Feel Good ᯓ★
warnings ᯓ★ brother’s best friend / older friend, age gap, virgin reader, explicit sex, rough sex, choking, marking /bruising, creampie risk (pulled out late), overstimulation, dirty talk (including about the brother), almost caught, oral (female receiving) power outage, possessive behavior, storm setting, aftercare <3
pairing: chosoxreserved!blackreader
Description ᯓ★: choso is her brother’s friend who lives next door. during a bad storm the power goes out and she ends up at his apartment. what starts as him looking out for her turns into something neither of them planned. by the time her brother comes back, she’s already deflowerd.
Choso lived in the same high rise apartment as you and your brother. just a door away in the hall. quietly keeping you in check when your brother went to go‘
“run errands,” and the errands just was selling weed and other shit. whatever you wanted your brother made sure you got. and that’s just how it was after your mom died.
he promised to send you to famu, just because he didn’t want you to be stuck in this hole with him. so you worked your ass off and he continued to fund your life.
you sat at your desk, shorts snagged tightly against you and pencil tapping against your lips. just trying to focus with all the sound of the rain and thunder outside.
the more you looked at the page the blanker your head got. the words kept swimming together, thunder cracking loud.
your thighs stuck warm and a little sweaty to the chair seat from the thick humidity, shorts riding up higher every time you shifted.
the storm was getting worse, wind slapping rain against the window. making the whole apartment feel smaller.
you hated nights like this. it brought back that heavy feeling from when mom was still here, hiding under blankets waiting for her to come check on you. now it was just you, pencil tapping faster, curls sticking to the back of your neck.
trying not to think about how empty the place felt when your brother was out handling business.
the power had already flickered once and your mind kept drifting, blanker and blanker no matter how hard you stared at the page.
but you kept studying, the heel of your feet trembling against the legs of the chair, knee bouncing a little under the desk. that pencil was now between your lips, teeth gently biting down on the end while you sucked on it.
body language shifting even if you didn’t really notice it.
your back arched just a bit, chest pressing forward, thighs squeezing together tighter in those shorts. and the rain kept pouring, and the thunder kept rumbling.
and before you knew it, lightning struck bright right in front of your window, flashing the whole room white for a split second.
the power went out instantly.
plunging everything into heavy darkness.
the sudden quiet hit different, just the rain slamming against the glass and your own breathing filling the space.
you instantly turned the flash on your phone and ran to choso’s apartment, bumping into shit on the way and almost knocking over a pair of your brother’s shoes by the door.
your heart was beating fast from the dark and the thunder, bare feet padding quick across the hall floor.
you knocked once, breathing a little heavy, and he opened it right away like he was already on his way to come get you. “you okay?” he spoke calm and low even in the blackout.
you brushed past him quick, catching a smell of his cologne and faint weed smoke as you stepped into his dark living room. the flash from your phone cut through just a little, lighting up the edge of his couch and the way his tank top clung to his chest.
“yeah i just—can’t be by myself during a storm,” you mumbled, already feeling safer just being near him. choso already knew that about you. he always did. he closed the door soft behind you, the click sounding louder than it should in the quiet between thunder storm.
“fuck—i’ll get some candles.”
he made his way past the living room and into the dark hall of his penthouse, his silhouette disappearing in the dim light. you just soaked into the oversized sofa, arms folded tight across your chest, your legs still trembling from the weather outside.
you flipped your phone over, pressing the screen on.
the wi-fi icon was dead, and your data was struggling, blocked by the thick concrete walls of the building and the grid failure outside. with nowhere else to go, your thumb just swiped over old photos…
your mom, you, and your brother smiling a prickle of tears hit your eyes, and you blinked them back quickly.
choso entered the living room quietly, his large frame materializing out of the dark hallway with his arms full of heavy, mismatched candles.
his hair a mess, falling into his eyes, and his arms full before he dropped them carefully onto the wood coffee table with a soft thud.
“can you flash your light here?” he asked calmly, voice low and steady. his eyes lingered on you for a second longer than usual, noticing the reddish rim around your eyes and the slight shaking of your hands.
you sniffed and nodded, lifting the phone so the light cut across the table and caught the side of his face.
his eyebrow piercings flashing against the light.
he kneeled down, the fabric of his sweatpants sliding lower and exposing the waistband of his boxers. he swiftly rubbed the side of his neck as he began lighting the candles one by one.
the soft click of the lighter mixing with the rain still pouring outside. his eyes shifted up to yours and you did the same, the low glow of the first candle catching the way his jaw tightened just a little when your gazes held.
"you okay now?" he spoke calm, candle in his hand, lighter in the other.
you rubbed your elbow, still trying to keep the phone propped at the right angle so he had enough light to work.
"yeah.. i just hate being in this.. high? building when it's storming." you paused on your words a bit, listening to the heavy sheets of rain slamming against the glass.
choso showed a small, quiet smile, shaking his head slightly. "you're such a baby."
you squinted your eyes at him, a tiny smile breaking through. "i'm a baby. for being scared of the building falling?" you leaned up a bit, finally starting to relax against the sudden warmth between you.
choso finally let out a low laugh, tapping the lighter against the edge of the table. “you think a little rain is gonna make the building fall?”
you rolled your eyes and, embarrassingly enough, nodded, only making him smile harder.
“you’re such a kid—wait, remember when you thought the elevator was about to fall cause of the weird noise?” choso teased you, still kneeling by the table.
“oh my god—”
“why do YOU remember that!” you raised your eyebrows with a soft smile, already forgetting how scared you’d been a few minutes ago.
you crossed your arms, waiting for him to stop laughing.
“because why do you think the building is gonna collapse just cause some rain?” choso furrowed his eyebrows, still looking up at you with that same quiet, amused expression he always got when he was messing with you.
silence filled the room once more, the rain still slamming hard against the window like it was trying to get inside.
choso looked back down at the candles, the soft wax smell already starting to fill the air, before carefully picking one up.
the warm glass pressed against his palm as he set it on the corner table near you, the flame flickering and throwing little gold shadows across the side of your face and the couch cushions.
the living room was actually bright now. the soft glow from the candles pushed the dark back just enough, making the space feel warmer and smaller in a good way.
you could smell the dizzy mix of melted wax and his cologne. the tight feeling in your chest eased a little as the light settled around both of you.
choso glanced over at you once more, noticing the way your arms were still crossed and how you kept shifting on the couch. without saying much he stood up and disappeared down the dark hallway for a second. when he came back he had a big soft blanket in his hands and tossed it over your lap.
“here. stop shivering,” he muttered, sitting back down on the floor near the table.
you pulled the blanket up around your shoulders, the fabric still warm from wherever he’d grabbed it. the candles flickered between you and the rain kept hitting the windows, but it didn’t feel as loud anymore.
a few quiet minutes passed before you spoke again, voice softer than before. “…can i ask you something?”
choso looked up. “yeah?”
you picked at the edge of the blanket, not really looking at him. “have you… ever been with anybody? like for real.”
he raised an eyebrow, a little caught off guard. “why you asking me that?”
you shrugged, still fidgeting. “all my friends. literally all of them.. are having sex...” your lashes fluttered as your eyes shifted back up at him.
choso went quiet for a second, the candlelight catching the way his jaw tightened just a little. he rubbed the back of his neck, looking away toward the window before his eyes came back to yours.
“that don’t mean you gotta be on their time,” he said low. “most of them probably don’t even like the people they’re with.”
he paused, voice still calm but softer now. “you’re not behind just cause you haven’t done it yet.” he scoffed lightly, shaking his head. “and most boys your age aren’t gonna take you seriously just because you fucked them..”
he looked at you for a second longer than usual, the candlelight making his expression harder to read. “you’re better than that. don’t let them rush you into something just so you can say you did it.”
the rain kept hitting the windows, but the room felt quieter somehow after he said it.
he shifted on the floor, spreading his legs a little wider as he got more comfortable, the soft outline of a bulge pressing against the front of his sweats. his eyes darted toward the window like he was trying to focus on the storm instead of the sudden quiet between you two.
you noticed it before you could stop yourself.
the way the fabric sat heavier between his legs, how he kept adjusting without really thinking about it.
your stomach grew butterflies and you pulled the blanket higher up your lap, suddenly very aware of how close he was sitting.
choso cleared his throat after a second, still not looking at you. “you hungry or something? i think i got snacks in the kitchen if you want.” his voice stayed calm, but there was a tiny edge to it now, like he felt the shift too and didn’t know what to do with it.
you nodded and he stood up, the movement making his shirt lift just enough for his abs to flex under the thin fabric. the soft bulge in the front of his sweats was clearer for a second as he stretched, heavy and relaxed against the material before he adjusted it with a quick, casual tug like it was nothing.
he walked toward the kitchen with that same nonchalant pace he always had, shoulders loose, not looking back at you. “be right back,” he muttered. “don’t let the building fall while i’m gone.”
the candlelight followed the line of his back for a moment before he disappeared around the corner, leaving you alone on the couch with the blanket still pulled up high.
you sat there listening to him open cabinets in the dark, the soft clink of bags and the low sound of his feet against the floor. your eyes stayed on the empty hallway longer than they should have.
your eyes stayed on the empty hallway longer than they should have.
a few seconds later he came back holding a bag of chips and a bottle of juice, the candlelight catching the edge of his jaw as he walked. he already had the lays opened for you and a bottle of tropicana in his other hand.
“here,” he said, handing them to you while still standing over you, towering just enough that the soft glow from the candles hit the underside of his chin and the front of his sweats. the bag crinkled in your hands as you took it, the sudden closeness making the air between you feel warmer than before.
he didn’t move right away. just stayed there for a second longer than he needed to, looking down at you with that same calm expression, like he was making sure you actually took the food. the rain kept hitting the windows behind him, but all you could focus on was how close his legs were to the edge of the couch.
you mumbled a quiet “thanks” and dug in the chips, mostly so you’d have something to do with your hands. l
choso finally stepped back and leaned down onto the floor again, legs spread the same way as earlier, the soft bulge in his sweats settling against the fabric like it had never left your mind.
he grabbed a chip for himself and leaned back on one hand, eyes half-focused on the candle in front of him.
a few minutes of quiet chewing passed before you spoke again, voice lower than before.
“do you think i’m childish for not doing anything yet?”
it was a question you could never ask your brother, knowing he’d give you a whole entire speech about waiting and focusing on school.
but sitting here in the candlelight with choso, it felt easier to let it out.
he looked at you for a long second, the soft glow catching the silver of his eyebrow piercings. “no,” he said finally, voice low. “it just means you’re not ready—and that’s okay.”
he licked his lips before speaking again, eyes still on you. “and no one deserves you like that,” he said, almost without thinking about it. the words came out quieter than the rest, like he hadn’t meant to say them out loud.
the silence that followed felt heavier than before. he rubbed the back of his neck and looked down at the candle between you, jaw tight for a second like he was already regretting how honest he’d been.
you licked your lips, your feet shifting deeper under the blanket.
the soft fabric brushed against your thighs as you adjusted, suddenly aware of how quiet the room had gotten and how close he still was on the floor.
you raised your eyebrows a bit, voice soft but pointed. “i don’t deserve to feel good?”
choso’s eyes stayed on you for a second longer than usual. he rubbed the back of his neck again, the candlelight catching the way his jaw worked like he was choosing his next words carefully.
“that’s not what i meant,” his voice still low. “you deserve to feel good. just… not with somebody who’s gonna treat it like it’s nothing.”
he shifted on the floor, the soft bulge in his sweats more noticeable now that he’d moved, but he didn’t seem to notice. or maybe he did and just didn’t fix it.
the rain kept hitting the windows, slower now.
you pulled the blanket a little higher, fingers tightening in the fabric. “so what… you think i should just wait forever?”
choso looked at you again, eyes darker in the candlelight. “no. i think you should wait for somebody who actually gives a fuck.”
he leaned forward a bit, resting his forearms on his knees, the movement making the front of his sweats pull tighter for a second. “and that’s not most of the people around here.”
his voice stayed calm the whole time, but he acted like the words cost him more than usual.
you were quiet for a moment, staring at the candle between you. “…then who?”
choso’s jaw tightened. he looked down at his hands, then back up at you. “somebody who’s not gonna rush you. somebody who actually cares if you feel good or not.”
the words hung there. you could feel your face getting warmer under the blanket.
“…like you?” you asked, almost too soft to hear.
choso went still. the only sound was the rain against the glass. he didn’t look away this time. “i didn’t say that.”
but he also didn’t say no.
a few seconds passed before he spoke again, voice even quieter. “you sitting here asking me shit like this… and i’m your brother’s friend—shouldn’t even be talking to you about it.”
he rubbed his thumb along the edge of the candle base, eyes dropping for a moment. “but if somebody was gonna make sure you felt good… it shouldn’t be some random guy who doesn’t even know your name the next day.”
your lashes fluttered and you pressed your lips between your teeth, gripping the edge of the blanket. “choso…” you said his name in almost a whisper.
he shifted his eyes off the candle rim and up toward you. the candlelight caught the silver of his piercings as he looked at you properly, waiting.
you stood up and leaned down in front of him, your shorts rising high in the back and your tits almost in his face. the thin fabric of your top brushed against his cheek when you shifted closer.
“i don’t know how to ask for what i want…” you whispered, eyes dropping to his lips.
choso almost hesitated, his eyes not knowing where to focus but ending up on your lips. “then show me…” his voice low and rough, his hair falling further into his face.
the words made something pull tight low in your stomach. you could feel yourself getting wet already, the soft fabric of your shorts sticking slightly between your thighs as you stayed bent over him.
everytime you breathed, your chest brushed closer to his face, and the heat between your legs only got heavier.
you cupped his face, your lips only centimeters from his. choso grabbed your wrist, making it look small in his hand, almost stopping you.
he tilted his head, studying you. his lips pressed between his teeth for a second before he let them go, eyes still locked on yours like he was trying to decide.
the candlelight moved across the silver of his piercings as he stayed right there, your wrist still small in his hand.
“let me … show you,” you spoke breathlessly, the heat between your legs heavy and hard to ignore.
choso stared at your mouth for a second like he was still trying to talk himself out of it. then he leaned in and kissed you—slow at first, lips barely pressing, almost like he was giving you one last chance to stop him.
when you didn’t pull away he kissed you harder. his mouth opened against yours, tongue sliding in deep.
while his grip on your wrist tightened. you could feel how warm he was, how controlled he was still trying to be even as the kiss got wetter.
everytime you breathed into his mouth he answered with another slow drag of his tongue, like he was taking his time on purpose.
the front of his sweats was already getting tighter, and the heat between your thighs only got worse the longer he kept kissing you like that.
his free hand shoved up under your shorts without warning, grabbing a handful of your ass. he pulled you down onto him.
his dick pressed right against you. you couldn’t help but grind against him, the friction already making your clit throb.
choso guided your movements, both hands gripping your ass now, dragging you harder against him in slow circles.
the wet fabric of your shorts rubbed over the outline of his dick with every pass, and you could feel how hard he was getting underneath you.
a low sound left his throat as he kept pulling you down, making sure you felt every inch of the friction. your eyebrows slouched and you shifted your hands to his neck.
“shit…” he muttered against your mouth, still kissing you messy between the words. his hands squeezed harder, spreading you open so more of his bulge pressed against your pussy.
choso reached for your hand, breaking the kiss just enough to look at you. his eyes stayed locked on yours as he guided your fingers down and pressed them against the thick outlinein his sweats.
your palm wrapped around his dick. feeling how hot and he already was. he made you grip the tip, the fabric stretched tight over the head and a low groan left him when your fingers squeezed.
he kept his hand over yours the whole time, making sure you felt every inch of how hard he’d gotten from grinding against you.
choso held you up just enough to push your shorts to the side, the wet fabric sliding out of the way so nothing was left between his bulge and your bare pussy.
he didn’t waste time. his hands gripped your ass again and pulled you down, dragging the thick outline of his dick right through your wet folds. the heat of him pressed against your clit as he started grinding up into you in slow, dirty strokes, the fabric of his sweats getting soaked from how wet you already were.
every time he dragged himself against you, the head of his dick rubbed over your clit, making your thighs tighten around him. he kept the pace controlled but deep, using his grip on your ass to make sure you felt all of it.
after a while he reached down between you, pushing the front of his sweats lower so he could get his fingers on your clit.
he rubbed slow, firm circles right over your clit while he kept grinding the thick outline of his dick against your pussy.
“just like that… good girl,” he muttered, voice low and a little strained. his fingers didn’t rush, pressing and rubbing in steady circles until your legs started shaking around him.
you felt your stomach tighten as you came against his hand, creaming his fingers and the front of his sweats, your hips jerking while he held you through it.
he didn’t stop moving. once you finished he finally pulled his dick out, thick and heavy as it sprung free.
he pressed the bare head right against your wet folds and started grinding raw, sliding his dick slowly up and down through your pussy, coating himself in your cream.
“this what you wanted to show me?” he asked, looking up at you while he kept grinding against your pussy. his hands wrapped around your waist, holding you steady as he dragged his fat tip through your folds again and again, spreading your wetness all over himself.
every slow stroke made a soft, wet sound. the head of his dick caught on your clit on the way up, then pushed back down through your soaked lips, leaving a shiny trail of your cream along the underside of his dick.
you could feel how hot he was, how the tip kept dipping into you before he slid it back up.
choso’s grip on your waist tightened. he pulled you down harder against him, making the grind deeper, messier. your pussy was dripping onto him now.
coating the full length of his dick everytime he dragged it through you. the more he rubbed, the wetter you got, until your thighs were slick and every movement made soft, filthy sounds between you.
he slowed down after a while, breathing heavier, eyes locked on where his dick was sliding through your folds. he adjusted his grip and held you still, the thick head of his dick resting right against your entrance.
“just the tip,” he muttered, almost like he was warning himself
then he pushed up carefully, letting just the tip sink into you, stretching you open around him. a low groan left his throat as he started fucking you with only the head in slow, controlled strokes.
his hands slid down to your thighs, gripping them hard so he could keep you open. he watched every second of your pussy swallowing just the tip, cream coating it completely.
“keep this pussy open for me… shit—just like that.
“…good girl.”
your eyebrows furrowed as his tip kept stretching you open, the thick head pushing in and out of you.
“feels good?” he asked, still watching where he disappeared into you.
you nodded, breathing hard.
“use your words. tell me.”
he reached up and gripped your face, fingers pressing into your cheeks and squishing them a little as he made you look at him.
“tell me how good it feels…” his voice low and rough, still fucking you with just the tip while he held your face in place.
then he pushed more of his dick into you. your eyes rolled to the stars. his dick stretching you so wide a shaking breath left your lips.
“i-it’s too much—” you stuttered, voice breaking as he kept the slow, steady push, giving you more than just the tip now.
choso didn’t pull back. he held your face still and watched every reaction while he fed you another inch, the thick stretch making your pussy grip him tighter. your cream leaked around his dick, dripping down onto his balls as he forced your walls to take more.
“breathe,” he muttered, thumb brushing over your bottom lip while he stayed deep enough that the stretch burned. he rolled his hips in a small, deep circle, grinding the head against that spot inside you.
your thighs trembled around him and another wet spongey sound left you as more of your cream coated his dick.
then he started fucking into you for real. his abs rolled with every thrust, the hard lines of his stomach flexing as he drove up into you.
his hips lifted you slightly before dropping you back down onto his dick, making your body rise and fall with the motion. the thick length pushed deeper everytime, stretching you open around him while his hands stayed locked on your thighs, controlling how much of him you took.
your moans filled the room, almost drowning out the rain. choso tilted his head, hair falling into his face as he watched you whine and struggle to take his dick.
his sweatpants were bunched down around his thighs, thick strings of your cream breaking every time he pulled back and fucked up into you again.
he gripped your face harder, forcing you to look at him, then leaned in and latched onto your neck. he sucked hard on the soft skin while his abs kept rolling.
each deep stroke lifting you up and dropping you back down onto his dick. the wet, nasty sounds of your pussy taking him mixed with your broken moans as he kept fucking into you, not slowing down.
you reached down between both of you, palms pressing against his lower stomach as you tried to push off him, trying to stop him from hitting that deep spot so hard.
choso only smiled a little at the attempt. without pulling out he hooked his arms under your thighs and stood up in one smooth motion, still inside you. your arms immediately wrapped around his neck and your legs locked around his waist as he started walking.
after a couple steps his dick slipped out of you with a wet pop. he didn’t stop walking. he just adjusted his grip under your ass, holding you higher against his stomach so the wet head of his dick dragged against your folds with every step.
the apartment was still dark.
rain kept hitting the windows as he carried you down the short hallway, your bare thighs tight around his waist, the thick length of his dick trapped between your bodies, still slick from you.
every few steps he’d shift you higher or lower, making the head of his dick rub over your clit again like he was doing it on purpose.
he carried you into his room and laid you down on the bed. the rain was still hitting the windows.
the only light coming in faint from the hallway.
choso leaned over you and started kissing your neck, slow and open-mouthed. he sucked lightly on the spot he’d already marked.
then moved lower, dragging his lips down the center of your chest, over your stomach, taking his time.
every kiss was wet and deliberate as he worked his way down your body.
he kept going until he reached your hips, then lower, kissing along the soft skin of your inner thighs. he didn’t rush.
he kissed all the way down one leg to your ankle, then switched to the other, mouth warm and slow against your skin until he reached your feet.
only then did he come back up. he hooked his fingers in the waistband of your shorts and slid them off the rest of the way, tossing them aside.
he settled between your legs, spread them open with his hands, and finally put his mouth on your pussy.
he licked through your pussy slow at first, tasting how wet you still were, then pushed his tongue deeper, eating you out with long, messy strokes while your hands found his hair again.
the city lights flashed over him through the window, catching on the silver of his piercings and making them glisten every time he moved. his mouth stayed buried in your pussy, tongue deep and messy as he ate you out without slowing down.
he flattened his tongue and dragged it from your entrance all the way up to your clit in one long, wet stroke. then sucked your clit between his teeth the pressure tenses enough to make your hips jerk.
everytime your thighs tried to close around his head he pushed them back open with his hands
holding you spread so he could keep licking into you. the wet sounds were loud in the quiet room.
he fucked his tongue in and out of your pussy, then went back to sucking on your clit like he was trying to pull another orgasm out of you.
your stomach kept tightening. your fingers were locked so hard in his hair it had to hurt, but he didn’t stop. he just groaned against your pussy and kept going.
tongue and lips working you until your legs started shaking uncontrollably and the overstimulation made your whole body twitch under his mouth.
every suck sent sharp little sparks up your spine, too much and not enough at the same time, and he still refused to let up.
got it. won’t use that again.
your toes curled hard against the sheets as he kept licking at your clit, teasing it with slow, deliberate flicks of his tongue after how sensitive you’d already gotten. everytime your hips twitched away he just followed, holding your thighs open so he could keep working that same spot until your legs started shaking again.
he finally leaned up, his dick so hard it was almost stuck to the front of his wet fitted shirt. the thin material clung to the thick outline, a dark wet spot already spreading from how much you’d dripped on him earlier.
choso only admired the mess he’d made of you. your thighs were shiny and trembling, pussy still twitching and dripping onto the sheets under the faint city light.
“you look so cute like this,” he muttered, voice low and rough.
he crawled back up your body and kissed you, pushing his tongue in so you could taste yourself. while he kissed you he reached down, rubbed the fat head across your pussy—letting you feel how hard he was while his other hand stayed firm on your waist.
“i’m gonna put it in okay?” he broke the kiss, eyes on your face.
“all of it.”
your hands stayed wrapped around his neck.
your curls bounced as you nodded a little, still stretched from earlier. the tip of his dick pressed right against your hole, sticky and wet from your cream. his breath was warm against your mouth.
he started pushing in slow. the thick length stretched you open inch by inch until he was all the way inside, hips flush against yours. a low groan left him as he dropped his face into your neck, breathing hard against your skin.
you were completely full. the stretch burned in the best way. every inch of him pressing against your walls until there was nowhere left for him to go.
your pussy squeezed around him on its own, tightening without you meaning to, the stretch forcing another small sound out of you.
“shit— is it too much?” he looked at you, still buried deep, eyes searching your face while he stayed completely still inside you.
you could barely form words. your hands just scratched at his neck, nails dragging lightly over his skin.
“it’s—” your eyebrows furrowed up. “keep going please…” you whined a little, the stretch still making your voice shake.
the room stayed dark except for the faint city lights flashing through the window every few seconds, catching on the silver of his piercings and the wet shine between your bodies. rain kept hitting the glass in steady sheets.
before you could get comfortable with the stretch, choso leaned back and pulled your legs up, your feet resting against his shoulders.
“oh my go—” you wanted to put the pillow over your face. the way he looked down at you made your pussy throb. his shirt was still wet from earlier, hair a mess, grip on your ankle tight as he held you open.
“if it starts being too much,” his voice strained, “tell me… okay?”
he kissed your ankle and started fucking you slow, the thick length of his dick dragging in and out of you. every stroke made your pussy push out more cream around him, those soft, wet, spongy noises filling the room.
you had no choice but to look at him—the way his abs flexed, the way his eyes stayed on your face while he sank deep, the way your own legs stayed locked against his shoulders while he used the angle to push even further inside you.
you couldn’t help but moan, the pressure of him on top of you heavy as he pushed into your pussy, the thick length reaching so deep it felt like he was pressing into your guts.
you wanted to whine and tell him it was too much, but it felt so good you couldn’t make the words come out.
just another broken sound as he kept sinking into you.
choso started speeding up. the wet sound of your pussy taking him getting louder between the rain. his head pushed back for a second, a low groan leaving his throat, before he dropped his chin and looked down.
he watched his dick disappear inside you — the thick length stretching your tight pussy open around him with every stroke, cream coating him as he fucked into you deeper.
he reached down between your bodies and started rubbing your clit in tight, fast circles while he kept thrusting. your hips jerked hard under him at the sudden pressure.
“fuck—this pussy feels so good,” he muttered, eyes locked on where he was disappearing into you.
“oh my god…” his voice dropped lower. “i’m fuckin’ your pussy open…”
choso groaned, lips pressed between his teeth as his hips jerked. he forced himself to slow down, a long deep breath sliding from his mouth. he pushed your legs down harder toward your chest and let his full weight settle on top of you, squishing you into the mattress.
he pushed in deep, the fat tip of his dick pressing right up against your cervix.
“wait—wai—” you tried to get out, but your body tensed up instead, pussy squeezing even tighter around him.
he stayed right there, buried to the hilt, feeling every pulse of your walls trying to push him out and pull him deeper at the same time. his forehead dropped against yours for a second, breathing hard.
“fuck—your gonna make me nut—” choso groaned, still buried deep, hips twitching as your pussy kept squeezing around him. he pressed his forehead against yours, trying to stay still.
he only lasted a few more seconds before he started moving again. short deep strokes at first, then longer ones. he kept your legs pinned to your chest and fucked into you harder, the wet sound of your cream around his dick getting louder.
his abs flexed with every thrust. the veins in his forearms stood out from how tight he was gripping your thighs.
you could feel him getting closer by the way his grip tightened even more and his strokes started to lose rhythm.
he pulled out sudden, stroked himself twice, and came hard across your stomach—thick ropes landing on your skin while he groaned through it, the head of his dick still twitching.
he didn’t wait. still hard and shiny, he dragged some of the cum down between your folds with his fingers, lined up, and pushed back in. this time he fucked you harder from the start, deeper and faster.
everytime he bottomed out the veins in his arms flexed again, the sound of skin and wetness filling the room under the rain.
he kept the same hard pace, not giving you time to adjust. every thrust forced another wet sound out of you. his grip on your thighs stayed tight, holding you open while he fucked into you like he was trying to make up for pulling out the first time.
the bed creaked under both of you, mixed with the rain and the steady slap of hid hips against yours.
choso grabbed your neck, kissing it lightly before his grip tightened. his eyes stayed locked on yours as he watched you gasp, the pressure cutting your breath just enough to make your head light.
your pussy clenched hard around him in response, fluttering and squeezing with every short breath you managed to take.
he was just as wrecked. his dick throbbed raw and deep inside you, the thick length pulsing against your walls. his pink lips were still shiny from your cream.
everytime you convulsed around him he felt it and answered with another slow roll of his hips.
dragging himself almost all the way out before pushing back in.
“when your brother gets back…” he groaned, voice low and strained against your ear. the words vibrated against your skin while his hand stayed firm on your throat.
“when he walks through that door—you’re gonna look him in the face knowing i was just inside you.”
his hips kept rolling, long wet drags of his dick stretching you open. the sound of it was filthy & slow, cream spilling out around him with every deep stroke.
you could feel the heat of his body pressed fully against yours, the way his abs tensed, the tight grip of his fingers on your neck, the way your own pulse stuttered under his palm.
“tell him how wet you get for me. tell him how your pussy creams every time i fuck you deep like this.”
he squeezed a little tighter. your hands flew up to his wrist, fingers wrapping around it but not pulling him off. the lack of air made every feeling sharper—the stretch, the wet heat, the slow thrusts.
until all you could do was take it while he kept talking and fucking you through it.
“you’re gonna say,” he groaned mid-sentence, his dick jerking hard inside you, “that you love how i stretch this pussy out.”
he kept the slow, deep rolls going, the thick length dragging against your walls with every movement. the wet sound of your cream around him filled the space between his words. his hand stayed firm on your throat, thumb pressing just enough to keep your breath short and your focus locked on him.
“you’re gonna tell him how good it feels when i get all the way in,” he continued, voice rough, hips never stopping. every time he bottomed out his dick twitched again, like just saying it was getting him closer.
your legs stayed pinned, the stretch constant, the pressure against your cervix making your stomach tighten.
he leaned in closer, lips brushing your ear while he fucked you through the words. “say it for me… tell me how much this pussy creams for me.”
his grip on your neck flexed with the next deep stroke, and another pulse ran through his dick as he waited for you to answer.
you tried to speak but the pressure on your throat and the deep thrusts made the words come out broken. he didn’t ease up. he just kept rolling his hips, forcing you to feel every inch while he watched your face for the answer he wanted.
the bed creaked under the slow, heavy rhythm, rain still hitting the windows, and the only other sound was the wet drag of his dick moving in and out of you.
“tell me to pull out”
he didn’t slow down. the next stroke was harder, the thick head of his dick slamming against your cervix while his hand tightened around your throat. your vision flickered for a second from the lack of air and the deep pressure. his eyes stayed locked on your face the whole time, waiting.
you opened your mouth but nothing came out except a choked sound. your pussy clenched hard around him in response and he felt every bit of it.
“tell me to pull out—” he groaned, voice cracking a little. his hips stuttered. “—fuck,”
he was still buried deep, dick throbbing hard inside you, but the way he was breathing had changed. shorter. more desperate. his forehead dropped against yours and he tried to stay still, but every time your walls fluttered around him his hips twitched forward again.
he pulled his hand down from your neck to your tits, shoving your shirt up so he could grab them. you could finally breathe again, a sharp inhale filling your lungs while the dull ache of his grip lingered.
choso had held your neck so hard he’d already left a bruise, the skin marked where his fingers had been. he didn’t comment on it.
he just kept his hand on your chest, thumb brushing over your nipple while his dick stayed buried deep inside you, still throbbing like he hadn’t calmed down at all.
his hips started moving again, slower this time, like he was trying to be careful but couldn’t stop completely. he dropped his face into the side of your neck—right next to the bruise—and breathed against your bruised skin while he kept fucking into you in those short restless strokes.
the wet sound of your cream around his dick got louder with every thrust. he was clearly right on the edge, breathing hard, forehead pressed to your skin.
he suddenly pulled out with a wet pop. the thick head of his dick rested right against your entrance as he nutted.
hot ropes spilling directly against your hole and dripping down between your folds while he stroked himself through it, groaning low against your neck.
for a few seconds neither of you moved. just the sound of both of you trying to catch your breath under the rain.
choso finally leaned up a little. he looked down at the mess between your legs, then reached over and grabbed the edge of the blanket, wiping you off as gently as he could. his hand was still a little shaky.
“you good?” he asked, voice quieter now. he brushed some of your curls out of your face and checked the bruise on your neck with his thumb, frowning a little at how dark it already was.
“m-mhm.. i’m okay.”
you tried to sit up, but your legs were weak and still shaking under you. when you shifted, your thighs trembled and you had to grab his arm to stay upright.
then a hard knock sounded from the front door.
both of you froze.
another knock, louder. your brother’s voice came through the apartment, muffled but clear. “yo, choso my sister in there?”
choso moved first. he yanked his sweats back up, shoved his shirt down, and grabbed your shorts off the floor. “put these on. can you stand?”
you tried. your legs still shook too hard, so he had to steady you while you pulled the shorts up. he wiped the rest of the cum off the sheets with his shirt and threw it in the corner, then ran a hand through his messy hair.
“go to the bathroom. i’ll get the door.”
you made it to the bathroom on unsteady legs and shut the door, still shaking, the bruise on your neck throbbing while you heard choso open the front door and answer your brother in that same calm voice like nothing had happened.
“no way the power is still out.” your brother’s voice got closer inside the apartment, followed by the sound of the door closing behind him.
you rushed to the sink and turned on the water, splashing your face with cold water, trying to calm down. your legs still trembled under you. every time you shifted you could still feel the stretch and the wetness between your thighs.
outside the bathroom their conversation continued like normal… your brother talking about the storm and the power, choso answering in that same even tone he always used, like he hadn’t just been balls deep in you a few minutes ago. you could hear them moving around the living room, the soft clink of something being set down, completely casual.
you stared at yourself in the dark mirror for a few more seconds, heart still racing, the bruise already darkening on your neck. you pulled your shirt up higher to cover it as best you could, fixed your shorts, and finally opened the bathroom door.
you walked out into the living room limping slightly, trying to play it off. both of them looked over. your brother frowned a little.
“…you good?” he asked, eyes flicking from your face to the way you were walking. “why you limping?”
choso stayed quiet for a second, then a small grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. he licked his lips slowly, eyes flicking to you for just a moment before he looked away again.
you smiled, lashes fluttering. “i tripped running over here.”
you walked deeper into the living room, the candles burning low now, and sat near your brother. he looked at you for a second, frowning a little at the way you moved, before turning back to choso.
“anyway—” he started, digging into his book bag and pulling out the money he’d made earlier, going on about his errands like usual.
choso’s eyes kept shifting toward you the whole time. every time they did, you looked away, trying to act normal while the ache between your legs and the bruise on your neck still throbbed.
then the lights finally came back on. the sudden brightness made everything clearer — including the darkening marks on your skin that the candlelight had been hiding.
your brother kept talking for a moment, still counting the money, then glanced over at you again. “you finish your homework before the storm hit?”
you opened your mouth to answer, but his eyes dropped to your neck. he paused, frowning harder.
“…the fuck is that on your neck?”
