Pillow talk ♱ Choso x f!reader
cw: pillow grinding, cumming in pants, implied wet dream.
He wakes with a start, eyes shooting open to the nightstand next to him. His face smushed against his pillow, stomach and chest pressed into the bed.
The room felt so hot despite the ceiling fan whirling above him and the window open to the cool night breeze. His body was sticky with sweat, and he could feel the pillowcase clinging to his cheek.
It’s late, he can tell by the silence on the roads outside. He must’ve fallen asleep waiting for you to get home, even though he said he wouldn’t. He told you he’d wait for you as you were leaving, a promise he's clearly broken.
Unless you’re not home yet.
He reaches out with his arm trapped under his side, feeling for you in your usual spot next to him. His palm meets nothing but the cold mattress and your empty pillow. He grumbles at you absence.
He plants his hands on the bed, slowly lifting himself up so he could text you. As he shifts his hips to grab his phone, he feels something wet move between his thighs and he jolts at the sharp pang of pleasure that shoots up his spine.
Brows furrowed, his gaze trails down to his pelvis where his eyes land on a small puddle forming on the sheets. Stray strands sticking from his stained boxers. It’s not just sweat, it’s cum. He had woken up hard, again. And somehow, had already came in his boxers.
With a groan he drags himself out of bed, feet touching the ground only for a second. His legs wobble, knees buckling and next thing he knows his face is flat on the ground. He takes a few moments to sit there, staring at the wall.
He begins to stand, reaching for his phone in the process. He reads the time once his eyes adjust, it’s past midnight. He sends you a quick text, squinting at the screen with groggy eyes before dragging his feet to the bathroom.
He wipes himself up with his towel he used in the shower earlier, sucking air between his teeth as he drags the fabric over the tip of his sensitive cock. Once he’s clean, and unfortunately still hard, he ventures back into the room and plops down on the bed again.
Still burning hot he keeps the blankets off and pulls off his shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. He tries to fall back asleep, but he can’t when he’s burning up like this.
He flips over to his front again, hips grinding softly against the mattress. A sensation of pleasure ripples through his abdomen and legs. A noise slips past his tired lips as his still, very much erect, cock rubs just perfectly against the mattress. He stills, fingers curling around the sheets.
His body doesn’t even listen to him, almost like his hips had a mind of their own. He grinds down on the bed, gasping at the feeling. And god, this made him feel like such a pervert.
“Fuck,” he clamps his eyes shut, thighs tensing. It takes all his will power not to hump the bed, so for now he idly grinds his cock. Slow and gentle.
He grips his own pillow hard, opening his eyes to lazily stare at the wall as he swirls his hips. He hums, soft little noise coming out of him as he gets himself started. He tells himself to stop but your face suddenly worms into his mind and he finds himself grinding faster, harder.
He was so hard it hurt. And he knew it would sting nicely if he rubbed his cock against the sheets with no boxers. But he couldn’t do that, he didn’t want you to be bothered with a messy pillow.
But fuck, he almost couldn’t take it. His body shifts slightly as he grinds, head moving closer to your pillow. That’s when he smells you, your scent sticking to your pillow.
He hesitates before pushing up on his hands. He tugs his boxers down, fighting with them until he kicks them off. His cock springs free angrily, his slit leaking with so much precum. He snatches your pillow, bringing it up to his nose to inhale your scent for a moment.
The way he moans is pornographic, so sinful and dirty its embarrassing. He shoves the pillow between his legs, breath hitching when it moves perfectly against his cock. He begins to grind harder, his cock so sensitive as it rubs against the fabric.
“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck,” he moans, planting his hands down in front of him while his hips begin to furiously hump the pillow. “Sensitive—-m’so sensitive—“
He gasps, laying his chest flat against the bed now as he moves his hips. His eyes clamp shut as he imagines you and he absentmindedly reaches for his phone to check if you’ve responded. The screen lights up, a single missed text from you that reads, “be home soon.”
He groans, fingers lazily trying to type away a response. He didn’t want to rush you but he couldn’t help it. He doesn’t even realize his text sends a jumbled mess of letters, random words capitalized.
You respond back with a single question mark, unable to understand his mess of words. You ask if he’s okay and he audibly moans, fumbling with his phone as he presses on the voice recording button.
“Baby,” he breathes shakily, cutting himself off with a few quiet whines,”mm baby I’m so hard right now—grinding against your pillow haaah—“
He can only imagine how you’re going to react on the other side of the phone and the idea only gets him to grind down harder. His cock starts to sting from the fabric now, precum doing little to stop the friction.
“Baby this feels so fucking good—mmm,” he whines at the sting, his spine curving with painful pleasure,”I wish it was your thigh hmmm I wanna fuck your thighs, I wanna fuck your thighs so bad right now—-oh fuck—“
His finger slips off the phone, the message sends, but you don’t read this one immediately this time. He bites his lip, gripping his pillow so tight with his other hand. He lifts his torso to look down at his flushed cock, now a deep shade of red from the stimulation. He lets off a whiny moan, resting his chest back on the bed.
He reaches for the phone again. Finger pressing onto the voice recording button, he swipes so it locks, picking up all the tiniest of sounds.
“I bet your thighs would look so fucking pretty around my cock—-so fucking pretty and so warm—“ he blabbers, lips curling into a lazy smile, a giggle slips out,”hehe—-oh please come home—I’m so hard it hurts so bad. I promise I’ll be good when you get home—-haah—-you can do whatever you want to me, I promise, I promise.”
He grinds his hips down harder, eliciting a choked up moan from him. He just can’t stop moving, can’t stop humping the pillow till his precum starts to soak the fabric. Tears prickle at his eyes as he thrusts, his lips parted to let out the most delicate whimpers, whines, and giggles.
“‘S making my cock so fucking sensitive,” he giggles out, rubbing his cock raw. That coil starts to build in his stomach, unraveling further with every single stinging thrust.
He eyes his phone, trying to see if you've even seen the last messages. You’ve still left him on delivered, which rips another whine from his throat. He doesn’t bother to turn the recording off, instead lets it play out.
“L-Listen to me, baby,” he huffs, squinting through his blurry vision,”m’rubbing myself so good, thinking about you—-wish you’d come home—-oh why can’t you come home now, hm? ”
He feels the coil unravel even more, his vision getting blurry as white begins to prick at the corners of his sight. His stomach tenses, thighs shaking as he reaches the first edge of his orgasm.
“Oh fuck I’m—-I’m—-“ he gasps out, grinding down harder and cutting himself off with the occasional giggles,”I’m gonna cum—haahh---baby, m’cumming for you—-m’cumming, m’cumming—-!!”
He releases all over your pillow with a few rough grinds, his cock spilling out ivory seed. It sticks to his abs, coating his skin and the sheet of your pillow. A string of whiny moans release from his mouth as he stills, cock twitching against the pillow.
He slowly lifts his upper body, panting as he looks at the mess he made. He smiles, gasping as his cock twitches with after shocks. A breathy giggle leaves his lips, high off his orgasm. He hums, relishing in the way his body tingles.
"Mmm, I'm still so hard---fuck," he grits out, rubbing his cock against the coated pillow softly. He lays his chest back down on the bed, slowly rolling his hips before breaking into quicker thrusts. He exhales shakily, fighting his oversensitivity.
"Wanna keep going," he breathes, brows knitting together as his lips break into another lazy smile,"wanna make you proud."
He has a feeling he's going to be up late waiting for you. So he might as well entertain himself a little longer. He reaches for his phone and turns the audio recording off before clicking send.
Then he clicks the little camera icon, and situates the phone to record himself.
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