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˖᯽ ݁˖ — wanna get high and nasty?

synopsis: after you called up your plug, it seems like he has a few ideas in mind on how you can pay him back!

content warning: explicit, smoking, kissing, unestablished relationship, piercings, pet names, fwb, whimpering, smut w/ little to no plot, drooling, praise kink, breeding kink, mdom, hair pulling, oral f. rec, fingering, püssy drunk, switchy, p in v, riding, tummy bulges, overstimulation, dacryphilia?, multiple rounds, creämpies, aftercare yippee

wc: 4.1k

a/n: ugh this has been sitting in my drafts since forever thank god it finally gets to see the light

based on these poll results. enjoy!

You pulled up to his apartment, the rain pattering onto the windshield of your car. It was dark and cloudy outside, the thunder rumblings in the background. You took a hit of your vape as you debated whether or not if you wanted to knock on his door. The sweet smoke seeped from your lips, before you ultimately opened your car door and stepped out.

You looked down at the wet concrete, trying to protect your face from the rain. Finally making it to his complex, the bottom of your sweatpants wet from walking in the rain. You hesitated as you lifted your arm to knock on the door, biting your lip slightly before your knuckles finally reached the door.

He opened the door shortly after you knocked, his messy bangs covering his eyes. His lip piercing shining in the dim moonlight.

“Took you long enough,” he murmured quietly before retreating back into his apartment, leaving you standing by the door, “know what you’re looking for?” he asked from inside the apartment.

You stood awkwardly at the front, shifting your weight onto your other leg. “Um, yeah. Same thing as always.” you replied as you nervously took a hit of your vape, exhaling the smoke from your mouth.

“Cool.” he replied as he walked back to the open door, the pouch of weed in hand. His eyes briefly gazing over your face before shortly looking away.

“How much?” You asked as you went grab your wallet from your tote-bag.

“250, same as always.” he replied, watching as you dug through your bag. You pulled out the cash from your wallet, counting it quickly before handing it to him.

“Here, that should cover it.” You responded as you handed him the cash. He nodded, counting it regardless of the fact you just counted it in front of him.

“Yeah, thanks. Appreciate doin’ business. Same time next week?” he asked.

You hummed in agreement, turning your head before noticing that the rain had started getting harder. You gulped nervously , the thought of having to drive in it practically eating at you.

Choso seemed to notice the color in your face fading, he raised a curious, pierced eyebrow at you. “I just rolled a fresh blunt if you wanna come in.” he stepped aside just enough for you walk in

His offer weighed heavily on you, you hesitated before ultimately agreeing. “Oh. uhm, sure if it’s not much trouble.” you replied.

“Nah, not at all,” he chuckled before you stepped into his apartment, closing the door behind you, “consider it a little bonus for my best client.”

Your eyes dawned over his living room, the room filled with a hazy, smoky atmosphere. You sat on an empty spot on the couch, before he decided to plop beside you.

He grabbed the lighter that was sitting on the coffee table, flicking it a few times before it finally formed a flame. He brought the flame to the end of the blunt, lighting it then pressing it to his lips.

He inhaled sharply, then exhaling with a cough. Passing over the blunt to you. “Thanks.” you hummed quietly as you brought the blunt to your lips. The smoke instantly filling your senses, and escaping with a cough following after.

“Shit, how do you smoke these so often?” You cough out, clearing your throat afterwards.

“You get used to it,” He snorts, taking another hit for himself. “could say the same thing about those vapes.” he chuckles, eyeing you as you held the vape to your mouth.

“It’s cotton candy flavored though, it doesn’t taste like burnt grass.” you exhaled, the scent escaping your lips.

“Burnt grass?” he glanced at you amused.

“That’s what weed tastes like to me,” You shrug, “I prefer my dessert flavored vapes.”

A small smile grew on his face, “So why do you buy it?” He asks, passing the blunt over to you.

You fiddle with it for a second before finally taking a big puff, “I dunno, I guess I like the taste of burnt grass.” You giggled as you contradicted yourself.

“You’re very complex.”

“Is that a good thing?”

“Mhm.” He nodded, his eyes now a red-pinkish tint. He glared at you hungrily; you, him, and a blunt? Never a good idea and never had a good outcome.

It seemed the weed had been hitting you too, your brain was foggy and your thoughts were clouded. Your eyelids drooped heavily as you passed the blunt back and forth. “You got any edibles?” you asked, blowing the smoke out from your lips.

“Yeah, just made a fresh batch. Wanna take one together?” he asks.

“Together?”

“Like old time sakes.” his eyes flickered between your lips and your eyes.

You bit your lip, subconsciously you know how this would end. But did you care? Not really. “We both know that’s not a good idea.” you responded.

“Yeah, well when has anything we’ve done together been a good idea?” he lounges back in the couch, throwing his head back and his shaggy bangs fall from his face. You shouldn’t listen to him, you really shouldn’t. But your body betrays you before your mind could answer.

“Sure, fuck it.” You shrugged. His lips curled into a smile as he lifted his head back up. He arose from his spot on the couch, disappearing for a minute or two before coming back with a clear ziploc back. A couple of gummies in the packaging. He grabbed two, handing one to you.

A grin grew on your face as you both simultaneously popped the edible into your mouths. It was only a matter of time till it would kick in.

You leaned back, your mind now relaxed with the cannabis slowly flowing into your system. “Isn’t it funny that the only time we ever actually hangout is either to get high, or fuck?”

“Strange world, isn’t it?” Choso hummed.

“Indeed.”

You could already feel the dampness growing in between your thighs. Maybe it was the edible you just took, or maybe you were just really fucking horny. You bit your lip as the lustful thoughts filled your head. You weren’t in the headspace alone, Choso was in the same boat. His head filled with lewd thoughts of your body underneath his. Your sticky skin colliding with his. It overtook his brain in ways he couldn’t explain.

It wouldn’t be the first time you two have gotten high and done perverted things together, it was a sort of symbiotic relationship. Choso got you high and good deals, and in return you let him fuck your brains out. It was a win-win situation.

He was already practically undressing you with his eyes. The heat and sexual tension growing between you too.

Your thighs were tightly clamped together, his meaty thighs spread wide on the couch cushions, there was nothing you wanted more in that moment than to mount him like a horse and hump him like a bunny in heat. But you were a woman of class, of course you wouldn’t yet.

“Wanna get high and nasty?” He blurts out, his voice low and gravely.

“I thought you’d never ask.” you smiled as he immediately grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap. Your mouths instantly crashing onto one another. He tasted like smoke with a hint of metal from his piercing.

His hands gripped your hips harshly, pulling your body tightly against his and forcing you to grind against his groin. His sweatpants were low on his hips, your fingers occasionally slipping underneath the waistband. Your fingers were cold against his warm skin, causing a small shudder to escape from his lips.

“Fuck, you can’t do that. S’not fair…” he whined as his grip on your hips tightened. Your fingers traveling from his waist to his hair, entangling themselves freely in his messy, black locks.

His hands went to the back of your thighs, like he was trying to hold onto the dignity he had left. His lips left momentarily to leave bites and kisses among your neck and jawline.

“Cho, I need you,” you whined out as Chosos hands roamed the sides of your body, occasionally sliding over the “please?”

Your pleading must’ve sent him into overdrive, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he pressed his bulge against you. “S’okay, I’ll make you feel real good soon.” he whispered in your ear before connecting your lips again. Your teeth now nibbling on his lower lip and your tongue fiddling with his lip piercing.

His kisses were hot, wet and open mouthed, your teeth constantly colliding. You could feel the heat pooling below your belly, the dampness growing in between your thighs. Your hips grinding against his growing bulge needy.

“Can’t anymore, need to taste you right now.” He groaned as he pushed you onto your back. His hands ripping off your sweatpants. Leaving you in only your lace camisole and your sweet, cotton panties. His fingers traced the wet spot that had formed, teasing the sensitive skin underneath.

“So wet f’me and I haven’t even touched you yet.” Choso chuckled to himself as he toyed with your delicate state.

“Choooo, stop being mean!” you whined out as you writhed underneath him. Your back arched as you felt his hot breath linger over the wet spot. Before his fingers eventually hooked your panties to the side and admiring the view of your slick glistening on your folds.

He began with small kitten-like licks, savoring your sweet taste. “You taste so good, pretty.” he murmured amongst your puffy clit. The vibration of his voice sending shrills down your spine.

“More, you whimpered as his tongue glided against your slit. “please, cho.” How could he ever say no to such a pretty thing like you?

“I’m getting there, angel. Be patient.” he responded while slurping your sweet juices. He was practically nose deep and still didn’t have enough of you. He pulled off your clit to slide in his middle finger into your slit, slowly curling it against your pulsating walls.

Your hands got lost in his hair as his fingers curled in and out of your hole, his tongue slowly lapping over your sensitive clit. “Yes! Ohmygod, right— hick! there!” you cried out in pleasure.

“Close— m’sooo close.” your moans sounded like music to his ears.

Choso took the sounds of your pleasure as a sign to go further, his fingers still pumping in and out of your needy cunt. His tongue now letting your clit rest from the stimulation.

He brought his face up to yours, his pace with his fingers slowly faltering. “Taste yourself on my lips, angel.” he whispered as he smashed his lips onto your. Your hips jutted against his hand, desperate for any friction and change in pace.

“Need to cum, please.” you whined, trying to convince him to pump his long digits in you once again.

“I know, I know, sweet girl. I’ll get you there. I promise.” He kissed the inside of your thigh sweetly before indulging on your swollen cunt again. He slurped and sucked like a man dying of hunger, his fingers now knuckles deep and pressing against your G-spot.

Your walls tightened against his fingers, on the verge of falling off the ledge of ecstasy. No coherent words could form on your tongue, only a variety of gasps and moans. Tears swelled in your eyes from the pleasure, his tongue relentlessly lapping at your sensitive hole.

Seeing the way your face twisted from the immense stimulation had Choso groaning into your pussy. His fingers curling so perfectly inside of you.

“C’mon pretty, I can feel you squeezing my fingers,” he cooed, his free hand clenching the back of your thigh. “be a good girl and cum f’me, yeah?” he groaned as he flicked his tongue up and down, relentless with the pleasure he was giving you.

“Mhm!” you cried out as your hands tangled into his hair, “m’cumming, hiccup! m’cumming” you moaned as the wave of ecstasy hit you hard. Your thighs clenched around Choso’s head, trembling from the sudden high. His free hand moved from your thigh to your lower stomach to push you down from squirming.

Choso groaned into your pussy as you finished, slurping your juices and lapping at your fluttering hole. “Look how pretty that mess you made is.” He praised you, his hips rutting against the couch cushion.

He sits up from being between your thighs, pressing small kisses as he exists. “C’mon baby, you can take more f’me.” he smiles as he pulled your limp body onto his lap. “You wanna make me feel good, don’t you?”

You nodded, your thighs tense and sore but nonetheless, you wanted to show your appreciation and make him feel good to.

You bit your lip as your hands fiddled with the drawstrings of his sweats, untying them and pulling down the waistband of his sweats just enough to free his cock. It sprung against his stomach, pre-cum beading at the tip.

“F-fuck,” he whined as you stroked it slightly before lining the tip with your entrance, rubbing the tip against your hole. “can’t believe it’s gonna—haah, fit in you.” he threw his head back, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

You began slowly descending onto his lap, the stretch burning in the most addictive way. You held onto his shoulders as support, small whimpers escaping your swollen lips.

He feared if he looked in your eyes as you slid down on his length, he would bust at that very moment. The pleasure of your walls tightening as you took each inch at a painfully slow rate was extremely overwhelming. You squealed once you felt him bottom out in you, his tip prodding at your cervix.

“Soo— hck! So full, Cho.” you whimpered, he finally split an eye ope to look at you on his lap. His cock twitching at the sight.

Choso’s hands tightly gripped your hips to help you maintain your rhythm, your thighs plopping onto his lap with every bounce. The sounds of wet, sticky, skin against skin echoed throughout the room. “Harder, you can do better than that, baby.”

He grit his teeth as you obeyed his directions, your pace slightly hitching up in speed. His long, veiny cock slipping in and out your folds, occasionally slipping out when you rose back to the top.

“I’m— trying! It’s just t’much..!” you whined as the burn in your legs began to rush throughout your body.

“Look at you, you’re taking every inch of me.” He groaned, his praise sounding like music to your ears. He so badly wanted to grab you by your hips and rut into you relentlessly, but he preferred to make you feel good first.

“Feels s’good.. s’full.” You moaned as his dick filled you to the brink.

He let out a guttural groan as his tip prodded at your spongy G-spot, your legs slowly getting tired but you maintained your speed. Choso’s hands guided your hips and pulled you up and down on his cock. Your brain began getting fuzzy and empty. The only thought lingering was to make yourself feel good.

Choso’s nails dug small crescents into your skin as you rode his brains out. Your clit grinding onto his pelvic bone.

His cock twitched inside of you as you let out a high pitched moan. Your thighs now clenching around his waist. “So— ngh, tight. You feel so good, baby.” he groaned from underneath you.

You nodded brainlessly, your silk walls tightening around his cock. Choso looked at you with half-lidded eyes, his eyelashes soaked from his tears of pleasure.

“Go faster for me, pretty.” He grunted as he thrusted up into the roll of your hips. Your cunt greedily sucked in every inch he gave you, your cervix now practically bruised from his lengthy cock. Your legs were tired, sore and worn out. You tried to pick up the pace but your body couldn’t keep up with Choso’s stamina. His eyebrows furrowed with a bead of sweat between them, his hands guiding you to make you go faster.

“y’re not going fast enough— ngh,” he began getting frustrated

You were trying. Really, you were.

Eventually, it wasn’t enough for him. Within seconds, Choso flipped you over onto your hands and knees; the air remaining in your lungs escaping from the sudden change in movement.

“M’sorry baby,” he whined before aligning his flaring pink tip with your entrance, “s-soooo sorry.”

He slammed into your with a forceful thrust. Your legs trembling and hardly keeping you up. “M’sorry, m’sorry, m’sorry—“ he repeated over and over again. Tears welling in both of your eyes. Your face was shoved into the couch cushions, a small patch of drool starting to form from where you lips laid.

“F-feels too good to— hck! stop.” he babbled, your syrupy cunt reeling him in more with each roll of his hips. His fingers were practically leaving bruises on your hips from how tight he was holding them, you couldn’t speak. Every ounce of strength you had left was fucked out of your body.

Your limp, sore, body.

“C-Cho, s’too much—“ you were cut off by him shoving your face further into the couch. He couldn’t help it, your pussy was practically singing to him. And it was definitely speaking more than you could at the moment.

“No, y’re taking it soo good f’me,” his thrusts became more frantic and sloppier. Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as another orgasm crashed over you. “S-see? You can take it.” he grunted, the pulsing from your orgasm sent him over the edge; his cocked twitched inside of you as he buried himself to a hilt.

“F-fuck!” He yelped as he grabbed a handful of your hair. “M’cumming, haah— fuck!” he whimpered as hot, sticky, long, ropes spurt inside of you; filling you to the absolute brink.

A frothy mixture of your liquids dripped from between your thighs, spilling onto the couch beneath your legs. A ring now formed around his cock. He didn’t pull out, just kept you both connected.

“Need to see y’re face this time,” he murmured as he flipped you over to your back. Your eyes widening as he hovered over you.

“What? N-no, I can’t!” You cried out, but it was too late. He was too far gone. Your mascara now streaming down your face as your sticky bodies collided once more.

“Yes you can, baby. And you will—“ he babbled breathlessly. His pelvic bone snapping against your ass. “for me, you can.” his hand lingered on your lower stomach, a evident bulge lying beneath his palm. “Heh, l-look. Y’re so full of me already.” The room absolutely reeked of sweat and sex, with the slightest hint of your cotton candy vape.

Your hand was placed on his lower abdomen, squirming beneath his violent yet desperate thrust. Trying to push away from the immense pleasure. “S-slow down!” You testified from underneath him.

“Where are ya’ running off to?” He asked as he realized you were scooting away from his cock. He slammed into you hard, forcing a sweet whine to escape your lips. “stop— ngh, running from me.” He folded you in half like a pretzel to prevent you from scooting away from it again.

He held you in the meanest mating press. His balls slapping against your clit as he held your legs to your chest. Your hands clawed at his back and sides, leaving the evidence of raw, red lines on his skin.

He aggressively grabbed your jaw, pulling your face to his own. The kiss was no longer sweet, but full of hunger and want. His teeth pressed into your lower lip before his tongue explored your mouth. His other hand traveling down to your clit, his thumb rubbing over your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“One more,” he gasped out as he devoured your lips raw, “c’mon, I know you can do it f’me, pretty.”

It seemed your body listened to him more than yourself, because shortly after, your cunt seized around him for the umpteenth time this night. The suction caused him to groan as he picked up his pace; chasing his own climax. Your cunt gushed with juices as you reached your orgasm.

His seed was still dribbling down your ass, he was practically using it as lube to fuck back into your greedy hole easier.

“Wan’ fill you up more— No, need to fill you up more.” His cock twitched inside of you as you neared the end of your orgasm. The nasty squelches filling the room as you let out borderline pornographic moans. Your cunt squeezed around him at the sound of his words. “Ya’ want that don’t you? Need me to fill this pretty cunt nice and full?”

“Mhm— please, Cho.” You clenched down on him harder. “Need to feel you more.” Your tears mixing with your sweat.

“S’okay baby, I know what’s best for her.” your body flailed against his rough pounding. “Don’t need to talk more, she’s doin’ allll the talking for you.”

He pressed down harder on the bump in your tummy, feeling the outline of his cock inside of you. Just the sensation alone had him stretching you in was deemed to be nearly impossible. His throbbing tip prodding at spots you didn’t even know existed.

“Haah— fuck. M’gonna cum again soon.” he warmed as his thrust continued getting sloppier and heavier. “Gon’ fill her nicely for you.” You shook your head profusely, your thighs trembling underneath him.

“M-maybe even get you pregnant, have you round and leaking of me.” He rambled on. He shuddered at the thought. “Would keep you full fuck, would treat you soooo good.

Choso’s cock abused your poor, leaking hole. The only thing keeping him alive in this moment was how beautifully you were taking him in. “Gotta— ngh, give this cunt what she wants.”

It only took a few more greedy thrust before he painted your insides white, your now white silken walls being stuffed full of him.

He laid ontop of you, nearly just as limp as you were. His cum stayed in for the meantime as he stayed plugged inside of you. Just where he wanted to be.

His face stayed buried in the crook of your neck, his mouth was close enough that you could hear his ruined whimpers. His tip leaked hot spurts inside of you more and more with each passing second, before he ultimately pulled out of you. You whined at the sudden emptiness, his seed seeping out of your raw and sloppy pussy.

“Look at that.” he mumbled under his breath as he watched your juices ooze once he pulled out. The admiration in his voice very evident.

His eyes widened once he realized your ruined state. “M’sorry— did I… was it too much?” he rambled over his words as he immediately felt the guilt of going over your limit.

“No— no, Cho. I’m fine.” you responded with a weak smile. You felt so used but it was the most pleasurable feeling.

“A-are you sure?” He asked against, his ears perking up from your confirmation. “Let me clean you up.” he disappeared for a moment, but came back with a slightly damp towel to wipe you down with. Afterwords, he helped you change into more suitable clothes for your own comfortability.

Choso’s sudden change in affection was refreshing, he caressed your body so carefully. Rubbing any part that might’ve been sore. He gently kissed the marks he left on your skin with sweet praises.

“You did so good for me, angel.”

“Just hold me close, Cho.” you replied weakly.

He pressed a few kisses to the top of your forehead as you laid on his chest. The sound of his heartbeat soothing you to sleep.

a/n: okeh so like this took way longer to edit than expected cause daddy has exam season now 😞 but don’t fret my kittens I still have plenty of short posts for u to feast on mwahahahah

you thought it’d be funny.

send a blurry pic. some guy’s hoodie in the background. a drink you’d never order. “don’t wait up <3” texted to toji's phone hours after you told him you were out with your friends.

he doesn’t reply. doesn’t call. but he’s waiting when you come home.

and you barely get your coat off before he’s got you pinned to the door, one thigh shoved between yours, hand curled around your throat– reminding you who you belong to.

“whose fucking house?” he grits out, voice low, dangerous. you giggle. wrong move.

he drags you to the couch. bends you over the armrest. pulls your panties aside like he owns the right. and when he slides in– slow, just to make you squirm– he doesn’t let you move. not an inch.

“wanna act like a whore?” he growls into your ear, “then take it like one.”

and you do. you take all of it– bruising thrusts, filthy words, the sharp smack of his hand on your ass when you whine too loud. he doesn’t kiss you. doesn’t let you cum. not until you’re crying a little, nails digging into the couch, gasping “i’m sorry– it was a joke– toji, i was joking–”

“you think i didn’t know?” he laughs. dark. rough. mean. “you wanted attention, huh? you got mine. take it.”

and then he fucks you. really fucks you. like he’s carving his name into your cervix. like he wants to be the only thing you feel for days. he grabs your hair, yanking your head back, forcing you to look at him. “bet he wouldn’t fuck you like this. bet he wouldn’t know what to do with a little brat like you.”

you're clawing at the couch, pulling up loose seams in the fabric, desperately trying to pull yourself away from him. “nah, stay right there. don’t fuckin’ run now.” his grip on your hips turns brutal, bruises already forming on your waist.

and when you start to cry, tears running down your cheeks from how hard he's pounding into you?

“aw, now you’re sorry? you don't even know what sorry means yet.”

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