˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡˚🐾₊˚ෆ | Everyone knows chocolate is bad for dogs. So what happens when Puppyhybrid!Choso gets into your secret stash of aphrodisiacs accidentally?
Tw: jerking off, ruts, choso in heat, calling him goodboy, aphrodisiac sex activity going on, overstimulated choso, switch choso, riding, hand/blow job, crying choso, WHIMPERING choso, humping, lots of cum, knots, minor nipple play, desperate choso, kinda dom reader, sub choso,creampie, no protection.
He shouldn’t have done it.
Dogs aren’t meant to have chocolate; it’s poison to them (includes hybrids, but it’s more like food poisoning than certain death).
Let alone from a mysterious, unlabeled bag stuffed in a drawer deep in your closet.
However, he was craving it so badly. The sweet smell of the milk cocoa was too overpowering for his strong senses to resist.
He’d been digging around in your closet, rearranging your things to make room for his own since he moved in with his lovely girlfriend, you. The bag had been sitting there, a temptation he fell to easily.
The packaging and the leftover wrappers are still scattered nearby. He’d eaten at least five before he started to feel weird. He doesn’t know they are also aphrodisiacs, ones you kept hidden in the depths of your closet for a reason.
So now here he is, your cum stained panties he loves stealing pressed to his nose as he ruts his hard, pale, aching cock against your pillow without mercy on your bed.
He doesn’t know that they’re the reason he’s still hard after cumming dozens of times all over the sheets. He’s so overstimulated, whimpering your name over and over as he humps the fabric, yet he can’t bring himself to stop. The ache is too strong and painful to ignore.
Unfortunately, it isn’t the same as your warm cunt.
He knows you’re going to be furious when you get home, too, for getting into the stash and eating something he knows he’s not allowed to. He doubts you’ll give him what he needs unless he begs for your touch.
Ah, but seeing you angry turns him on just as much. The way your brows furrow in frustration, how your voice rises in tone, and your lips pout. As much as he likes being your good boy, he also enjoys being mischievous.
Speaking of lips, he wishes he had them on him right now. His tail picks up its wagging speed from imagining your tongue sliding up and down his length, slobbering and sucking him dry like you always do.
The soft case of the pillow rubs his rigid, bulging veins. His eyes close, concentrating on the feeling, the way his cock pulsates your name in Morse code. His tail wags incessantly behind him; he’s imagining he’s rubbing his length up and down your clit and folds languidly, spreading every single one of your juices all over your pussy before tapping the head of it against your bud a few times to get a sweet yelp from you.
He’d oh so gently sheath himself in your wet, welcoming cavern, pushing in inch by inch, groaning at how tight you are. Your walls would resist at first, clamping hard around him as you try to take him as best as you can.
He mewls softly, hips picking up pace as he finds his peak once again.
His cock twitches tiredly against your pillow, spurting out little beads cum of. He’s surprised he’s not shooting blanks by now. The sheets, pillows, and the countless panties of yours he has strewn on the bed are stained and sticky with his hot seed.
He frowns; it’s all going to waste; that could’ve been used to give you a good knot and breed you full of his offspring.
“Fuck.” He whines softly, dark brown ears flat on his loose hair, stringy from the sweat and humidity of the room.
“Damn it,” he lies down on the bed, thrusting into his palm, visualizing you riding him into the mattress.
Your hips swiveling in teasing grinds, seated right on his lap. You’ll be cooing at him, praising him for each little whine and whimper he chokes on.
“You’re such a good boy.”
“You’re taking it so well.”
“Who’s a good boy? You are, Cho! You are!”
He’d be exploring your body, running his clammy hands up your waist and down your thighs to cope with the overwhelming pleasure.
His tail thumps against the mattress restlessly. If he thought he couldn’t get any harder, he did. Curse his imagination.
His hand barely brushes against his head, and he lurches his hips upwards into the air.
He’s so sensitive, every little thing sets him on fire. What makes things worse, he can’t make it go down at all.
The pillow isn’t cutting it, nor your panties, and definitely not his hand. He got up and back on the bed tiredly, dick still standing tall, sobbing his clear essence.
He’s left with no choice. He grabs his phone from the nightstand and presses on your contact.
He gulps, cock spasming from the sound of your voice.
“Ah…well yes…I need you to come home right now.” He growls, eyes darkening as he hears your voice.
“I’m almost off my shift.” You reassure him. “Are you okay? You sound breathless as hell.”
He sputters, the hairs on his ears standing up. He didn’t think you’d notice.
“I’m… I mean, yeah, just get home quickly? Please?” He practically keens. He’s in a rut he can’t satisfy. He can’t stand another moment without his mate.
You’re quiet on the other side; he can’t even hear you breathing anymore.
“Oh, sorry. I’ll be home soon.”
You grab your stuff and clock out. You recognize that tone in his voice; he’s in a rut. But why? It isn’t that time of the season when he’s constantly horny.
Back at home, Choso has resumed his hopeless tirade of soothing his raging boner. His hand strokes roughly up and down his flushed shaft. He’s crying now, sniffling and mewling from the pain of not having you here to help him.
He’s so pathetic, all because of some chocolates.
He can’t even keep going without his body flinching away from his hand. Just when he’s about to start ugly crying, his ears perk up.
There’s a jingle of keys followed by a door shutting downstairs.
As soon as you step into the house, you can smell his familiar musk all the way from the first floor. You climb up the stairs, slowly making your way to the bedroom. You open the door fully to see Choso on the bed, tears streaking his cheeks and new ones threatening to spill.
His once neatly done pigtails are gone, his hair is a mess, and his bangs are sticking to his forehead. He looks pale and pink at the same time, and the air of his pheromones creates a suffocating atmosphere. His weepy cock is wrapped by his hands.
The bed looks like a canvas dirtied by what you can only imagine as his cum and your panties.
Your precious, expensive Victoria's Secret panties are all damaged beyond salvation.
He’s just a mess. This place IS a mess.
“Choso…” Your voice trails off when your eyes catch the bag near the closet door. You lean over and snatch it from the ground, then you look at the number of wrappers on the floor.
“Choso, how many did you eat?”
He whimpers at how calm you sound. He sits up, ears tense, straining for any sudden reaction.
“Only five…I couldn’t help myself. Are they the reason why I’m like this?!” He sniffles.
“Yeah, Choso, they’re aphrodisiacs! Sex, drugs basically… oh god, Cho, why did you shove unlabeled food in your mouth! Don’t you have any survival instincts? You’re a dog for Christ’s sake!” You scold, taking off your jacket and walking over to him.
“I’m so sorry, I didn- it’s just- just please, please help me. It won’t go down no matter what.” He pleads, eyes watery.
You trusted him by himself, trusted him to not get into anything he’s not supposed to, let alone eat mysterious chocolate.
You lock gazes with him again, lips wobbly and tail tucked between his legs. Ah, but you couldn’t help but feel bad for your sweet boy.
You could imagine him unpacking happily when he got hungry, and he wanted a little snack at the risk of a stomachache.
It wasn’t his fault either; he didn’t know what the chocolates really were or why he felt that way. He wanted to alleviate himself in any way he could and knew how to. He needs you to get better.
“Okay, okay…tell me what you need, baby.” You say, getting on the bed and over him.
His tail picks up its rhythm again, his damp hands gluing themselves to your waist as you settle over his lap.
“Just do anything to make the ache stop, please.” He asks, oh so sweetly.
Denying him would be cruel.
But his crying is so hot.
“Does it feel better if I do this?” Your small hands graze around the base of his shaft, smirking at how easily he moans from a slight touch. You stroke him more deliberately now, starting a slow and torturous motion.
Your pussy clenches at his sob. His breathing is uneven, and he’s biting his lip to contain any other noises that’ll embarrass him.
Your fingers swipe over his dark red mushroom tip, spreading the runny pre cum all around before cupping it and massaging just the top in slowly.
His breathing hitches, hands squeezing your waist so tight you’re sure there’ll be bruises later.
“Feels good, hm?” You croon, leaning forward and peppering kisses all over his face. A stray tear escapes, your tongue darts to catch it, and licks up his cheek.
“Ah…baby. This isn’t enough…” he mewls, brown fluffy ears trembling.
“Not enough? Oh, Cho, you know I’m the one in charge now.” Your hands slide up and down now, your thumb pressing right on the vein underneath.
He moans, a long, drawn-out sound straight out of a porno. High-pitched, as expected from someone overly overstimulated.
“You want to be a good boy, right? Good boys listen and stay still.”
You adjust yourself, face-to-face with his cock. You give him kitty lips, then you engulf him in your mouth, moaning softly at the salty and sweet flavors flowing through your taste buds.
His hips buck upwards involuntarily, another sweet moan ripping from him.
“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum…I’m close…” he warns, a large hand on the back of your head as you hollow your cheeks and suck.
“Please…I need to be inside you. I want to cum, give you my knot. Please, I need it… I need it so bad,” he weeps, hazy eyes staring right at you.
You pull away, smiling subtly.
“Okay, okay. I’ll cave in.”
In a blur, your clothes were on the ground, mixed with his.
You’re lowering yourself onto him, thighs beginning to burn as you try to adjust. God, he’s just so big it’s hard sometimes to take him.
He’s whimpering quietly, watching you struggle. He’s getting impatient, so to distract him, you begin to scratch behind his ear.
He’s making all sorts of noise now, his arms pressing your body against his as he fights the urge to just thrust up into you and fuck you stupid.
“Mgnnngh. Babe…” he gasps.
You moan softly, finally taking him to the hilt.
Your walls are tight and warm. Fluttering crazily around his huge cock, stretching you out, and molding your pussy to his shape.
It’s like his brain rewired, his whole body tensed, then relaxed, as if his body was finally given the antidote for his problem.
“Please…move…I can't hold on any longer.”
You lean on his shoulders, lifting yourself up and down, steadily picking up.
“Don’t move, babe. Be a good boy and stay still.” You pant in his furry ears.
His lips connect with yours, tongues tangling in a messy, sloppy kiss. You swallow every little whine, your arms wrap around his neck as your hips work him into bliss.
“Don’t stop.” He breathes against your mouth, eyes threatening to roll back.
His hands on your waist trail up to massage your breasts, fingerpads pinching and rolling the hardened peaks.
He pulls away, and a string of connecting saliva breaks. He skims your neck with his nose, inhaling your smell deeply. He’s drowning in you, bucking up slightly to meet your movements.
“Babe,” he groans alarmingly, squeezing your hips. “I’m cumming, can I..? Please?”
Your thighs are burning, about to give out, and you nod shakily, knowing what he wants.
In an instant, he flips you over, trapping you in a mean mating press.
His cock is hitting deep inside you, so deep in fact, there was a slight bulge with each violent hit on your spot.
His moans are unrestrained, loud, and whiny. He’s so close to giving you his knot. To breed you with his children.
“Fuck, you don’t know what you do to me,”
His hand reaches between where you are connected, fingers flicking your puffy clit rapidly. Your sighs grow higher with your nails digging into his broad shoulders as your legs fly up, stiffening as you reach your own peak.
“Cumming, cumming gonna fill you with my knot.. You better take it all…let me fill you to the brim,” he growls, pressing your legs harder to the mattress. Your knees are brushing your ears, but it’s not like you notice anyway.
Your vision is blurry, your ears are ringing, and his touch feels hot.
He pounds into you harshly, then he stutters, grunting as he bottoms out, and his cum fills your womb. His knot begins to form, you gasp at the warm feeling in your tummy, squirming under him from the slight stinging of the growing knot. There’s a visible bulge in your tummy now.
He kisses you slowly, moving your hair from your face.
“You okay?” He asks quietly, eyes half-lidded.
You nod slowly. “Mhm. Are you feeling better now? Those chocolates were strong.”
He lets out a strained chuckle. “You don’t say?” He shifts as best as he can without hurting you.
“But yeah, I’m okay. I think.”
You close your eyes, soaking up the intimate moment as his knot goes down when your hand brushes against one of your ruined thongs.
Your eyes snap open, and you glare lightly at him.
He gulps, looking like a guilty puppy, which he is.
“I’ll replace them all, I swear. It’s just that the heat of the moment and all that-“
You shush him with a kiss, shaking your head in amusement.
“It’s fine, it’s just cotton.” You sigh. “I should’ve told you about the bag, but anyway, what were you doing eating chocolate in the first place? Isn’t that like... bad for you?”
“Uhmm, actually, I knew they were aphrodisiacs. I was curious and wanted to try them out. I thought the first one wasn’t working, so I ate more. Didn’t turn out so good now, did it?” He confesses, avoiding your gaze. His ears are once again flat on his scalp.
Now you’re really mad at him.
“Choso, are you serious? Bad boy!”
He flinches, a downcast look washing over him.
Then you feel a twitch inside you.
Wait...is he getting hard again?
A/n: yay it's out of my mind and on the internet. Sukuna drabble perchance this weekend?
