in some strange way i truly believe levi would be in amazing father figure to have. i mean, we partially already see that through his bond with eren, but aside from that i mean he genuinely is just… good at taking care of people. sure, he does it in his own aloof way, but i feel like that’s what makes it even better.
he pretends he doesn’t care but secretly he does; slyly checking if you’ve ate, making sure you’re taking care of yourself and ensuring you don’t overwork yourself. he tries to be subtle about it — but sometimes the paternal energy just radiates off of him.
“that’s enough training, get some rest for the mission.” passing it off as him just making sure his squad doesn’t fuck up a mission, but secretly he wants you to be okay.
of course, he’ll never change his ways — he’ll always be aloof and awkward emotionally; but he tries his best, and that’s what really matters.
⋆˙⟡ A popstar are managed. There is a whole machine around them and that machine has opinions. Their hair is discussed. Their captions are discussed. Their weight, voice, wardrobe, dating life, laugh, anger, silence, exhaustion, and “relatability” are all treated like brand assets. A normal person can have a bad day and disappear into their bedroom. A popstar has a bad day and three adults in a conference room decide whether the public should see it, ignore it, monetize it, or deny it happened. Writing fame without writing management is writing a fantasy version of celebrity where attention has no infrastructure. The popstar is never alone in their own image. NEVER.
⋆˙⟡ Their public persona should be simpler than their actual personality. The public needs a version they can understand quickly. The sweetheart. The rebel. The sad girl. The perfect idol. The luxury diva. The relatable best friend. The comeback queen. The tortured songwriter. That version might not be fake exactly, but it is edited. It is the part of them that photographs well. The real person underneath can contradict it constantly. A “confident” popstar can still need approval so badly it embarrasses them. A “messy” popstar can be highly controlled behind the scenes. A “kind” popstar can be furious all the time because kindness became their job before it became their choice.
⋆˙⟡ The fans are not one thing. There are casual fans, obsessive fans, older fans, new fans, fans who love the music, fans who love the aesthetic, fans who think they know the real person, fans who only like one era, fans who defend everything, fans who turn into critics the second the popstar changes. Some fans are tender and funny and genuinely life-saving. Some are invasive and entitled and scary. Some are both depending on the day. Fandom can make a popstar feel seen and completely misunderstood at the same time.
⋆˙⟡ Their body is part of the job, and that should matter on the page. Singing is physical. Dancing is physical. Touring is physical. Looking effortless is physical. Their throat hurts. Their knees bruise. Their feet blister. Their skin reacts to makeup. Their stomach is a mess from eating at strange hours. Their sleep schedule is destroyed. They are expected to look desirable while being treated like a product and then act grateful because millions of people want to be them. A popstar’s body is not just “beautiful” or “styled.” It is worked, watched, evaluated, exhausted, decorated, disciplined, criticized, insured, and sold. If they perform for two hours under lights and then go backstage perfectly emotionally available, something is missing.
⋆˙⟡ Their schedule should feel slightly inhuman. Studio at noon, rehearsal at three, interview at five, brand event at seven, flight at midnight, radio appearance in the morning, vocal rest that nobody respects, a photoshoot where they smile like they slept, a meeting where people discuss their next era while they are still recovering from the last one.
⋆˙⟡ The popstar’s music should expose the character. What songs do they write when nobody is supposed to hear them? What song became their biggest hit even though they hate it? What lyric did fans turn into a slogan without understanding how painful it was? What song did the label reject because it was “too specific”? What song do they skip during rehearsal because it still feels too close? Pop songs can be public masks and private confessions at the same time. A song can be a lie, a threat, an apology, a diary entry with glitter on it. The character’s discography should feel like a second autobiography, except half-edited by commerce.
⋆˙⟡ Scandals are not only about what happened. They are about who gets believed. A blurry video, a leaked voice memo, a photo from the wrong angle, one bad sentence in an interview, one exhausted expression during a fan interaction. The public rarely receives the whole event. They receive fragments, and then everyone builds a story around those fragments. The popstar’s team builds one. Fans build one. Haters build one. The media builds one. The popstar may not even get to tell theirs until the internet has already decided what kind of person they are. A scandal scene should be a battle over narrative, and the popstar is often the last person allowed to narrate themselves.
⋆˙⟡ A popstar can be rich and still not free. REMEMBER THIS!!! This matters so much. They might have designer clothes, private cars, expensive hotels, and still not control their masters, contract, tour schedule, public relationships, image rights, or money the way outsiders assume. Maybe they support their whole family. Maybe their parent is on payroll. Maybe canceling one tour would financially damage dozens of people who depend on them. Maybe they are famous enough to be recognized everywhere but not powerful enough to say no. Wealth does not erase exploitation. Sometimes it just makes the cage prettier and harder for other people to pity.
⋆˙⟡ Their relationships are all affected by fame, even the non-romantic ones. Their best friend from before fame may feel left behind. Their sibling may be proud and resentful at the same time. Their parent may love them but also see them as the family’s financial rescue. Their assistant may know them more intimately than anyone but still be paid to stay. Their bodyguard may see their panic attacks but not be allowed to comment. Their rival may understand them better than their friends because they live under the same spotlight. Fame changes the shape of every relationship because access becomes unequal. Some people know the person. Some know the product. Some know both and use whichever version benefits them.
⋆˙⟡ Award shows are basically battlefields. Everyone is smiling and everyone is watching. The seating chart is political. The camera cuts are political. Who stands during whose performance is political. Who loses gracefully is political. Who looks too happy, too bored, too emotional, too thin, too different, too quiet, too close to their ex, too friendly with their rival. The popstar is performing even when they are sitting still. This is why award show scenes are so useful. You can put every wound in one room and force everyone to clap.
⋆˙⟡ The “era” is not only aesthetic. It is emotional strategy. A new era can be a reinvention, a defense mechanism, a rebellion, a grief response, a marketing decision, or all of it at once. Maybe after being called childish, they become darker and sharper. Maybe after a public breakup, they become glamorous and untouchable. Maybe after burnout, they release soft music and everyone calls it boring because they preferred the version of them that was suffering loudly. Every era should ask: what is this character trying to prove, hide, survive, or reclaim? Hair color and album visuals are fun, but the real question is why this version of them had to exist.
⋆˙⟡ Being loved by millions can still be lonely because attention is NOT intimacy. A crowd can scream their name and still not know whether they hate being alone after shows. Fans can memorize lyrics and still misunderstand the wound that wrote them. The popstar can be surrounded by stylists, managers, dancers, photographers, security, assistants, and still have nobody who can ask “did you eat?” without needing something afterward. Celebrity loneliness is not always empty hotel rooms. Sometimes it is a room full of people who all need a version of you, and none of those versions are allowed to be tired.
⋆˙⟡ Let them love it too. THIS IS IMPORTANT!! Don’t make fame only a prison unless that is specifically the story. Let them love the stage. Let them love the first scream of the crowd, the bass in their chest, the choreography finally landing, the moment the audience sings a lyric back so loudly they don’t have to. Let them love fashion, reinvention, performance, attention, creation, ambition. A popstar who only suffers can feel passive. A popstar who loves the thing that is also hurting them is much more real.
fwb!choso who helps you relieve some stress after a long and tiresome day. he'll have you sat prettily on his lap, thick fingers curling deep inside of you, shoving his tongue in your mouth as you moan. oh...he loves it when you moan in his mouth, moving your hips to fasten your sweet release. he prodes himself, knowing that he makes you feel this good.
fwb!choso who always initiates sex and takes the lead but adores when you do the same. the determined and lustful look in your eyes, you on top of him slowly grinding against his already hard cock, hands roaming your hips and thighs. he looks up and he can't believe how hot you are in that very moment. the only thing he can think about is you riding him until he's shooting blanks.
fwb!choso who facetimes you late at night, cock in hand and grunting. "fuck...spread your legs for me...that's it...now show me how much you want me...i want you to fuck yourself dumb on your fingers, baby...do it for me please, so we can come together...haah...". his sharpened breathes, his flushed cheeks and chest just get you so riled up you have no other choice but to obey.
fwb!choso who claims he's your boyfriend when some guy decides to bother you. "hey, baby...who's this?", he wraps his arm around your shoulders, tilts your chin up and kisses you on the lips all while making eye contact with the man who was flirting with you moments prior. you don't answer, his scowl becoming more prominent. "you got a problem with my girl, huh?". he's does such a great job at warding off these men you just have to 'reward him'.
fwb!choso who cuddles in bed with you in almost nothing. especially after a heated session, skin against skin, your head on his chest as he encircles his arms around you, one strong leg over yours to keep you in place. you hear the soft rhythm of his heart as he's stroking your hair. "this is nice...", he whispers as you feel his heart rates quicken.
fwb!choso who gets distracted during movie nights, leaving it paused and forgotten. he has your legs in the air, mouth on your clit, sucking and licking like his life depends on it. the sloppy sounds of your pussy go straight to your core, his groaning sending delicious vibrations to your clit. he doesn't stop until he has your squirting all over his face. he looks up, you cum dripping down his chin and he picks his lips. "can you give me one more, baby...i know you can...".
fwb!choso has multiple recordings of your time together. he holds the camera in one hand and lightly fists his cock right on top of your spread pussy. your chest is heaving up and down and you whine, "just put it in, cho...". your eyes are half-lidded, mouth slightly parted and he just can't deny you. he slides in inch by inch and you moan his name so prettily. he's so proud he got that on video
fwb!choso never leaves until he makes sure you're satisfied. he has to make sure that you come, either on his cock' fingers or in his mouth, he needs to make sure that you finish. he's rubbing your clit, fucking his come deeper into you, your walls clenching around him and when you do come undone, he leans forward and leaves a few kisses on your jawline and cheeks, "good girl..."
fwb!choso who contemplates while you're asleep that the deal might break off soon. he sits up, sleep failing him as he thinks of the time you've spent together, the memories you've made along the way, he doesn't want it to end. he wants you to always call him when you need a good relief or when you have a genuine problem...but he knows that someday, you'll find someone better than him...someone who'll make you forget him.
ᕱᕱ ྀི. choso gets extra needy when you aren’t around (waaah)
needy!choso who’s desperate for your warmth. he wanted your skin against his, your body flushed against him. he wanted his arms to cling against your burning flesh, holding you so tightly, you couldn’t move an inch away. he wanted to nuzzle his face into your neck, taking in your addicting scent as his hands travelled up and down your thighs .
his thoughts grow impure quick—he needed to be in you. to feel your walls clench around his length as he buried himself deep in your heat. to have your arms wrapped around his neck, bringing him close and never letting go. to lick the sweat dripping from your forehead after he abused your cunt for hours.
needy!choso who gets hard at the mere thought of you. he’d begin palming himself through his boxers, precum already seeping through. though the friction was never enough.
he’d let his cock out, slowly jerking himself off with his face buried into your pillow and inhaling your scent. he teased the tip, fastened his pace, slowed it, then did it all over again. it was exactly how you touched him, yet it wasn’t the same. it was almost like torture, trying to get himself off, but nothing being enough. tears would begin to build up as he begins to tug his hair, whining pitifully as he ached for your presence.
needy!choso who folds hard as soon as you’re back. his arms would wrap around your waist, pulling you into his embrace. he would grab your cheeks, peckering them with kisses before trailing to your neck.you gasped at his touch, pleasantly surprised by his warm welcoming.
“i need it to be you.”
needy!choso who felt it was like heaven. he could feel his mind immediately go blank the moment you sunk onto him. he spews pathetic whines, as he felt your warmth around his shaft inch by inch. his face was burning, one hand tightly grips your ass while the other guides your hips down his length. ragged breaths escapes him as you slowly grinded your cunt against his base, listening to the song of your soft gasps. he grew impatient at your teasing, letting out pleas to start moving.
you waste no time, immediately raising yourself before slamming your hips down on to him. he lets out a significantly louder groan, sitting up straight and squeezing your hips. he buries his face in your chest, babbling nonsense as you bounce up and down on him. “so good,so, so, so good,—fuck!”
needy!choso who brokenly sobs at overstim. your figure would grow blurry as his eyes began to water before spilling fat tears. you kiss him, swallowing all of his cries and moans as you felt him grow bigger inside of you. he whimpers profanities against your lips, barely hanging on as the stimulation grew greater at the moment. despite that, he continued begging, not entirely sure what he was begging for. he didn’t care that he was on the brink of passing out, he wanted you to continue. to use him as you pleased and toy with him like he was nothing.
Something about bouncing up and down your personal trainer!toji's cock is everything you'd been fantasizing about for the past few months and more.
During workouts he's always been very firm and encouraging with you but now those hands you're always staring at were slapping at the fat of your ass all heavily while you slammed your hips down on him. Leaving him groaning and sweatier than those workouts usually did, "Jus’ like that, doll. Uhuh, put that ass to work.” He huffs all heavily before smacking your ass again.
Your trainer’s a nasty man. If you think you’ve been fantasizing about this then you’d be shocked to hear the things he’s been fantasizing about himself. He feels this inherent need to take credit for at least some of the pretty body bouncing up and down his thick cock right now.
Each smack to your ass served as some sort of silent thank you, meant to let you know he was proud of the results his traditional workouts gave you. Big, greedy hands find the purchase of your hips and he works you up and down his curving cock, grunting, “Thaaaat’s it, doll. Let me take care of ya’, like I always do, uhuh..” before he lifts you just a little and aids your body up and down.
Sounds of slick filth bounced off the interior of his car that’s parked just outside the gym and you’re letting yourself moan all unashamedly. “Mmph, ah-, fuck, Toji!” You whine, slutty actions leaving his windows fogged.
Your trainer starts smiling all of a sudden and grunts, “Mmgh, look at that. Look at the way I stretch those lips open, fuck.” He points out, one hand moving your ass cheek to get a better view of your puffy folds parted so prettily around the veins of his shaft, “You spread so wide for that cock, don’t you?”
When you nod and then lean up a bit to let gravity force you all the way down on him again, both of you moan in sync. You were missing one payment and this was the only thing you thought to offer. After all, you couldn’t lose your best trainer and it’s a mere coincidence you both have been wanting to fuck each other!
Toji’s head flies back with a soft thump against his headrest and his hips being to grind up into you, cockhead thrashing against your sweet spot. “Yeahhh ya’ do. Lettin’ me train this pussy, huh?” He teases.
You receive languid strokes up into your cunt for long enough to have you drooling, “Uhuh, hahh, I gotta-, oh fuck.. w-work on my endurance..!”
“Heh, riiiight… endurance..” He echoes all slyly before his hand suddenly presses into your arching spine. Then holding your body up in the air slightly, Toji’s feet shift against the car floor and then starts pumping his fat dick up into you with no remorse—your pussy letting sweet juices mess up both his thighs and the seats below the two of you. “Endure that fuckin’ cock then. Just like that, ma.”
You slump forward and cling onto the headrest in front of you while he just plows his weighty shaft in and out of your slobbering cunt. “T-Toji… ohmygod… fuck!”
“‘Couple more reps, pretty girl. We’re almost done, don’t worry.” He coos.
The car is all but bouncing and shaking with both of your frantic movements, letting anyone who walks by get the perfect idea of what was going on inside. “Something feels d-different… hnngh..” You end up whimpering as your spongey walls clamp around him tighter.
“Ohh? You gonna squirt for me? Hm?” Your trainer guesses with a crooked smirk on his scared lips, his fingers digging into the skin of your hips while he pounds himself up into you. Voice breathy, “Gonna leave my dick a sloppy wet mess as a reward for tainin’ you s’good, right?”
Somewhere in the mix of your strained cries of his name and cockdrunk babbles in agreement, you do, in fact, squirt on your personal trainer!toji's cock. The moment you do, he’s pulling out and letting his length slap against your crying pussy, making sure you soak every single inch of him.
“Fuuuck,” Toji groans loudly. “Your next few sessions… shit… are free after that one, doll.”
your face is pushed into the navy blue sheets, hair fanning out around you in sweaty strands, sticking to your skin. your ass is up in the air, and toji’s on his knees behind you, upper body craning forward as his large hands grab at the fat of your ass, squeezing, kneading, spreading you open.
his fingers dig into the plushness of your cheeks, thumbs hooking underneath as he pulls you apart, exposing your twitching and puckering hole for him.
he groans at the sight.
long, slow licks drag against your puckered hole, tongue flattening as he tastes you, before switching to quicker flicks that make your body jolt. you squirm beneath him, hips twitching, but he just leans up enough to bring his hand down—sharp—against your ass.
the smack echoes, the flesh of your ass rippling under his palm, and his eyes lock onto it, dark and blown wide as his hand goes right back to groping you, gripping you hard.
his thumb presses against your hole, teasing, then pushes in, slow, feeling the way your tight hole squeezes around him. he spreads your legs wider, pulling you open so he can see everything—your rim, your cunt, the way you’re already wet and messy, slicked with desire. a low groan bellows from his chest at the way your ass pushes back onto his thumb, arching into the feeling.
his face pushes back between your cheeks, nose pressed into your ass as his tongue pushes inside your hole, punishing you with his tongue, fucking into your hole. your face burns, fingers clutching the sheets tight as soft gasps spill from your mouth.
“mphm— toji… you’re being mean…”
he lifts his head just enough, dark raven strands of hair falling into his face, a crooked grin pulling at his lips.
“mean?” he mutters. “that’s cute, doll… when you’re the one pushing on my face.”
another slap lands against your ass, harder, making you cry out, a broken mewl slipping from your throat that has him letting out a low chuckle full of satisfaction.
you’re whining now, restless, hips shifting under him, and he can feel it—his cock straining in his pants, thick and hard, precum already soaking through the layers of fabric.
but he doesn’t rush.
toji fushiguro isn’t some impatient boy—he’s going to take his time, make you loose, make you weak, make you beg before he even thinks about fucking you.
his hand moves between your thighs, fingers sliding through your wet cunt before he pushes two inside, slow, watching the way your pussy swallows his digits, how it squeezes around him, desperate for more.
his mouth stays on your ass, tongue dragging and teasing against the outer edge of your hole, mouth kissing your rim messily, full of spit, while his fingers fuck into your cunt, curling just right.
“t-toji… please…”
your voice is shaky, pathetic, completely fucked out already.
he smirks against your skin, lips softly brushing your ass.
“nah, ma… you taste too good.” his breath is hot against your skin as he speaks into your heat.
his tongue flattens against your ass as he licks you up like a man starved, desperate, and hungry. he traces your rim, his breath hot against your skin, almost tantalizing as it teases you.
he spits onto your hole, a messy amount, slow and thick, watching it drip before his fingers pull your cheeks apart even wider, his hands nearly bruising you with need, exposing you completely as he buries his face back in and tongue fucks your hole.
it’s too much.
the feeling of his tongue pushing in and out, your hole puckering around him, the wet heat of his spit—it makes your body feel heavy, overwhelmed. you can’t even think, high off his tongue and calloused grip.
and he loves it. loves how fucking dumb you get underneath him.
he groans into your ass, cock aching, but he just presses in harder, teeth grazing your skin, leaving tooth marks embedded into flesh.
“fuckin’ stay still—lemme eat you,” he says through an almost breathless pant.
you’re thrashing, shaking, trying to pull away from how intense it is, but he just grabs you, dragging you back, holding you down as he buries his face deeper between your thick cheeks, groaning loud against you.
his voice drops, rough and low, vibrating through you.
“that’s it… doing good, doll… taste fuckin’ good… hold on.”
his thumb pushes back into your ass, slow, while his tongue keeps working around your rim, spit and drool slipping down, wet and cold as it reaches your clit.
your body jolts at the sensation, a gasp spilling from your glossed lips.
he doesn’t stop. not until you’re whining, begging, barely able to hold yourself up.
and when his cock can’t take it anymore—when it’s heavy in his hand, thick and leaking, tip flushed and dripping precum—that’s when he finally gives in.
he lines himself up behind you, dragging his cock through your cunt, letting it catch on your clit before pushing in slow, stretching you open inch by inch, his tip kissing your womb as he sinks deeper.
you feel all of it. every inch.
and then he snaps.
his thrusts turn rough, hard, pounding into you so hard your body jerks forward, nearly pushed off the bed. one hand fists your hair, pulling your head back while the other keeps your ass spread, thumb still pressing into your tight hole.
wet, messy squelching fills the room—your hungry pussy milking his cock, taunting him to spill inside you.
a\n: this is horrible never let me write again.. anyways masterlist - emergency comm info - kofi
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a/n: two fics in a week woah ria slow down; also slightly smutty be weary
boyfriend!choso who brags about you to everyone and anyone who’ll listen. You are truly his pride and joy. You mean everything to him and he makes sure everyone around him knows. You're his, and god is he thankful for that.
boyfriend!choso who loves involving you with his family. Choso holds his family very close to him and you getting along with them means the world to him.
boyfriend!choso who can't go to sleep without holding or cuddling you. No matter how often you tell him it's hot or uncomfortable he’ll still hold onto you. Nuzzling his head into your chest, trying to get impossibly closer.
boyfriend!choso who absolutely adores when you give him head scratches. He’ll always go out of his way just for head scratches. You could be laying on the couch and he’ll randomly appear begging for head scratches. Lips forming a slight pout and eyes looking up at you like he's a puppy. And of course you abide, it would be wrong of you to leave his cute face hanging.
boyfriend!choso who blushes or gets a little hard whenever you display any type of affection. Things as simple as hugs or laying your head on his shoulder get him excited in a way he can't explain. You're just so beautiful, so special to him.
boyfriend!choso who loves to kiss you between each sentence. Sure it's annoying but the cuteness of it overrights that. He’s just so desperately in love with you and doesn't know how else to express it.
“Are you even listening to me?”
“Of course I am,” he places another kiss on you with soft, blush pink lips.
boyfriend!choso who can't help but jerk himself off whenever you aren't near. He misses your voice, your smile, your scent and jerking off helps him. Wiping his precum up and down his shaft as he inhales the scent of your panties. His strokes slow and long. Loud moans and whimpers leaping out of his mouth. He gets himself so worked up that he has to call you home for assistance not like you mind anyway.
boyfriend!choso who eats you out more for his enjoyment than yours. He could spend hours in between your legs and you’d let him. He somehow manages to lick and kiss all the right areas. The only downside is once he starts he can't stop. He’ll keep his mouth attached to your lips until you've came at least twice. He loves how you taste and you wouldn't have it any other way.
boyfriend!choso who loves cowgirl because he gets to look up at you. To him you are the most beautiful thing created. Watching you bounce up and down and take control of him fulfills him in ways he can't understand. He loves seeing the shape your mouth makes when you moan and the look of pleasure on your face that he gives you.
GENRE: Fluff, Domestic, Comfort, Established Relationship.
WARNINGS: None (just Draken being the ultimate gentleman).
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Seriously, are there people in this universe who don't like Draken? 😥 Well, I love him. As a boyfriend, he's super protective, how cute. 💓 Enjoy this headcanon!
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Draken is over 6'1", so his physical presence is imposing. When you walk down the street together, he always places you on the sidewalk and puts an arm around your shoulders. He loves to completely envelop you to make you feel safe.
His braid is sacred, but with you, it's different. He lets you undo his hairstyle at the end of the day. He finds it incredibly relaxing when you brush his hair or give him a scalp massage while he tells you about his day at the motorcycle shop.
Because of the height difference (if you're shorter), his favorite displays of affection are tender kisses on the forehead, the crown of the head, or the temples (right above his dragon tattoo). He's not one to be overly affectionate in public, but in private, he's incredibly loving.
Many afternoons will be spent sitting on a stool in the workshop while he works with his hands covered in grease. He'll lend you one of his old shirts so you don't get dirty and will make sure you're okay. Your favorite snacks are nearby. He loves hearing your voice in the background while he works on an engine.
Draken is the adult of the group, and that protective instinct is doubled with you. If he notices you're cold, he'll give you his ToMan jacket without you even asking. If you're sick, he'll show up at your house with medicine and a hot, home-cooked meal he made himself.
Riding with Draken on his motorcycle is synonymous with safety. He rides with a steady hand, making sure you hold on tight to his waist. He likes to take you to quiet viewpoints outside of town to escape the gang noise.
On the ToMan, Draken is an imposing figure who commands respect. However, when you're around, the gang members become twice as serious. He'll never tolerate you getting involved in the dangerous world of fighting; he'll keep you firmly out of it to ensure your peace of mind.
Draken doesn't mince words. If something bothers or worries him, he'll tell you directly, but in a gentle voice. He's incredibly mature for his age; he prefers to sit down and talk things through before a misunderstanding escalates into an argument.
He grew up in the noisy and complex environment of the red-light district, so a stable and peaceful relationship with you is his true home. When he's exhausted from taking care of Mikey and dealing with ToMan's problems, he'll simply want to lie down next to you in silence, holding you tight as if you were his anchor in the world.
Thanks for reading this headcanon. I would have put more things but I ran out of ideas. 👍🏻
WHY IS IT SO HARD TO WRITE THESE THINGS? 😭 Well, but it doesn't matter, I'm not going to give up, hehe. 👽
bsf!choso who can’t stop touching you. ❤︎ 18+ minors dni , former virgin!choso , handjob + blowjob , penetration , innocence , best friends to lovers , messy , needy , 1k words in total — masterlist
best friend!choso who has been in your life forever, the one constant friend who shows up no matter what. he’s protective, reliable, but so stoic that most people don’t realize how much he feels. you do. you always have.
best friend!choso who ends up spending half his time at your place anyway, lounging on your couch, eating your snacks, fixing little things around the house for you. he never comments when you pad around in tiny shorts or a tank top, but he notices, and every time, his ears burn red.
best friend!choso who loses his virginity to you one night after too many glasses of wine, when laughter turned into a kiss, and the kiss turned into him on his knees, awkward and shaky but desperate to make you feel good. he’s never forgotten the sound you made when he finally pushed inside you, and now it plays in his head constantly.
best friend!choso who can’t stop thinking about it. about you. it’s like you’ve unlocked something in him he didn’t know was there. now when he visits, his hands linger on your waist, your thighs, brushing your skin like he’s starving for it.
best friend!choso who gets hard just watching you curl up on the couch, those little shorts riding up. he hates how obvious he feels, shifting uncomfortably, palms sweaty, until you grin at him and pat your lap.
best friend!choso who ends up with your hand wrapped around his cock one lazy afternoon. his head tips back against the couch, jaw clenched, trying so hard to hold in the noises spilling from his chest. “feels… so good,” he whispers, shaky, eyes fluttering. his cock twitches in your grip, thick and leaking, and when you twist your wrist just right, he spills hot cum all over your hand, breathless and apologetic.
best friend!choso who is obsessed with the way your mouth feels. the first time you kneel between his knees, he nearly sobs, fingers curling tight in your hair as you take him down your throat. he’s so thick it makes your jaw ache, but the sounds he makes are worth it—quiet, broken moans, your name falling over and over. he can’t help but cum embarrassingly fast the first few times, panting apologies into his fist while you swallow.
best friend!choso who wants to fuck you every chance he gets, the innocence from before clashing with how desperate he is now. he always looks wrecked—hair sticking to his forehead, eyes blown wide, voice trembling as he moans your name.
best friend!choso who favors slow, deep thrusts at first, needing to feel every inch of you around him. his hands tremble when he spreads your thighs, presses his thumb to your clit like he’s memorizing the way you gasp. “am i… doing it right?” he’ll ask, cheeks pink, even when you’re clawing at the sheets.
best friend!choso who gets addicted to the mess. the way his cock slides out of you glossy with slick, the way your thighs shine with his cum after he empties inside, the way your moans echo in his ears. each time, he swears it’ll be the last, that he won’t cross the line again, but then he’s back, pressing you down into the mattress, whispering “just one more time.”
best friend!choso who isn’t loud, but the sounds he makes are raw: low groans, sharp gasps, choked whimpers when he’s close. when he finally cums, he buries his face in your neck, clutching you tight like he’s afraid to let go.
best friend!choso who is still innocent in so many ways, asking questions, blushing when you tell him dirty things, but eager to learn everything about your body. he touches you constantly now—your hand in his, palm on your thigh, thumb stroking your skin—like he can’t stand the distance anymore.
best friend!choso who looks at you afterward like you hung the stars. still stoic, still quiet, but with his lips brushing your temple, whispering, “you’re… everything to me.”
best friend!choso who has no idea how he’s supposed to go back to just being your best friend. because now that he’s had you, now that he’s felt the warmth of your body clenching around him, he doesn’t think he can ever stop.
big brother yuji and uncle sukuna use your throat before dinner
2.9k — cw : incest, cheating, degradation, praise, blowjobs & face fucking, cum shots, cum swallowing, humiliation, some misogyny, butt stuff if you squint, very dubcon. based on this request <3
You and Yuji never had a normal sibling relationship, you two were always closer than that. When other parents would complaining about their siblings bullying one another and fighting constantly, your parents would boast about how well their kids got along.
You're not sure your parents ever used a word other than "sweet" when talking about you and your brother, but they'd probably keel over and die if they knew about even a fraction of what you two do to one another.
The cuddling, the kisses on your cheeks and forehead, those could maybe be overlooked. But eventually those turned into makeout sessions and dry humping until you both came in your pajamas, and neither of you could restrain yourselves anymore after that. What you were doing had already crossed the line so you might as well go all the way.
Yuji would join you in the shower, fuck you up against the glass and wash your hair after. He would drive you to see your friends, but you would just wind up riding him in the backseat before heading home right after to have sex one more time.
You two tried to be at least somewhat discreet, but eventually you started to get a bit too comfortable. And that's how you're here now. Home for the holidays and in Yuji’s old bedroom where you’re straddling his face, your own just an inch away from his pelvis, all while your family is preparing dinner down the hall.
You're trying to make him feel as good as you, you really are. Your lips are sealed around his cock as you bob your head up and down, tongue gliding along his shaft. But it's so hard to keep up whenever his tongue dips into your cunt, lapping at your dripping hole and flicking at your clit.
Yuji's eating you out with a desperation you've never felt from him before because he knows you have limited time. The loud voices and laughter coming from the kitchen tell you that your parents are still drinking and chatting with your aunt and uncle, but eventually someone will come knocking to let you know the food is ready.
And all that Yuji wants before he sits down for dinner is to feel you gushing onto his tongue, swallowing whatever he can of your cum to whet his appetite.
He's practically slurping up your arousal as two hands grip your ass, kneading the fat and spreading you open to get better access to your cunt. Yuji can tell by the way your legs are shaking and you're spending more time moaning around his cock than sucking it that you're getting close.
In the back of your mind, there's a budding feeling of guilt surrounding your inability to pleasure your brother at the moment. Yuji hasn't paid it any mind though because he knows it's not your fault—it's his.
He makes you feel so good.
Your toes curl as your hands grip the bedsheets when he slides a hand inward, circling his thumb around your asshole. The pressure is foreign and makes you squirm and not a minute later you're cumming. You'd worry that Yuji's nearly drowning with the way your pussy is soaking his face, but he won't let you go.
Strong hands move to your thighs and hold you in place as he keeps licking at your twitching hole, gently cleaning you up. You whimper softly around Yuji's stiff cock when your hips jerk on instinct to pull away, the sensitivity making your head spin.
"Tastes so good baby," Yuji's out of breath, swiping his tongue lazily against your clit once more. He chuckles against you when you whine at the feeling. "God I can't get enough of you, wish I could do this for hours."
"Fuckin' knew I'd find you two in here."
It's almost comical the way you and Yuji move in sync, both of you peeling yourselves away from one another in record time and spinning around to see none other than your uncle Sukuna. He's shutting the bedroom door behind him with a soft click when he meets your eye, a dangerous glint shining in his.
"It's uh, it's not what it looks like," Yuji throws out the same tired excuse everyone tries.
As if you aren't both naked and sweaty, hair touseled and chests heaving as you sit atop opposite ends of Yuji's bed.
Sukuna lets out a sharp laugh, his arms coming to cross in front of his broad chest as he looks down his nose at the two of you. "You mean you two weren't just 69ing like a couple of amateurs?"
Your heart is hammering in your chest as a sweat breaks out across your forehead. You two are so screwed. One look at Yuji tells you enough to know that the idiot boy is still going to try and talk his way out of this but it's a lost cause. You're not even sure how long your uncle had been standing there because you never even heard the door open!
"Please, uncle Sukuna," your voice wavers in a way that you hate, "don't tell them. Y-you can't."
"Don't worry, sweetheart, I won't." Sukuna spits the pet name at you so rudely it makes your stomach turn with disappointment remembering all the times your father used it as a term of endearment. "But what do i get for keepin' my mouth shut?"
You're at a loss for words. You think he can't possibly be serious right now but everything about his demeanor tells you that he is. Sukuna steps toward you, hooking a finger under your chin and tilting your head up at him. The intensity in his gaze makes you shiver and his mouth splits into a wide smile.
"Your brother make you feel good?" Sukuna coos, "looked like he made you cum pretty hard."
Yuji's eyes are darting between you and Sukuna, just as dumbfounded as you are. The difference is that you still look scared, it's obvious by the look on your face and the way you're curling in on yourself. But Yuji is over that initial sense of panic, and watching the way his uncle's large hand easily wraps around your neck is making his cock twitch back to life.
Your breath hitches. You should be able to breathe just fine, Sukuna's hand is only resting around your throat, not squeezing. And yet it feels like you're not getting enough air.
"Need to find out for myself what's got this kid so whipped," Sukuna mutters before pulling you by your neck. He guides you off the bed and towards the ground until you're kneeling at his feet.
Yuji is enamored by the scene in front of him. It has never been like this between you two—such an obvious difference in power. It wasn't even something he'd considered because it's you, his darling sister. But now, he'll never be able to forget it.
Yuji will forever replay in his mind the silence as you obediently let Sukuna lead, and that flicker of reverence in your eyes that are otherwise swimming with unease.
"Open up, tongue out," Sukuna lightly slaps your cheek until you do as he says, letting your jaw fall slack. "Good girl."
He makes you wait like that, tongue lolled out of your mouth that's open wide while he undoes his pants and pulls them down. You feel like a damn dog, sitting at your owner's feet and awaiting your next command.
Sukuna sighs with relief when his hand grips his hard cock, pumping it a few times. He taps it against your tongue and your cheek before he pushes just the tip past your lips. Your mouth closes around him immediately, giving him a soft suck before he rewards you with more of his length.
Yuji hasn't been able to tear his eyes away from you two until Sukuna addresses him directly, snapping him out of his trance. "Gotta show you how to use her right. You've been too easy on her, I can tell."
Your worried gaze darts to your brother, seeking some help since you can't talk with your uncle's dick in your mouth. But he won't look at you now. His cheeks are tinted pink and he's keeping his lips sealed, refusing to stick his neck out for you.
"Yeah," Sukuna groans, rolling his hips into you. "She wasn’t even tryin' to get you off even after you made her cum."
A large hand grips the back of your head, holding you still. The hard floor is making your knees ache but you don't dare try to move. Spit is pooling in your mouth and you swallow it down with a struggle, the tiny movement snapping Sukuna's attention back to you. The wolfish grin on his face does nothing to placate your nerves.
"Your big brother's spoiled you, huh?" You were never meant to reply to Sukuna's question, but it's like he wanted to make sure you couldn't even try with the way he thrusts hard and fast into your mouth until you gag.
The head of your uncle's cock is pressed up against the back of your throat, making your eyes well up instantly. You're coughing around his length, lips sputtering as your body tries hopelessly to expel what's lodged in your throat. Of course all that does is make you constrict around Sukuna, eliciting another low groan from the man.
"Tightest fuckin' throat, I knew it." And with that he's got both hands on the sides of your head, gripping you like a vice as he starts rutting into your mouth. The thrusts start off shallow and fast, but he quickly gets tired of that. It's not getting enough of a reaction from you.
He's not deep enough.
He needs to be burying himself so far into your hot mouth that your nose is brushing against his pubes and his balls are slapping against your chin.
The tears that were resting in your waterline start to fall, forming pretty rivulets down your face that turn black as they drag your mascara with them. The spit in your mouth is starting to trickle out the corners, what doesn't escape just makes you cough harder each time you forget to breathe through your nose which is now running too. Within seconds your uncle has reduced you to little more than a sloppy toy for his pleasure.
Yuji's own breathing has become labored, his chest heaving and cock aching as he pumps it wildly. He loves his little sister, and he almost feels bad for finding this so hot, but you just look absolutely ruined. So pretty that you could be the star in one of his favorite pornos with the way you're crying and moaning while Sukuna fucks your face.
The best part is that through it all you just… let him.
Your hands are wrapped around his thighs, but you're not scratching or pushing, they're just there to ground yourself while you choke on his girth.
And the sounds. God, they're fucking obscene. Gagging and retching on Sukuna's cock, your lips slurping around him whenever you try to stop more drool from spilling out.
Sukuna's lost in it all too, his orgasm approaching rapidly. But right when you feel his dick starting to throb, pulsing against your tongue, he yanks you off of him.
"Fuck, almost came down that little throat. Feels so much better than the wife's," Sukuna grunts, addressing Yuji. You're hardly listening while gasping for air, taking whatever chance you get to try and wipe some of the mess off your face. "She takes it like a champ though, you got a nice slut for a sister huh?"
Yuji stutters, his hand slowing to stroke himself lazily, "y-yeah I do." It feels wrong to talk about you like that, especially with you kneeling there in front of them, but he's also so god damn horny.
"So start treating her like one," Sukuna snaps, giving your head a quick shove until you're falling into Yuji's legs. His free hand comes to stabilize you gently, and you look up at him with big pleading eyes. He knows that you're begging him silently—the only way you can with your throat bruised and sore—to not listen to your uncle.
"C'mon sis, I'll be fast. I promise," Yuji strokes your head softly and you let out a tiny whine. But of course you listen. You open your mouth for him, sticking your tongue out and sitting still just like you did for your uncle as your brother now slides his shaft down your throat. "Fuuuck, that feels good," Yuji groans loudly, earning him a glare from Sukuna.
"So damn loud. You want your aunt to hear us in here?"
Yuji's mouth shuts and he shakes his head quickly before letting it fall back with his eyes closed. He's trying to focus all his energy on his climax now, not wanting to waste any more time.
"Always thought you were more like me than your dad," Sukuna comments, earning a confused look from Yuji. "You're fucked up too. An asshole, even though you've got that nice guy act all figured out."
Sukuna's rough palm glides along his length, his fingers wrapped tight as he fists his cock. Yuji shakes his head again, "'m not fucked u-up. Not like you."
Sukuna barks out that deep laugh of his, seemingly forgetting already about your aunt that he was so concerned about just a minute ago. "You sure about that?"
"Mhmn, I'm—haah, fuck," Yuji's whining while he tries to protest in his defense.
"Then how come you're fuckin' your sisters face so hard she looks like she's about to pass out?"
Yuji's head whips forward like he's not sure what the hell Sukuna's talking about, but it's true. Your eyes are rolling back, face red and wet with snot, spit and tears. That's when he realizes that your nose is just as stuffed up as your throat from all the crying. You're tapping weakly against his thigh and moaning around him.
"Shit," Yuji curses under his breath. "I'm so close baby, m'sorry," his voice cracks as the pitch raises, and he sounds so needy it's hard not to feel bad for him. "Just a little longer, I swear. You can do that for me right?"
You really want to be able to. Yuji does so much for you and you want to reciprocate but you're worried that you may actually faint. Your hand is now slapping at Yuji's leg desperately but he ignores you. When you whine loudly in a panic he finally stops, but only because the vibrations feel so good he has to bury himself to the hilt inside your throat so he can feel them when he finishes.
"Cumming, 'm cumming—fuck!" He holds you there while the bitter taste of his cum floods your mouth. Black specks start to apppear in the corners of your vision as you anxiously try to swallow everything Yuji's giving you, your cloudy mind determined to not waste a drop.
"There you go. Swallow it all like a good girl." Sukuna's so close too. Enthralled by the vision of your throat bobbing desperately, your fucked-out face all red and puffy, and Yuji's long cock sliding out from between your glossy lips.
Sukuna knows he would be completely and utterly fucked if his wife came looking for him right now. Especially because he's not sure he'd stop even if she burst through the door screaming at him.
You, on the other hand, can't even spare an ounce of energy to think about the rest of your family in this moment because you can breathe again. Your eyes are blinking rapidly, trying to clear your blurry vision but before you know it you're being grabbed again.
"Come here," Sukuna rasps, "shit, I'm gonna—lemme cum in your mouth too, yeah?"
Hesitantly, you stick your tongue out for Sukuna, but he's never had the best aim. Your eyes squeeze shut just in time and you wince when you feel spurt after spurt of your uncles hot release landing all over your face. "Ah fuck, I'm sorry kid," he apologizes without a hint of remorse, "I tried."
Yuji is now certain that he really isn't as good of a person as he thought, since the feeling he's experiencing most in this moment is pure adoration. Not guilt, not sympathy as you start to sniffle, fresh tears forming in your eyes from the humiliation. No, all your brother can think about is how perfect you look as a complete mess for him and his uncle.
He squats beside you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and letting you slump into his chest. Petting your head gently, he gives you soft praises about how well you did for him and Sukuna, how good you made them feel. He presses a sweet kiss to your forehead and it's enough for you to nearly forget about everything they just put you through.
In fact, you almost forgot that Sukuna was even in the room until he's grumbling at you two while tucking himself back into his pants. "Clean up. I'm supposed to make sure you kids are ready when the food is, I don't need the wife bitchin' at me cause you aren't."
Oh yeah, family dinner. The reason you're all back at your parents house in the first place.
a/n this one got away from me!! so it turned out a bit longer and it was so fun to write :3 i hope you all enjoyed
what it’s like being in a relationship with boyfriend!katsuki .ᐟ
﹙❕﹚ . art creds. zaraofficialmanga on pins &&. cannaschwester on tt
boyfriend!katsuki post-war ノpost-timeskip stays up some nights, his head on your chest listening to your steady heart as you sleep reminding himself not only that you’re safe and okay, but that he’s safe too. he’s home.
boyfriend!katsuki likes to hold your hand but when his eyes are distant, his grip is extra tight like he's afraid you'll slip away. when you find his gaze it’s almost like he’s pleading you’ll understand what he needs.
he’ll purposefully start teasing you, riling you up knowing it’ll lead to playful wrestling and when he inevitably beats you, he’ll mumble something softly on how you’re getting better— followed by pointers in where you could use work.
there are also instances in which he’ll bite you. not with the intent of hurting you of course, but.. with love? you just look so cute all the time, and he’d rather
boyfriend!katsuki’s quirk sometimes does this thing he can’t really control, and you find it so adorable, especially because when he explained that the reason his hands fizz out mini-explosions when he looks at you too long is because you may or may not make him nervous and that causes his hands to sweat, his face is more brightly flushed than it was during your first kiss, and with that bashful flustered face he looked so soft— who can blame you for finding it cute?
boyfriend!katsuki is still prideful and arrogant sometimes, but not so much toward you as about you. his heart swells with joy when he gets to show you off, a shit eating grin plastered on his face when he the words that’s my girl echo in his mind.
he gets mad on your behalf when someone to underestimates you— whether it be due to your quirk, how you act, or your intelligence; fiery temper set ablaze with rage bubbling over the edge.
boyfriend!katsuki swears he won’t but he’ll snap pictures of you when you’re distracted and you’re on dates and he thinks you look particularly beautiful (which he thinks you does all the time). and even though you make him swear to delete them, he never does.
boyfriend!katsuki absentmindedly traces up your forearms sometimes while he listens to you talk, a small, fond smile on his lips as if your presence soothes his own melancholic thoughts.
boyfriend!katsuki calls you out on your bullshit mistakes without hesitation, not out of cruelty but because he believes you deserve honesty and growth.
boyfriend!katsuki apologizes awkwardly when he snaps at you after long exhausting days, his frustration often masking deeper fears and insecurities he doesn't know how to express.
some days, when you aren’t too upset or hurt by his previously spoken harsh words, you sit and let him try to vocalize: what he meant, where it came from, what he didn’t want to say, how he felt, and anything he wants to say.
other days, when the words cut too deep too fast, you sit together and silently share a meal, not wanting to bring tension to bed. the tense “i’m sorry” flies past his lips and you lay your head om his shoulder, squeezing his forearm once. so he knows you still love him. so he knows you just need a little time.
you always murmur a soft ‘i love you’ before getting up and disappearing either to shower or sleep— whichever you need most that day.
boyfriend!katsuki is a total softie. it’s to be expected i supposed. i mean— this is the guy who is asleep by 8:30pm. but it comes to you as a shock still how gentle he is.
his hands are always cautious when they hold you, mindful to not be too harsh; not scare you. his voice softness a notch or five the moment he sees your face break out in the slightest hint of tears. he’ll notice things that make you you and worry (silently) when they change. he brings you chocolate and soup when you don’t feel well and he kisses your forehead as a measure to tell your temperature— something you adore very much.
boyfriend!katsuki finds it hard to understand certain things you’re insecure about. namely, your looks and personality. he won’t straight up try to bluntly reassure you, because that won’t work obviously, but don’t think that means he won’t find ways to ease out that overworked spiraling mind of yours.
ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𝒦.𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 ་༘ ִֶָ ࣪˖ is fighting demons while his gf tries on bikini's at the mall.
꒰𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈 ⋮⋮ fem!reader ⋮⋮ bikini try ons ⋮⋮ reader is implied to be curvy ⋮⋮ semi-public sex ⋮⋮ sex in a changing stall ⋮⋮ p in v ⋮⋮ c-pied꒱
Bikini season had the mall packed with bright lights and summer music humming through the speakers. You dragged Choso into the swimwear store with a bright smile, your hand tight in his. The racks were full of tiny colorful strings and triangles that barely covered anything. You picked out a few sets and headed straight for the changing stalls at the back. The store worker hovered nearby, polite and ready to help if needed.
You pushed open the door to the biggest stall and pulled Choso inside with you before he could protest. The space was tiny, meant for one person. The little bench along the wall could barely accommodate his large body. He sat down heavily, knees spread wide because there was no room otherwise. His face was already flushed, hazel eyes dark and watching you with that shy hunger he could never hide.
You thought having him in here would be nice... that he could sit quietly while you undressed and give him a private show as you modelled the bikinis. Perfect way to tease your boyfriend on a hot day, right?
The door clicked shut. You turned to face him, hands already reaching for the hem of your top. "Ready to see me try these on, baby?"
Choso nodded, swallowing hard. His thighs tensed on the bench as you peeled your shirt off slowly. The moment your breasts spilled free, bare and soft, his cock twitched hard in his pants. He was so hard already. Just the sight of your tits made him leak, a wet spot forming at the front of his jeans. His breathing picked up, chest rising fast under his hoodie.
You smiled at him, turning side to side so he could see everything. Your manicured fingers cupped your breasts lightly, then lifting them as if checking how they'd fit for a nonexistent top. "What do you think? Too much?"
He couldn't answer right away, well, because the question confused him, too much? Too much of what exactly? Your breasts were perfect. They could never be "too much," in his vocabulary that didn't exist. His legs spread wider on the bench, cock straining painfully against the fabric. Pure torture. You were so close to him in this tiny stall, the air thick with the scent of your skin and his growing desperation.
You hooked your thumbs into your skirt next, shimmying it down your hips inch by inch. The fabric slid over your ass, revealing the smooth curves and the tiny thing you called 'underwear' underneath. Choso groaned quietly, eyes locked on the way your ass jiggled softly with each wiggle. His cock throbbed visibly now, leaking more into his jeans, the outline thick and obvious between his spread thighs.
"Baby... this is too much," he whispered, voice strained. "You're so pretty. I can't... fuck." He couldn't think straight, anytime he saw a sliver of your bare skin. This was actually killing him.
You stepped closer, turning and bending over so your ass brushed near his face while you pretended to adjust the tong. Then you picked up the first bikini, a tiny red string set. You slipped the top on slowly, tying the strings behind your neck while your breasts bounced with the movement. The triangles barely covered your nipples. You modelled it for him, posing with hands on your hips and everything, real professional-like. Turning so he could see how it hugged your body.
Choso's hands gripped the edge of the bench, knuckles white. His cock was fully hard now, tenting out obscenely. "You look... incredible. But please, I might... right here, baby. If you keep doing that."
You giggled softly and cupped them, squeezing gently right in front of his flushed face. "Aw, poor Baby. Just from watching me change? You're so hard already. Unbelievable." Your words and tone of voice almost sounded like you were scolding him. "You're gonna have to stay like that, a little while longer, Cho." He winced.
And whimpered, shifting on the bench, but there was nowhere to go. His legs stayed spread wide, thick cock pulsing with every heartbeat. You slid the matching red bottoms up your legs and right over your own soaked panties next, bending over slowly so your ass pushed toward him. The tiny fabric disappeared between your cheeks, leaving almost nothing to his imagination.
The store worker's voice floated from the other side of the door. "Everything okay in there? Need any different sizes?"
You answered cheerfully, still facing Choso. "We're good! Just trying a few on." Then you dropped your voice to a teasing whisper. "Hear that, baby? She's right outside. And here you are, sitting there with your cock so hard because of my tits and ass."
Choso bit his lip hard, eyes glassy. "Please... you're killing me. I can see everything." He's right, your pussy lips are showing through that, excuse of a bikini botton. His voice chirped up, a little higher but still trying to keep quiet, "I want to touch you but... I-I might cum if you move any closer."
As soon as the first set came on off, the other was on. Turning to him again, modelling the next bikini, a white one that went sheer when it got wet, but right now, it just clung to your curves. You climbed onto his lap carefully, knees on either side of his spread thighs on the tiny bench. Your barely covered pussy pressed right against the hard bulge in his jeans.
"Feel how wet I am already, Cho?" you murmured, grinding slowly, for emphasis. "Watching you suffer like this is so hot, baby. My cute boyfriend trapped in here with me. It's torture for you, hm?"
He groaned into your shoulder, big hands finally grabbing your hips. His cock throbbed against your pussy, leaking steadily now, soaking through and dampening the bikini bottom. "Baby... I can't hold it. You're too much. Your tits are literally in my face, your ass... everything's just."
You rocked your hips again, slow and teasing, feeling him pulse under you. Your breasts brushed his chest with every movement. The air heavy with tension and his quiet, desperate sounds.
"You're gonna make me cum in my pants before we even leave the store," he whispered, voice cracking.
You leaned up and kissed his jaw softly, tits pressing against his chest again. "Good. Maybe I want you to. Sit pretty for me, Cho. Bikini season is just getting started."
The store worker knocked lightly again. "Let me know if you need help with anything!"
You smiled against Choso's neck, grinding once more on his throbbing cock. "We're almost done. Just one more outfit."
Pure torture for him, and you loved every flushed, leaking second of it.
The tiny changing stall felt even smaller now, the air thick and warm from both of you. You were still wearing that sheer white bikini, the one that clung to your curves and left almost nothing hidden. Choso stayed sat on the little bench, like you told him to. Legs spread wide to make room for you on his lap. His cock was rock hard, pressing up against your ass through his jean. Every tiny shift of your hips made him leak more, the wet spot just kept growing bigger.
You reached behind your neck, fingers brushing the tied strings of the bikini top. "Help me with this one, baby. Untie it for me."
Choso's eyes widened, flushed face turning even redder. His hands came up slowly, trembling as they found the strings. "O-okay... like this?" He asked dumbly as he fumbled with the knot, fingers clumsy from how turned on he was. His cock throbbed hard against your ass, thick and insistent.
You wiggled on his lap on purpose, grinding back against him while he worked. "Mhm, just pull it loose. You can do it."
He finally got one string untied, the top loosening so your breasts nearly spilled out. He tried to grab another bikini from the hook on the wall, anything to distract himself. But you caught his wrists gently and guided his hands back to your chest.
"Forget about that Cho and grab these instead," you whispered, voice teasing. "Feel how soft they are, baby? All for you."
Choso groaned quietly, big hands cupping the curve of your tits right away. His palms were warm and a little shaky as he squeezed, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "Fuck... they're so perfect. So soft."
You smiled, reaching down between your bodies. tugging his zipper down and pulling the waistband of his boxers lower, just enough for his thick cock to spring free, hot and leaking against your ass. With one hand you slipped the bikini bottoms and your panties off. To the side it went with a flick of your wrist, next to choso on the bench it landed. Your slick cunt now exposed, wet and soaking. You rocked back slowly, letting his bare cock slide along your slick pussylips.
"Keep playing with my tits while I take care of this," you murmured, guiding the head of his cock to your sopping hole. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, your tight cunt swallowing every thick inch.
Choso's head fell back against the wall, a muffled whimper escaping as your ass settled fully in his lap. His hands groped your tits harder now, fingers digging into the soft flesh while you started riding him slow and deep. The bench creaked quietly under you both.
"Baby... you're so wet," he breathed, voice cracking. His hips bucked up instinctively, cock dragging along your walls with every roll of your hips. "I can feel you clenching around me. you feel... t-too good."
You kept moving, ass bouncing lightly in his lap, pussy making soft wet sounds around his cock. His hands never left your tits, squeezing and kneading the weight of them, pinching your nipples until you moaned softly. The strings of the bikini top hung loose around your neck, your breasts spilling free into his palms.
"Such a good helper," you teased, grinding down hard so his cock pressed deep inside you. "So good." He let out a high whimper at your praise, You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Anyone could hear us if you get too loud, Choso."
He bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but his whimpers kept slipping out. His cock throbbed inside your cunt, leaking steadily as you rode him faster. The tiny stall filled with the scent of sex and the quiet slap of skin on skin.
You moved your hands down to hold his hands tighter against your tits, making him grope you even more. "Don't stop touching them. I love your hands on me like this."
Choso nodded frantically, fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock. His thighs trembled under you, the bench barely holding both of you steady. He was so close already, cock swelling thicker inside your dripping pussy.
"Cum whenever you want, baby," you whispered, clenching around him on purpose. "Fill me up, hm?" You encouraged. "Think you can make it through two more try ons?" He groaned viscerally, "Okay maybe one." You purred in his ear.
He whined your name into your shoulder, hands full of your soft breasts, cock pulsing deep as he tried so hard not to make too much noise. The mall music playing on outside the door, but inside the stall it was just you, him, and the desperate heat building between your bodies.
Choso's big hands wrapped tight around your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you back hard onto his cock. He thrust up deep, stuffing you full with every thick inch while his hips snapped up desperately. Your tight cunt squeezed around him, milking him as you rode faster, tits bouncing in his groping palms.
"Fuck... baby I'm gonna..." he groaned low, voice wrecked.
You clenched hard around him, grinding down so his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside. "Cum for me, Cho. Fill me up, like a good boy."
He came hard with a muffled cry, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into your pussy. His hands held your waist like a vice, keeping you seated fully on him while he stuffed you full, pumping every last drop deep. Your cunt fluttered around him, taking it all, his warm load flooding you until it started to leak around his shaft.
When the last spasm faded, Choso slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, completely dazed. His cock softened a little but stayed buried inside you, twitching with aftershocks. You lifted off slowly, feeling his cum start to leak out of your stretched hole the second he pulled out. Thick white streaks dripped down your thighs, messy and warm.
You smiled at him, still flushed and glowing. "Come on Cho, grab my underwear and put them on me."
Choso looked so fucked out, eyes glassy, lips parted, brain fuzzy from how hard he just came. He reached blindly for your panties on the bench beside him, fingers trembling as he picked them up. Your pussy was on full display, puffy and leaking his cum in slow globs.
He leaned forward, still dazed, and carefully pulled your panties up your legs. The soft cotton slid over your skin until it cupped your dripping cunt, barely. He tugged them into place gently, but his thumb pressed right over your hole, feeling the way his cum soaked through the fabric already. A dark wet spot bloomed under his thumb, warm and sticky.
"Look at that," you whispered, voice teasing as you rocked your hips a little, pushing more of his load into the panties. "Your cum is already making such a mess in my panties. Then you focused the praise back on him. "Good boy for dressing me after you stuffed me so full, Cho."
Choso stared at the wet spot, thumb still pressed there like he could not believe what he had done. His cock twitched again still out in the open. Half-hard and sensitive. "Baby... it's leaking so much. I can feel it. You're gonna walk around the mall like this?"
You nodded, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. "Mhm. All day. Every step I take, your cum will be soaking my panties and dripping down my thighs. And you'll know it's all because of how hard you came inside me, isn't that what you want?"
He groaned softly, hands sliding up to cup your tits again, squeezing them like he needed something to hold onto. The stall felt even hotter now, the air heavy with the smell of sex. Outside the door, the store worker called out cheerfully about other colours and shit but inside, it was just you two and the messy aftermath.
You stood up carefully, adjusting your top while Choso watched with hazy eyes. His cum kept leaking, the wet spot on your panties growing bigger, a constant reminder pressing against your clit with every movement.
"Ready to pay for all of this Choso?" you asked sweetly, already reaching for the pair you made a mess in. "Or do you need another minute to recover from stuffing your girlfriend full?"
Choso just nodded weakly, still dazed and fucked out, his thumb ghosting over the soaked fabric and down the slick skin of your thighs, once more before he tucked his cock away and stood up. Bikini season had never felt so filthy.
