•i'm princess persephone <3 prince persey as well as your highness are also accepted <3
•the prince is 22, ftm, and uses he/him pronouns. however he is alright with being referred to in feminine ways (ex. titles like wife, princess, or feminine anatomy, etc)
•the prince occasionally writes concepts, most of which are revolving around royalcore/prince core as a whole. however there are frequent posts regarding jjk, call of duty, and the mcu
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what's my kink? hmm i don't know i guess i don't have any
are they gone? okay. you are a knight and i am your childhood friend but the key point is we've been in love for years and years and years and every time you come back from a quest i'm there.
and every time, i wipe the blood from your face and bandage your wounds, and you catch my hand and press it harder over the cloth, and it hurts you but it feels good, too, because it's my hand that's doing it, and because of this quiet unspoken thing between us that will never be because of the oaths you've made to others.
and then one day an enemy of yours tracks me down and i am your one weakness, and you came back to the quiet village and i am not there, and the houses are burning, and you raze every inch of ground between us
but it's a trap (obviously it's a trap) and you are caught and i am there, and your enemy vows to destroy your world as you have destroyed his (and this is how i find out that you are not the good person i thought you were) (and how i find out that i don't care, i'll have you anyway, if we survive this thing)
and then while you are restrained your enemy hurts me just to see you scream, and i won't beg even though nothing has ever hurt this bad, and you are raging against your chains, with this look in your eye that's fear, not rage, because for all your vows i am the only thing you love.
and then you get free and you kill him and you toss his body aside like it doesn't even matter (because it doesn't, only i matter, i am the only thing in the world) and you undo my bindings with shaking hands and you say damn my oaths, i will slay a thousand kings if you ask it of me, and i smile finally with blood on my teeth and you kiss me
Bratty bimbo!reader hated hakari but one day her opinion changed.
18+ minors dni
You’d been with Kirara for almost a year before Hakari ever showed up, and those first months were pure, filthy heaven.
Kirara had always been your perfect match—tall, pretty, with that sharp jawline softened by long black hair she kept tied back in a loose ponytail, glossed lips, and the kind of body that made your mouth water. She was trans, he-to-she, hormones giving her soft tits and a round ass while keeping that thick, heavy cock you’d fallen in love with the very first time she’d let you ride it. You were her bimbo princess: big tits spilling out of every tight top, wide hips and a fat ass that jiggled when you walked, glossy lips always popped, lashes long enough to cast shadows, and an attitude that screamed “brat.” Kirara loved it. She loved bending you over the kitchen counter after you’d been mouthing off all day, hiking up your mini-skirt and sliding that fat dick into your dripping pussy while you whined and called her “mommy.” She loved making you choke on her while she played with your braids, telling you how good her pretty little slut took it. The sex was constant, nasty, and perfect. You never got tired of her stretching you open, filling you up until cum leaked down your thick thighs.
Then Hakari happened.
He was Kirara’s best friend—loud, cocky, always grinning like the world was his personal casino. One night they got drunk, one thing led to another, and suddenly Kirara was asking if you’d be open to letting him join. You said yes because you loved Kirara and you were greedy, but the second Hakari stepped into your shared apartment with that smug smirk and those sharp eyes raking over your body like he already owned it, you hated him. Hated the way he called you “princess” in that lazy drawl. Hated how he lounged on your couch like he paid rent. Hated how his presence made Kirara’s eyes light up in a way that felt like competition.
The first time they tried to include him in bed, you made it crystal clear where you stood.
Kirara had you on your back, legs spread wide, her cock buried deep while she fucked you slow and sweet, whispering how pretty you looked all stretched around her. Hakari was kneeling beside you, stroking his own massive dick—thick, veiny, easily an inch longer and fatter than Kirara’s, the head already glistening. He reached out to squeeze one of your heavy tits, thumb brushing your nipple.
You slapped his hand away hard. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me.”
Kirara paused, blinking. “Baby…”
“I said don’t touch me,” you snapped, glaring up at Hakari even as your pussy clenched greedily around Kirara. “This is for me and her. You can watch if you want, but keep your hands to yourself, gambler boy.”
Hakari’s grin only widened, dangerous. “Feisty. I like that.”
You turned your face away and tugged Kirara down by her hair, kissing her deep while she started thrusting again. Hakari stayed on the sidelines that night, stroking himself while you came twice on Kirara’s dick. He came on your tits only because Kirara asked you to let him, and you rolled your eyes the whole time, wiping it off like it was nothing.
It became a pattern. Every time the three of you ended up in bed, you were a fucking menace. You’d sit on Kirara’s face, grinding your wet pussy on her tongue while Hakari tried to slide his cock between your lips. You’d turn your head. You’d crawl onto Kirara’s lap and ride her reverse cowgirl so your ass bounced right in front of him but never close enough for him to touch. You’d moan extra loud for Kirara, calling her “mommy” and “my good girl” just to twist the knife. Hakari would laugh, low and dark, telling you he’d have you begging one day. You’d flip him off and cum on Kirara’s dick instead.
You never sat next to him on the couch. You’d squeeze between him and Kirara if you had to, but you always pressed your thick thigh against Kirara’s, never his. When they kissed, you’d kiss Kirara harder, like you were marking territory. You were the biggest brat in the world, and you wore it like a crown.
Until the day Kirara left you alone with him.
It was a Saturday afternoon. Kirara had a quick errand—something about picking up a new wig and some lingerie she wanted to surprise you with. She kissed you deep at the door, hand squeezing your ass under your tiny silk robe.
“Be good while I’m gone, baby,” she murmured against your glossy lips. “Hakari’s just gonna chill on the couch. Don’t kill him.”
You smirked, popping your gum. “No promises.”
The door clicked shut.
Hakari was already sprawled on the couch in gray sweats and a black tank, scrolling on his phone, legs spread wide like he owned the place. You ignored him completely, strutting into the kitchen in your tiny robe that barely covered your fat ass, heels clicking. You bent over to grab a soda from the fridge, knowing the robe rode up and showed the lacy black thong underneath, but you didn’t care—he could look all he wanted. He wasn’t getting shit.
You felt his eyes on you the whole time.
When you straightened up and turned around, he was staring, phone forgotten. That cocky smirk was gone, replaced by something darker, hungrier.
“You done playing games, princess?” he asked, voice low.
You popped your gum louder. “I don’t play with you at all, Hakari. Stay on your side of the couch.”
He stood up slowly. God, he was tall—broad shoulders, tattoos peeking from under the tank, that dangerous grin creeping back. “Kirara’s been gone ten minutes and you’re already testing me. You’ve been testing me for months.”
You rolled your eyes and tried to walk past him toward the living room. His hand shot out, fingers wrapping around your thick waist, yanking you back against his chest. Your soda clattered to the floor.
“Get the fuck off me—”
“Shut up,” he growled, mouth right against your ear. His other hand slid down, palming your ass hard, squeezing the soft flesh until you gasped. “I’ve watched you bounce on her dick for months. Watched you cream all over her while you glare at me like I’m nothing. I’m done being patient.”
You tried to shove him, but he was solid muscle. He spun you around and backed you up until your thighs hit the arm of the couch. Your robe fell open, heavy tits spilling out, dark nipples already hard from the cool air and—fuck—his voice.
“You hate me so much?” he taunted, pushing you down so you sat on the wide armrest, legs forced apart. He stepped between them, grinding the massive bulge in his sweats right against your thong-covered pussy. “Then why are you already wet, huh?”
“I’m not—” you started, but he yanked the thong to the side and dragged two thick fingers through your folds. You were soaked. Embarrassingly, shamefully soaked.
Hakari laughed, low and mean. “Liar.”
He shoved his sweats down in one motion. His cock sprang out—fuck, it was huge. Thick as your wrist, long, heavy, the head flushed dark and already leaking. Veins ran up the shaft, pulsing. It was bigger than Kirara’s by a noticeable amount, and the sight made your bratty mouth go dry even as your pussy clenched hard.
“Bet you thought you could keep ignoring this,” he said, stroking himself once, twice, smearing precum over the fat head. “Bet you thought you’d never have to take it.”
You opened your mouth to snap something back—something nasty, something bratty—but he grabbed your braids in one fist, yanked your head back, and shoved the head of his cock past your glossy lips in one smooth thrust.
Your eyes watered instantly. He was so thick your jaw ached, stretching your pretty mouth wide. He didn’t give you time to adjust—just started fucking your throat in shallow, filthy thrusts, groaning at how hot and wet your mouth was.
“Fuck, that’s it. Choke on it, brat. All that attitude and you still suck cock like a pro.”
Tears smeared your mascara, but you couldn’t stop your tongue from swirling around him, sucking harder. He tasted salty and masculine and wrong in the best way. You hated how much you loved it.
He pulled out suddenly, strings of spit connecting your lips to his cock. You gasped for air, glaring up at him even as your thighs rubbed together.
“On the couch,” he ordered. “Ass up.”
You didn’t move fast enough. He flipped you over the armrest like you weighed nothing, your chubby body draped over the back of the couch, fat ass high in the air, tits squished against the cushions. He ripped your robe the rest of the way off and yanked your thong down your thick thighs.
“Look at this pretty black pussy,” he muttered, spreading your ass cheeks wide with both hands. “All puffy and dripping for me. Kirara’s been spoiling you, huh?”
He slapped your ass hard—once, twice, watching the jiggle—then lined up and pushed in.
You screamed.
It burned in the best way. He was so much thicker, stretching you open wider than you’d ever been. Inch after inch sank into your tight, wet heat until his hips were flush against your ass and his heavy balls rested against your clit. You were stuffed full, pussy fluttering wildly around the invasion.
“F-fuck—too big—” you whimpered, bratty tone cracking.
Hakari laughed darkly and pulled back only to slam in again, harder. “You can take it. You’re gonna take every fucking inch until you forget how to talk shit.”
He set a brutal pace, hips snapping, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the apartment. Your ass rippled with every thrust, tits bouncing against the couch. You tried to stay quiet, tried to keep some dignity, but he was hitting spots Kirara never could, grinding against your g-spot on every stroke.
“Say it,” he growled, reaching around to rub your swollen clit. “Say my dick’s better.”
“N-no—”
He pinched your clit and slammed in deep, holding himself there, grinding. You came instantly, pussy gushing around him, a broken sob tearing from your throat.
“Say it,” he repeated, still buried to the hilt.
Your voice was wrecked. “Y-your dick… fuck… it’s so much bigger… feels so good—”
He rewarded you by fucking you even harder, pounding you into the couch until your legs shook. You came again, squirting messily down your thighs, mascara running, lip gloss smeared, braids a mess in his fist.
“Gonna fill this bratty pussy up,” he snarled. “Gonna pump you so full Kirara’s gonna see my cum leaking out the second she walks in.”
You moaned like a whore, pushing back on him now, all pretense gone. He fucked you through another orgasm, then buried himself deep and came with a guttural groan. Thick, hot ropes of cum flooded your pussy, so much it immediately started leaking out around his cock, dripping down your thighs in creamy white streaks.
He stayed inside you for a long minute, catching his breath, then finally pulled out with a wet pop. You collapsed fully onto the couch, ass still up, face buried in the cushions, completely fucked out. Cum poured from your stretched hole in slow, obscene globs.
Hakari sat back down on the couch like nothing happened, legs spread, cock still half-hard and shiny with your juices. He smirked, satisfied, and picked up his phone again.
The front door opened ten minutes later.
Kirara stepped in, shopping bags in hand, and froze.
There you were—her pretty Black bimbo, face down on the couch, thick ass up in the air, legs trembling, pussy gaping and leaking Hakari’s cum in a steady stream onto the cushions. Your makeup was ruined, body covered in handprints and bite marks.
Hakari looked up from his phone, that same cocky grin on his face.
“Hey, babe,” he said casually. “Told you I’d get her eventually.”
Kirara’s eyes flicked from you to him, then back to the way your pussy still fluttered, pushing out another thick glob of his cum. A slow, dangerous smile spread across her glossed lips.
“Well… looks like my princess finally learned how to share.”
You didn’t even stir. You were already fast asleep, ass still presented, cum dripping, completely wrecked—and for the first time, you didn’t have a single bratty thing to say about it.
Just making this before I post another part for blind date series
Lmk if I made any mistakes I’m lowkey tired and half asleep
Synopsis: Choso the nerdy IT guy that works in your department who has secretly been obsessing over you and his major crush on your cute ass. You're the cutie at the office who is always brightening up his days with your bright smile and bubbly personality. You both find yourself single on Valentine's Day and alone together after hours in the office. How can you make this V-Day worthwhile? And what about the strange V-Day card that Choso finds under his favorite coffee mug? Surely, you couldn't possibly have left it for him...right?
Warnings: 18+ (MDNI); Office Romance Trope; Coworkers to Lovers; Nerdy!Choso x Popular!Reader; Obsessive!Choso; Secret Crush; After Hours Shenanigans; Clueless!Reader lol; Crush Confession; Requited Crush/Romance; Office Sex; Almost Caught; Mutual Oral; Reader Has Nipple Piercings; Big Dick!Choso lol; Switchy!Choso x Switchy!Reader; Deepthroating; Tongue Piercing; Doggy; Daddy Kink; Creampie; Mutual O; Aftercare; BF!Choso x GF!Reader
Word Count: 8.4k
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!
Writer's Note: Y'all know I love writing me some Bimbo!Reader shit lol and I had to write more about my baby Choso. I've got WAY more coming later in the week <3 enjoy!! -Jazz
Credits: Choso fanart in collage done by k4enyu on IG! (Link HERE!) All photos found on Pinterest!
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When Choso first walked into the office and saw the little heart-shaped card sitting underneath his favorite coffee mug in the employee lounge, the one he ALWAYS uses, he thought he was hallucinating.
It was an adorable, pink, heart-shaped card decorated with a sparkly, ruffled bow on the front of it. When he lowered his takeout coffee on the counter, he tentatively slipped the card out from under his mug and opened it to reveal a message written in sparkly pink pen on the white insides of the card:
Will U Be Mine?
Choso immediately felt his body grow warm from the message, his eyes drinking in each detail of the beautifully, neat print and the adorable drawn parts over each lowercased I. He was confused as to why he specifically got this card, but even more confused as to why he got it on a random work day…until his younger brother and the office intern walked in behind him.
“Hey, what'd ya get?" Yuji asked, clapping a hand over Choso’s shoulder. "Oooh, is that a Valentine's Day card?! You got a Valentine, bro?!" He said it so loud that the people chilling in the lounge stared at him curiously.
Choso blinked at his younger brother for a short second, realizing that it was, in fact, Valentine’s Day. A day of romance, romcom marathons on TV, and companies marketing romance to couples and horrible partners who didn’t show their significant others affection through sweet gestures throughout the year so they made up for it through chocolates and last-minute flowers.
He had forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day, figuring that it was just a normal, cold winter workday in the office. He paid no attention to the red and pink hearts decorating his favorite cafe or the flower shop at the end of the corner being 50% off today only. He called himself dumb for it, but he was just oblivious. He paid no mind to holidays except for Christmas and Halloween (since that was his favorite one). Any other day was just a normal day for him.
So the fact that he was receiving a V-Day card despite having NEVER gotten one before, even in high school, was more than strange to him. It felt odd, like something was askew in his life and he couldn’t figure out what. "Fuck, Yuji, shut up!" Choso hissed, smacking Yuji hard in the side. "I don't know what this is. It's probably not even for me."
Choso wasn't a bad-looking guy. Quite the contrary. He thought he was pretty average with his black, mullet-like hair, pale skin, lean yet muscular build, and the dark circles surrounding his brown eyes that was hereditary and not because he was the IT guy at a busy business center. He also had tattoos that he hid behind his baggy sweaters and piercings—one embedded in his brow, a couple in his ears, and snakebites that he took out for work.
But he was never as lucky in the dating department as his twin brothers were. Yuji, a tall high school student with a bright smile, soft pink hair, and skills for all sports, was quite popular among the girls. Sukuna, who was the total opposite of their golden boy brother Yuji, always had a different girl under his arm every week, his tattoos, piercings, and jagged personality making him a heartthrob (Choso never understood it).
But Choso? He was lucky to have a girl even smile at him. He didn’t have a big, boisterous personality like Yuji and he wasn’t a “bad boy” like Sukuna. He was a tech nerd; always had been, always would be. You’d often find him in the IT department sitting at his work desk, peering through his glasses at a laptop screen, muttering swears to himself when he ran into a complicated issue or rolling his eyes over the phone with a client who just didn’t understand technology.
He didn’t go on dates. He didn’t participate in workplace dating or hookups because of the messiness that came from them. He was never asked out or given phone numbers. And thought sometimes it got him down in the dumps, he also knew that if any other girl ever showed interest, he wouldn’t be as excited about it. Because his feelings were reserved for someone else.
Yuji curiously peered down at the heart-shaped card, sipping his takeout cold brew. "But it's under your mug though.” Choso shrugged, trying to seem passive but his heart was thumping wildly. “Yeah, but someone probably left it here by accident."
Yuji hummed indifferently, smirking at his older brother. “Mmmm, I dunno, Cho. It's pretty strategic that your secret admirer left it right here." He gave Choso a wink to which the black-haired tech nerd shoved him again, pushing him away from the door to the hallway. "I don't have a secret admirer."
But even he started wondering if that was even true. It didn’t make sense that someone would “accidentally" leave a V-Day card under his favorite mug; the only mug he used at work. It was a Pokémon mug shaped like Gengar, his red eyes and creepy yet adorable smile posted on the front. Nobody used it but Choso, and someone knew that he did.
When and Yuji walked back out into the office hallway, Choso stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the sweetest thing he has heard all morning: your voice. You were giggling as you came skipping out of the elevator with another work friend of yours, a bright smile on your pretty face, dressed in your pink puffer coat and matching hat, gloves, and scarf.
You looked so fucking cute, Choso couldn’t help but realize. He stared at you like a longing idiot as you obliviously skipped down the hallway between cubicles, telling people “Happy Valentine’s Day” and reaching into your bag to hand out V-Day cards. Choso watched as employees’ faces broke into expressions of surprise, happiness, and affection, touched by your sweetness and infectious generosity. Choso was more than attracted to it.
And to you, the cute little office assistant that had been bugging him for over a year since you arrived.
He watched as you skipped over to your cubicle, pink and decorated adorably, which was right beside Yuki’s, situated outside of your boss’ door that sat adjacent to you as his assistant. You smiled as came into Yuki’s little office who turned toward you in her chair, her blonde hair in a ponytail. She gasped when you presented her with a red card decorated in tiny hearts, your glossy, juicy-looking, pink lips stretching into a grin. "Happy Valentine's Day!" you chirped. "This is for you, Yuki!"
Yuki covered her mouth with her glossy acrylics, touched by such a gift. “Awww, honey!" she cooed. "This is so sweet! You're such a doll, thank you!" She stood and hugged you tight, never mind the snow dusting your coat. Choso’s body ached to feel you against him like that, holding you tight.
“Maybe she gave it to ya," Yuji whispered, earning an elbow in the gut. He laughed and rubbed his stomach as Choso shoved the card away into his coat to hide. ”Shut up. Don't even mention that shit."
The truth was Choso had a sick obsession with you. Like beyond unhinged and borderline mental. He wasn't thinking about kidnapping you and stealing you away to keep as his own…at least not ALL the time, but only if you happened to be chatting with the losers and fuckboys crawling around the office that seemed to always be sniffing at you like horn dogs.
He couldn’t exactly blame them. You radiated a sweetness and an adorableness that was attractive as it was sexy. You always wore pink every season, with some additional colors tossed into the mix, but pink was your obsession. Choso thought it was so cute how you decorated your cubicle with the color, pumping hot coffee out of your pink coffee machine into your pink mugs, typing away on your laptop with your fresh, pink acrylics and scribbling notes with your sparkly, pink pens.
You were a walking, talking sun drop, but he has overheard some regard you as a bimbo. It had everything to do with your personality, so bubbly and oblivious, and the clothes you wore. You often came in wearing hip-hugging skirts and dresses that hugged your curvy form and accentuated the curve of your ass, thighs, and tits. You never dressed inappropriately, but your banging body made it so any type of clothing looked obscene on you.
Anytime Choso saw you, you always gave him a polite wave and a smile, telling him “Hi, Choso!” and “Good morning!” in your sweet voice. Whenever you walked by to deliver papers to someone or to chat with IT about your laptop crashing again (to which Choso always made himself available to help you), he could smell your sweet perfume and body mists. Sometimes, you smelled like vanilla and gourmet goods, other times you smelled like spring flowers.
God, he wanted you. He ached to push your conversations to somewhere other than the weather and usual pleasantries at work. He yearned to get the balls to finally ask you out. But every time he tried, he either always chickened out, his anxiety getting the best of him, or someone beat him to the punch.
“Besides, she probably has a date already,” he whispered to Yuji. Just as he said it, he overheard Yuki chatting with you as she brewed you some coffee. “So you ready for your date tonight?” she giggled to you with a wink. “It’s with that security guard Nao, right?”
Instantly, Choso felt his stomach drop. Not just because you had a Valentine already, but because it was with one of the worst fuckboys in the building. He couldn’t stand Nao or any of the security guards that swore they were hot shit just because they were big, buff, and intimidated visitors. Not to mention they went through girls like Choso went through black nail polish.
But why the hell would someone as pretty as you go out with someone like him? He was just the tech nerd. He wasn’t anything special. So he always watched from afar, keeping his feelings to himself. But as watched as you went around handing out other V-Day cards to those in your department, he started thinking that maybe it would be possible to change this situation and finally have you for himself.
‘Nah,’ he thought and went to the IT department located at the far end of the office near the control rooms. He wasn't even in your department, so why the hell would you randomly give him a V-Day card?
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That night, Choso stayed after hours as he usually did to get some work done early, but it was also because he didn’t want to face the depressing fact that he was single on Valentine’s Day. Again.
It wasn’t anything new. He had been single for a long time, so he grew comfortable with the idea of being by himself, especially on Valentine’s Day. Besides, it wasn’t a real holiday anyway; just something to force people to buy into the idea of romance and what it was supposed to be.
Yet even when he thought this, he still felt a pang of envy when Yuji bid him farewell for his own date with his boyfriend Megumi tonight and Sukuna told him that he’d be home late tonight after yet another date with a girl he met during classes. Both of his brothers were comfortable in their dating lives, always experiencing the new, exciting things that come with romance and attraction. But Choso wasn’t. He didn’t even know the first thing about dating the way he knew laptops, viruses, and coding.
Which is how he found himself at his work desk, getting the assignments meant for next week done early with a steaming mug of coffee and his extra cartridge of cherry-flavored vape beside him. He was a weed-smoker, but sometimes he chose his vapes to take the edge off when he was alone. He preferred working alone in the dimly-lit room with just the glow of his laptop and his Spotify playlist playing softly on his phone.
It was something that took his mind off of the strange V-Day card and the stupid idea that he had a “secret admirer”. His brother as stupid. There was no way any girl, especially you, left that for him without it being some misunderstanding or an accident.
But just as he glanced at the clock to see that it was 7PM and saved the Excel chart that he was working on, he heard something. A little rattle that didn’t sound normal like the sounds of the janitor working on cleaning the office. Alarmed, Choso stood up and grabbed his ring of keys before locking up the IT room with his stuff inside and venturing out in the empty office. Everyone has long since gone home…except for one, apparently.
As he turned the corner to see all of the cubicles lining the small office space, he saw you standing at yours, struggling with your short self with moving your desk. You grunted and whimpered, your knees buckling and arms straining in your bubblegum pink work dress. Choso tried not to check you out too much, but it was hard since the dress stopped right at your creamy thighs since it was riding up so much and showed off the slender curve of your breasts.
Were you wearing a push-up bra? He had to wonder since your tits looked a lot perkier than usual, bouncing enticingly as you struggled to move your work desk.
You pulled your hair up as you worked and adorably enough, still wore your ballet flats even though this was some heavy lifting you were trying to do. Cleaning products littered your little space and everything looked a lot more organized than this morning: papers neatly stacked, folders filed away, desk wiped down, etc. How long had you been in here without Choso realizing it?
When you finally gave up and released the desk with a cute huff of frustration, you turned, realizing that you were being watched. “Oh!” you exclaimed, planting a hand on your heart. “Choso, hi! You scared me.” Choso felt instant guilt and regret for staring at you from your cubicle doorway, feeling like a creep. “Sorry. I just…I’m usually the only one here besides the janitors.”
You instantly looked like you had gotten caught with your hand in the cookie jar, standing there among your pink fortress. “U-Uh…I’m just organizing! My area was sooo dirty! Lotta cobwebs and all.” You motioned behind your desk, but Choso didn’t see anything. No dirt, no trash, and definitely no cobwebs. But he didn’t mention it. Okay. You need any help?”
He watched in amusement as you went back to trying to move your desk, squatting in your dress much to his enjoyment. “No, no, I’ve got it! It’s MY desk, s-so…” You cutely grunted, damn near popping a blood vessel. Finally, you gave up and gave him a sheepish look. “Yeah,” you sighed. “Thanks, Choso.”
Choso was already stripping off his sweater, revealing the black V-neck and his tattoos underneath, unaware that you were staring hard. “Sure thing.” He tossed his sweater on your Hello Kitty wheeled chair as he came into your little office space, smirking humorously at the overabundance of pink items: pink coffee mugs, a pink coffee machine, pink posters, pink pens, a pink file holder.
“So you like pink?” he asked, smirking. You gave him a sheepish, shy smile. “Is it that obvious?” you giggled. “I just love the color. I think it makes me look cuter.” He didn’t tell you that he agreed, holding his breath as he walked by you to avoid popping a boner at the scent of your sugary body mist.
He walked right up to your desk and pulled on it, keeping a firm grip on it. You told him where to move it and he pushed it up against the wall of your cubicle so instead of you facing away from the doorway, you could see it from the side. Is here good?” he asked, barely panting from the movement. You happily nodded, jumping up and down, making him fall deeper for you. “It’s PERFECT! Wow, there’s so much room now!”
Quickly, you cleaned up everything from behind your desk—only a fallen pen and a wrapper of strawberry gum—before you turned to Choso with glittering eyes filled with gratitude. Thank you so much, Choso! Can I buy you dinner? Oh, wait, you might have a date tonight, right? Not that I heard or anything, but it’s Valentine’s Day, so I figured that…” You abruptly stopped, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I’m babbling again. I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”
Choso raised a curious eyebrow at you. Nervous? Why were you nervous? Was it him doing that to you? “O-Oh, no, it’s fine,” he awkwardly replied. "I’m gonna be here for awhile. And no…no date. Just me.” He knew it sounded as pathetic as he felt saying it, but you seemed to hide your pity for him rather well.
“Oh! Well, that’s cool…I-I mean, not cool that you don’t have a date, b-but cool that you’re cool about it!” Externally, he saw you cringe to yourself at your babbling and he quirked a little smile, finding you oh-so adorable that it was hard to resist not falling more for you with every passing second.
God, how much cuter could you fucking get? Were you trying to get snatched up by him? All he wanted to do is scoop you up and put you in his pocket!
An awkward silence descended upon you as he watched you work away with organizing your desk space again, your pink nails gleaming in the dimly-lit office. “So what are you up to tonight?” he finally asked. “Don’t you have a date or somethin’?”
As if realizing that, you blinked at him and popped up straight like a Jack In The Box Box holding a spray bottle. “O-Oh, yeah!” you squeaked. “I mean, I did, but…b-but…” And immediately, you dropped the bottle and burst into tears.
A sob-like exhale broke through that chest and sobs began to escape those pretty lips as you weeped into your hands. Like full on bawling, ruining-your-makeup type crying. Choso stared, taken aback, not sure what to do. “I-I’m sorry,” he awkwardly said. “I didn’t mean to…” Quickly, he reached for the box of tissues sitting next to you and handed them to you. “Here. Sorry.”
You paused enough to grab a tissue and blew into it, luckily not fucking up your pretty makeup too much. Your lashes were still long and thick with mascara and your lips were still juicy and pink. “Thanks,” you hiccuped before using the tissue to dab at your eyes. “It’s not your fault, Choso. I’m so sorry to freak you out like this.”
“It’s cool,” Choso said, still worried, but glad that he wasn’t the one to make you cry with his presence. “You okay? Did I say somethin’ wrong?”
“N-No,” you sniffled, vigorously shaking your head. “It’s just that…I had to cancel my date tonight. You know Nao, right?” Choso nodded. Everyone did. Again, the guy was a total player.
“Well, he had asked me to dinner tonight after work. He told me he always had a thing for me, but I never knew!”
Choso resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Nao probably only told you that to butter you up and a girl as cute, oblivious, and slightly naive as you, you probably took his word for it, thinking he was genuine. “S-So, I…” You paused, covering your face as you muttered, “This is sooo embarrassing.”
But Choso crossed his arms over his chest, surprising both himself and you by uttering, “Try me.” He couldn’t help! He hated to see you so upset, especially over some stupid guy like Nao who only thought with the head in his pants and not the one attached to his skull.
You still looked apprehensive saying anything, but you continued nonetheless. “Well, people were telling me to be careful because he always has lots of girlfriends. I ignored them, but earlier, I overheard him and his friend talking about me.” Just like that, your lush bottom lip wobbled and your eyes welled with tears again. “He just wanted to take me home for sex and then leave me alone! Yuki told me that would happen, but she still was excited for me to go and…”
You stopped, your shoulders slumping. You looked oh-so down. “I feel so stupid,” you sighed. “But what else is new? That’s all anyone ever calls me.”
Now Choso was mad. Really, really mad. “What?” he demanded. “Who? Did Nao call you that?” He wanted to find the douche himself and make him regret ever making you cry. Not many knew this, but in addition to being a tech nerd and a video game buff, Choso was also a gym guy, using free time to pump iron and work on his cardio.
When you looked away, your silence a deafening answer, his urge to find Nao and strangle him grew. “I really thought he was different,” you sniffled. “But why would he wanna date me? All he sees me as is an airhead. A dumb fucking bimbo.”
With every horrible word you uttered, Choso felt his gut twist. He wanted to tell you that you were none of those things. But he didn’t, watching you hug yourself tight, consequently smushing your tits together. “It wouldn’t have been a fun date anyway. I would’ve been thinking about someone else the whole time.”
Suddenly, as if realizing what you said, you gave him an uneasy look, your eyes big and wide as saucers. Choso felt his throat tighten and his heart furiously pound, but he did his best to keep as easy as possible. Chill. Not at all interested in knowing who already had your heart. “Oh…well, who then?” he asked. “S-Sorry, I…you don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my business.”
He blushed furiously, turning away to hide his red cheeks. He felt as desperate as he was sure he looked. To give himself something to do, he bent down under your desk and began to busy himself untangling wires, not wanting you to trip over them.
“No, no, it’s fine,” you replied. “Um…a-actually, it’s someone I gave a V-Day card to today, but I doubt they even got it.” Abruptly, Choso stopped detangling as the room began to squeeze around him.
“I’ve always been too scared to tell them how I feel,” you continued. “I didn’t think they’d care or even go for someone like me. We’re total opposites, but still, I…I really like him.”
SMACK!
“Ow, fuck!” Choso grunted as he slammed his head against the top of your desk. He forgot in a split second that he was underneath it and like an idiot, hurt himself trying to stand. “Choso!” you worriedly asked. You kneeled down beside him and helped him out from under your desk. You looked so afraid for him, your hands carding through his black locks. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I…” He paused, licking his lips. “No, I’m not,” he answered. But it wasn’t because of the injury and possible bruise he just gave himself. It was because of you, the adorable, pretty little thing kneeling in front of him with your tits in his face and your whipped cream-sweet scent tantalizing him, could possibly like him. Want him.
“Did you hurt yourself? Here, let me get the first aid kit!” You raced to get up, but he stopped you, placing a hand on yours. An electric shock ran through him at your soft touch and you seemed to feel it too when you looked down at his veiny hand covering yours. “No, m’fine,” he replied. “I just feel like a fuckin’ idiot.”
“What?!” you exclaimed, your eyes comically widening. “You’re, like, the smartest person in here! You’re like a tech wizard or something! How can you—“
There you went babbling again, but Choso found a way to shut you up. Gently, he cupped your jaw and placed a soft kiss on your lips, silencing you. A soft moan of surprise left your lips before you fell into the kiss, your lips melding with his. He swallowed your mewls and soft moans as he kissed your lips, making his sticky with your gloss. He gave you those moans right back, desperate and yearning, as you gripped his shoulders and biceps, feeling him up.
He could feel how warm and soft you were as his hands tentatively dragged down your back, feeling you up. They ended up falling to your ass and quickly he tried to retract them, but you surprised him by placing them back on the curve of your irresistible behind.
You ended up into his lap suddenly, forcing him to feel the rest of your body heat, especially between your thighs. You grinded against his crotch as your hands stroked up his chest and his squeezed and molded the thick, soft globes of your ass under your dress. Fucking finally. “So the tech nerd is what you want?” he panted. You pulled away, staring at him dazed, kissed dumb.
“I got your card,” he explained. “You left it under my mug.” Instantly, realization flooded into your eyes and your lips parted, a silent explanation on them. “I thought it was an accident or a joke, but now that I know you wrote it for me…” He gripped you to him, needing to understand.
“So it wasn’t a joke or a prank? You actually left it for me?”
Your eyes were soft as you gazed at him, peering up at him through your thick lashes. “Yes,” you softly replied. “I really like you, Choso. I’ve always been too shy to tell you.” Choso felt his entire body go flush like he just finished running a marathon and he could hardly breathe.
“I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammered.
Your lush, glossy lips pouted seductively at him, in need of more kissing. “Don’t say anything. Just kiss me again.” You placed your hands on his chest, groping and feeling him up through his shirt. “Please?” you whispered with those big, brown eyes. And how could he ever say no to that? Or to pretty little you?
Quickly, he kissed you again, pushing you back against your desk. Instinctively, you hopped onto the edge of it, causing Choso to slip between your thighs as he continued to kiss you. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to you, giving him the initiative to touch you more.
“Finally,” he murmured through your kiss. “I’ve been wanting you…wanting you for so fuckin’ long.” One hand trailed up your back to caress your spine while the other rested on your ass, coaxing you to continue to grind your hips into him. “Me too,” you whimpered as he nibbled gently on your plump, pillowy-soft bottom lip.
“Yeah?” he murmured. He stared into your dazed, hooded eyes, his cock embarrassingly brushing against you. “Y-Yeah,” you panted. “Fuck, Choso, I need you closer!” You practically tossed yourself at him, cupping his face in your hands as your sticky, glossed lips slid against his.
He smiled through the kiss, happy to know that you had been aching for him in secrecy too. This was insane! He was so sure he would go home tonight, play some video games, and smoke a blunt to end his night. He didn’t expect anything like this to happen to someone like him. And he certainly didn't expect to find his mouth latched onto your neck, giving you hickeys, while your hands boldly slid down to his ass.
“Fuck,” you whimpered, your sweet voice making him hard as a rock. “Cho, I-I need—“
CLANK, CLANK!
Abruptly, you both jumped away at the sound of metal against metal, finding the janitor right outside with his cart of cleaning supplies and his headphones on. “Whoops!” the old man exclaimed, holding his gloved hands up in defense. “Sorry to interrupt! You kids don’t mind none!”
He didn’t seem at all alarmed that he caught two coworkers dry humping after hours, but then again, he probably saw worse working here. As he rolled away humming, you and Choso looked at each other, panting, and then began to giggle. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Do you wanna stop or—?”
“No,” you whimpered, gripping his body to yours like you were afraid he’d vanish. You locked your legs around his waist, keeping him there. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” you said, your tone sultry and sweet. “I’m not doing this ‘cause my date fell through. I’ve always liked you, Cho, and there’s a reason why I gave you that card.”
You gave him a shy smile that nearly makes him bust right there in his pants. “If you’re down for it,” you added, batting those pretty lashes at him. “I’d really like for you to be my Valentine…will you?”
Choso had to hold his breath to keep from nutting. This was a dream come true! “Fuck yes,” he grunted. “Come with me. My office has a door that locks.” You broke out into the prettiest smile, making Choso smile too. He loved making you happy. “Okay,” you giggled. “Let me just gather my stuff.”
Choso helped you gather your pink Coach tote bag along with your recyclable Starbucks cup studded in rhinestones, thinking of you as some pretty princess from a distant land who only indulged in cute shit. He then took your hand and led you to the IT department right to his office. As soon as he was inside, the door was locked behind him and you placed your items aside, forgotten.
The only thing that mattered was you now as you reached behind you and confidently unzipped your dress for him. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, shuddering at the sight of you. Each curve was sculpted to perfection, your skin illuminated by the glow of laptop screens, your tits jiggling and bouncing as you yanked the dress down your body.
He helped you bring your dress down your ankles while you slid off your shoes, leaving you in just your pink lace bra and Strawberry Shortcake panties. He laughed at your undies, making you smack his arm. “I think they’re cute,” he cooed, bending down to press a kiss to your ass.
"Cho,” you giggled, reaching a hand back to caress his hair. “You’re making me blush.” That was music to his ears. He wanted nothing more than to make you blush and giggle and smile and cum for as long as you wanted him around. “Baby, he groaned. “You’re perfect.” Realizing his slip-up when you turned around with a shocked expression, he blushed with regret and stood. “S-Sorry, is it okay if I call you that?”
Luckily for him, you were still giving him that pretty, giddy smile. “Yeah,” you giggled. “You’re not too bad yourself.” You began to strip off his clothes as he toed off his shoes, laughing as you helped him tug his sleeves down his too-big biceps and stole hot, breathless kisses in between.
Off came his shirt, revealing his toned body and tatted arms to you. He never liked to brag about himself, but the way you were looking at him made him want to. You stared at him like he was a Ken Doll you just unwrapped. “Oh, wow,” you shuddered, gazing upon him. "I’ve always wanted to see you like this.” You placed your hands on him, hot and soft, making him shiver.
“Yeah?” he gulped. You nodded, sexily biting your lip. “Me too, baby. You have no fuckin’ idea.” His eyes drank in your cleavage, wanting to stuff his face in it, as you felt him up.
“You’re so, so pretty, Chosi,” you mewl, dragging your long, pink, pretty nails across his skin. You ran your hands over every part of him: his arms; his hips; his chest and pecs; his toned stomach that led down to his V-line pebbled in a happy trail. “I-I didn’t shave,” he stammered. “Is that okay?” But you were more than okay with it, kneeling down in front of his bulge pressing beneath his slacks.
“That’s so sexy,” you whimpered. You then unbuckled his slacks for him and yanked them down alongside his briefs, revealing his curved, girthy cock to you, harder than steel and veiny from the shaft to his balls. The way you stared made him dizzy with arousal. “I wanna make my Valentine feel extra good~”, you purred before bending down to press your lips to his cock head, leaving a stain of your gloss there. “Can I, Papa?” you whispered.
Can you?! Choso swore he almost busted the fattest load on your face from the pet name and that sultry look alone. “Yes,” he choked out. “Fuck yes, baby, please.”
You giggled and suddenly, his thick, fat cock was wrapped in your soft lips, your tongue lapping at the pre-cum bubbling from the head. You settled on your knees and began to suck without hands for a moment as you unclipped your bra, revealing your soft, juicy tits and glittering nipple piercings to him.
Choso moaned quietly at the sight of your pretty, swollen nipples so flushed and pinched between the studs of your piercings, making him want to lap and nip at the hard peaks himself. Your pretty eyes and doll-like lashes stared up at him while you stroked and gagged on his cock like it was your profession. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back at the sensations. He wanted so desperately to keep looking at you, but the sight and the feeling was almost too much.
Your mouth was just so wet and your throat was so tight! When you released him, your mouth and lips were coated in spit and pre-cum, your lash line slightly glittering in tears. “You taste so good, Chosi,” you moaned, biting your lower lip as you watched your hand stroke his wet cock up and down as fast as a blur. He was just as hypnotized, loving how your pretty, vibrant nails look wrapped around his thick, veiny dick.
You pressed his hard dick against your soft cheek, nuzzling it. “Am I doin’ a good job?” you teasingly asked. “Am I makin’ you feel good?” You dipped back down to take him deeper down your throat, gagging and choking along his length. He grunted, one hand gripping your hair while the other grabbed the edge of his desk. “God, yes!” he moaned. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good f’me, baby. Such a good girl.
You giggled, drunk off of him, and continued to eagerly take him, your soft lips sliding along his shaft as your mouth slid up and down, up and down, giving him throat like he had never experienced in his life…and in his office, no less! “Oh, my God,” he groaned, his brown eyes rolling back behind his skull. “Shit, baby.”
You watched him intently, loving how the whites of his eyes looked. “You taste so good, Cho,” you purred through lips wet with his pre and your spit. “I need more. Gimme more.” Choso paused, staring down at you in awe. “You sure?” he whispered, but when your mouth locked on him again, it was too much to handle.
“H-Ha, shit! Oh, fuck, hgn, baby, hold on!” he groaned. “M’gonna cum!” You eagerly sucked him more, swallowing him down. “No, no, wait!” he gasped.“I-I—oh, fuck, I wanna make you feel good too!”
Immediately, you stopped, confused, drool dripping form your bottom lip, and your eyes shone with lust. “How do you want me, Papa?” you slurred. Choso felt a feral fire ignite inside of him as you stood on wobbly legs, prompting him to grab you to stead you (and to just fucking touch you). “I don’t care,” he hissed. “I just wanna taste you.”
He didn’t expect for you to bend over his desk for him when he demanded it. “Bend over for me,” he said in his deep, smooth voice that made you whimper. Gone was the nerdy, shy Choso, his new identity created by you and your adorable sexiness.
You looked back at him, presenting your ass to him to take for himself, the cheeky pink panties wedged between your full asscheeks the way he wanted to me. He felt like a wild animal the way he moved your panties down to your knees, leading you to reach back and pry your ass cheeks apart. He couldn’t believe it! He was staring dead at your puckered asshole and your pussy, glistening and wet for him.
“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. Such pretty holes you had. His hands molded and smacked your ass, loving the way it jiggled and how you gasped every single time his hand came down to hit one of your jiggly, soft asscheeks. Then he shoved his face into your pussy, starved for you.
“Oh, my God!” you gasped in delight as his tongue hit your pussy lips. “Is that a tongue piercing?!” He pulled away to smile, the stud embedded in the muscle already slick with your wetness. “My brother did it for me,” he murmured. “I-I can take it out if you—mmph!” You reached back to shove his face back into your pussy, shutting him up.
His lips and tongue quickly became well acquainted with your hot, wet, pretty little pussy, licking, sucking, and lapping up your juices which you allow by pressing your ass further into him. “Fuck, Choso!” you moaned, moving one arm back to run your fingers through his long, black, mullet. “You’re so, so good at this!” You made sounds and moved your hips in a way that made him feel like every other guy you had been with hadn’t been treating that body right.
He wanted to make up for all of it, so he continued to lap at your sweet, pretty little cunt and moan as he did it, drunk off of the taste of you. He was drunk in love with the way your ass bounced in his face, wanting to see his cum dripping down it; the way your cute sobs and whines of pleasure sounded in his eardrums; the way your nails massaged his scalp as you gripped his hair; the way your ass and hips whined and ground back into his mouth like a little slut in heat.
“You’re so good to me, babe,” he murmurs against your clit. “My girl taste so, so good. “You whimpered at his words, sneaking your hand down to rub your clit while he tongue-fucked you against his desk, your slick dripping down your inner thighs. But when he curled his tongue up and his piercing hit your clit, you damn near hit the ceiling. “O-Oh, fuck!” you loudly gasped. “Shit, Choso, yes!” You immediately paused, listening for any voices.
Though he felt his cock surge, proud that he could make you bring that voice out for him, he gave you his fingers to suck on. “Here,” he slurred. “Open your mouth f’me.” You pried your lips open and sucked on his fingers, using them to pacify you as he began to finger fuck you with those long fingers and painted nails with his other hand. He listened to your body, watching as you fucked that wet, gushing pussy onto his digits in time with him curling them up against that spot.
“I’m gonna cum, Cho,” you whined around his fingers. He blinked at you, a rush of arousal rushing through him like a drug. “Really?” he panted. “O-On my fingers?” You shook your head, looking oh-so needy as you stared back at him. “I wanna cum on your cock,” you boldly whispered. “W-Wanna feel you. Please, Papa?”
Between your hot begging and your dripping pussy gripping his fingers, Choso wanted nothing more than to pound you against his desk. But there was one problem: no protection. “B-But I don’t have a—“
“I’m on the pill,” you interrupted him, beckoning him with your eyes and that clenching, squelching pussy. “It’s okay, Choso. Just fuck me.” He ain’t need anymore persuasion. Quickly, spat on his cock and had you turn around to do the same for extra measure, making it slick in saliva. As he slid in, it took everything in him to not grunt out loud like an animal.
He kept quiet, biting back a loud moan as you squeezed around him, even as you were less discreet. “Oh, fuck!” you gasped, your voice bouncing off of the walls. Your voice caused his cock to throb inside of you, making it harder to give you slow strokes.
“B-Baby, keep quiet,” he stammered. “You’re gonna get us caught.” You bit your lip, trying to silence yourself. “S-Sorry,” you whimpered. “You just feel so good!”
Choso groaned as you clapped a hand over your mouth, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, you too. You’re so fuckin’ tight and wet and…oh, fuck!” The way you squeezed around him tight and your plush ass bounced against him made it hard to see straight. He wanted to fuck the living shit out of you, till you were seeing stars. But he never sped up or pushed it without your permission.
Not until you looked back at him with wobbly lips and a need in your eyes that almost made him blow his load. “Fuck me hard, baby,” you begged. “Please! I-I’ll be quiet, I promise! Just give it to m—“
Choso didn’t give you time to finish your sentence because he was already pounding into your tight, wet heat without abandon as you held onto his desk for dear life. “Like this?” he grunted. “My baby needs it like this?” Because that was what you were to him now: his baby. His girl. His His pretty girlfriend to please and squeeze and fuck and love on as long as you wanted him to.
“Uh-huh!” you lewdly hummed behind your hand, covering your mouth to muffle your moans, even as the janitor continued to clean outside the door, unaware that two people were fucking like horny rabbits in the locked office.
And when you tossed that ass back into him, he just about lost it. He gripped your hips and began to snap his hips into your wet heat, paying close attention to your sounds and the way your body moved, your knees wobbly and body shaking. He wrapped one arm around you, gripping you tight to his front, pressing himself fully against your ass so he sunk in more.
“You’re so tight for me, cutie pie,” he moaned, continuing to give you that cock deep and fast. “So wet too. You needed this too, didn’t you?” He took you by the back of the neck and angled himself in a way that made your moans grow louder when he pounded your pussy, making the desk squeak.
“Yes!”you moaned behind your hand, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “I needed you, Cho! Only you!” Choso didn’t tell you how happy that made him, smiling like an idiot. It gave him the chance to really fuck you like you’d never been fucked before. To make you both feel sorry that neither of you confessed a lot earlier.
“Faster, Choso!” you begged. “Please fuck this pussy faster! Harder!” He couldn’t deny the way his cock swelled and twitched inside you at the sound of your pleas.
He locked his bicep around your midsection as he gripped your hip with the other, fucking you so roughly that your knees began to buckle and your moans mingled with the lewd, squelching sounds of his fat cock plunging in and out of your pussy. His own hushed sounds of pleasure mingled with yours, mixing with the sound of his cock lewdly swirling in your squelching, wet pussy that grips him tighter than a vice.
“This isn’t the last time,” he growled in your ear. “After this, I’m takin’ you on a proper date, okay? Would you like that, baby?” You vigorously nodded as your ass bounced furiously against him, your hole sucking him in deep. As if your pussy was agreeing to this too.
He smacked your ass in time with his thrusts, causing sharp sounds of his hand connecting with your cheeks to fly off of the office walls. Your ass was just too perfect! He couldn’t get enough of the way it bounced and jiggled so enticingly against his stomach as he drilled you.
He wouldn’t mind seeing his cum dripping off of it or down your pussy to your thighs, marking you as his. He wanted to walking funny into the office tomorrow morning, knowing that it was HIM that gave you good dick. That no other man can have you now because HE has you.
“That feel good, hm?” he teasingly asked, continue to hold your neck as he pistons into you. “You like that, baby?” You moaned in response, absolutely gone from the pleasure. He paused and slowly held your leg up, waiting for your consent to continue. You nodded, pushing back into him as if you couldn’t get enough of his cock.
For a while, he fucked you just like that with one hand holding your leg up and the other gripping you back by your waist, holding you steady as he stroked your insides, his heavy balls hitting that clit and making you tingle all over. “F-Fuck, Choso!” you babbled. “Oh, my God, you’re so fuckin’ good!”
You turned your face to the side, your mouth beckoning him forward. Quickly, he kissed you, moaning hotly into your mouth. It only made him fuck you harder, making you bounce against his cock. “M’gonna cum!” you whined against his lips, your tongue slipping and sliding with his. “Make me cum, Papa, please!” Choso felt the same pressure building, causing him to fuck you a little faster, all self control and shyness flying out the window.
He could feel his balls tightening and that knot in his stomach threatening to snap the more your pussy slammed onto him and the more those precious titties jiggled and bounced for him. “Cum with me, Chosi!” you begged in that sweet voice, your nails digging into his biceps. “Give it to me please! I’m so close!”
Ever the vixen, you began to slowly grind your ass back into him and giggled like a damn villain when Choso groaned, his cock edged and your wet walls just too much to not fuck deep into.
Finally, as gripped you to him, slamming himself into you again and again, his moans and grunts of pleasure mixing with yours, he felt himself tripping down the edge, your mixed juices dripping down his balls, making your pussy wet enough to fuck with vigor. “Cum with me,” he demanded as you whined into his ear. “Cum on this dick, baby. C’mon now, cutie, give it to me!”
It didn’t take long for you to cum all over his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight enough where he could hardly move. When you did, it triggered his own nut and he quickly pulled out of you to fuck his fist until his cum spurted all over your ass and pussy, drenching you in it. His lips found yours again, his moans and heavy pants mixing with yours as your tongues swirled with one another.
The orgasm seemed to last for hours, leaving Choso feeling weak and dizzy. Your pussy gushed with your cum and dripped with his, trailing down your thighs, soaking them. You giggled into the kiss, causing him to laugh too. “Fuck,” you sighed against his mouth. “That was so good.” You pressed yourself back into him, intertwining his arms with yours.
“Mm,” he hums in agreement. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.” And he meant it. You were the most perfect little thing in the world. You turned around to face him, your eyes glistening with happiness, and properly kissed him, standing up on your tip toes to reach him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, practically lifting you up off of the floor.
You cutely giggled, nuzzling your nose with his, and then looked terrified within that split second. “Oh, shoot! I didn’t ask you to be my Valentine!” you gasped. Choso laughed, unable to stop himself. You were just too damn adorable!
“Baby, baby,” he chuckled, stroking your shoulders to calm you. “You already did. In your card, remember?” You pouted at him, looking unswayed. “Well, yeah, but not verbally. It doesn’t count.”
Choso just snorted, squeezing you close to him. “Yes, it does. I would think that load I just gave you was answer enough.” You playfully smacked his chest only to lay it across his heart, feeling it pound against your fingertips.
“But yes,” he murmured, cupping your soft cheek in his palm. “I’ll be your Valentine…if you’ll be mine too.” You broke out into a bright, blinding smile like the sun and joyfully wrapped your arms around him, pressing kisses all over his face that made him blush. “Yes!” You laughed. “Yes, yes, I’d love to!”
Choso could have lassoed the moon with his happiness as you kissed, standing in the empty IT room. Finally, this Valentine’s Day would mean something. “Now let’s get dressed so I can take YOU to dinner,” he whispered to which you nodded, giggling.
The next work day, when you came in that morning in your pretty pink coat, you were shocked to find your favorite Starbucks drink—a cinnamon iced latte with pink sprinkles—and a beautiful bouquet of flowers waiting for you. Other employees eyed it curiously and enviously as they passed, wondering who could’ve ever left you such sweet gestures.
“You got a secret admirer,” Yuki said with a wink. “These were left at your desk.”
You stripped off your coat and gingerly at your desk, the soreness from yesterday’s “activity” after hours making your stomach flip and your pussy tight with arousal. “Not so secret,” you giggled, reading the message scribbled in sharpie on the Starbucks cup: To the prettiest girl in the office! — C
And as you sipped your drink pumped full of caffeine and sugar, you read the greeting card tied generously to the bouquet and grinned:
Happy belated Valentine’s Day, baby! Enjoy the coffee too! 🩷 -love, your favorite IT guy
simon who fucks his girl toooo good that she ends up biting his hand so nastily and hard that it leaves a deep, bleeding bite mark that he doesnt notice till the morning after
he shrugs it off, a little proud at how strong his lady is. that bite mark that quickly heals, but remains forever scarring his hand. it turns into the only scar he wants to look at. the only scar that makes his chest puff up with confidence when he sees it. a physical reminder of you permanently etched into his skin, that cannot go away even if he prayed it would.
when he's laying in dirt, in some foxhole in the cold and nothing but darkness surrounding him and the twinkling stars above, he'll not be found reading a love letter or gazing at a photograph of you, but instead he will be seen mysteriously concerned with his hand. reminiscing and missing his lovie
Priest Miguel O'Hara x Incubus reader. I had this idea for two years, only now writing it. The reader is ftm! (cunt, pussy, and clit are used in this! Turn away from this!)
Imagine priest Miguel finishing a sermon, preaching the words of God to the attendees as he stood at the altar, closing the Bible with a soft thud. The light shining on him from the morning sun made him look holy and godly. His black vestments covered his muscular body, underneath which would make every woman in the vicinity want him, but he doesn't dwell on or engage in those desires as they are impure and go against God's vision. He watched everyone leaving their pews, some coming up to chat before leaving, then he saw you.
Imagine you are walking up to the altar, making sure everyone is gone. Your boots clicking along the floor, deliberate and sensual. "Is there something you need, child?" (or whatever the priest says.) Miguel says as he sees your body coming into view, his mouth goes dry. You were handsome, almost divine. Miguel then smelled something strange in the air, not the usual incense; it was sweet, richer, and dizzying. Miguel felt something come over him, but he quelled it, for now.
"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned," you said, your voice soft as silk and warm blankets. A smirk planted on your face as you see the effects the aphrodisiacs were having on Miguel. It's been a long time since you last feasted, priests and married men were your main options, so much pent-up desire and needs that they have to bury for the sake of being deemed worthy for the pearly gates, you didn't understand that. You never will, but you didn't care. Sex is amazing.
Imagine priest Miguel listening to your confession, it was the most sinful confession he has ever heard. You confessed to having sex with a variety of married men and indulging in voyeuristic tendencies. Yet, he continued listening. The smell was getting stronger, his mind was becoming cloudy, and his body was boiling hot. Miguel's breathing got heavier as his large cock was aching in his pants, throbbing and leaking. Something primal and darker was clawing at him as the holy facade was cracking from the pressure. When Miguel looked again, the young man had horns, wings, and a tail.
"You're a demon..." Miguel mutters, attempting to hold himself back and not indulge in sin, with an incubus no less. Having sex in God's holy temple was blasphemy. Miguel mutters scriptures and pleas to God, begging for forgiveness. He was unaware of you kneeling before him, tugging at his robe until he felt your warm fingers grabbing his cock.
"My, My... already leaking and all of this is for me?" you purred, grinning from hearing Miguel's strangled groans and moans. This priest's cock was bigger and thicker than any other you've had. Your cunt leaked, drenching your underwear with the sticky, sweet fluid. Miguel snapped out of his babbling when he felt your warm, hungry mouth wrapping around his cock. His groans echoed in the quiet church, he fell back against the altar as you deepthroated him, gripping it for support. Miguel bit down on his hand as you worshipped his cock, like it was God. Your tongue teasing his cockhead, slit, and undersides, one of your hands fondling his balls.
"You taste divine, Father." That was the last straw for Miguel. He gave in to the temptation.
Imagine priest Miguel yanking your head off his cock and perches you against the altar. He ripped your underwear off, slapping his throbbing cock against your soaked pussy, gathering the slick and smearing all over his cock. Your dominant and assertive attitude was replaced with submissiveness as felt Miguel's cock teasing your swollen clit, purposely stimulating it. Your poor little hole fluttered around nothing, trying to capture the cockhead, so much slick was gushing out.
"F-fuck..." The word is foreign to Miguel as he rarely curses. His cock was sheathed in your warm, tight, and wet cunt, every inch of his cock was squeezed and massage by your warm insides, slick coating his cock, his heavy balls resting against your ass. Your cunt was hungry as it clenched around his cock every time he attempts to pull out, it didn't Miguel to pull out. Miguel was in pure heaven or hell. Was this how sex felt? It felt amazing, specifically gay sex! His cock being massaged and drenched in slick.
"This is what you've been missing out on, Father. Feel my cunt? It wants you, wants your sin, seed."
Imagine priest Miguel fucking you against the altar, his large, worn hands gripping your hips as he fucked your demon pussy. Moans and other debaucheries filled the silent church: wet skin slapping, pussy squelching, and strangled moans. You could feel Miguel's cock stretching your entrance as his cock dug you out. Your arms locked around Miguel's shoulder, back arching. Your mind was cloudy, but you could feel the energy flooding your body; you weren't going to completely drain Miguel.
"M-Miguel-- oh God... fuck." you cried, causing Miguel to fuck you harder. How dare you, a slutty demon, use God's name, shouldn't be allow to leave your mouth. Miguel groans, his hips stuttering as his thrusts become slow but harder.
"S-so deep... s-so full! Yes, yes! Fill me, Father~ wanna feel it inside me~ breed your sins into me~" you babbled greedily sucking the priest's cock deeper. You could feel the tip ramming against your second entrance, you rubbed your swollen clit in rhythm with Miguel's thrusts. Your body quivered from the sensation as it came around Miguel's thrusting cock, clamping around the piece of meat, milking it of its thick, virile load.
That didn't happen; instead, Miguel pulled out in tight and came all over your stomach. His eyes fluttered shut as his cock pulses, spurting more cum. You were impressed: no man has managed to do this, it seems like Miguel has regained a semblance of control.
Oh yeah, you were definitely coming back for seconds
Author's note: I haven't proofread this, and hopefully it sounds good! Kinda rushed tbh and was delirious due to lack of sleep.
edit: for those who are curious here is the museum page for this suit of armor with more info and photos sorry it is in german (I cant read it either bc alas I only really speak american)
Imagine a sickly little lordling, cared for by the same doctor since he was young. Isolated and lonely, he becomes desperately dependent on his physician for kindness, for companionship, for touch. The way he leans into the man, so sheltered and naive. The way he gasps and blushes under the professional, exploring hands. So shy. So powerless to this older man with his life in his hands.
And the doctor would never act on it. He's too responsible for that. Dedicated. He took an oath. "No more of that," he says, curtly, when his young patient whimpers beneath his examination. There is no argument. He is not one to be disobeyed.
Until, one day, the little lord, frustrated and desperate, finally remembers who he is. The power he wields.
All it takes is one reminder. One well placed threat. One little hint about the things he could do. Have done.
And suddenly, his doctor, always so stern and commanding... is obedient as a puppy. "Yes, my lord," and "as you wish, my lord," as he falls to his knees.
Imagine being irornwood's controversially younger partner .
Oh lord ya’ll, how did we even get here. You're one of two things. Either you have come out of the atlas academy or one of the elite of Atlas’s population.
Cute little thing you are, you and your fine self is strutting in and capturing the iron heart of our hardened general. Your the one having to take care of him emotionally. Years of blood and pain, plus the oncoming storm of Salem's forces, make it seem like this man doesn’t have time for a relationship.
Which is mostly true, but you are the exception. This man may not have as much time for you as either of you want but don’t worry, he makes up for it by spoiling the best he can. That general and teachers salary comes abundantly.
You two mostly keep it on the down low for obvious reasons. But these things slip through the cracks. Everyone who knows is surprised. Of all the people, they never knew James would be the type to date someone so much younger.
You both know how ya'll's relationship looks on the outside. He can barely hold up a relationship with the little time he has, and here you come strutting into his office after another cancelled date . He hands you his card as an apology, and well people start getting ideas.
His subordinates are constantly side-eying this man whenever they see you interact together. Qrow is the most teasing of the bunch. Of all the people everyone probably expected him to pull this kind of behavior
the trees you grew up with have not forgotten you. their branches still whisper your name in the breeze and their roots remember the paths your feet once traced through their shade.
ⓘ katsuki bakugo x fem!reader x eijiro kirishima ⸝⸝ fluff, smut, angst, alternative universe (au: fantasy), polyamorous romance, action-adventure, mature themes
what if you were a princess from distant land sent to another nation to marry a barbarian they call a dragon king only to find yourself tangled in a dangerous court filled with brutal traditions, political unrest, betrayal, and two possessive men who slowly begin to claim every part of you for themselves.
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ⓘ one ⸝⸝ your a dutiful princess sent to marry the barbarian dragon king of the scarlet region for the sake of an alliance, only to find yourself caught between your terrifying new husband and the fiercely loyal dragon hybrid who slowly becomes just as possessive of you as the king himself. ﹙18.8k﹚
ⓘ two ⸝⸝ as political tensions rise and opposition against you grows more dangerous, you survive three attempts on your life before disappearing without a trace, forcing katsuki and eijiro to tear through the kingdom in a desperate search while threats from anti- royal extreamist “the unseen” push the realm closer to chaos. ﹙22.9k﹚
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Knight with a house crest carved into their backs. An order where all members have their tongues pierced with a jewel that burns should they lie. Body modifications that are not even possible outside of fantasy.
Princess who was raised in a castle demanding chastity. Taught that her wanting was shameful and dirty and wrong, that the place between her thighs should remain untouched until her wedding night, even by her own hands.
(she follows this rule for a long time. Always a barrier of cloth between herself and deft fingertips).
Princess who is wary and shy, even skittish, around the brave strong knights. Who damns herself with reproach whenever her gaze lingers a little too long on muscular backs, on their hands, on their biceps, on particular helmets when she wonders how they'd feel against--
Princess who is assigned a personal guard. A man who will follow her in shadow. A man who will see her in every form; during soft sleepy mornings, busy afternoons, quiet (often vulnerable) evenings. Princess who does not (can not, will not) meet his gaze, even as he kneels, even as he looks up at her beseechingly.
Princess who is horrified when she catches herself imagining those eyes looking up at her as she slowly touches herself, bolder when she imagines these are someone else's hands. Knowing the man in her mind is right outside the door. Can he hear her stifled sounds? She doesn't know, she doesn't dare risk finding out, stuffing her mouth with clean linens to muffle any gasps that may escape her lips.
Princess who, perhaps someday, is caught. But it is not by the gentleman who greets her with a polite bow, eventually a slight smile in the mornings. It is not the brave fighter who rushes to defend her during an attack, it is not the tender healer who comes to soothe her when fever takes hold, it is not the patient protector who carefully guides her back to bed after too much indulgence. No.
In the man who is watching her now, all and yet none of those men are present. The man staring at her now is a starved animal. His eyes rove over her form writhing on the bed beneath her hands, his ears drink in each muffled whining sound that all but begs to be freed, his hands twitch with the desire to touch, to taste, to take.
Princess who is clueless about her knight's true wishes. Princess who doesn't realize how hungry the devoted servant at her door really is. Princess who is unaware that the man she has let into her chambers is different from the one she has come to know... that he may not be a man at all.
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