★mdni 18+
way too damn needy. ⋆˚꩜｡⋆
idea from @leiceed all creds to her!
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“i’m begging you- fuck—please? cmonnn i need you so bad.”
the crack of your ass was smothered in wetness from weeping precrum seeping out of the throbbing tip that was gliding up and down your crack. the salt of precum and sweat combined into a sloppy, slick cocktail, as choso rutted his curved cock against you. your could feel every ridge, every vein, every single time he shifted his hips.
up and down. up and down.
laying on his side, parallel to you was the pathetic mess of a (your) man, choso. spooning you like his life depended on it.
you never knew how you managed to end up in these situations every damn time. but choso knew his limits.
no penetration without direct, explicit consent.
he was also aware of the punishment he would have to endure if he broke this rule.
so here he was, pathetically thrusting into the crack of your ass where he created an embarrassing desperate mess.
the neediest words escaping his pretty mouth in whined whimpers, only to be straight up denied by you in a stern, humoured tone.
“mph- cmon baby, please??”
“no, cho.” you laugh softly.
“i’m begging you, please can i put it in— i need- shit i’m leaking everywhere.” he painfully whines, his voice broken and strained.
he ever so slightly rocks his hips forward seeking that ever so slight friction he need to soothe that buzzing throb between his legs. he was so fuckimg hard it physically hurt. he had been grinding against your bare, plump ass for the past 43 minutes to be exact, torturously edged by his insanely hot girlfriend who he cherished and loved oh so much.
he holds his heavy manhood at the base, slowly gliding it against your folds, only to his suprise, you’re just as turned on as he is.
you bite your plush lip as you look back at him, ready to sternly tell him off for even going near your dripping pussy.
but fuck, this man was going to be the death of you.
his midnight black hair was an unruly mess on his head, the odd strands clinging to the sweat beads his face was painted with. the feature that caught your attention the quickest were those pleading eyes. dark orbs staring back at you, lashes already wet, waterline pricked with fresh tears threatening to fall, begging for some sort of release. mouth slightly parted, brows furrowed, and the prettiest embarrassed blush dusted across his pale cheeks.
all you wanted to do was grab his stupid cheeks (which ones) and kiss them silly.
but we must stay strong sisters.
“just the tip. please my love? fuck-you’re wet too so—“
“choso baby i said no”.
as stern as you tried to be, your voice lacked authority. you couldn’t deny the fact that you were practically dripping. choso knew dry humping was your weak point the second you started dating, so here he was, sliding his pretty cock up and down your wet slit, with the slither of hope you would cave.
his moans and whimpers only grow louder, whispering quiet profanities and begs into your ear.
“please angel. i need you so bad.” is whimpered directly into your ear canal, his warm breath tickles the side of your face, sending direct shock waves right to your cunt. unfortunately those five words happen to be your breaking point.
“fine—“
before you can even finish getting your first syllable out, choso slips his needy cock so far into your pussy, immediately bottoming out as if he had lost control of his body. you audibly gasp before quickly slapping your palm over your mouth. that clearly wasn’t just the tip.
“fuuuck. knew you needed it too, sweetheart.”
you begin to mentally prepare yourself for his thrusts but he stills. cock buried to the hilt inside of your gripping cunt, but no movement. you look over your shoulder to be met with desperate frantic eyes, pupils blown. top teeth sunk into his bottom lip, trembling. this man was trembling, trying to hold back.
“permission. please- need permission.” he breathes out in shortened pants. each breath baited as he holds back, almost scaring you with how insanely feral this man looked.
“holy shit.. yeah cho, you have my permi—hey!”
you’re once again rudely interrupted by your gorgeous boyfriend, but this time not by his dick. this time, he pulls out, earning a soft whimper from the loss. he practically manhandles you by the hips, lifting you up and tossing you back onto the bed, but on your back.
choso grabs the thighs he’s worshipped many, many, times and pushes them right back against your chest. a sinister grin creeps onto his perverted little face as he admires you in the nastiest mating press he’s put you in.
he was so head over heels for you.
“stop staring. cmon already.. i gave u permission to fuck me.” you mumble up at him with a slight pout, a bit more needy than you anticipated.
he chuckles softly before lining himself up once again, and pushing himself in agonisingly slowly, smirking down at you when he sees your pleasured reaction.
“look who’s begging now, huh pretty girl?” he grins.
before you can put him in his place, he physically grabs your thighs and pulls your whole body down onto his cock. you grab the sheets as you let out a desperate moan at the same time as he does. he begins to pull out, eyes hyper focused on the strings of wetness connecting you to him, and it makes him fucking snap.
choso tightens his grip on your plush thighs, slamming into your cunt at an alarming rate. the obnoxious sound of saturated skin slapping against each other fills the bedroom, bouncing off the thin walls. a louder sound of grunts and animalistic noises also fill the room, most likely giving the neighbours a reason to file a complaint. the array of sounds escaping choso’s mouth make your back arch oh so sluttily off the bed.
this sight will never leave his mind. ever.
“shit ma- fuuuck y’feel better than i remember.” choso moans shamelessly as he impossibly picks up the speed as of which he was railing you at.
“yeah? you’re filling me up so good baby.” you praise.
“mhmm. thank you y/n. takin’ me so well- mph!”
he leans down to place a sloppy, desperate kiss onto your lips, tasting like salt and a hint of the strawberry lollipop he had earlier. he rests his sweaty forehead against yours, frantically searching your eyes. his pace never slowed, thrust after thrust, one as powerful as the next, absolutely blinded by complete desperation.
he palms your tits through the shirt he couldn’t be bothered to take off- it was hotter having you only half naked anyways.
whispered “i love you”’s mumbled onto your lips, as his thrusts grew sloppier, more uncoordinated. he couldn’t care less about rhythm at this point, he was just doing what felt good. it was almost like he wasn’t in control of his body, completely overwhelmed by pure pleasure. the sloppier his rhythm became, the needier his moans and whimpers became.
“y-you feel too good baby- ngh g’na come. please tell me you’re on the pill.”
he pulls back to frantically searching your face for any sign of a yes. the second you nod with the simple sentence of “inside, cho” he completely loses any reminiscence of composure he had left.
his watering eyes roll back, mouth agape as he spills his hot load deeeep into your cunt. he catches his breath for a few seconds, letting the last drops seep into you. he hesitantly pulls out, but instead of grabbing a washcloth, he lowers his body so he’s face to face with your sacred pussy.
without warning, his warm tongue laps a long stripe from the base of your pussy right up to your clit, the second he spots the creamy substance of his cum leak out of your cunt. he greedily sticks his tongue outside, desperate to make sure that you come.
your hands fly to his black roots, tugging at them. your cunt trembled at the contact, still sensitive to the earlier railing.
“s-shiiit cho, you’re such a good boy cleaning up your mess.”
he sucks your clit with a soft pop! before diving back into your leaking cunt.
“mmm fank you.” is mumbled directly into your wetness, over and over like a mantra, praising how good you felt, how good you taste, how good you look. his praise eventually cause that knot to finally snap, warmth spreading in familiar places as you grab his hair tighter.
even though you came, choso moans louder than you.
the man finally comes up for air panting, and you realise he was holding his breath for a concerningly long time.
you looks up at you with those dark orbs like you are the only thing worth living for.
“i could happily die being suffocated by your pussy”.
“don’t try and distract me from your punishment cho.”
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a/n: hey… how yall doing.. gulp.
pretended that tumblr doesn’t exist cause uni is kicking my ass lowkey highkey. but my very inventive friend @leiceed came up with this plot so everyone thank her!!!! this is lowk rushed and barely proofread lols. always happy juneteenth!
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