it started as a joke, really. a fun little thing, teasing banter between you two. you thought it was funny. choso laughed, made fun right back, after all.
you'd found them buried in a junk drawer, couldn't even remember buying them: gold star stickers. you paraded them into the kitchen, where choso was making dinner. "gold star for you!" you grinned, sticking it on his cheek. he raised an eyebrow, stepping away from the pot to peel it off.
"what—? oh. why?"
"because you're making dinner," you said, matter-of-factly. you patted his head twice, called him a good boy, and giggled.
the next time was when he did your laundry. you came home from a long day, and he'd wanted to help out. his reward? a gold star.
"um, thanks," he said, eyeing the sticker on his shirt.
"you're so good, baby," you'd sighed, almost dreamily. from then on, anytime he did something nice, he got a gold star.
what you didn't notice was the way choso's cock hardened in his pants. what you didn't notice was that your good boy was getting off on the smallest bit of praise, that he'd take anything you gave him.
but when you finally did notice, you used it to your advantage. like now, sitting on his lap, him all laid back for you, big, brown, doe-eyes so glossy, a pout pulling at his lips. his length twitches inside you with every small movement, choso's face begging you to do something. anything.
you give him an easy grin, gently rolling your hips, listening to his soft, needy whimpers. the flimsy sticker paper crinkles in your hand as you playfully wave it above him.
if he wasn't so utterly gone for you, he'd be embarrassed by the constellation of stars on his chest and up.
"my baby's being so nice, isn't he? so good," you coo, brushing a thumb over his lips. you're being incredibly tantalizing, and he's trying so hard to please you, but it's killing him.
it's that one extra push, that deliberate clench of your cunt around him, that makes choso flip you over, so he's on top. he can't help it, and he'll probably whine out choked apologies later, he's sure… but that's a problem for future him. right now, all he wants is to come inside you.
"cho," you gasp, a half-moan, eyes wide.
"sorry," he murmurs, but he's not really, not when he's fucking his cock into you, hard, mean slams of his hips against yours. "couldn't help it, y'just feel so good," he groans, his mouth latching onto your breast.
it doesn't take him long to orgasm, having been teased by you for the better part of an hour. you follow soon after, short, shaky breaths, your nails digging into his back. he rides it out, his thrusts slowing. when the intensity fades, he rests his forehead against yours, eyes closed.
"oh, well," you say, breathy and delirious. "that's another gold star for you."
