you really feel the pressure in between your sloppy folds. The whole act makes his cock ache and throb beneath the confines of his boxers but for right now, he couldn't care less. Not when he's got you moaning from his leg alone and making the filthiest expressions even as you complained about how much you "hated" this.
"C'mon, admit it. You're just as into this as I am," Suguru purrs, as if he can't literally feel the way you're sobbing all over his leg—slick dripping down his skin and wetting up all of his thigh. You were literally leaving a trail of arousal on his leg right now so it's not like you could sit there and try to play it off like you didn't agree to do this in the first place. "You're glaring at me like your pussy's not leaking all over the place right now."
You grit your teeth and let your eyes shoot elsewhere. You so desperately wanted to argue him down and deny deny deny the fact that you were actually about to cum from this but, of course, you couldn't exactly do that. Especially not with the way Suguru presses his thumb against your clit just as you roll your hips forward.
"Fuck-," You gasped before your forehead was meeting his shoulder and you began grinding harder against him.
"Uhuh, thereee she is. There's my slutty girl," Suguru taunts—again, as if he didn't place you here himself—a lazy smirk drawing itself onto his flawless features. Then he's turning his lips to your ear and moving both of his hands back to your hips to drag you against him slower, "I missed you like this, baby. So fuckin' needy against me."
You can't help the way your cunt clenches against his thigh when he says that. Not to mention the way he angles your hips to slip backwards and how he motions his leg up and rubs against your clit again. "Goddamnit, Suguru. This.. ah-, this isn't what I w-wanted." You manage to complain as you fight the fluttering of your lashes.
"Yeahh? Poor girlll." Suguru chastises against the crown of your ear. You feel the way his warm breath tickles your skin and he decides to taunt you further with a mean smack to your ass, making you jump a bit in surprise. He scoffs, " You wanted to ride my cock sooo badly, didn't you?"
Groaning again, "You know I did," You whine as your back arches a bit.
Suguru merely cocks his head to the side and looks down at the way you're clinging to him.
He could feel every twitch and nasty trickle of arousal that poured out against his leg so, it's only natural that he flashes that sly knowing smile again, "Oh, is that why you're cumming on my leg right now?"
Sometimes you hated how well he knew your body.
The way he could feel you getting even messier against him was almost more annoying than the situation itself. So, you end up searing into his shoulder, "Shut up-"
"You don't want me to," Suguru cuts off rudely, and of course his smile widens when he hears the sloppy squelch your cunt makes in reaction. "Not with the way I can feel that pussy dripping allll over me. Fuuuck, lean back, pretty girl. I wanna see her."
Do you deny Suguru? Of course not. You don't think you've ever denied this man of anything in your entire life and you damn sure weren't about to start now.
Your upper half leans back oh-so-gorgeously and you catch the way his cock jumps in reaction. Now that makes you smile, hands going back to keep yourself propped up perfectly on his leg as your eyes lowered on the sight of your starved boyfriend and your hips picked up their pace.
Suguru tips his head to the side slowly and his hands dance up and down your body slowly, "So perfect f'me." He whispers, trailing those violet eyes down your figure and pressing his leg up again jsut to watch your folds part nastily, cunt aching against him. "God, maybe I should've put you on my cock instead..."
"Ya' think?" You huff, earning a telling look from him.
"Don't get smart with me, you'd need me to stretch you out on my fingers before that anyway." Suguru argues, scoffing at your confidence. He maneuvers a hand to your ass before lifting you up ever so slightly to catch sight of the sticky muddle of cum you've left there. "Mmh..." He hums deeply, "Can't think of a single time you've taken every inch of me without complaints."
Then he sets you back down and smacks your ass again. To which you're left gasping before a sneaky smile sparks across your lips, "Moaning isn't complaining by the way. Not my fault you're fuckin' huge."
Suguru knew what you were doing when you said that.
Hell, his cock was practically crying to feel you by this point, leaking whorishly against his sweats. He tries to play it off by clearing his throat and raising a brow, "Are you talking like that on purpose so you can get what you want outta' me?"
Your smile widens, "Maybe."
You knew you had him now.
Hence why he scoffs almost immediately and rolls his eyes all sassily before saying, "Well, it's working. Lift those fuckin' hips."
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You had hit up your favorite plug, Ony. You were in need of some more weed and you just wanted to see him.
There had always been tension between the two of you. He would always flirt and you would entertain him. Y’all chilled together often, a few of those times leading to you and him in the back of his car locking lips. You weren’t really sure what your relationship with him was, but you knew he would come through any time you called. You were special like that.
Sitting in your mirror, you were touching up your hair when you got his text that he was outside. You slid on some slides and made your way to your front door to let him in. He was standing there and he looked good like he always did, crisp white tee that hugged his arms just right, low sitting gray sweats that allowed you to see his calvin klein waistband. He towered over you and you loved it.
He spread his arms waiting for you to appear in them. You gave him a hug, his arms wrapping around your waist as he put his face in your neck. “ ‘missed you mama. you look good, smell real nice.” Your voice was soft, “ i missed you too.” After embracing for a while, the two of you separated and he came inside. Ony loved coming to visit you, the pretty girl who he loved to smoke with. He wished that yall could figure out what y’all were doing, he liked you and it was clear you liked him. You were the only person who could get anything you wanted from him even if you didn’t know it. Even though it wasn’t in his plans, he was gon figure it out tonight.
He walked in behind you, eyes racking up and down your body. He bit his lip as he wished you would officially be his girl. You walked into the kitchen, Ony following close behind you. “You want something to eat or drink ‘fore we smoke?” you turned to face him, looking up at his face. His hands ghosted over your waist before finally settling there. “nah i got somethin’ to eat right here in front of me.” You quickly looked away from him, avoiding his eyes. Eye contact with Ony was always dangerous, it always led to him somehow ending up deep inside you and in your bed. You lightly smacked his chest “boy move around.” He let out a deep laugh that made your stomach flip.
“im being for’real but you keep playing wit’ me.” His thumbs rubbed slow circles into your hips as he looked at you. Your hands landed on his forearms, looking up at him “Ony go roll the damn blunt and stop tryna get in my pants.”
30 minutes later, the two of you are passing a beautifully rolled blunt back and forth. a mix of bryson tiller, party, and more are playing lowly in the background. y’all had been talking the whole time like usual. you had your legs in his lap, his hand rubbing slowly up your leg. it was a comfortable silence in the air as he enjoyed your company.
“So what you been up to mama?” Ony asked you as he leaned back on your couch. “not much, you know me, school and home.” you replied looking over at him. “what about you?” you reached over grabbing his hand, playing with his fingers. “same old, same old. living life. you need to stop being cooped up in the house.” he looked over at you, giving you a quick up and down. “boy boo, what is there for me to do? im not tryna be out all the time.” you said with a little laugh.
“you know you can always come wit’ me.” he said, giving you a smirk. you side eyed him, not trying to smile, “and why would i do that?”
he glanced over, admiring you. “what’re you looking at me for?” you asked with a giggle. he raised an eyebrow with a small smile on his face. “what? i cant look at you now?”
the two of you were just sitting there looking at each other for what felt like forever but was most likely a few seconds. “c’mere mama.” and before you could even react, he was pulling you closer to him. you were now basically sitting in his lap. “what was that for?” you questioned.
He gave you a shrug, “wanted you closer to me, s’all.” he looked down at you. You turned your head trying to not let him see you smile but that was stopped when you felt his hand under your chin. he turned your head back towards him. you felt the energy in the room shift as he looked at you. your hands slowly snaked up his chest to rest behind his neck before you pulled him down into a slow, deep kiss.
The kiss was slow yet tense, yall hadn’t seen each other in weeks, you had subconsciously missed him. His hands came up your thighs, gripping your hips trying to control himself. Your hands wrapped around his neck, fingers caressing the back of his head.
He grabbed your ankle, pulling you on top of him. The two of you pulled away from the kiss breathing heavy. Your hands had landed on his chest and his had found their place back on your hips. “ony… im not tryna keep doing this. i don’t even know whether you fucking wit’ other bitches.” you crossed your arms, looking him dead in his eyes. “mama you know me, you the only girl im fucking wit. i don’t even move like that. i been tryna get you to be my girl, you ain’t notice?” your facade slowly cracked under the surface. The sincerity in his deep voice, the look in his eyes, just him as a person. “i noticed. i always thought you were just a sweet talker so i tried not to fall for it.” “a sweet talker? ion even talk to people like that, you the main person i talk to other than the guys. i just want you to take me serious.” his hands ran up and down your thighs, his eyes never leaving your face.
There was a small silence between the two of you, the words said hanging in the air.
“let me show you how serious i am mama.”
less than 10 mins later you were sprawled out in your bed, clothes discarded throughout your room, ony’s shirt tossed somewhere. he was in between your legs, making you see stars. his tongue making slow circles around your clit as two of his fingers curled inside of you. “o-ony.. fuck.” you whined out. he looked up at you, eyes low as his mouth stayed attached to you. he let out a deep hum, vibrating through your body. “come on mama stop movin’. “
he continued his assault on your clit, his actions speeding up as he felt you squeeze him. your body froze as your back arched off the bed. “oh my- fuckkk” your hands flew to try and push Ony off of you. he reached up and intertwined your hands with his. after a few more seconds he came up, the bottom of his face covered with your fluids. you were breathing heavily, legs sprawled out.
“you good? we just getting started.”
one of your legs were folded to your chest, the other as he lined himself up. he slowly slid in feeding you inch after inch. your hands were on his biceps, nails digging in. “shittt there you go let me in baby.” when he finally bottomed out inside you, you swore you could see a bulge at the bottom of your stomach. he slowly pull back a little before sliding right back into you. you let out a whine and that only encouraged him to start moving. he was feeding you nice, even strokes. you were whining out his name, hands gripping any part of him that you could. “onyyyy baby faster please.” you begged him. “i gotchu pretty.”
your other leg was folded to your chest right before he started drilling you at an insane pace. it was like he knocked the wind out of your lungs. all that could be heard throughout the room was the sound of skin slapping together, ony’s deep voice, and your moans and whines. he was fucking you so good you couldn’t even get a word out. “you still think i’m playin wit you?” all you could do was let out a broken moan in response. “n-no!” ony’s eyes took in the whole image of you. big, watery eyes looking up at him like he was the only thing in the world, lips swollen from kissing, the hickeys on your neck he had purposely placed to claim you and then his eyes flicked down. looking at where the two of you were connected, your pussy swallowing up his dick, the wet sounds it made as he went in and out of you. he couldn’t get enough, there was no way he was finna come up off of you now. you were his girl no matter what.
just when you thought his pace couldn’t get any faster, it did. his hands moved from holding up your legs to your hips and he started jack rabbiting you. “oh-oh- my godddd ony don’t stop please”
your moans were like music to his ears and he had no intention to stop listening. he quickly flipped you over onto your stomach before slipping back in. he pressed his hand into your back, forcing you to hold your arch. “hold it just like that for me mhm, so fuckin’ pretty.” he couldn’t resist you, no matter how hard he tried. he was fucking the shit outta you, you were dick dumb at this point. “you my girl? you not going nowhere right?” he asked you, slightly slowing down the pace. “y-yes ony! im your girl!” your hand reached back, trying to slow him down but that did nothin as he grabbed it. intertwining your fingers with his once more as he held it to your back.
“you not going nowhere mama, you mine.”
you couldn’t hold on much longer, your body was about to snap. “shitt im finna cum, ony fuck!” he kept fucking you at that pace, hitting that specific spot till the both of you came at the same time. “yeaa let me have it mama, let it out.”
you slumped forward as ony fell beside you. he pulled you into his arms, holding you against his chest, pressing kisses to your forehead. “you know i meant everything i said right?” he asked you, wanting confirmation that it wasn’t just in the moment for you. “ony are you being serious wit me? you really want me to be your girl?” you replied back, looking up at him sleepily. “mama how much more serious i gotta be? i want you to be my girl for real.”
“then yes.” you said laying your head back into his chest. “imma take you on a real nice date tomorrow i promise. now sleep pretty.” he placed one final kiss on your lips before drifting off to sleep with a smile on his face.
𐙚 plug! Choso x fem! reader x 𐙚 frat boy! Suguru | art by @/mochikuyo | divider by @/cursed-carmine | MDNI | m.list
𐙚 “It’s four in the morning and you’re still at your plug’s apartment.” Choso didn’t necessarily care about whether you had a boyfriend or not. Once your boyfriend discovers your dirty little secret, he surprisingly isn’t upset? In fact, he wants to join ?!
𐙚 extra : reader is actively cheating! please do not engage if this isn’t something you’re comfortable with reading.
𐙚 tags: lowkey hard dom choso, soft dom suguru. Sex under the influence, slight impact play, hair pulling, dacryphilia, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it !), Suguru calls himself daddy like once
Smoke filled the air as music played softly in the background. The room lit up with a soft orange and gentle yellow from a nearby sunset lamp. Sativa by Jhene Aiko, perfect for the occasion.
The first phone call came around eleven PM.
“You gonna answer that?”
Choso murmured softly into your collarbone, sweet kisses from his pierced lip littered your skin while his thumbs gently pressed into the bone of your hip. Your grip on his shirt tightened, feeling a small pinch of his teeth as he bit down. A soft sigh is released, your body relaxing into his.
Of course Choso knew you weren’t going to answer, you made no move to. Instead he moved your hips back and forward creating some kind of friction between the wet spot in your panties to the sensitive head of his unclothed cock.
He felt the warmth of your breath, your head tucked into his neck, whimpering softly as his cock brushed against your clit through your panties in slow strokes. “You gonna answer me, Princess?” The red in his eyes matched yours. Your phone kept ringing. By the fifth..no— maybe sixth ring, it stopped.
You shudder, one of Choso’s hand moving from your hip, sliding down to the softness of your ass before landing a sharp smack ! The sound echoing throughout his apartment. His hand came down on the spot, kneading the skin like dough.
“Fuck—“ You gasp, your cunt dripping wet, wanting— waiting on Choso to take you right then and there. “Cho..” The breaths came in soft pants, your thighs quivering on either side of his legs. He hums in response, rubbing the tingling spot of your ass. The hand slides up your back, over the spare t-shirt of his you wore, until it reached the back of your neck.
Choso’s cock twitched against your sex, his lip curled— a ghost of a smirk lying there. “I didn’t hear you. Say it again?” He whispers, hand finding its place in your hair, tugging your head from his neck to get a goood look at your flushed face.
Your pussy quivered at the sting, pitifully leaking over Choso’s bare cock. “I- No.” Your stared right into his eyes, intoxicated like yourself. Your body felt light yet heavy in his grasp. Satisfied with your answer, Choso’s eyes flicker down to your body. Your nipples hard- aching against the shirt everytime the material brushed against them. The pink panties were soaking wet.
“You want it?” He bites his lip, watching the way your hips buck, low groan slipping past his lips at the sensation. You whimper, lips parting to answer, quickly cut off by Choso’s hips shifting, cock pressing riiight up against your throbbing clit. A soft cry leaves your body trembling.
“Use your words Princess.”
“Y-Yes—— fuck — I want it Cho.” Now, Choso usually gave into you easily. Usually, he let you have control, but this time that was thrown out of the window. The hand on your hip slides down to your panties. He groans at just how wet you are, the slick making such a mess already before he even got to fuck you.
“You get this wet for him?” It was quick, but the comment made your breathe hitch. Two of Choso’s fingers hooked to the ruined wet panties, pulling until they ripped, freeing your puffy pussy. His brow quirks up, taking a look at his pussy for the night before looking up at your nervous eyes. The hand in your hair tightens its grip, making you gasp, whining softly as your hips jerked. “I-“
“When was it?” You knew what he was asking, not that he particularly cared about Suguru, your boyfriend, but for your plug he was quite territorial over your pussy. Choso made it clear from the beginning that he fucked no one else outside of you.
He’d angled his tip right up against your hole, your juices dripping down his cock. A sharp moan tears from your throat, before you could answer, the thick mushroom tip- wet and leaking pre cum that dribbled down the thick pulsing veins, down to the small bush that rested at his base- dove into right into your pussy.
“Ch-Cho!” Your eyes shut for a bit, pussy pulsing around him, wanting to swallow all the inches you’ve felt countless times. “Please..”
“When?” He asks again, calmly. His eyes were dark, pupils dilated, filled with lust, hunger, and greed. Choso’s cock twitched inside of you, white dribbling from your cunt.
“Last night.” You whisper, opening your eyes to stare into his. “…Can you fuck me now?”
The second phone call came around twelve-thirty AM…..then the third? Maybe a few more afterwords-
The music long gone- forgotten about. No one was paying attention anyways.
Loud slaps of skin filled the room. Your body shook underneath Choso’s, his chest flushed against yours, eyes closed- lips parted, your foreheads touched. His cock drove into you deeeep to the hilt, kissing your womb as your slick, gummy walls swallowed every inch of it.
Hard, slow strokes filled you, his balls slapped against the small of your ass, your pussy filling his ears- nasty little noises she made. His cum, mixed with your juices, rode down your cunt into a slowly filling pool.
“That’s it…You’re gonna take this dick like a good girl, you understand me?”
“Yes—oh god- fuck..” You couldn’t breathe. Your finger nails dug into his back, scratching every time he hit that sweet spot. One of his hands gripped the arm of the couch, the other one holding one of your legs up and open- searching deeper.
“Thaaat’s my Princess. Want me to fill you up some more don’t you?” He chokes out a moan. “Feels good don’t it? Hm? My cock— deeep inside this pussy. All mine…until you’re fucking your boyfriend.” His thrusts get hard, cock sinking deeper into your messy cunt.
“It’s- s’too full Cho- wait-“ Your trembling hands found their way to his chest, pushing against them. “Fuck-“ Your pussy fluttered around him.
“He’s too nice to fuck you the way you want to be fucked.” Choso leans down close to your ear, “My Princess wants just a liiitle disrespect,” Your cunt jumps for joy, a confirmation, “She wants to be told what to do.” He murmurs, kissing the small of your ear.
“Wants to be told to take it.”
“Fuck- f-fuck yes…nngh-“ Choso’s eyes snapped open, pulling up just a bit to watch the sweet, sweet tears roll down your cheeks, your head slightly tilted back against one of the couch pillows. Your back arches, forcing out the loud moan you were holding back. So good, so good how he filled you, so good how he touched you with so much care even when he spanked you, how Choso made sure you were comfortable over everything right before he made a mess out of you. So full that you just-
“C..ant-“
“Don’t run from it.” His hips draw back, his cock slipping with ease from your pussy before he thrusts into you all in one go. You sob, nails digging into his chest. “Take it.” He groans, his grip on the couch tightening. Your cunt squeezed around him, a sharp hiss passing his lips. Close, you were close and Choso knew it all too well. The way your breath got heavier, the uncontrollable jerk of your hips.
“I’m- I’m gonna- have to—“
“Don’t cum until I tell you to, understand?”
Your ringtone cuts through the tension in the room.
Choso lets out a small sigh, his rhythm slowing until he stopped. You frown, “Wait- don’t stop..Cho-“ He plants a soft kiss on your forehead, to the tears of overstimulation slipping from your eyes, to your parted lips, before his grip loosens on the couch and drawing back. The marks on his chest freshly red, and then you felt it. Him going soft inside of you.
He slips out of you slowly with a small hiss, his eyes closing for a second before they look down at your face. And for a moment…you just stare at each other, your phone goes silent. “I’m sorry-“
It rings again. You untangle your leg from around him, sitting up with a small sigh and walking over to the speaker where your phone lay. You can see the contact poster before you even fully grasp the phone, Suguru, your love, your boyfriend. Choso watches you for a bit. Watches as you clear your throat, your eyes softening down at the screen.
It was interesting to him, because he knew that above all you loved Suguru with nearly all of your heart.
He slips his underwear back on, finding one of the scrunchies from his pigtails (that you took down during a very heated makeout session) before putting his hair in a low ponytail. He grabs the forgotten blunt from earlier, wrapped in the pink papers he bought for you, your lipgloss leaving a print every single time.
“Sugu? Is something wrong?” Your voice was soft, strained, a slight rasp from how much you moaned. The sound of a lighter flicks behind you, turning just a bit to see Choso take a hit of the blunt, blowing out the smoke, putting it back between his lips, and gathering your clothes from the floor to fold.
“Angel.” Your heart thumps. Guilt…? Love… something more you couldn’t quite decribe. The soft tone that Suguru carried filled with worry and relief that you answered. “Are you alright sweet girl?” You could see the smile on his face, knowing his brows were furrowed also.
“Yes-…yes baby I’m fine.” The weight you didn’t recognize lifted from your shoulders. “Are you alright-“
“I called…. Then I called again, and again. I was worried when you didn’t answer the first time.” Something in his voice changed. Yes, Suguru was always sweet with you, even in bed while he absolutely wrecked you. You were silent, swallowing thickly. “The kickback ended, so I figured I’d spend some time with my sweet girl instead of being there all morning surrounded by drunken frat men. And knowing you, I knew you’d be up at this hour..”
Your breath hitches, smoke passing by your ear, a warm hand grazed your stomach, followed by a warm body leaning against your back.
“The first time I called, you weren’t at the apartment. I figured you were probably busy, still out to get something to smoke….but when I called you again, you still didn’t answer. I checked your location, and you were still there.” The apartment, your shared apartment, with your boyfriend.
Choso kisses behind your ear, hand trailing down your stomach down to the wet sticky mess between your legs. You were silent.
“Angel.”
You whimper. A single finger slipped between those wet folds, pressing against your clit. “Y-Yes?”
“Do you know what time it is, sweet girl?”
“I… Im sorry Sugu, my phone was on silent-“
“It’s four in the morning and you’re still at your plug’s apartment.”
Four? Four AM? Your body runs cold, and you shudder. Your grip on the phone tightens, body pressing back into the warmth as he smoked and stimulated your clit. Desperate thighs buck into his grasp.
You hear Suguru sigh. You could see- no- hear the gears turning in his head. One thing about him is that he wasn’t dumb. Suguru didn’t smoke either unless it was with you, straddling his lap while you passed the smoke back in forth, mouth to mouth.
“Angel.” He purrs. You gasp, thighs squeezing just a bit, Choso’s finger rubbed faster at your clit. But Suguru knew his sweet girl, brows raising at the way your breath catches- as it quickens. He’s silent before there’s a short knock at the door.
You flinch, Choso’s movements halting. His finger slips from your between your legs, taking the soaked digit into his mouth.
“You’ll open the door won’t you?”
“I just wanted to make sure you were alright and safe.” Which might not have been entirely a lie from Suguru, but it wasn’t entirely the truth either.
The sunrise slowly peeked through the blinds of Choso’s living room. It was beautiful. The sunset lamp automated, turning off at the first peek of daylight. The sun kissed your skin, warm.
“I’m not mad at you sweet girl.” Suguru cooed softly as the warm tears rolled down your cheeks, eyes swollen from crying. “I could never be upset with you baby...” He whispers, pierced lips placing a kiss on the back of your shoulder, the hand placed at the back of your neck holding you down, back arched perfectly for your boyfriend who’s thick cock burrowed deeply into your pussy. “I knew the whole time Angel.”
You whimper loudly as he tore a gasp from you, each thrust hard and slow. It was agonizing. Choso watched quietly, blunt between his lips as he stood on the side of the both of you, cock hard and heavy between his legs, twitching everytime Suguru whispered those sweet words to you. “S—ugu!”
“Does he make you take it too Angel? You’re such a good girl for him aren’t you?” Your face felt hot, your shaking hands holding onto the cushion as if Suguru would let you fall. And you were so full. Everytime you fucked, Suguru left your pussy wrecked and aching- begging for more. While Choso had a thick cock, he had more length. Suguru on the other hand, carried more heavier and wider, still reaching those deep spots inside of you but fuck it took a lot to get him there- cock having to pass by that pretty hole that speaks to him everytime he touches you.
“It- mnghhh” He fucked you through your incoherencies. Biting down on his lip, Suguru spared a glance over at Choso, whose eyes flicked from your eyes that rolled to the steady rhythm Suguru fucked you at. Standing there, watching as Suguru pulled back to his thick tip before pushing back into you so deeply that you choked up. It made Choso’s cock jump.
“So perfect for me— ahh- Angel…so good sweetheart.” Suguru groans, head falling back. Choso…watched. He felt the tension in the air that was different from the one you had with him. He could see it- feel it, the love between you too. How Suguru took care of you, how your bodies moved in sync. “Daddy’s here to fuck you the right way.”
Choso bites his lip, the loud moan Suguru drawn out from you like music to his ears. He put the blunt out before he came closer. He locks eyes with Suguru, seeing his dark lust filled eyes as the longer haired man smiled. “Isn’t that right my sweet girl?”
“Yes- yes sir.. please Sugu-“ You hiccup, sniffling. Suguru halts his movements and you whine so loudly, pussy squeezing around his thick cock, your hips immediately pushing back for something. He wipes the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand, breath heavy. Suguru beckons Choso forward until he could grab him by the chin, the jealousy- the possession flicking across his eyes.
“Do I need to keep showing you how to fuck her right?” The grip on Choso’s chin tightening. “Or do you have it down correctly?”
“…All clear.” Choso stared at him before Suguru brought him closer, lips brushing together as Choso groaned into his mouth. The kiss hot, warmth rushing up to Choso’s ears, hand reaching down to rub over his cock head, spreading the bead of pre cum. Suguru’s pierced tongue slips into his mouth, exploring the space, he tasted the sativa, humming softly as he releases the grip on Choso chin and your neck.
You use your arms to balance you enough to reach over and touch Choso’s cock. You spare a glance at Suguru who breaks the eye contact with Choso, glancing down at you. He hums, pulling out for a bit so that you could adjust. Choso swallows as he watches Suguru’s his leaking tip slip out with a pop ! from your cum filled hole.
“Go on.” Suguru taps your ass, and Choso moans feeling your mouth on his cock. Your arms trembled beneath you- hell, you were fucked out.
Choso’s hand instinctively came to rest up top of your head, guiding you to take his dick deeper. “I’m gonna put it back in, alright sweetheart?” Suguru whispers.
You found a steady rhythm, the two men thrusting into your holes while you just…took it. Your eyes glossy, loud moans muffled by Choso’s cock that repeatedly brushed the back of your throat, hand gripping your hair while he fucked your mouth.
“That’s my girl-“ He groans, hand reaching over to land a smack ! on your ass that has you clenching around Suguru. “You behave when he’s here I see.”
“Behave? Angel… that can’t be right hm?” Suguru’s eyes flutter, staring down at the sticky globs of cum spilling around his cock. “My love’s a sweet girl.”
“No she isn’t.” Choso grips your hair tighter, making you gag. Your eyes water, pussy twitching. “She wants to be told what to do. Wants to— fuck— be treated like a slut. Isn’t that right Princess?”
“Princess?” Suguru laughs, biting down on his lip while his hips snap forward.
“Fits her perfectly.” Choso scoffs, looking over at the longer haired man who held a small smirk on his lips. “She’s spoiled, aren’t you?” They watch you look up at Choso with those pretty eyes, your perfect lips sucking his cock that’s strained your jaw.
“She’s close..” Suguru speeds up his pace, because he could feel it- the way your pussy is pulsing around him, your hips moving to get you closer to the edge. Choso’s firm grip on your hair remained as he pulled out, his other hand coming to stroke his cock right in front of your face.
“Gonna take our cum, understand?”
“Every last drop Angel.”
“Yes— mmmfuck ye-“ Your legs shake, pussy gushing around your thighs. Voice hoarse, fucked dumb. You only whined, pleading for your sweet release.
“Tongue out Princess.”
“I like that- hah- Princess. It’s cute.” Suguru breathes
The room filled with your loud moans, the echo of skin against skin, the messy squelches of your pussy- fucked out and full. Your body jerks, hot tears running down your face as your body shook and shook-
“I’m- m’gcum- Sugu—Cho…c-cummimg- Please! Ahhfuck- f-fuck!” You let out a sharp gasp, toes curling as you orgasmed, pussy squirting yet again over Choso’s couch.
“That’s my girl..” They both whisper, groaning softly at the rise of their orgasms.
Suguru who turned to the other, gripping Choso’s chin yet again before their lips brushed up against one another as he came inside of you, Choso’s warm strings of cum painting your tongue.
your boyfriend of 3 years is possessed by a sex-obsessed demon, aka an incubus.
suguru was never super sexual; of course, the both of you had sex a good amount, but it wasn’t obnoxious. things started getting weird a few months ago.
at first it started as dreams, suguru prying your legs open. licking stripes up and down your wet slit, your taste gathering on his tongue.
in the dreams you could never see his face, only his long hair beautifully hiding his face, taking your hand, putting it in his hair, wanting to move it to see his face, but something was stopping you.
but that didn’t strike you as weird; the night fucking did.
you’ll be sleeping nicely, and then you would hear the floor creak and suguru softly pull the comforter from over you, making you shift and wake up.
“i want you… right now.”
the light illuminates his face, his eyes almost light in a glow, and you’re too sleepy to ask questions, so you pull him down in between your legs, putting the comforter over the both of you.
you softly kiss his cheek, adjusting yourself while he strokes himself over your soaking pussy.
“are you okay?”
your voice is soft while you look up at him, not really grasping what’s going on, just thinking your boyfriend is horny late at night.
suguru doesn’t reply and instead slides himself inside of you slowly with a low groan, putting his face in the crook of your neck so he can smell everything.
he drives deeper when he hears you gasp, clawing his back while he gets faster; it felt so different but amazing, like he was bringing your soul out inch by inch while keeping you grounded in your body.
This was only the tip of the iceberg.
it became routine at this point: no sex in the morning, afternoon, or start of the night, and instead right at twelve when the moon would be shining through the curtains. he’ll put you in different positions and drive you to the point where you feel like your body is holding onto this intensity and cum right inside of you while he breathes you in.
nothing is suspicious to you because he acts like regular suguru during the day: loving, funny, and everything under the sun.
there’s no complaining when he wakes you up now; your body has grown to love it because he’s marked you.
the first time the incubus took over his body and saw that beautiful face of yours, he knew he couldn’t let you go, and so he marked you. putting his hand over your abdomen, talking to it while you slept right before waking you up.
a glowing mark now marked on you for only him to see, knowing you’re his.
when he’s fucking you and you’re letting out orgasm after orgasm, making a mess all over his dick while tears pour out, you’re giving him little bits of your soul every time.
when it's too good, almost like you’re floating, you’ll get nosebleeds, clutching onto him like a lifeline while you squeeze around his dick, making sure he pumps you full with cum.
his eyes glowing when the both of you cum at the same time, watching how your mark lights up, connecting to him.
he didn’t want to let you slip in the grasps of suguru anymore because you’re his now.
his laughter is soft but broken, hands spanning up to grip your hips like handles. the kind of cooing that makes your stomach both twist and flutter. his heavy hips plunge into yours while you jerk away and gasp like you can’t help it. but he doesn’t let you get far at all. he’ll let you move just to drag you back by your ankle, both of you knowing you don’t really want him to stop. he pulls you back towards him with a low chuckle, fingers delicate as they descend between your legs.
condescending in his care, dick pouts when you whine and will remind you how much you’d beg for it. his words and his chuckles echo in the corners of your mind as he ruins you for the nth time.
“but you were so adamant on needing me before, hmm?” “you can give me another.” “take what you begged for.” “right there? god, you’re so precious.” “such a needy thing.”
you don’t know what to do with the feelings he’s creating.
he makes the same sounds as you just to amplify yours. mouth gaping at the same time as you to mimic and mock. he repeats the movements, the same defeating thrusts over and over until you’re a sobbing mess. his fingers rubbing tightly on the sensitive nub, not stopping even when you grasp at him and drag your nails down desperately. dick moans loud and proud, the sound like symphony to your ears. he fucks you deeper then, drilling like a man on a mission.
then he’ll kiss the tears on your cheeks, getting more worked up by the salty taste when a low groan slips his lips. but he’ll smile proud when you shatter, just to do it all over again.
⭑ 𓂃 18+ | dick grayson getting cucked by wally west.
#drabble.ᐟ ⸝⸝ cuck!dick grayson ⸝⸝ bull!wally west ⸝⸝ teasing&dirty talk ⸝⸝ p in v ⸝⸝ MDNI ! art by robin-vb
✦ masterlist ╱ dc masterlist 𓏼 ͜͜
the apartment was completely isolated from the distant city noise, the air’s heavy and thick with the sharp tang of sweat, slick arousal, and that heady musk of sex.
the bed dipped under all three of you, sheets already twisted and damp. dick was right there on the edge of the mattress, back propped against the headboard, legs spread as he stroked his hard cock slow and tight in his fist. his jeans were shoved down his thighs, shirt open, eyes locked on the sight in front of him with that intense focus mixed with a hungry—no, starved ache.
you’d known dick was a cuck. it wasn’t exactly a secret—he’d mention it, sometimes. toss in a joke about a threesome. a joke about you fucking wally. he was practically asking for it at that point. and who were you to deny your boyfriend his sexual fantasies?
you were flat on your back, legs wrapped high around wally’s waist as the speedy bastard fucked you deep and steady. his freckled back flexed and glistened with sweat—as well as a few fresh scratches. red hair messy and sticking to his forehead, cock plunging into your soaked cunt with wet, filthy slaps. every thrust made your tits bounce, your pussy clenching greedily around his thick length, juices coating him and dripping down to the sheets.
“fuck,” wally groaned, that cocky grin flashing as he rolled his hips harder, one hand gripping your thigh to spread you wider. his voice was all casual heat and teasing. “your pussy’s so fucking tight and wet, sucking me in like it doesn’t wanna let go. you always get this sloppy when dickie’s watching?” he glanced over at dick with a playful smirk, still pounding into you. “hey dickie, you good over there? looking pretty worked up, man.”
dick let out a low, breathy chuckle that was soon followed by a filthy groan, his fist pumping a little faster, pre-cum slicking every stroke as he watched wally’s cock disappear into your cunt again and again. “yeah, walls, i’m good,” he said, voice smooth with that easy grayson charm even through the strain of trying not to blow his load then and there. “just enjoying the view. you’re really laying into her. keep making her sound like that.” his free hand gripped the sheets, eyes flicking to you with heat and care. “you okay, baby? enjoying this?”
you moaned loud, arching up into wally’s thrusts, one hand reaching to grip dick’s thigh right next to you. the feel of his warm skin under your fingers while another man’s cock filled you made everything that much hotter. “oh god, yeah… wally’s cock is so deep, dick,” you gasped, voice teasing and breathy as you looked right at him. “he’s fucking me so good. you like being my little cuck, huh? sitting there touching yourself while he ruins me? look how hard you are… it’s turning you on so much, isn’t it?”
wally laughed bright and quick, leaning down to suck a hot mark onto your neck while he kept thrusting, balls slapping against you with every deep push. “damn, hear that? your girl’s got a mouth on her tonight.” he sped up just a bit, enough to make your toes curl and your cunt pulse around him, the slick sounds louder, your moans mixing with the creak of the bed. “c’mon gorgeous, tell him more. tell your cuck boyfriend how my cock’s hitting spots his can’t reach.” wally’s smirk was downright filthy when he looked up at dick, his face just as flushed but his dignity still intact. dick couldn’t say as much.
dick’s breath hitched hard, his hand moving quicker on his leaking cock, cheeks flushed but that wry smile still there as he bit into his bottom lip. the teasing words hit him like sparks, making him throb visibly in his grip. “fuck… yeah,” he murmured, voice rough but warm, eyes dark with want as he watched. “tease me all you want. you look so fucking hot like this, taking him.”
you grinned through another moan, nails digging into dick’s thigh as wally hit that perfect spot again, making your walls flutter. “that’s right, baby… watch him fuck me. you love this, don’t you? getting harder every time i say it. stroke faster for me, dick. show me how much you like sharing.”
“that’s my girl,” wally teased, obliging with deeper, filthier strokes, sweat dripping from his chest onto your skin. “hang on tight, princess. we’re just getting started, and dickie’s got front row seats.”
the room was pure heat—skin slapping wetly, heavy breathing, the scent of all three of you tangled together. dick stayed right there on the bed, close enough to touch, stroking himself raw while watching and listening, that jealous ache mixing with pure filthy want in the best kind of clusterfuck. literally.
"more?" he coos, hot breath fanning against your ear "but, baby I thought it was 'too much'?" he continues slapping the tip of his cock against your swollen bundle of nerves. earning him more of your delicious whines.
he's been at this for what feels like forever. playing with you, rubbing at your sensitve bundle of nerves until you're begging for more, only to stop when you get too close. letting your eyes fill up with hot tears of frustration as you tremble underneath him. it's not fair.
"but you're a big girl, huh? you can take more" he whispers into your ear, sinking the swollen head of his cock into you. just barely giving you what you need before you start whining again.
he chuckles, a boyish grin spreading over his features. "thaaaats it. just needed my cock huh, sweet girl." he says thrusting the tip of his cock in and out of your puckering hole. you nod desperately, mewling out little broken pleas as he takes his time. painstakingly sinking his cock into inch by inch.
dick grayson waking you up in the morning | 18+
tw: nsfw mdni, cursing, smut, nipple play, fingering, it's fluffy and spicy, although it gets a tad rough.
pairings: boyfriend!dick grayson x female reader
Sunlight filtered through the blinds as you felt soft kisses being peppered on your shoulder and neck, your boyfriend's strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against his front. You hummed contently as your eyes fluttered open. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Dick chuckled quietly, brushing stray strands of hair off of your face before kissing your cheek.
"Morning." You murmured back sleepily, your eyes starting to flutter closed again.
"Falling back asleep already, pretty girl?" He asked softly. "It's almost 11 am. It's time to wake up."
"Don't wanna." You whispered into your pillow, sleepiness beginning to pull you under once again.
"Fine. I guess you leave me no choice then." Dick said before his hands came to your sides and he started to mercilessly tickle your sides. You squealed loudly, trying to squirm away. "Nuh-uh, get back here." He chuckled as he yanked you back again, locking an arm around your waist so you couldn't get away this time, his free hand tickling you once again.
"I- Dick!" You yelped before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"All you gotta do is agree to wake up and I promise to stop. It's that easy, sweet girl." His grip around your waist tightened as you squirmed more.
"Okay, okay! I surrender! I'll wake up." You said breathlessly as Dick finally stop his assault of tickles on your waist. Instead he turned your face slightly so you were looking at him before peppering light, gentle kisses all over your face. You giggled more, a big grin stretching across your lips. "I'm still mad at you for tickling me though."
"I promise to make it up to you, baby. Will you let me?" He asked softly as he kissed the spot just below your ear. You whimpered softly and nodded, tilting your head to the side to give him better access.
He hummed softly as he kissed along your neck, nipping and sucking as he went. His hands roamed up your sides and to the edge of your sleep shirt. "Can I?" He murmured against your skin, tugging lightly on the hem. You bit your lip and nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl. I want to hear you."
"Y- yes, you can." You whispered softly.
He carefully pushed your t-shirt up over your breasts, exposing them to the cool air, your nipples hardening instantly. His hands cupped you tits softly, gently kneading the flesh. You whimpered softly, arching into his touch as you pressed your ass against his growing bulge.
"You're so pretty, baby." He whispered against your skin as his fingers began to gently tweak at your nipples. His right hand left your nipple, caressing down your stomach and to the waistline of your sleep shorts. He dipped his hand under the shorts and your panties, finding you already slick with arousal.
"Fuck, you're already so wet for me." He groaned a little against your neck as his fingers slowly circled your clit. You moaned softly as your hips started to grind against his fingers. He leaned down and gently sucked on the spot between your neck and your collarbone, causing you to gasp shakily.
He slid two fingers inside your pussy, now using his thumb to toy with your clit. "Oh god," you moaned as you rocked your hips faster, fucking yourself onto his digits.
"That's it, just like that." He cooed in your ear softly, his tongue flicking the shell of your ear. "Fuck that pretty pussy onto my fingers. Take exactly what you need from me, sweetheart."
You whimpered as you met each of his thrusts, your pussy clenching around his thick fingers. You held onto Dick's forearm tightly as he picked up his pace. "Do you forgive me, baby? Does making this pretty pussy feel good fix it?" He murmured, his breath warm against your skin. You nodded as another moan escape past your lips, your cheeks flushing slightly as you herd just how wet you were, his thrusts now audible because of your arousal.
"Yeah? Good, cause I know this pussy already has. Squeezing my fingers like a fucking vice." You could feel your stomach tightening, your climax just out of reach. Dick could tell you were close to the edge as he planted a soft kiss against your cheek. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my fingers?" You let out a borderline pornographic moan as you nodded frantically, your high now quickly approaching.
"Then say it. Use your words and fucking say it, or else I won't let you cum." He growled as he slowed his fingers down.
"I- I'm gonna cum! Please, Dick. Please let me cum!" You whined, your cunt squeezing his fingers.
"Give it to me." He murmured as his fingers thrusted into you at an almost unhuman pace. "Cum on my fingers, baby." You cried out, back arching, thighs shaking as you squirted on his fingers, your arousal soaking through your panties and your shorts.
Dick groaned as his fingers slowed, helping you through your high. He eventually pulled his fingers out before bringing them to his lips. He sucked his digits clean, his gaze never leaving yours. "Fuck, you taste so good, pretty girl." He said as he leaned in for a kiss, his lips tasting of your arousal. "You're such a good girl, my good girl."
He kissed you once more before getting up out of bed. He leaned down, scooping you up in his arms as he headed to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up before we start out day."
dick grayson waking you up in the morning | 18+
tw: nsfw mdni, cursing, smut, nipple play, fingering, it's fluffy and spicy, although it gets a tad rough.
pairings: boyfriend!dick grayson x female reader
Sunlight filtered through the blinds as you felt soft kisses being peppered on your shoulder and neck, your boyfriend's strong arms wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly against his front. You hummed contently as your eyes fluttered open. "Good morning, sleepyhead." Dick chuckled quietly, brushing stray strands of hair off of your face before kissing your cheek.
"Morning." You murmured back sleepily, your eyes starting to flutter closed again.
"Falling back asleep already, pretty girl?" He asked softly. "It's almost 11 am. It's time to wake up."
"Don't wanna." You whispered into your pillow, sleepiness beginning to pull you under once again.
"Fine. I guess you leave me no choice then." Dick said before his hands came to your sides and he started to mercilessly tickle your sides. You squealed loudly, trying to squirm away. "Nuh-uh, get back here." He chuckled as he yanked you back again, locking an arm around your waist so you couldn't get away this time, his free hand tickling you once again.
"I- Dick!" You yelped before bursting into a fit of giggles.
"All you gotta do is agree to wake up and I promise to stop. It's that easy, sweet girl." His grip around your waist tightened as you squirmed more.
"Okay, okay! I surrender! I'll wake up." You said breathlessly as Dick finally stop his assault of tickles on your waist. Instead he turned your face slightly so you were looking at him before peppering light, gentle kisses all over your face. You giggled more, a big grin stretching across your lips. "I'm still mad at you for tickling me though."
"I promise to make it up to you, baby. Will you let me?" He asked softly as he kissed the spot just below your ear. You whimpered softly and nodded, tilting your head to the side to give him better access.
He hummed softly as he kissed along your neck, nipping and sucking as he went. His hands roamed up your sides and to the edge of your sleep shirt. "Can I?" He murmured against your skin, tugging lightly on the hem. You bit your lip and nodded. "Use your words, pretty girl. I want to hear you."
"Y- yes, you can." You whispered softly.
He carefully pushed your t-shirt up over your breasts, exposing them to the cool air, your nipples hardening instantly. His hands cupped you tits softly, gently kneading the flesh. You whimpered softly, arching into his touch as you pressed your ass against his growing bulge.
"You're so pretty, baby." He whispered against your skin as his fingers began to gently tweak at your nipples. His right hand left your nipple, caressing down your stomach and to the waistline of your sleep shorts. He dipped his hand under the shorts and your panties, finding you already slick with arousal.
"Fuck, you're already so wet for me." He groaned a little against your neck as his fingers slowly circled your clit. You moaned softly as your hips started to grind against his fingers. He leaned down and gently sucked on the spot between your neck and your collarbone, causing you to gasp shakily.
He slid two fingers inside your pussy, now using his thumb to toy with your clit. "Oh god," you moaned as you rocked your hips faster, fucking yourself onto his digits.
"That's it, just like that." He cooed in your ear softly, his tongue flicking the shell of your ear. "Fuck that pretty pussy onto my fingers. Take exactly what you need from me, sweetheart."
You whimpered as you met each of his thrusts, your pussy clenching around his thick fingers. You held onto Dick's forearm tightly as he picked up his pace. "Do you forgive me, baby? Does making this pretty pussy feel good fix it?" He murmured, his breath warm against your skin. You nodded as another moan escape past your lips, your cheeks flushing slightly as you herd just how wet you were, his thrusts now audible because of your arousal.
"Yeah? Good, cause I know this pussy already has. Squeezing my fingers like a fucking vice." You could feel your stomach tightening, your climax just out of reach. Dick could tell you were close to the edge as he planted a soft kiss against your cheek. "You gonna cum for me? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over my fingers?" You let out a borderline pornographic moan as you nodded frantically, your high now quickly approaching.
"Then say it. Use your words and fucking say it, or else I won't let you cum." He growled as he slowed his fingers down.
"I- I'm gonna cum! Please, Dick. Please let me cum!" You whined, your cunt squeezing his fingers.
"Give it to me." He murmured as his fingers thrusted into you at an almost unhuman pace. "Cum on my fingers, baby." You cried out, back arching, thighs shaking as you squirted on his fingers, your arousal soaking through your panties and your shorts.
Dick groaned as his fingers slowed, helping you through your high. He eventually pulled his fingers out before bringing them to his lips. He sucked his digits clean, his gaze never leaving yours. "Fuck, you taste so good, pretty girl." He said as he leaned in for a kiss, his lips tasting of your arousal. "You're such a good girl, my good girl."
He kissed you once more before getting up out of bed. He leaned down, scooping you up in his arms as he headed to the bathroom. "Let's get you cleaned up before we start out day."
content. 18+. roommate au. dick grayson x reader. multiple orgasms. neeedyyyy dick. very needy.
roommate!dick who has been sick for four days and is absolutely insufferable about it.
he knocks on your door at midnight, hair a mess, hoodie three sizes too big, looking genuinely pathetic. “can you just lay with me,” he says. “i don’t feel good.”
“dick i’ll get sick.”
“please.” and he does the eyes. he knows about the eyes.
you sigh and follow him to his room and he pulls you in immediately, face finding your neck, arms around your waist, murmuring something about how warm you are and how nice you smell and how he’s been so miserable and you’re patting his back like he’s a large sick dog which is essentially what he is.
except then his hips shift against your thigh.
“dick.”
“sorry.” he doesn’t move.
“richard.”
“i’ve been sick for four days,” he says into your neck. “i’m so touch starved. you’re so warm. i can’t help it.”
and he starts pressing kisses to the curve of your neck, slow and lazy, murmuring about how salty your skin tastes, how you smell like your shea butter cream, humming against your throat like a man who is running entirely on desperation and god knows what else.
his hips rolling against your thigh, slow and mindless, and you feel it then. all of it. heavy and insistent and very very persistent.
you pull back and look at him.
“dick,” you say carefully. “how long have you been like this.”
“days,” he says miserably. “i’ve tried to— it’s not enough—”
“okay.” you sigh. reach down. tug at his waistband enough to get your hand around him and he makes a sound like you’ve saved his life.
“oh my god,” he breathes. “oh my god please please please don’t stop. please cure me—”
“i’m not curing you—”
“you are. you are. please.” he’s babbling, completely gone, face pressing into your chest, pawing at your tank top with shaky hands. “please i just— i need— please—”
you let him get the tank top. it’s fine. it’s whatever. and he latches on with an enthusiasm that would be flattering under different circumstances, rutting into your hand, making these wrecked desperate sounds that you’re going to need to never think about again.
“you taste so good,” he mumbles against your skin. “god i needed this—”
he comes all over your hand and the sheets and makes a sound like he’s been saved.
then you notice he’s still hard.
you stare at him.
he stares at you.
you look at the nightstand. at the little orange pill bottle. you pick it up.
it is not painkillers.
“dick.”
“i was sick,” he says. “i wasn’t reading properly. the pharmacist — it looked the same—”
“you have been taking viagra,” you say. “instead of painkillers.”
“it was an honest mistake—”
“you’re a dumb sick horny idiot.”
“yes,” he agrees immediately. “please help me.” he smiles giddily.
you stare at him for a long moment and swat his arm to which he huffs. and then you sigh the sigh of a very patient person and tug off his hoodie and the rest of your clothes and he looks at you with the eyes of a man who has never been more grateful for anything in his entire life.
you settle on top of him and tell him to sit up and he does, gripping your hips, groaning his head back as you take him in, and it’s— okay it’s good actually. really good. you’ve had a week. you deserve this.
you ride him until you come and he flips you over immediately, hooking your leg over his shoulder, thrusting deep and hitting that spot and you’re clenching around him and he’s getting close again and he opens his mouth—
“can i—”
you stare at him.
he does it anyway.
you feel it and your mouth drops open. “dick—”
“you’re on birth control,” he says immediately, slightly out of breath. “i’ve seen it on the bathroom counter. and it’s not like this is the first time we’ve—”
“a warning,” you say. “would have been nice.”
“i was going to ask—”
“you did not finish asking—”
“i started to ask,” he says. “that has to count for something.”
you stare at him. he looks back at you with the expression of a man who knows he is not entirely in the wrong and is absolutely going to use that.
and then he flips you over.
you make a sound of protest that neither of you takes seriously. he pushes back in and sets a pace that makes your brain go a little fuzzy and you grab the headboard and decide this is fine. this is completely fine.
somewhere in the back of your mind you’re aware that you’re going to be sick in approximately two days. you can already feel it. the slight scratch at the back of your throat, the way his feverish skin has been pressed against yours for the last hour. you’re going to be completely miserable.
you decide to think about that later. right now you have more pressing things to attend to. literally. dick is pressing into you from behind.
dick grayson owes you so much soup and a foot rub.
WARNINGS!CollegeAU, drug use (weed), oral (fem receiving), p -> v (missionary & backshots), safe s*x (condom use), gentle!Ony, chill!Ony, rough!Ony, cussing(just the words fuck, variations of fuck, n-word, shit, variations of shit, damn, and variations of damn), Onyankopon x Black!raquelle!reader
SUMMARY!When Onyankopon tells you no to buying you a tankini, you walk around with an attitude until Ony puts you in your place in the best way ever
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"I wanna drive you crazy!"
It all started this afternoon at exactly 12:55pm, you were scrolling through your computer, trying to find a new cute swimsuit since you were planning to go to the beach with Sasha and Mikasa over the weekend, and you really just needed a new swimsuit anyway because you didn't like your other ones anymore. You eventually found a really cute, baby blue tankini that you really wanted, so you got up to go find Ony.
He was in your living room, playing his game. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweat pants with nothing else on. You bit your bottom lip a litte, God this man was too fine for his own good, you coulda swore he walked around your apartment like this just to tease you.
Okay back on track, you waited patiently for the round he was in to finish. Once he was done you sat on his lap and showed him your computer that showed the tankini.
"Baby," you said with that tone you used whenever you wanted something. "ain't this so cute?"
Ony looked at the computer and let out an approving "mmhm."
"Can you get it for me? I really want it." you began kissing on the side of his neck that was tattooed, trying to coax him into saying yes.
"No," he said calmly, ready to go back to his game.
"What?" you looked at him confused.
"I said no," he replied, gently pushing you off his lap while patting your butt.
"The fuck you mean no!?" you say, looking at him like he just spoke another language. he rarely told you no so why in the hell he chose today to do so!
Present time
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So now, you were stomping around with an attitude, slamming doors and cabinets, ignoring Ony, and basically just being a brat all day.
Right now, it was currently 11:34pm and Ony came into the room where you were laying in bed, watching a show. He sat on the bed, pulling you towards him, but you pushed him away.
"You still bein' salty?" he asked and you rolled your eyes.
"Fuck you, Ony," you flip him off because yes, you were still very much salty!
"Shit, if you insist ma," he spread his legs and laid back, trying to be funny.
"Onyankopon Kode, I'm not in the mood for your motherfuckin' shit right now."
"Baby, you actin' like I did somethin' wrong, all I said was no."
"That's the problem Ony! You never say no to me!"
"Well I felt like sayin' no today."
"So if I ask you tomorrow you gon' say yes!?"
"Y/n."
You roll your eyes.
Eventually, you calm down and now you were laying on his chest while you both shared a blunt. Ony started getting touchy, grabbing on your butt, kissing on your neck, and his hand kept inching higher up your thigh. You were also getting a little touchy, kissing him and running your hands under his shirt.
"Ony," you whine, grinding against him.
As soon as you whine into his ear, all hell breaks loose and it's over for you. Right now, he got you under him with your legs wrapped around his waist while he pounds the ever loving shit out of you, weed always made this man hornier than ever.
You were completely helpless, all you could do was dig your nails into his back and moan out his name, too overstimulated to do anything other than that.
Ony was so fine like this, his chest glistening with sweat that showcased his chest tattoos, his concentrated face that could've made you cum right then and there, the small chain that was dangling from his neck glistening in the low light, and his quiet grunts in your ear. God, this man was the epitome of perfect.
"Ony, t-too fast, fuck!" you said even as you bucked up against him.
"Shut up." he said as he pulled his dick all the way out of your pussy and slammed back in, making the most obscene squelch ever.
You knew he didn't say shut up to be mean, it was just the, what you called, sex demon in him that took over and he magically didn't give a fuck about whatever came out of his mouth anymore.
He brought his hand down and started toying with your clit, which made you lock your legs and arms around him tighter and squeeze the fuck out of his dick.
"Goddamn, you sensitive as hell." he said as he continued rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit.
"Ony!"
"I know baby, just let go."
You came with a scream, your vision blurred with white heat as you started shaking a little.
When you came down from your high, Ony was already tearing open another condom with his teeth and slidding it on.
He slapped your butt hard and motioned for you to turn over on your stomach. With all the strength you could muster, you turned over, face down ass up.
Ony lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, somehow it felt like you were tighter than before.
He let out a groan as he buried himself to the hilt, staying like that for a while. Then, he started moving, starting slow but then pounding yo' shit in.
You try to muffle your moans with the pillows, trying not to scar the neighbors, but Ony wasn't having that. He tapped your cheek. "Let me hear you, mama." he said as he started going faster, hitting your g-spot over and over again.
You let out a broken cry, pushing your ass back against him even as you started shaking a little.
The noises that were being made were beyond obscene."You hear that shit, mama?" squelch! squelch! squelch! "she talkin' to me."
A white ring started forming around the base of his dick and he threw his head back, letting out a groan towards the ceiling.
You felt that spring in your tummy tighten again and you squeezed tight around his dick.
"Ony, I- fuck!- I gotta cum!" you hiccup out, voice hoarse from screaming your lungs out.
"Hold that shit in." he said as he started fucking the shit out of you, going absolute feral while chasing his own release.
After a few more strokes, he buried himself deep inside, his fat tip kissing your cervix as you both came together.
A few minutes later, he pulled out and you whined a little at the emptiness. He walked into the bathroom to turn on one of those steaming hot showers that he claimed you made him take with you just so you could burn his skin off, then came back in the room, picked you up, and carried you to the bathroom.
After getting washed up, you put on some cocoa butter, put on some comfortable pjs, and wrapped up your hair while he changed the sheets and blankets on the bed.
You got in bed under the blankets with Ony, laying on his chest.
"Ima get it for you." he says to you as he turns on the TV, putting on the show y'all both love.
"Get what for me?"
"That lil' swimsuit."
"Forreal!?"
"Yeah, I can't have my baby walking 'round all sad, plus you gon' look good as fuck in it."
"Thank you, baby! You the best!" you squeal as you kiss him.
"Tell me something I don't know." he says as he kisses you back.
"Nigga, don't be cocky." you say as he laughs a little.
You two eventually settle down and turn off the lights and turn the tv down low, drifting into sleep.
"Goodnight Ony, I love you." you say sleepily, eyes closing.
"Goodnight mama, I love you too." he falls asleep as well.
The room settled into soft breaths, the tv playing low, and the occasional snore from Ony. If this was how it would end everytime Ony told you no, he needed to do it more often.
Synopsis. Bréeding kínk? Going feraI? What the hell is that? Maybe your sweet clan leader husband knows the answer…
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Choso, arranged marriage, mentions of heirs, he’s a little ínsane, elders are awful, MARATHONS, he goes FÉRAL, BRÉEDING, creampíes, a lot of cúmplay, semi-public, dóm Choso, oraI (fem rec), cervíx kíssing, making it fit, bulges, cúmflations, matíng presses, dúmbification, overstím, making him CRY, p talking, spítting, HEADLOCKS, slight 5 + 1 things, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 9.3k
A/N. CLAN LEADER CHOSO CLAN LEADER CHOSO
Choso Kamo - firstborn son of the ancient Kamo clan, more of a myth than a man.
Those who attended the sprawling Kamo Estate never dared utter a word about him; and those who didn’t, well, he was all that they could talk about.
He left no evidence, he left no remorse.
Only rumors of a silent, stoic leader who could slaughter four entirely different clans before he let even a singular whisper of it spread amongst the masses. Ones of pretty mahogany eyes, and a silver bow and arrows that hit the target of your very soul - so fluid it was as if he’d forged the weapon with his own blood.
And then there were the other rumors - more gossip than anything, really. Spread throughout every nook and cranny of stuffy social functions about how the deadly Kamo clan leader had another, secretive side. A softer side.
But, of course, rumors were rumors. Choso Kamo was simply an enigma.
And…your new husband.
“Zoning out, hm?” A hot gust of breath sends shivers sprinting down your spine, and in an instant you’re snapping your eyes to latch onto deep, hazel ones. Choso’s. The edge of his plump lips curl slightly upwards, “My apologies, this wedding reception is quite droning, isn’t it?”
Hastily breathing, “N-no! Of course not, I…” You’re wincing when yet another wizened elder saunters up to the raised platform of your table. Probably the hundredth of the night. “-yeah, maybe a bit.”
Choso stifles out a rumbling bout of chuckles as he catches your gaze, so close now that his pearly white teeth almost nick your sensitive earlobe. “Let me take care of this, my wife.”
And when Choso shifts over to nod curtly at your oncoming guest, you couldn’t help but appreciate how beautiful he is. All tall, towering lines of lean muscle, his silken black yukata wafting of heady cologne, and delicate features that made him have almost as many admirers as he did foes.
Or, at least, delicate features that were currently twisted into something hardened. Something exactly like clan leader Kamo of all the stories.
He’s tilting his head up, long lashes narrowed, “Elder Tanaka, a pleasure.”
“No no! The pleasure’s all mine.” The older man slurs drunkenly, and despite the way his words were just dripping with saccharine sweet politeness, years of suffering through these exact interactions had made it easy for you to spot faux niceties. Like right now. “Or should I say- the new madam’s. You must be glad to marry into a clan as esteemed as the Kamo’s.”
The plastic smile that smears all over your face is painful, and you’re biting your tongue before it betrays you. “Yes, of c-”
“My apologies for cutting in, madam.” You’re startling - but you don’t know whether it’s because of the softened fingerpads that intertwine around yours, or the utter fire curdling in Choso’s eyes. “But I must say, I am the lucky one here.”
Oh.
Elder Tanaka is more impressive than you thought - his mask of respect barely even cracks, other than the jerky twitch of one eye. Honestly, you don’t think he’s ever heard Choso speak this much ever before. Quickly gathering his bearings, “Ah- ah, of course, master Kamo! Correct as always!”
Fuck- you can’t hold back the way you roll your eyes, only remembering yourself when Choso’s engulfing hands loosen from your own to give your thigh a warm squeeze.
“You have wedded quite the catch, of course of course.” Your unwelcome company finally, finally looks at you properly. A sneer coating his slow blinking, “I-I simply meant that considering the master’s incredible power, wealth, and options, what she brings to the table-”
“-is herself.” Choso finishes off monotonically. “And that’s all I need.”
Choso’s words were husky, his grip on you tight. And you wonder if he even realized just how hard he was clutching onto your heated skin - mountains of his palm dragging a smooth up n’ down your clothed leg.
You knew he was well-hidden underneath the lacy tablecloth, you knew that not a single elder, family member, or friend bustling about your wedding reception could see that particular touch over the dim yolky lighting.
But something about it just made you feel hot.
It takes you a few fuzzy seconds to realize that Elder Tanaka was still speaking - in fact, he’d even summoned over a few more members of the council to encircle your decadent table. All the more voices speaking at you rather than to you.
“-that’s what I was saying-” You’re catching croaked-out snatches of conversation, warily eyeing the way the men clap each other supportively on their backs.“-it’s about the right time don’t you think?”
Another one nods, “Jin has been waiting for so long, after all-”
“-yes yes, to have an heir-”
Oh.
That’s what had Choso’s high cheekbones currently dusted with a faintly blossoming rose pink. That’s what had his thickened digits dipping past your luxurious evening yukata to rover between your thighs higher, and higher- like he didn’t even realize what he was doing.
Like he was yearning for it.
“The Kamo clan shall have an heir.” You’re interrupting their ramblings, the mere sound of your voice enough to make Choso’s fingertips twitch. Smooth skin prickling with heaps of goosebumps already when you lock eyes right with his. “As soon as my husband is ready, right?”
And Choso Kamo was brought up with the most rigorous of training, raised to never show even the barest flicker of emotion - especially one where he’s caught off guard.
But right now he knows that he looks as stunned as he feels.
Coral pink maw falling into a soft oh! dark whirlpools of his eyes glinting with something so utterly raw. The trembling tips of his fingers lurch up just the barest inch to drag a lazy line down your pussymound.
He’s instantaneously shifting his free hand up in one, fluid motion to cover the feverishly flushed half of his face. Jaw clenching with a sharp click! of his teeth when he swipes the fat pad of his thumb down a fresh bead of your leaking slick, making such a flimsy mess of your drenched panties. Was this all for him?
Because now Choso’s getting…greedy.
And you’re almost letting off a slight whimper when he hastily drags his scouring hand away - that is, before every and any sound dies in your throat once your husband dips his wetted thumb past his lips and sucks.
Subtly.
And his voice cracks oh-so-pathetically, “R-right.”
Eyes staring deeply into yours when he parts his doughy fingertips mere millimeters to lather it with a fat wad of saliva. Your breath hitches in your chest, frantically glancing at the babbling group of men who were, thankfully, way too absorbed in themselves to notice your little…tryst.
And it’s only with all his years as a seasoned fighter that Choso’s nuzzling his soaked digits back between your jittery thighs. In a flash.
Planting exactly three soppy smack! smack! smacks! plapped onto the perfect arch of your drooling pussy. Choso’s raising his neat brows at just how those tremors make you squirm in your seat.
“Ch-Cho—so-” You’re gasping under your breath, hips repeatedly shuffling on your cushiony chair when he licks up repeated, sultry circles- no, wait, hearts along the slippery slit of your covered cunt. Up and down. “Th-they might see…”
“Shhh, don’t want them to hear, baby.” He’s leaning in to pant out a murked cloud against your ear, throat bobbing with a ravenous swallow of saliva as he then probes a few stuffy fingers under your panties. “You seem stressed– Let me take care of it.”
Oh, it was a promise - and the rasping growl that bled into Choso’s tone told you that he was well and fully intent on accomplishing his little task. “Spread those pretty legs now.”
With a steady, muscular calf hooked with your own, he’s cracking your thighs evermore parted. The scorching hot press of his big, beefy forearm over your shoulders making you feel as if you’re on the verge of melting. Practically on his lap now-
“Is everything alright, master–?” You’re hearing from what sounds like somewhere over in the distance, even though you already know that it’s from right in front of you.
“Everything is quite alright.” Choso’s plush pecs vibrate with his rapid answer, and you’re finding yourself leaning your weight onto his. Huffing and puffing near the crook of his neck, “It seems the madam is just feeling a little ah…tired, right now. Continue your talk, elders.”
Tired - you couldn’t feel more riled up if you even tried.
“Ngh- Choso-” You’re sinking your teeth into your wobbly lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. High, carved chair singing off a slight creak! when you’re bucking your hips up to jostle his gluttonous fingers closer to where you wanted him the most. “-need you.”
Well, whatever his wife wanted - you got.
In simple nanoseconds, Choso’s snugly prying away your gauzy lace. Letting the too-thin fabric snap back against your sappy cunt with a teasing little swat!
Before you can blink, he’s gracing your panties with microscopic tears at just how eager he was to give your plump, buttony clit a good, hard push. Cold golden wedding ring perking up against your most tender spots. Flexible wrists bending towards an even vulgarly deep angle to keep you from escaping-
And you think you could scream, you think you could open your mouth to make a scene - before Choso beats you to it. Purring out an oblivious, “Is everything alright, my wife? You seem a little feverish.”
All the while slipping n’ sliding his fingerpads to smear your gluey pussylips open. Mazing down, down, down in a lecherous little pace to plug up your geysering entrance snugly full with two of his fattened digits.
You’re clutching helplessly onto Choso’s thick yukata sleeve when the elders stare over at you curiously, “I-I’m fine, Ch- my husband. Just a few post-wedding jitters.”
“Awww, that’s alright.” He’s cooing from above you, words sugarcoated with such gentleness - but his hands were anything but. “M’here, m’here.” Setting out a vicious, ceaseless pace that has his manly fingers outlining numerous circles round n’ round your tight, flooding entrance. Motioning in slight, sleazy swirls all around your elastic hole just to fit inside properly. “Your dear Choso’s here, y’know? And I’ll take such good care of you.”
“Ah! Of course-” Ring out the replies, evidently your hurried-out shudders were not enough for your guests to lose interest. Or for Choso, either - because he’s just feeding your slobbering orifice with more fat inches upon grinding inches. “-producing an heir is a very integral part of the marriage contract. It’s understandable to be nervous.”
Shivering, “S-sure.”
“Mhm—” Choso’s trawling his pouted mouth down your perspiration-simmered temple, “-a very integral part. But, of course, we’ve got to make sure that my beloved wife is-” Quirking the very edge of his digits to clash right into the target of your g-spot. “-ready, after all.”
The clingy embrace of your warm cunt so cozy that it’s bumping Choso’s metallic ring further and further from his hilled knuckles to dredge out a chilling, languid massage along your channel.
It takes everything in you to manage up a half-heartedly narrowed glare up at your chatting husband, easily conversing his way through every battering ram being placed on your pretty pussy.
He doesn’t make a sign - he doesn’t even make a noise. Nothing except for a sharp, sudden inhale once another innocent peck at your lips makes your filthy hole fountain out a fresh lather of sickly sweet juices.
Dripping all the way down to his wrist with thickly viscous adhesive, he’s making such a fucking mess. And a loud one, too.
Slurp after slurp being wrenched out with every pound of his neatly cut nails patterning out little indents onto your most favorite spots - ones that have your legs shaking underneath the humid table. Choso’s bouncing his knee to drum out a staccato against the floor, just to cover up your cute little melody.
He has you going insane.
You’re pushing apart your legs to dig into either side of your chair with just how desperate you were for him. For more more more.
Bumping your thigh against one of his, and the mere touch is enough to send shockwaves down Choso’s sloped body.
“Trying to tease me, baby?” He’s hovering over you even closer, darting out a hefty thud! of two fingertips- no, three - when did he even bully in another one - onto the goopy roof of your cunt.
“M’not-” You’re biting out, head lolling ever-so-slightly backwards when Choso furrows his brows and pumps out copious thrusts that hit your forbidden g-spot dead on. Engulfed so deeply inside your hot core that the gentle curves of his palm smudge against your clit now. “J-just keep- talking.”
And, truly, it wasn’t just because your company was peering over the two of you expectantly - it was because Choso sounded so very hot.
Vibrato husky with an animalistic sort of need, tremoring ever-so-slightly-
“Agreed, I would like a few sons and daughters.” Choso’s nodding along smoothly, although his full attention is focused on you. His wife. And the way your sweltering hot gummy walls clench around his bludgeoning fingers even tighter at the words. Faster. “Maybe three. Maybe five. Although, it’s up to the madam.”
In the corner of your eye, you’re catching them all staring at you, and you urgently force out a nod.
“C’mon now, answer them using your words like a big girl, why don’t you–?” He’s humming, tilting your burning face up. Faster. So that you can’t hide.
Lilting shrill just as unbalanced as your head was, “Y-yes-”
But of course, that wasn’t enough - that would never be enough. “Louder. They can’t hear you over the music, baby.”
Can’t do anything but claw down drawings of red, red lines all across Choso’s milky arms when he bustles into the targets of your honeyed spots even harder. Unsteady syllables spilling out from your lip before you can even register them, “Yes- yes. As…many as possible.”
“That’s it- good girl.”
Fuck.
And those raked scratches make perfect artwork for him to admire - just as he was admiring you right now.
It was just such a shame that the others here were, too, even if they didn’t know the complete and utter sin happening just underneath the table cloth. Sloppier.
Choso’s kissing his teeth, broad deltoids of his shoulder positioning to hide you away from any sleazy gazes. Because they could be near, but they couldn’t see. You were his.
“Then, it’s settled-” He’s drawling, hooded eyes locked onto you. Memorizing your every minute twitch and reaction when he urges his free hand to hold onto yours on your lap. Or, at least, that’s what it looked like to the outside. In fact, Choso’s snugly prying apart your silken robes to roll over your throbbing clit and pinch. “-we can look forward to an heir, soon. Right, madam?”
And that’s all it takes for you to cum.
Your head tucking into his sculptured shoulder, thighs closing with a dull clap! as your high crashes into you headfirst. You don’t need to mutter a single sentence for Choso to know.
For his eyes to widen just a fraction at the way your treacly slit only got infinitely dewier, rounded gumdrops of your slick sprinkling down in a weepy sheen all over his messy hands. Mouth going parched at the realization that you’re orgasming right here, right now.
“O-oh? Seems my wife agrees.” Choso’s waving those elders away now, not taking his eyes off of you for a single second. It was just too adorable how you were shaking like a leaf at his side, “Well, m’glad. So- so…glad.”
Motioning your hips in such salacious semi-circles to bump up his upright fingers against your every extra sweet orifice.
Your sticky walls were so staggeringly tightly wrapped around him that it’s making his forehead bead with sweat, low puffs of air escaping with every peak he fucks you through. Every peak of white-hot pleasure that he draaags out until your guests are finally - finally - walking back to their own tables.
“Sh-shit-” you’re mewling when Choso barely hesitates - barely even takes a quick sweep around the room to check who might be looking - before parting from your sappy cunt with a resounding squelch!
Immediately popping those viscously-glazed fingerpads into his starved mouth, he’s letting his glassy eyes sprint to the back of his head. Musing out a moan, “Fuck- fuck!”
You can only watch with an awed gape whilst Choso stares right into your heart-shaped pupils as he cleans himself off. One by one. Before trekking his lustrous fingers back over to your cunt, and measuring out a wide few inches - perhaps nine - from the base of your teary entrance up to your tummy.
“Choso…” you’re whispering, hazy eyes blinking up at him as if through molasses. “Wha’s that for?”
And Choso only grins, stray range of knuckles thoroughly bitten underneath his gleaming canines while he measures you up.
As if he was holding back. Keeping himself sane. And the half-lided greed in Choso’s eyes told you that he’d fuck you all proper right here and right now if he could. “N-nothing- just making sure of somethin’, my wife. Making sure that you can take me.”
Oh.
This was far from over. You were fucked.
And you were completely and utterly sure of it even if the topic of an…heir didn’t come up for the next few days after that.
Not that you didn’t think about it, though - it was hard not to, when your fatally notorious husband showed such a tender side of himself with his younger brothers.
With you.
And soon enough even through all the bustling meetings and duties of a madam, you’re still figuring out a way to tell Choso that you really weren’t kidding about what you said during that wedding reception.
Sure, you were drunk on his fingers but - that wasn’t just all, was it?
But you’d sorely underestimated just how busy a clan leader could get. And before you knew it, putting off the conversation for the morning after your wedding night had turned into putting it off for the weekend.
Then putting it off for next week. Two weeks.
All the way until you’re trudging along the winding corridors of the Kamo Estate during the most unholy hours of the night. Grumbling groggily to yourself about how you’d finally told him and it had ended supremely well - in a dream, that is.
Choso had been absent for almost the entire day today, attending an important land negotiation with a far-off clan, according to Jin.
Now, you knew just how powerful your husband was - it was impossible to escape the legends and rumors, in fact - and you trusted him. Still, you couldn’t help but toss and turn the entire night away in your coldly empty bed as you wondered just how safe he would get home.
You’d been to such veiled conferences before, after all.
And it’s simply pure worry that has you dragging yourself out of your king-sized bed to shuffle into the barely-lit kitchen. Stifling half-blindly in the moonlight through cabinets and coolers to find ah! Exactly what you’ve been looking for.
Thank goodness this place was empty right now, you didn’t know if you could handle it if the chef was here to lecture you about balanced diets when you’re bites deep into your sugary, shaved icing.
And it’s exactly with this thought in mind that you hear a loud thud! emanating from the far end of the hallway. Your eyes widen, ears searching for more-
Footsteps.
At this time? Your fingers itch towards the sparkling display of knives tucked in one corner of the granite counter. Ready to aim for that tall approaching shadow, ready to fling just as Choso had taught you when-
“Baby?”
“Oh–” Your breath comes out in a heavy gust of relief, eyes unable to tear away from the shaded outline of your husband, taking up every inch of the doorway. “It’s just you, Cho.”
It was. But there was something about Choso that seemed…different. Off.
But not in a bad way - your eyes rover appreciatively over the tautly flexed muscles of his upper half, peeking out almost-blasphemously where he’d shrugged the upper half of his deep purple yukata off.
Glinting bow and arrow stained with crimson, held in one tightly-gripped hand. Your nose wrinkles at the slight, dangerous scent of something metallic. Something not his.
Yet, you can’t help but ogle the slow path of dewdropped sweat trailing down between the curvaceous bulge of his heaving pecs, bumping up and down over his washboard abs, before disappearing below-
It’s like you’re being bolted with an instant flash of lightning as soon as this happens, snapping your eyes over to find Choso’s weighty ones. And oh- the moment you do it’s like something in him melts.
THUD!
You’re jumping when his weapons hit the floor - uncaring of whether this might alert anyone else in the household, uncaring of anything other than crossing the sizzling distance between the two of you in three urgent strides.
You don’t even have the time to process it before Choso halts right before you and falls to his knees. Dark lashes fluttering up at you, he echoes, “Baby.”
Like a broken little mantra.
“Ch-Choso- baby-” It’s just about the only thing you can manage out through hollowed gasps when he’s immediately digging two hands on either side of your hips to easily and pliably seat you on the icy counter. Just where he wanted. “-what’s gotten into you?”
“Dunno.” He’s garbling out, and you’re letting your boneless legs tumble further and further open to let him bury his face right at his favorite place - into your fluttering cunt. “Was jus’ thinking about you alllll day.”
And you could tell.
Because Choso’s every movement was depraved. Jerky. His sensory fingertips trembling when they card underneath your cottony sleep garments, bringing it up to his canines to rip–!
All with his mouth.
“Fuh-fuck-” You’re squealing at the sudden hit of cold air - followed very closely by a scorching hot breeze overtaking every inch of your cunt when Choso leans in and sniffs. Long, hard. Curdling out a feral keen at the back of his throat, “-that’s so filthy, baby.”
“Nothing’s filthy for me if s’you, madam.” At the glint of something slobbering and sharp, you can tell that he’s grinning. “If s’you or…her.”
He was enamored with your ready core, curving a gentle thumb down the glossy edges to give your driveling hole a good trickle of spittle.
And Choso Kamo knew he had perfect aim - he knew he didn’t have to make a mess.
But oh, he couldn’t keep himself from tilting his head just degrees to the side to let the splatters leave dripping wet splotches down your saturated folds, your inner thighs.
Tongue so long, lolling out drunkenly to smear away that filthy excess. He’s poking heated ounces again and again back into your soppy entrance. You were practically flooding torrents of sweet, sweet juices around him, already making a mess that lacquers his dimpled chin.
You were always so sweet - so good for him. And he can feel his ears pop already with the greedy anticipation of what he was craving to do.
“Think you missed me, too.” He’s snickering, teeth sinking down onto the fleshy nub of your clit. It’s enough to make you want to sob. “Didn’t ya?”
Gyrating your hips in such hypnotizing little swivels off of the smooth counter, you’re feeling his candied breaths hit your gummy walls even deeper. Sloppier. Whimpering out, “Yes- yes. Missed you so badly, Cho–”
“Oh yeah?” He’s tensing up the dexterous edge of his tongue to swipe up unhurried skids of his roughened tastebuds around and around your quivering entrance. In and out. Syrupy slick leaking in heaps right as he does, Choso tilts his head back to let those gooey masses slide down his throat. “Mmm— you’re wetter than usual, baby. How badly do you want the ngh- clan leader on his knees for you, hm?”
It was true - and Choso can feel something coiling and coiling heatedly at the base of his stomach at the idea of giving you perhaps…a kid…or two to make sure you’re not so lonely anymore.
Ah, he was pussydrunk.
“So- too badly.” You don’t think you’d ever be babbling away like this if Choso wasn’t making out with your needy cunt like that.
You’re tangling your fingers hastily into his dark, silken locks - gripping desperately onto his sweat-dampened scalp as you use up all your strength and push. All the way until the very tip of Choso’s button nose was meeting your pulsing clit in a harsh smooch, his chin smacking the teary ends of your cunt.
Words tremoring against the very outer ring of your puffy pussy, silvery strings of saliva n’ sap break off when Choso mutters, “Was talkin’ to her, y’know?”
Fuck.
And you think you would be huffing and puffing about how he was talking with your dousingly wet cunt instead of you.
That is, if you weren’t talking back to him from between your legs.
Because the only thing louder than the slack-jawed ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips with every repeated thrust of Choso’s tongue, was the sound of your soppy squelches. “Ohhh- so that’s how your day was? Tell me more…”
So loud - so embarrassing that you can feel your heart race.
And Choso’s was, too, but for a much more lecherous reason as his tongue clashes even harder to draw out those very same pretty noises from you. He was craning his ears closer - he was addicted.
“Yeah- yeah, tha’s right.” Choso’s groaning, eyes faltering droopily until they were almost shut at the way his husking growls only make you wetter. Well, he could help with that. Hitting your hot core with wad after weighty wad of even more sugary spit. “Thaaaat’s fuckin’ right, missed how mouthy you hah- are. My talkative girl.”
“Cho- ngh!” You’re biting down on your tongue to hold back your words when Choso raises up a hand to leave a solid spank right on your bloated pussymound.
He’s nodding along, head lurching intoxicatedly ever closer and closer. Wiping away a glistening streak of slick painted over his blushing cheeks - his blushing cheeks. “That’s right- would’ve made a- haaaah- a whole lotta b-better points than that stupid council does.”
Before pecking a lingering French kiss on your throbbing clit like a lover would.
And you count one, two, three- partway through four before Choso seems to remember that he’s still in the middle of his conversation with your cute cunt. It’s rude to leave her hanging, he’s pondering.
“Well-” Stringing himself away with such a pained grunt, cerise lower lip plumping out in a pout at the mere thought of being away from you. “-better points than that stupid council d-did. They won’t be making aaaaany comments ‘bout you anymore, madam.”
Your leaden eyelids struggle to flitter open, “Wh-what do you ngh- mean, baby?”
But the only response you get is a quick staccato of swats at your leaky slit, before Choso’s curling in a thick thumb past your watering lips and in to your slicked entrance. Followed by the delicious drag of his lengthy tongue doubly slipping back inside.
Thrust after thrust.
So extensive that he was skimming across all your ridges, mapping out every sweet spot of yours on his mouth. Your adhesive walls were clinging onto him like a vice, sappy mushes making him pry apart your thighs even more through furrowed brows.
“Jus’- just means-” He can’t even bear to speak. To break off from stretching you staggeringly open. Your legs wrap mindlessly around Choso’s ravenous head, “-means I don’t let anyone- hah- say anythin’ about my wife.”
Without a second thought, your eyes find his splayed-out arrows on the floor. The way they were sullied with red…
Oh.
But you couldn’t bring yourself to do anything other than let your head jerk backwards, muffing out slight whimpers when he alternates in such sloppy measures between swirling the fattened expanse of his tongue all over every possible spot of your gummy walls and sucking on your clit like his favorite candy.
“They won’t say- do- anythin’—” In so deep now that all you could make out were numerous wet gurgles. And the pure, unadulterated love in Choso’s tone when he twists his thumb to graze right against your bruised and battered g-spot. Hard. “Not when I love her so much.”
He’s gonna raise your kids to love you just as damn much.
And when you cum, you think you might be sobbing - you’re shaking.
Flurries of stars bursting behind your eyes as you dig your fingers through your husband’s perspired strands. Keening out, “Fuck- m’cumming- m’cumming–”
“I know I know.” He smirks hotly against your puffy pussy lips, so close that you could feel the cratered dimple of his grin. “Yer cute cunt told me, baby– heh- wouldn’t mind being welcomed ah- home by my wife like this every day.”
He lets himself be manhandled, pulled and pushed to your every whim. One of the strongest clan leaders whimpering - whimpering - when you pull just a bit too hard to mash his cushiony mouth in a deeper kiss.
Hot. Sappy.
You’re still shaking with sparking bouts of heat that rush down and up your spine, legs twitching when Choso pulls away with a loudly kissed mwah! Overly exaggerated just to see that shy, fucked-out expression on your face.
He was so unfairly pretty like this - a delicate red blush burning all over his face, eyes half-lidded like he was feverish. A shimmery spray of your juiced slick drips down his chin, his bruised lips, all the way up to his regal cheekbones.
He made a mess. And he was wearing it like a badge of honor.
Rising up, up, up to shutter your ajar jaw and plant a drenching kiss. Choso always left your mind so melty and stupid no matter what he did.
“Do you…do you want some hngh- sh-shaved ice?” You’re babbling with your cottony tongue, unsure of what exactly to say after something as intense as…that.
“Nah-” One kiss. Another Two. Five. “-I jus’ had something a whooole lot sweeter, madam.”
Right now it was so quiet in your kitchen. Just you, Choso, and the gleaming moonlight illuminating his pussydrunken enchantment. Even more so than usual.
You’re glissading your arms around his sweat-matted neck, reeling him in even closer. He smells so good, piney cologne searing your senses even despite that tint of iron. Nervously musing, “Hmmm, wonder if s’always gonna be like hah- this whenever I get…cravings.”
Well- it wasn’t exactly what you wanted to say, but, better than nothing.
“Cravings, huh?” Choso’s eyes twinkle - and you’re not sure if that’s a result of the muted lighting or because of what you just said. Hopefully the latter.
“Well- well just saying I wouldn’t mind if-”
Cutting yourself off, you’re sure it’s the latter when he rests a massive palm, warm against your tummy. Just for a split-second before tucking his big, strong arms underneath your body and propping you in an easy princess carry. “If you have cravings then I’d be the one cooking for ya, my wife. 24/7, at your feet.”
Yeah, you were fucked.
But you never really realized just how much - just how badly - until just a few days later; seated on the polished hardwood floor of the famed Kamo archery dojo.
It was routine for your husband to practice his pinpoint precise shooting, and by now it was your routine to watch him.
How could you not? Because it was such a heavenly sight.
Choso’s pristine, white yukata unravelled at one muscular shoulder; showing off the rippling curves and dips of his sculptured back. Strong. His honed eyes filmed with a focus he only ever gets in bed. Adonis-like biceps bulging in a lecherous little flex when he draws the string back, back, back and lets go-
“YES!” Yuji’s resounding cheer thunders across the vast chamber with way too much volume than a six-year-old should possibly have. “Let’s goooo- big bwother hit the target again.”
A simpering smile stretches across your lips as soon as he turns to you for reassurance, gesturing out a slow nod at the way Choso keeps piercing bullseye after bullseye. “He did, your brother is very talented, Yuji.”
Humming, “When I grow up m’gonna be just like him.”
“Of course.” You’re chuckling at his enthusiasm - the youngest of your husband’s brother’s always did have a special spot in your heart. And you can’t help but wonder when - if - you had an heir with Choso, whether they would be much the same. “You are his brother, after all.”
You’re frantically hovering your hands behind him once he bustles to a haphazard stand. Stumbling only a few times as he races over to the neat line of inventory, “Then- I’ll be just like him now.”
“Be careful!”
Ah, he really was a handful - which meant, you really didn’t expect it to go over perfectly smoothly. You’d known that simply wouldn’t have been possible as soon as you met Itadori Yuji.
Yet, you didn’t expect everything to go so wrong in just a mere matter of seconds.
Before you can even blink, Yuji’d tottered his way over to one particularly large, wooden bow - one used only by Ryomen Sukuna whenever he visited. Puffing out his chest as he reeled out the massively heavy weapon - overly heavy, way too much for even the most determined child-
CRASH!
“Yuji!” You don’t know who yelps louder - you, or Choso. But with your proximity, you’re the one that reaches him first, cradling the sniffling boy in your arms.
You jostle away the weighty bow - honestly, how he even managed to lift this in the first place you have no idea.
“Awww, don’t cry don’t cry–” You’re cooing, distantly registering the worried pants of his older brother skidding to a stop beside you. He always did have him curled around his little finger. Pushing away the pinkish curls from his forehead, “-you’re alright. See? You’re alright.”
“Are you hurt? Are you dizzy? Are you feeling nauseous-”
“Choso.” You warn, catching the way Yuji’s eyes widen in panic.
Taking a few deeply necessary breaths to calm down. “You- don’t do that-” Choso’s hissing, but you could practically feel the worry seeping into his tone. Thumbing slow circles on his aching shoulders, “-ask me for a bow instead.”
You have to bite back a grin - with the watery glaze taking over his eyes, you wondered who was really hurt - Yuji or Choso himself.
“M’sorry big bwother.” Blubbering through big, pearly tears that dry salty streaks down his chubby cheeks. He’s batting those lashes in a way you’re sure gets him out of any sort of trouble. Ever. The full, merciless force of it hits your poor heart as Yuji turns to you. “Sorry, mama.”
Mama.
Mama.
You freeze. Choso freezes.
Hell, even the twittering birds outside freeze mid-song.
It seems like everyone in the entire world freezes except for an oblivious Yuji who only continues inching his tiny hands closer towards that guilty bow. Clearly not having learned his lesson - but you didn’t even register that right now.
You’re staring at Choso, only to find that he’s staring right back. Droopy eyes uncharacteristically wide, blinking rapidly - it didn’t even look like he was breathing right now.
Maw parting and closing stupidly agape, and you’re almost tempted to reach out and check whether he’s doing okay - before he finally finds his voice again. Finally. Husking out a choked-out, “W-well- maybe we should- ah- should-” He’s turning towards his contrastingly okay younger brother, “Yuji?”
“Big bwother!” Comes the, unfortunately, helpless answer.
And something in his beaming expression seems to jolt Choso out of his reverie, something that makes him let out a tight nod. Scooping up the giggling boy over his shoulder, he calls out at you, “Wait here.”
As Choso walks out of the doorway, you could only watch.
Only sit there for what could be four seconds - or maybe even four hundred years - until he’d presumably dropped off Yuji at the safety of Jin. Taking steady, focused strides back to you that thud! thud! thud! right along to the beat of your racing heart.
Choso’s expression is blank - pale as if he’s seen a fucking ghost. And he doesn’t even look at you, can’t even bear to once he walks back to the thickened air of the dojo. Now pointedly alone.
Very, very alone.
Wordlessly, he picks up his famed bow. And you swear that you can see his practiced hands tremble. Something was happening.
It’s like an artwork that you can’t look away from. The fluid motion of aligning a singular arrow to aim for his final, rounded target. Doughy pads of his fingers pinching the string back, back, back until it snaps!
And misses. For the first time in years.
“Fuck.”
You barely have the time to compute - to even suck in a gasp of surprise before your husband comes and crashes into you. It’s as if he was magnetized and couldn’t get away even if he wanted to.
It’s a frenzy of white billowing sleeves and powerful arms, throwing you over Choso’s shoulder in only two seconds flat - much the same way that he’d done with Yuji moments prior.
Except more…urgent.
“Choso- Cho!” You’re squealing, as he lurches into hurried treads away. Legs kicking weakly in the air, only for your stubborn self to be granted with an unapologetic spank! right on the mound of your ass. Your nose crinkles as his long, inky locks tickle your face, “What is-”
“Be quiet.” Choso’s rasping, so small that it could not have been more than a whisper. So close that you’re drinking in heady wafts of his masculine cologne.
Something in his snarling tone makes your stomach tighten. Digits grappling precariously onto the toned curves of his shoulders, your fingertips slide down the sweltering expanse of his exposed skin.
And only too late do you recognize the familiar pathway towards your shared bed chamber- oh.
So that was what it was.
And judging by the dark, primal look swimming in the clan leader’s eyes you could only hope that you made it out alive-
SLAM!
You don’t know what’s forcing you more out of your excited little reverie - the shuddered slam! of your mahogany double doors, so hard that it makes the golden hinges shake, or the way you’re thrown haphazardly on the bed.
Like some glorified toy. One of Choso’s favorites.
You’re throwing your arms over his broad shoulders as you fall, lugging him in even closer with each springy bounce on the bedcoils.
But closer wasn’t close enough for your husband - he’s bullying into every ounce of your personal space, caging you in between two splayed-out palms on either side of your thoroughly spinning head.
“Mama, is it?” Choso starts out. Slow. Thick. Like he was approaching a cornered prey. “Baby, I want…I want it.”
You’re blinking up at him through eager eyes, “Want what, Cho?”
“I want an heir. I want to make you…” He gulps. The circles of his fingertips were so warm on your skin, trailing down lovingly all across your cheek. Your collarbones, your heaving tits - down to where you predictably flinched as he palmed your tummy. “-a pretty momma.”
Fawny strands of chestnut brown curtain his gaze, but you could tell just how serious he was. Just how greedy. You don’t think you’ve ever seen Choso like this in his entire life.
All you can breathe out is a crackling, “Yes.”
You said it. You finally said it after all these weeks.
And it’s the only thing you hear before your yukata is all but torn off of you, Choso doesn’t even realize when he’s doing so. It’s melting away like butter underneath his strength, mere obstacles to where the real prize is - your gorgeous, shivering body.
Pebbles of goosebumps rise onto the surface of your flesh when he throws away those useless pieces of fabrics onto the tatami floor - you can have more newly tailored anyway. Many, many more with just how round and full you’re about to be very soon.
He’d take care of it for you.
“Oh, madam- madam.” He’s spitting into your unfastened mouth, low growls sounding out across each four corners of your room. Held hostage by the arousal in your eyes, he can’t stop staring. “M’gonna ruin you.”
And Choso is feral like never before.
Usually one to take his time during sex, finetuning you into it like a sultry waltz. His favorite hobby was to drive you mindlessly wild before he even thought of stuffing you full. But now…
Still not breaking his dreamy eye contact with you, Choso hooks a rapidfire finger over the cute bow-tied hem of your panties. Slurring down an oozing little snail trail of slick that laminates your jittery thighs with evidence of just how badly you wanted him.
You feel the blistering pant of his mindless oh! fanning your features, leaning backwards with a loosened maw to admire just how glistening you are in this lighting.
How ready.
With a low, fucked-up whimper breaking at the back of his throat, he rubs over the bloated curvature of your needy pussy. Slipping ever-so-slightly at the saturated puddles leaking out, Choso has no hesitation or shame when he tugs his fingerpads into his mouth once.
Twice. Thrice.
Dipping back down for more and more and more-
“Can’t-” He’s guttering out, eyes crinkling and- fuck, were those tears? “I c-”
You reach your hand up to smear away his hot rivulets of salt, and Choso stops his prattling like a broken record forced to a halt. He jolts as if your touch has just sent a zillion shocks of voltage down his spine, all the trekking trailway down to his furious, aching cock.
Unsteady hands flinging apart his snowy robes - barely even bothering to remove them and wrench down his undergarments before you see it. You finally understand why Choso was so…restless.
Because he’s never been harder.
Fuck being furious, his bawling cock was seething. Equally as red as the ripest of strawberries, the split-ended crown of his cockhead was just as plumply swollen. All proud inches nestled underneath his painfully-clenching breeder balls, ballooned and lush. Only the barest of your gaze is enough to make Choso’s lustrous tip twitch, laminating himself with a freshly dripping glaze of translucent pre.
Though, it’s not like you were doing any better.
Your gluey lips pucker and pout up at him once he’s wrangling your legs into a boneless hold. The feeling of his palms underneath your thighs are so soft - even despite his battle-hardened calluses. Worshipping.
But the way he’s resting your legs on his shoulders, and folding you in half like a whining lawnchair is the complete opposite. Mercilessly into a-
“M-mating press-” Choso’s getting out through strangled breaths, as if the sole words had his poor sanity fraying at the edges. “-mating press- a- a-” Something he’s never tried out before. His head dips down, pearls of sweat simmering across his trembly upper lip as soon as your sticky folds leave a wet snog on his fattened mushroomy tip. Topping it with a generous heap of honeyed sap, “Well, hello there, baby. I have you in a mating press n’ m’gonna…gonna…”
He couldn’t even finish his sentence.
Couldn’t even finish his thought before Choso was doing - body moving miles and miles ahead of his stupidly saccharine-sweet mind.
“F-fuuuuck–” You’re letting off the keenest of whines, the edges of your nails leaving neat crescents all over his toned back. It was the perfect little present for the way he had you so split open.
And he was barely even pushing past the tip.
“Oh. Oh.” Choso’s grunts are throaty, as if they weren’t coming from the man himself but somewhere murked and dark inside him. And the same went for his feverish thrusts - tight, rigid little pushes past your slicked-up hole just to fit inside. He’s spitting into your slacked mouth, “C’mon- c’mon c’mon–”
Usually, it takes so long to prepare you to take his nine- no, ten inches. But currently, fast just wasn’t fast enough.
There’s a thundering slam! abovehead - only hours and hours later do you have enough brainpower to realize that it was Choso striking his palm down on the headboard - and it makes your clingy walls grip onto the battering mountain of his dewy head.
Squeezing in a repeatedly adhesive-like tempo, Choso’s nose crinkles at the rubbery resistance of your snug hole. Still molding to the slightest curves and ridges of his drowned slit with every desperate rut-
“Please- take it- fucking take it.” His voice was trembling on the edge of a crack, thickened exactly the way one does when he’s about to cry. “H-how can I fuck! How can I breed ya…if I don’t-”
And you’re swearing you see his ruddied cheeks glisten with a few slipped-off tears - though, that just might be from the way that your own vision mists over when his stray hand plugs up your spilling entrance to pry two thickened, scissoring digits inside and stretch. “Fucking- take that big fuckin’- cock-”
Bullying in a few more long n’ girthy inches- You’re so full that it feels like Choso’s pushing his bloated crownhead against the spongy edges of your lungs.
The bed dips and moans with frequent soft creaks! when he plants his curved knees firmly further apart. Flexibly so. And you’re getting a good, greedy eyeful of his pale, bulky thighs - angling at the perfect bend to snap his slender hips and jackhammer-
“Sh-shit-” Your head sinks into the cushiony pillows underneath you, and it already feels like you’re in heaven. “-don’t- don’t know if it’ll fit, Cho–”
With a bitten lip, Choso rovers down his sturdy hand from the surface of the bedframe to measure out ten solid inches. Bringing it down much the same way he did during your wedding reception, “Y-you can, baby–”
“But-”
“You will.” He’s gasping, gracing you with a soft brush of his curvaceous mushroomed head along one of your utmost favorite hidden sweet spots. It’s enough to make you buck. “Gonna take my cock, n’ you’re gonna haaah- take my seed ‘ntil you’re bloated. So I’ll make it fit- fuck- watch, I’ll make it fit.” Before you know it, that very same hand finds itself crowning your head, threatening to push you down- “C-can you say hngh- ‘biiiig stretch’ f’me?”
You’re hiccuping out, “B-big stretch?”
“Nuh uh-” By the time that Choso shakes his head, you’re being sprinkled with loose flecks of his sweat. He was in so deep now. “Say it with me- b-biiig stretch, baby–”
“B-biiig- stretch!” It takes you everything in your body to hold your own against the vicious pounds being planted and struggled into your goopy depths. Choso was determined. Frenzied.
And god, the way you’re dumbly parroting his words is so hot. He can’t help but dollop out muggy icings of pre that slosh and swab at every nook and cranny inside you.
“Good girl.” Rewarding you with a slow heart being patterned right on the throbbing peak of your clit, the roughened edges of his fingertips rub you just right. Not too hard. Not too soft. Your husband nuzzles his flushed head into the havened crook of your clammy neck, “S-say it again, madam.”
“Biiig-”
Honestly, it’s a wonder you manage to get exactly two syllables out at all. Because soon enough, Choso’s taking your distracted few seconds to lace his fingers onto your scalp push. To bump his hips back until your geysering cunt was struggling around his fat, bulbous tip.
Before stuffing you full all the way in-
“Fuck- no.” Choso’s spitting out venomously against your thrumming pulse, sharp fringes of his teeth digging in animalistically. Bottomed out but still pushing and pushing- Slamming a lazy stripe of luscious precum down your spongy cervix, “No- no no–”
No sooner are you full of all his massive, rummaging length, he’s making you take even more. This time in the form of dribbling, ribbony volumes of cum that leak and leak and won’t stop from his heated divot.
It’s ballooning up your tight channel even more. Swashing around and sticking to your gummy walls like a treacly lacquer. Filling you to your very brim-
“S-so much.” You’re gaping, through tear-strung lashes. The shivering edges of your fingers subconsciously dance downwards to splotch over the puddling globs of seed tricking from either side of your sloppy slit. Squeezing out even more to coat Choso’s bulky base with creamy rings upon rings.
And, usually, your husband might be just a bit embarrassed. Usually, he would have pulled out to make out with your pretty pussy until your scores were more than tied.
But that wasn’t your husband right now.
“Don’t.” Choso clicks his drunkenly heavy tongue, lips pulling back into what almost looks like an oh-so-feral snarl. And you have to admit that it looks so sexy on him. He’s rudely swatting away your curious hand, “Move that fucking hand n’ let me see.”
It takes only a split-second for both your hands to be pinned underneath one of Choso Kamo’s.
“Tha’s not enough to take.”
And only one more split-second for him to flip you over onto your tummy and stuff your head into the cushy pillows.
He’s fucking you like he’s using you. Like he’s pumping his mushy, swollen head to nudge in the weighty heft of his cum deeper and deeper and deeper-
“Y’know I hate hngh- disrespectin’ my wife, baby–” He leans over to sigh against your ear in craving hisses, pinning you with his body. His muscles. You could count each n’ every one of Choso’s bulging abs, glissading damply against your perfectly arched spine. Bubblegum pink nipples pressed roughly into your scorching skin, “Hate it- but…”
You gasp at Choso’s audacity next - at the way it makes you so traitorously soaked when he hikes up one of his feet to rest upon your head.
Gurgling out a stupid. “Ch-Cho–”
But he didn’t seem to hear you - you didn’t know if he was even managing to breathe at this point. Only letting his devious lips twitch up, up, up into such a satisfied grin. “-but ‘ntil I get my hngh- heh…heir, you’re gonna hafta be my cumdump, madam.”
And if the saturated slurps singing out at a near-deafening tone from your dripping pussy said anything - it was that you loved the idea.
Especially when the changed angle makes his scouring cockhead maze between the most treasured spots of your jelly-like walls to strike numerous, merciless hits dead-set on your g-spot.
Ah, there it was, pipes up that small voice in Choso’s overtaken brain. Jostling your hips back onto his with a sudden spank on the target of your drivelling hole, the stinging pressure makes you bump your tenderest spots again and again into his ruthless batters.
It’s bruising - the proud circumference of his plummy cock against your elastic cervix with every recoiling bounce, the rounded patterns of his balls against the hind of your pretty pussy with each thrust.
If you didn’t think you were being fucked stupid before then you were sure now.
Your velveteen pillowcase dampens with the ever-flooding saliva spilling from your mouth every time Choso rears his aching shaft back to plant rapid, precise strikes where you wanted him the most.
Whimpering at how every ramming dab of his split cockhead leaves leakages of pearly white cum all over the bottom of your pussy. That sultry swirl of his dumped heaps inside of you making your head spin just as dizzily.
You almost don’t notice it when Choso’s drifting both hands to skirt over about halfway down your tummy. Feeling for that bloated, cylindrical outline of him vulgarly messing up your insides, “Gonna be e-even fuller here soon, y’know-” He’s giggling - giggling. Erratically letting his hands slide down to your clit to give the peaked ends just a tiny pinch. “-have you all round. Full. Full-”
He can’t say anything else.
He can’t do anything else - other than watch in purely entranced awe when that makes you cum all over his fucking cock.
So big n’ thick that your claggy walls can barely even squeeze around his throbbing shaft. The thought makes you huff as he rams rigorously through your blinding high - teeth grit, your fingers fist at the pillows and make sure you can clench-
When you do- oh, when you manage to cling your gummy cunt onto his girth as if to suck out his fucking soul, it makes Choso cum, too.
Fatigued hips somehow matching his cadence, your knees shiver on top of the softened mattress stuttering through every dousing mass of cum gliding inside your cute cunt. It was so heavy having his massive torrentials inside of you, spraying the door to your womb with a slippery sheen.
It was maddening.
And maybe it’s been hours - maybe it’s been mere minutes. But all you know is that you’re put through rounds and rounds and more rounds. But he’s still not stopping. Still dredging out the tiniest of hollowing grinds.
Until much, much later Choso’s breath hitches in feverish stutters. It was so steamily hot inside you, only getting more humid by the minute as you ride out yet another crashing high.
“G’na milk e-every ngh- drop-” He titters, fleshy edges of his fingers closing in around where your pussylips were the most buxom. The most leaky. “-n’ you’re gonna ngh- keep it. Keep ‘ntil you give me an h-heir. Remember that, baby– keep it.”
You’re fighting against the weight of his muscular leg on top of you. Was he clamming your pussy shut?
“Choso, baby.” Your straining out, throat drier than the Sahara at this point. Even despite how the hypnotized way your husband looks at you makes your tongue lather with watery saliva. “Want- want more.”
You think you might just have broken Choso Kamo.
Might just have made him reach another surprising high all over again with just your simple request. He’s lifting off the powerfully pressurized foot crowned on your head in favor of lurching downwards to grab your tender throat into a headlock.
Manhandling you as he pleased. Lifting you off of the tattered pillow, the completely splintered bed frame now.
Your chin juts over his thick, bulging biceps, fighting for both air and the space-
“More- more, she says-” He’s chuckling out, words cracking a few octaves higher than normal. From the corner of your eye, you sneak glimpses at the way that Choso’s eyes were wide, crazed. Flashing all sorts of feral promises when he plants one, two, three long thuds against your soppy cervix. “Fucking- m-more.”
You’re letting off a tiny whimper - your orgasm nothing but tingles at this point. Yearning for that the piping hot streak of seed flushed into your already-overspilling cunt. Syruping in with the rest of his numerous goopy volumes, it’s thick and needy.
Only one.
“Sh-shit.” He’s wheezing against your ear, free hand flying down to tug at his reddened base for more more more- one’s not enough. Every possibly wiry wisp and speckle that could fill you up. Could give him an heir. “Can’t cum dry- won’t- oh.”
Rutting into you like Choso won’t stop - didn’t know if he even can stop anymore. You flinch at the suddenly hot splatter! of something warm…and wet at your shoulder.
“Cho- oh!” Not only was the clan leader drooling out glossy spatters of saliva, he was crying. Hugging you even closer, you’re showered in neverending streams of overstimulated tears.
And Choso can only babble away, “Hope- hope s’a daughter, madam.”
A/N. AYYY y’all have been wanting more dom Choso saurrrr- Anyways hope you have a lovely week <3
WARNINGS!CollegeAU, drug use (weed), oral (fem receiving), p -> v (missionary & backshots), safe s*x (condom use), gentle!Ony, chill!Ony, rough!Ony, cussing(just the words fuck, variations of fuck, n-word, shit, variations of shit, damn, and variations of damn), Onyankopon x Black!raquelle!reader
SUMMARY!When Onyankopon tells you no to buying you a tankini, you walk around with an attitude until Ony puts you in your place in the best way ever
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"I wanna drive you crazy!"
It all started this afternoon at exactly 12:55pm, you were scrolling through your computer, trying to find a new cute swimsuit since you were planning to go to the beach with Sasha and Mikasa over the weekend, and you really just needed a new swimsuit anyway because you didn't like your other ones anymore. You eventually found a really cute, baby blue tankini that you really wanted, so you got up to go find Ony.
He was in your living room, playing his game. He was only wearing a pair of grey sweat pants with nothing else on. You bit your bottom lip a litte, God this man was too fine for his own good, you coulda swore he walked around your apartment like this just to tease you.
Okay back on track, you waited patiently for the round he was in to finish. Once he was done you sat on his lap and showed him your computer that showed the tankini.
"Baby," you said with that tone you used whenever you wanted something. "ain't this so cute?"
Ony looked at the computer and let out an approving "mmhm."
"Can you get it for me? I really want it." you began kissing on the side of his neck that was tattooed, trying to coax him into saying yes.
"No," he said calmly, ready to go back to his game.
"What?" you looked at him confused.
"I said no," he replied, gently pushing you off his lap while patting your butt.
"The fuck you mean no!?" you say, looking at him like he just spoke another language. he rarely told you no so why in the hell he chose today to do so!
Present time
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So now, you were stomping around with an attitude, slamming doors and cabinets, ignoring Ony, and basically just being a brat all day.
Right now, it was currently 11:34pm and Ony came into the room where you were laying in bed, watching a show. He sat on the bed, pulling you towards him, but you pushed him away.
"You still bein' salty?" he asked and you rolled your eyes.
"Fuck you, Ony," you flip him off because yes, you were still very much salty!
"Shit, if you insist ma," he spread his legs and laid back, trying to be funny.
"Onyankopon Kode, I'm not in the mood for your motherfuckin' shit right now."
"Baby, you actin' like I did somethin' wrong, all I said was no."
"That's the problem Ony! You never say no to me!"
"Well I felt like sayin' no today."
"So if I ask you tomorrow you gon' say yes!?"
"Y/n."
You roll your eyes.
Eventually, you calm down and now you were laying on his chest while you both shared a blunt. Ony started getting touchy, grabbing on your butt, kissing on your neck, and his hand kept inching higher up your thigh. You were also getting a little touchy, kissing him and running your hands under his shirt.
"Ony," you whine, grinding against him.
As soon as you whine into his ear, all hell breaks loose and it's over for you. Right now, he got you under him with your legs wrapped around his waist while he pounds the ever loving shit out of you, weed always made this man hornier than ever.
You were completely helpless, all you could do was dig your nails into his back and moan out his name, too overstimulated to do anything other than that.
Ony was so fine like this, his chest glistening with sweat that showcased his chest tattoos, his concentrated face that could've made you cum right then and there, the small chain that was dangling from his neck glistening in the low light, and his quiet grunts in your ear. God, this man was the epitome of perfect.
"Ony, t-too fast, fuck!" you said even as you bucked up against him.
"Shut up." he said as he pulled his dick all the way out of your pussy and slammed back in, making the most obscene squelch ever.
You knew he didn't say shut up to be mean, it was just the, what you called, sex demon in him that took over and he magically didn't give a fuck about whatever came out of his mouth anymore.
He brought his hand down and started toying with your clit, which made you lock your legs and arms around him tighter and squeeze the fuck out of his dick.
"Goddamn, you sensitive as hell." he said as he continued rubbing tight, fast circles on your clit.
"Ony!"
"I know baby, just let go."
You came with a scream, your vision blurred with white heat as you started shaking a little.
When you came down from your high, Ony was already tearing open another condom with his teeth and slidding it on.
He slapped your butt hard and motioned for you to turn over on your stomach. With all the strength you could muster, you turned over, face down ass up.
Ony lined himself up with your entrance and slowly pushed in, somehow it felt like you were tighter than before.
He let out a groan as he buried himself to the hilt, staying like that for a while. Then, he started moving, starting slow but then pounding yo' shit in.
You try to muffle your moans with the pillows, trying not to scar the neighbors, but Ony wasn't having that. He tapped your cheek. "Let me hear you, mama." he said as he started going faster, hitting your g-spot over and over again.
You let out a broken cry, pushing your ass back against him even as you started shaking a little.
The noises that were being made were beyond obscene."You hear that shit, mama?" squelch! squelch! squelch! "she talkin' to me."
A white ring started forming around the base of his dick and he threw his head back, letting out a groan towards the ceiling.
You felt that spring in your tummy tighten again and you squeezed tight around his dick.
"Ony, I- fuck!- I gotta cum!" you hiccup out, voice hoarse from screaming your lungs out.
"Hold that shit in." he said as he started fucking the shit out of you, going absolute feral while chasing his own release.
After a few more strokes, he buried himself deep inside, his fat tip kissing your cervix as you both came together.
A few minutes later, he pulled out and you whined a little at the emptiness. He walked into the bathroom to turn on one of those steaming hot showers that he claimed you made him take with you just so you could burn his skin off, then came back in the room, picked you up, and carried you to the bathroom.
After getting washed up, you put on some cocoa butter, put on some comfortable pjs, and wrapped up your hair while he changed the sheets and blankets on the bed.
You got in bed under the blankets with Ony, laying on his chest.
"Ima get it for you." he says to you as he turns on the TV, putting on the show y'all both love.
"Get what for me?"
"That lil' swimsuit."
"Forreal!?"
"Yeah, I can't have my baby walking 'round all sad, plus you gon' look good as fuck in it."
"Thank you, baby! You the best!" you squeal as you kiss him.
"Tell me something I don't know." he says as he kisses you back.
"Nigga, don't be cocky." you say as he laughs a little.
You two eventually settle down and turn off the lights and turn the tv down low, drifting into sleep.
"Goodnight Ony, I love you." you say sleepily, eyes closing.
"Goodnight mama, I love you too." he falls asleep as well.
The room settled into soft breaths, the tv playing low, and the occasional snore from Ony. If this was how it would end everytime Ony told you no, he needed to do it more often.
ᯤwarningノtags:switch/sub(ish)!Connie◞ switch/dom(ish)!reader◞ Armin sneak◞ pet names◞ pussydrunk!Connie◞ cowgirl◞ condomless loving [ zont zo it! ]◞ choking◞ praise◞ slight breath play
ᯤan:i hope all of u have been amazing since my sudden departure. ive gotten a couple of messages askin if im okay, and im here to tell u that i am! this is something quick while i find my groove. i read somewhere that Connie would be a switch/sub, and could agree more. please bear with me while i put this into words, lol. mkay. . . bye 4 now ;*
+ yes the link is a p!link, youve been warned….
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Just relax, i got this.
It started off as a discussion really; an impeccant exchange between two friends.
“Just try it Con! It’s not going to kill you, I hope. You got to sit back and enjoy the riiide.”, Armin says with a chuckle, pointer finger hurrying to nudge his thin glasses up his nose bridge.
He was skeptical at first; being a leader was just in Connie’s blood and rewriting DNA wasn’t a piece of cake, but he was willing to give it a try. It wouldn’t kill him if all went south.
“I’ll ask my lady. See if she’s fine with it.”
You were embarked at the thought, so convincing you was easier than a Sunday morning. One thing led to another and it easily became your number one draft. Connie dreaded that he loved it as much as you did.
His sub-ness really makes its presence known usually when you’re in cowgirl and he’s minutes from finishing; when he’s completely capitulated and all he has the strength to do is moan, groan, and agree to any and everything you tell him like a senseless, devoted cuck. The interchange between dom to sub was seem-less—damn near invisible. One of the dead giveaways that he was teetering between the two was his continuing neediness and whimpering.
Gosh. How his whimpers went straight to your core.
His humping had become dilapidated long before you decided to fully take over. Feeling his body instinctively chase after pleasure while his mind undoubtedly weren’t on the same page was something that always gives you butterflies, making your stomach ache harder with bliss.
“Let me take care of you, Connie baby.”
The alluring, sugary sweet sound of your voice fogged his brain like a deadly virus. As if hypnotized, he nodded eagerly, letting his body grow listless beneath you. His hard body laid rooted above the silken mattress, legs parted slightly with a vice grip on each side of your love handles, squeezing simultaneously with every delicious hug of your pussy.
Sweat laminated his body, allowing the soft golden glow of the bedside lamp to expose the endless lines of ink decorating his chest and stomach. The honey dipped cross pendant that often swayed aimlessly with his carefree stride sat obediently on his chest, only moving towards the ceiling when an erratic inhale filled his lungs.
As for you, your thighs ache with dedication. Tiredness creeped shyly from behind, but the constant low, deep groans and whispered praises from your boyfriend gave you the motivation you needed to pursue. Your juices pooled at his balls, leaving his shaft in a stiff, glazed state. Conjoined arousal created a creamy ring at his base while loud, wet plaps echoed throughout the house, that the neighbors most likely heard, whenever your thighs unite. Manicured fingers found satisfaction around his throat—not necessarily to choke, but to keep your balance while simultaneously assorting your dominance.
“Talk to me. How you feelin’, Connie?”
The whites of his eyes flashed momentarily before rolling forward to focus on your bouncing frame. Honey brown coils created a constant blur that kept his eyes unfocused. “Haugh! M’gonna— m’gonna fuckin’ nuuut. Fuuuck me!”
Connie’s pink plump sat lips ajar with his eyes fully dilated, leaving the golden hue of his iris a single narrow band. Full dark eyebrows, both etched with a slit, sat in a puzzled, pout like state as he sunk deeper into his personal domain of pleasure. His cheeks stained a dark cherry from his body overheating. Rough palms gradually merged to your chest, slightly tugging you downwards so his lips could blanket around your hardened nipples.
“Yeah? Already?” A faux pout framed your features, “Wanna cum in this pussy? Your pussy?”
He groaned—something desperate and deep. Funny how he was just completely out of it, but the second you mentioned his pussy, he jolted awake with bliss. He hissed softly before muttering against your tit, “I’ll cum anywhere, mama. Jus’ don’t stop. Please don’t fuckin’ stop.”
Even in this state, his words took a toll on you. Your body betrayed you almost instantly, the coil in your stomach tightening—threatening to fracture any second. Your hips decent with more force, squeezing a little tighter when you rose up to his bright, pink tip—just how he liked it. The outcome was expected: the slight twitch of his cock nudging you in the right spot—right where you needed him to be. Shared wetness bounced from the walls like the insulation was ingrained with rubber.
He growled into your chest, lips suckling tight around your dark areola, pinching it tenderly between his teeth. You were starting to slip through the cracks, each stroke threatening to be the last before you turn into mush.
“You hear her, Con? Hear how loud she is b-because of you?”
Face still planted in your chest, he mumbled, “I hear her, mama. So wet. Sounds so pretty. S’pretty.”
“Wet for you. Ohhh—only you, Pa. This is your pussy. Let me hear you say it.”
Just like that, he was tipping over. His head fell backwards with a soft thud, eyes crossing—features contorting into an even deeper frown. The way his legs straightened out, you were surprised that he didn’t get a charley horse. His hands abandoned your tits, finding comfort on your ass cheeks instead, gripping them so tight that his palms turned a shade brighter.
“It’s my pussy. It’s m-my pussy, mamaa—fuuuck.” He’d become so eager—borderline desperate to finish that his words dragged into needy whines. Your warm tongue against his scorching skin sent him into sensory overload as it glided slowly around his pierced earlobe.
You’re both on your couch, music playing low. Connie’s got his legs sprawled out, grinder in one hand, papers in the other, not taking your argument seriously at all. You’re mid-rant, pointing at him with your perfectly manicured hand.
“You don’t make no typa sense like, that’s literally small dick mentality,” you say, swatting your hand at him.
Connie pauses for half a beat then lets out a smooth, lazy laugh, the kind that vibrates a little in his chest. He doesn’t even look up from the paper he’s filling “Yeah?” he says, real casual, like you just told him the sky is blue. It’s the chill in his voice that gets you. Like he’s not even thinking about it, clearly unbothered. And you hate that your stomach does a little flip.
His calmness throws you off way harder than any comeback would’ve and lowkey intrigues you. You shift on the couch “Yeah” you doubled down.
“Mmh.” He starts rolling again, thumbs moving slow and practiced “Aight, man”
“So you don’t care?” He glances up with that half-lidded stare, amused “Why would I care?”
You scoff, but you’re just trying to push him further “I mean… unless you’re saying you got a big dick…” Connie just smiles slow, almost disrespectfully calm and sits back deeper into your couch like he’s settling in for a movie “That what you think I’m sayin’?” he asks.
You shift in your seat, getting a bit too excited “that’s what you insinuating though”
He rolls the joint between his fingers, eyes dropping to it, then back to you “I ain’t insinuating nothin’,” he murmurs, shrugging slightly “You the one bringin’ it up”
“I wasn’t–”
“You were,” he cuts in “and you probably getting wet just thinkin about it” he remarks, enjoying how your mouth opened in shock.
He finishes rolling, licks the edge slow just doing what he always does but your brain short-circuits anyway. He catches the way you staring at his lap like you got x-ray vision to see what he got going on in his drawls “If you wanna know so bad you can always come check for yourself” he teases with a grin, sinking into the couch, spreading his legs further like an invitation “I ain’t the type to gatekeep”
You stood up, knowing that he was a master bullshitter and confidently walked over, plopping down next to him "Still got time to back out, Con-rad” you teased, sure that he would drop the act but Connie just lit his blunt, logged it between his lips and reached down to undo his belt and unbutton his jeans "Handle the rest yeah" he said, exhaling the smoke down your neck. Fuck, he’s deadass right now, you internally panicked "Or you too pussy ?" he chuckled when you just sat there doing nothing.
You furrowed your eyebrows, hating that cocky tone of his cuz who did he take you for? In one swift move you grabbed the hem of his Calvins and his jeans and pulled them down. You tried to keep a neutral expression but fuck, why was his dick so big and...pretty. Trimmed nicely, pink tip, veiny and thick, you were both annoyed that he had a reason to be so fucking cocky but glad that you got to see it for yourself "Happy now?"
You could’ve stopped there, he clearly had a reason to have such a big mouth even on soft, right? Still, you just had to see it though.
You looked up at him while slowly sliding yourself down between his legs, earning an eyebrow raise from him paired with a grin of course "not yet" you mumbled, holding onto his base tightly, and bringing his tip to your lips.
Shit, you could barely wrap your hand around it, your finger tips weren’t even touching, but you were in too deep “Holy-” he breathes out when your tongue twirls around his tip, poking at his hole making his abs flex, taking in the salty taste of his pre cum “Hmm-stop playin’” he groaned, watching as you cruelly licked up and down his hardened cock, so fucking slow, tongue tracing every vein before bobbing your head down, half his cock suddenly in the warm confines of your wet mouth.
He threw his head back, letting out a breathy chuckle “fuck..you’re trynna kill me” his hand gently nestled the back of your head, not exercising any pressure but just resting there, occasionally helping you set the pace “you gotta go all~ the way down, pretty” he smirked, carefully pushing your head down “can’t take it?” he added when your eyes started watering from how deep he was down your throat, your nails digging into his thighs.
He watched as you gagged on his fat cock, enjoying the way your throat closed around it before finally letting go of your head, leaving his cock glistening with your saliva and you trying to catch your breath “yeah, that’s what I thought” he blew out some smoke in your face while he began pulling up his underwear, having proven his point enough.
“Yeah whatever, you probs don’t even know what to do with all that” you said, voice raspy while wiping your mouth. Connie almost couldn’t believe it, you were still running your mouth? “Ha..there’s really only one way to shut your ass up huh?” You hadn’t seen him laugh this hard before, but next thing you knew, he had you bent over the arm of the couch.
Your panties were slipped to the side, your shorts dangling off one foot, the other planted weakly on the carpet as Connie gripped your waist from behind and dragged your body back onto his dick. He was already in so deep, dragging through your pussy with zero care for how sensitive you were or how long it had been. His pace wasn't steady or controlled. It was aggressive in that slow, cruel way that made your thighs burn from trying to hold yourself up while his hips slammed into you again and again. You were wet the moment you licked up his cock, soaked by the time he slid in, and he felt every inch of it. Every twitch and desperate clench around him
“Hmm..fuck–still think I can’t work it ?” He groaned, his hand slipped up the curve of your back, pushing your spine into a deeper arch. You were gasping already, cheek pressed to the armrest, fingers clawing at the fabric as you struggled to keep yourself grounded while he kept fucking you like he had a point to prove, which he did “Fucking…look at you”
"You can just ask if you want some dick" he muttered, breath warm against your shoulder as he bent over you, his voice dark and sharp and too calm to match the way his body moved "don’t gotta do all that extra shit”
You tried to respond, but the only thing that came out was a sob, caught in your throat because the angle he had you in was so deep it felt like he was splitting you open from the inside. Your walls fluttered violently around him, and the sound it made when he bottomed out again had you clenching your teeth just to keep from crying out loud.
His fingers dug into your hips, dragging you back again so he could thrust harder. You couldn't think straight. Every word you wanted to say got swallowed by the ache blooming in your gut and the sharp, constant pressure of his cock bruising up your sweet spot.
“Yo mouth so foul but your pussy is real obedient” Connie leaned back again, just enough to look down at where you were connected, your pussy glistening, stretched around him, juices dripping down his thighs. He hissed under his breath, then brought a hand down hard on your ass, making you jerk forward “nah, dont start runnin now”
You shook your head, eyes blurry "I'm not–fuck, I'm not," you cried out, voice breaking on the last word as he hit that same spot again and again, relentless now.
He reached down and pressed two fingers against your clit, rubbing firm, messy circles in time with his strokes. The sudden overload of pressure made you lurch forward, your whole body seizing up as the pleasure hit you hard and fast. You tried to pull away from his hand, overstimulated, but he grabbed the back of your neck and held you down “you sound so cute when you’re not trynna be smart, ma”
“Ha–shit!”Connie slammed in one last time, deep enough to punch the air out of your lungs, then groaned loud as his grip on your hips tightened. You could feel him twitching inside you, thick ropes spilling deep as he cursed under his breath. Your orgasm hit you harder than ever before. Your whole body was locking up, legs numb, vision blurred, sobs caught in your throat as you came hard around him, walls squeezing tight like your pussy didn't want to let go. Your moans turned breathless, wordless, your mouth opening and closing as your body twitched through it.
It took a minute before either of you could move, then finally he broke the silence “that good enough for you?” You could just sense that stupid grin in his face even with your eyes shut.
Summary: Connie and reader have been together for a while. Feeling pressure from his family Connie becomes nervous about his future with reader. Attending his cousin's wedding with reader as his date, he soon realizes his desires run deeper than his fear.
cw. dominican!connie, reader is sort of vague she's like that on purpose, mentions of marriage and having children, the smut stuff hehehe🤭, oral (fem. receiving), p in v, pull out method, mirror sex, connie speaks spanish but it is very dominican slang so it's not proper nor traditional!
an. ty mika for proofreading for me!!! also hey guys!!! hope you missed me! I am fulfilling my promises and getting these out! Please enjoyyyy!
You and Connie have been together for a solid four years. Which is a long time for two people who have known each other since middle school, got in a serious relationship once they went to college, and are very happy together. He had liked you back in middle school but didn’t build the courage to ask you out until you were adults. It makes everyone that has ever known them wonder: When will they just get married already?
Honestly, you definitely want to get married and you want to marry Connie specifically. You weren’t in a rush though. You were 22 and your career was just taking off. So you weren’t rushing in the slightest. But… it did bother you that he never mentioned it. Whenever it came up in passing, or with friends he just kinda… clammed up and changed the topic. You were worried that your beloved boyfriend didn’t want marriage. If he didn’t, you weren’t sure if you could take being a girlfriend for the rest of your life. So, you tell yourself you’re young and marriage scares young men and that once you guys are older he’ll finally bring it up… Right?
Connie is a pussy. His family has told him plenty. He can’t muster up the courage to even mention marriage to you. I mean he barely had the balls to ask you to be his girlfriend. He’s a dork but he hides it well under being goofy and cocky. He talks such a big game and can never truly back it up. Every time he’s around family, they never fail to remind him.
“Oh, Connie? ¡Él es muy allantosa! (He talks a lot but does little!) He’s too scared to propose,” His tio said once. Connie was sitting there. They still talked about him like he wasn’t. “¡Que vaina!(How annoying!) I will never get my grandchildren at this rate!” His mother says that often he only rolls his eyes and tells everyone they’re dramatic.
He knows he can’t avoid it much longer. He’s just afraid. Afraid to be too hasty or too slow. He never wants to scare you off with everything he wants for your guy’s future. So he’s waiting. Though today it seems he can’t avoid the conversation any longer. His cousin is getting married. He was invited and you are his plus one. You noticed he’s been tense all day. Oddly orbiting you all day as you get ready and just being weird.
“Constance,” You say flatly as he practically hovers over you while you do your makeup. He seemingly snaps out of whatever trance he was in, locking eyes with you in the mirror.
“Huh?” He says, eyes slightly wide as if startled. You turn around to fully look at him. You really look at him trying to get him to fess up whatever has him acting so strange. He only pulls his lips flat to form a flat line. You grimace slightly at the awkwardness.
“Please, go get dressed and leave me alone,” You say slowly. He nods quickly and walks away to do as told. You watch him for a minute before shaking your head and sighing. “What a weirdo,” You mumble to yourself.
The wedding ceremony is beautiful. Connie is acting more like himself. Not so rigid and nervous. By the reception you both are having the time of your lives. Eating good food, dancing and having a good time. His aunts, uncles, and cousin all say welcome you with open arms and warm kisses. They love you dearly and they’re definitely not afraid to show it. Connie drags you to the dance floor for the nth time that night. You’re a little tipsy after some drinks but you feel good swaying with him to the music. You smile up at him and he softens.
“You’re beautiful, mi amol,” He says leaning close so that you hear him over the music. Your smile widens, and you place a soft kiss on his lips before pulling away. He looks at you and he swears he sees the future. You, in the most beautiful white dress walking down the aisle looking absolutely gorgeous. The two of you saying your vows promising an unconditional and undying love for eternity. Then years down the line having children and home that is not his, but yours. Together. Suddenly, proposing isn’t so scary. He realizes truthfully he has nothing to fear, not when forever doesn’t seem long enough with you.
When the two of you are finally home he’s on you. Hungry. Passionate. So much so you can barely keep up. Hurrying to kick your heels off as you giggle.
“Connie, baby… mmmph! Wait!” You giggle out between kisses. His hands grip your waist tightly not wanting you to pull away. Every kiss has an underlying taste of desperation. He grunts in acknowledgement, starting to kiss down your neck instead. You gasp softly. “What has gotten into you? Huh?” You question. He huffs, grabbing your wrist and guiding your hand to his bulge. Heated and throbbing against your palm, your eyes widen slightly. He lifts his head from the crook of your neck, biting his bottom lip. His eyes darkened by lust but softened by his love for you.
“I need you, mami… you feel that, right?” He practically whines. You nod. breath hitching. It should be a crime to look as sexy as he does right now. You gently squeeze his erection through his slacks. He tosses his head back and groans. He moves quickly, you blink and suddenly you’re tossed over his shoulder and being carried to the bedroom. He lays you flat on the bed, holding eye contact as he shrugs off his suit jacket. You squeeze your thighs together, unable to take the needy throb between them. He then loosens his tie and undoes the buttons on his shirt. Revealing his lean and toned body, you have to swallow down the moan at the very sight. He crawls back over you on the bed, staring hard before suddenly flipping you onto your stomach. You gasp.
“Connie-” You start but he cuts you off with a soft hush kissing along your shoulder, slowly unzipping your dress. He takes his time working the fabric off of your body. Left bare under his gaze in minutes that feels like hours. He grabs your hips, lifting them up until you’re presented to him properly.
“Stay just like that, mami,” He murmurs, his hands running along your body. Then his lips start to plant open-mouthed kisses down your spine. Your back arches deeper as you whine. He stops once he reaches your tailbone spreading your apart to place a kiss on your glistening lower lips. “Fucking soaked,” He sighs before licking from your clit to your entrance. He groans at the taste of your syrupy slickness and keeps eating like he’s never eaten before. All you can do is moan and whine at the pure ecstacy his tongue gives you. You reach back nails lightly scratching at his scalp. He groans against your core, sending vibrations through you that make you shudder.
“Connie, Baby,” You moan and he swats a hand down onto your ass. You yelp at the stinging sensation before melting at the pleasure. You could get lost in the swirl of his tongue, your eyes rolling back. But, he pulls away abruptly, the orgasm he was building up for you fizzling away. You whine in frustration.
“Mami? Móntame la pura.” (Be honest with me.) He says adjusting you so that you’re facing the full length mirror that sits facing your bed. You nod looking at him through the mirror. He stares back at you, expression almost unreadable. “If I proposed, like a year from now, would you say yes?” He asks you, undoing his belt and then rids himself of his slacks and boxers. He positions himself behind you, gripping the base of his dick rubbing the tip up and down your slit. You let out a small sound close to a whine but leaning towards a groan. He tsks at you, slapping himself against your pussy. “I asked you a question,” He mumbles, and you
quickly nod.
“Yes, baby! Of course I would!” You cry out, desperate and needy. He grins slowly pushing into the tight, wet, warmth that is your cunt. You gasp at the stretch, toes curling at how good it feels to have him inside of you. “Oh fuck, Con!”
“Yeah, you wanna get married?” He questions, starting with heavy yet steady thrusts. Your ass bounces off of his pelvis with every thrust.
“Yes, baby!” You whine. He picks up the pace slightly draping himself over your back. His hand gripping your chin forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror.
“Look at my future wife. A fucking slut for her future husband, huh?” He talks dirty. You clench around him tightly. He groans. “Oh fuck, you like that? You like being called my wife?” He asks, his thrusts becoming rougher and faster. You nod. He laughs breathlessly. “Say ‘Yes, Papi’ say it to me,” He commands.
“Yes, papiiii,” You whine, dragging every syllable. He pulls back to get better leverage. His hips meeting your ass with heavy smacks. It has you screaming, and clawing at the sheets. “Fucking me so good, papi! I can’t!” You squeal.
“Yes, you can. You can take it, baby,” He grunts. He’s working up a sweat, beads of it rolling down his temples. “Fuck, can’t wait to marry you. Gonna have six kids, mama… fucking white picket fence, ohhh shit,” He groans accent heavy as the thought alone has him nearing his release.
“Ugh, I’m gonna cum,” You groan and he nods. Reaching around to rub quick circles on your swollen clit. “Connie,” You whine.
“Yeah, baby, cum for me. Cum on your future husband's dick,” He grunts and you listen orgasm hitting you so hard your vision whites out. Connie lets out a moan before his hips stutter and he swiftly pulls out. Stroking himself fast to paint your ass and lower back with thick, creamy streaks of cum. You collapse on yourself with a huff. You both pant heavily, before he leans over to kiss between your shoulder blades. “You really wanna get married, mi amol?” He asks softly.
You nod and fucked out smile gracing your face. “Of course, I do. I don’t want six kids though,” You giggle. Connie laughs against your skin. “I’m not joking, that's ridiculous!” You exclaim.
“Okay, five?”
“Connie,” You deadpan.
“Four? Three?”
“Three is fine.”
“Okay three,” He hums contently, kissing along your shoulder lovingly.
