You made the mistake of introducing cock warming to your already clingy boyfriend
Choso x reader; MDNI (18+)
You created a monster.
That's what you told yourself every time Choso looked at you with those dark, pleading puppy eyes—the ones that made your stomach flip and your resolve crumble entirely. It was an innocent suggestion at first, something you'd mentioned casually one lazy afternoon when he'd been particularly clingy, his large frame draped over you like a weighted blanket.
"Have you ever heard of cock warming?" you'd asked, fingers threading through his dark hair.
The way his eyes had widened, curious and hungry, should have been your first warning.
Now, three weeks later, you couldn't escape it. Choso had become utterly obsessed.
"Please?" His voice rumbled against your neck as you stood in the kitchen trying to make dinner. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you could feel him already half-hard against your lower back. "Just for a little while?"
"Choso, I'm cooking—"
"I'll be good," he whined, lips brushing your ear. "I promise, please?.."
That neediness in his voice always got you. The way this powerful man, capable of such devastating strength, reduced himself to begging just to be inside you, to feel your warmth around him. Not fucking, not even really sexual—just close.
You've learned quickly that Choso craved intimacy in ways he didn't quite understand himself. Having been denied human connection for so long, he'd latched onto this particular act more than you thought he would, yearning to feel you wrapped around him, squeezing him.
"After dinner," you promised, and felt him deflate slightly against you, though he didn't move away, only resting his chin against your shoulder in defeat, puffing out his cheeks.
"You always say that."
"And I always follow through, no?"
He hummed in, finally releasing you but still staying close, watching you cook with those wide eyes that tracked your every movement. You knew what he was thinking, how soon he could have you? How long were you gonna let him stay inside this time?
Without missing a beat, a few hours after dinner, Choso emerged from the bedroom with his controller and that look again. That pleading ‘too afraid to ask’ look.
"I was going to play for a bit," he started, eyes studying you, “wanna keep me…company?"
You lowered your book, looking at your puppy like boyfriend. "Choso."
"Please?" There it was—that soft, desperate whiny tone to his voice. He moved closer to you, kneeling in front of the couch, tossing his controller on the side so he could slid his hands across your thighs, pressing his fingertips gently into them. "I've been thinking about it all day, during training, during dinner... I just want to feel you."
"So needy."
"Your fault, I never ask for anything else please," he countered, and he wasn't wrong. Choso could go days without traditional sex, but this—this he craved constantly. The warmth, the connection, the intimate weight of you on his lap while he lost himself in whatever game currently held his attention, yourself just drifting into his arms while keeping him warm…
You sighed, but not a tired one, never for this at least, setting your book aside. "Fine. But I'm not moving off even if you get too excited."
His face lit up in a way that made your heart jump. "I'll behave, I promise!"
He never did, but you'd stopped minding since you enjoyed it probably just as much as he did.
Minutes later, you found yourself straddling his lap on the gaming chair, your sleep shorts and panties discarded, his sweatpants pushed down just enough. The stretch always made you gasp—Choso was thick, and taking him without much preparation required slow, careful movements.
But it really wasn’t much of a hassle, the sight of him yearning to feel you around him was just enough to get you worked up and ready for him.
"Fuck," he breathed, head fell back as you sank down onto him slowly, making sure he felt every inch of himself sink further into you. His hands gripped your hips, trembling with the effort of staying still. "God you feel good." He sighed like a smoker who’d taken their first drag of smoke after a long day, a soft whine leaving his lips.
You left a soft kiss to his lips, blowing a few praises at him before you wrapped your arms around his neck, chin resting between his shoulder and neck.
His arms wrapped around you in response, holding you close as he reached for the controller. The game loaded, familiar music filling the room, and you felt him relax beneath you, that tension holding onto his shoulders finally easing.
This was what he loved, the intimacy of it, the trust. You, wrapped around him, keeping him warm and grounded while he played. Just the two of you enjoying each others presence wihout having to speak.
It was peaceful, you dozed off against his shoulder, lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soft sounds of the game. His cock stayed hard inside you, twitching occasionally, but he remained still and good just as he promised.
But sometimes it could get long, you loved it of course! But you loved how easy Choso is to get worked up and you couldn't help but to play with that a little, just the simple act of clenching around his length had him throbbing against your walls.
You stirred against his neck, still drowsy from your power nap, and squeezed around him—just once, a gentle clench to test his reaction.
His breath caught for a second, you felt him throb inside you, his fingers tightened around the controller.
"Thought you were tired," He hummed at you through his arousal, eyes still focused on the screen in front of him.
You just shrugged and did it again.
A low sound escaped him this time—barely audible but since your ear was pressed to his neck you could hear everything. His breathing went shallow, chest rising and falling more rapidly beneath you. He adjusted his grip around the controller, trying to get some steadiness.
You squeezed again, smiling at how good he was reacting.
"Shit—" It came out strangled. His whole body tensed up, the smallest whine slipping out of him before he could stop it. Still, he kept his eyes on the game, jaw clenched, trying so hard to stay still just like you asked.
You clenched again, tighter this time.
His hips twitched up involuntarily. A broken moan escaping him, his breathing turned ragged—short, heavy gasps he couldn't control. You felt him pulse inside you, felt the trembling in his arms as he let go of the controller fully now, wrapping his arms and hands around you.
He tried muffling the sounds by hiding his face in the crook of your neck, which was completely ineffective.
The game sounds continued in the background, but his focus was gone. Every squeeze had him making soft, desperate noises—mewls and whines and groans he couldn't suppress, you loved hearing him like this. His grip on you turned almost bruising, his whole body shaking with the effort of staying still, to be good for you.
One more clench.
"I can't—" His voice broke. the chair creaking beneath you, holding you impossibly tight as his hips rocked inside of you slightly, barely, just the smallest movement into you to chase some relief. "I'm gonna—"
“Already Cho?” You hummed against his ear, knowing the chokehold you had on him. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, your hand finding his hair before you squeezed around him one last time.
He came with a choked moan, spilling inside you as he trembled through it, his face buried in your neck. His hips thrusted deep inside you once, but no desperate fucking to catch his relief no no— just you milking him fully with the way your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper each time he throbbed inside of you.
You stayed like that, his cum leaking warm at his base as neither of you moved. His breathing slowly evened out against your neck, his arms still wrapped tight around you.
After a long moment, he let out a low laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest into yours, lifting his head to finally look at that mischievous smile spread across your face. "I think I should be the one telling you to stay good, not the other way around."
You smiled against his shoulder, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "Maybe."
He pressed a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers weaving through your hair, gentle despite how tightly he'd been gripping you moments before trying to catch his high.
You lifted your head up, meeting with his half-lidded eyes, still hazy but there was something so loving in them, admiring you in the most intimate way like he always did.
You would stay on him like this for another while, Choso not letting you go anywhere as he went back to his game.
You created a monster, one that couldn’t get enough of feeling you wrapped around him.
Choso’s cockhead is flushed a deep, angry pink, swollen and glistening, the slit weeping a steady stream of precum that drips down the shaft in glossy trails. You press the buzzing vibrator flush against it, silicone head kissing the hypersensitive tip, and his whole body jerks—hips snapping up, wrists yanking hard against the ties binding him to the headboard.
“P-please,” he whimpers, voice cracking like glass, “please, baby, I- I can’t-”
You swirl the toy in slow, cruel circles, teasing his sweetspot, watching his thighs tremble and his abs clench with every pass. “Nngh-fuck-s'too much-!”
His cock twitches violently, another bead of precum forced out by the relentless vibration. You drag the vibe down the underside, then back up, pressing harder into the slit. “Pleasepleaseplease- I’ll be good, I swear, just-ahh-let me come, please-”
You lean in, lips brushing his ear. “Not yet, pretty boy. You wanted to be mine tonight.”
He sobs, head thrashing, dark hair sticking to his sweat-slick forehead. “I’m yours- I’m yours, baby, please- s'too good, I can’t-nnh-gonna break-”
You slide the toy along his shaft, lingering at the ridge, then back to the tip—buzzing, buzzing, buzzing. His back arches clean off the bed, wrists straining, veins bulging in his forearms. “Fuckfuckfuck- I’m gonna-no, wait, wait-!”
A dry orgasm rips through him—his cock pulsing, nothing left to give, hips stuttering into the air. “Baby-” he gasps, tears spilling down his temples, “hurts s'good-please, I can’t take more-”
You kiss the tears away, thumb stroking his cheek. “One more, Cho. For me.”
He whines a soft, shattered sound and nods, hips canting up into the torment. “Anything- anything for you-aah-love you, love you-”
You press the vibrator hard against his tip again, circling, relentless. His thighs quake, cock jerking with every buzz, the flushed head so sensitive it’s shiny with overstimulation. “N-no- yes- fuck-”
Another orgasm. Weaker, painful, perfect—his body convulsing, a thin spurt of cum forced out despite being drained dry. “Thankyouthankyouthankyou-”
You ease the vibe off, let it buzz against his inner thigh instead, watching him twitch and whimper. His cock is ruined—twitching, leaking, the tip an obscene shade of red. “Please,” he sobs, voice hoarse, “one more-can’t stop-need it s'bad baby-”
You toss the toy aside, slide down his body, and take the swollen, oversensitive head into your mouth. The first wet swirl of your tongue rips a broken wail from him; tears flood his eyes and spill over instantly.
“B-baby-” he chokes, full-body sobs shaking his bound frame, “your mouth- fuck, I love your mouth-”
You hollow your cheeks, suck gently, and he shatters: hips jerking, wrists yanking against the ties, tears streaming down his temples as he comes with a raw, keening cry.
“Love you- love you- thank you-!”
You finally let him rest and untie his wrists. He collapses onto you, trembling, clinging like you’re his lifeline. You kiss his forehead, his tears, his swollen lips. “You did so good for me, cho.” you whisper.
Pairing: puppy!Choso x owner!reader
cw: SMUTTT, subby whiny pervy dog hybrid choso, owner reader, fem!reader, panty sniffing, scenting, riding him, choso cries, cumplay, degrading him a bit, punishment... he calls reader mistress/ma'am, light slapping, not proofread lols
for this ask <3 and mommy @mimuju
Choso was a good boy.
The best boy.
He's your good boy, could do no wrong.
You thought as much.
He's been your cute stay-at-home-hybrid for a while now, finally comfortable enough to not be as shy around you.
Choso was on the more timid side, but he'd make sure he's always around you when you're home.
Sitting next to you at the breakfast table, thigh against thigh, his tail wagging and smacking against the leg of the chair. You liked his presence, letting him steal food from your plate, wiping his cheek with your thumb when he got a bit messy.
He wanted to watch everything with you, getting startled by horror movies- you had to hold the sweet boy and scratch behind his ears. You loved it though, getting to coo and laugh at him when he trembled from a jumpscare.
He slowly had moved to your bedroom instead of his designated room, sleeping besides you, sometimes at the foot of the bed if you weren't in the mood to get snuggled up with a man that could engulf your whole form in his arms.
But that was rare.
You let him lay his head on your chest, place soft kisses on his hair and listen to his breath.
If there was a thunderstorm outside, then you'd huddle up under blankets with him and read to him as a distraction from the loud thundering sound and howling winds.
He did get a bit… touchy though, nosing and trying to scent you in the middle of the night when he thought you were fully passed out.
…You liked it.
He could smell how turned on you'd get, the lovely way your panties became damp and your cunts hole would flutter.
He wanted to have a lick… get your flavor in his mouth.
But he was good, just shifting to try and go to sleep, even if he had the most delicious smelling treat right under his nose.
When you went for walks at the park, he behaved well and stayed near. Choso was actually fairly frightened by the other demihumans.
Especially that mean looking pink tiger guy… or the gray wolf.
Choso wasn't some meek weakling but he preferred to stay hip to hip with you… in case he had to protect you, not the other way around… definitely.
Back to him being the bestest boy ever.
He wasn't.
Choso was a little pervert.
Like any dog would be.
He gave you sad puppy eyes when you left for work, whining about missing you- all to get a kiss on his droopy expression before you left and closed the door.
He did miss you, he didn't lie about that.
But that pouty act turned into one of pure neediness.
He had started off tame… going into your bedroom, rummaging trough your underwear drawer to get his paws on the fresh laundry, bringing it up to his face to sniff.
Then put them back.
You never knew.
Then he got bolder, sitting on the bathroom floor and pouring the dirty laundry basket out on the tiles, picking your most recently worn clothes up to roll in, laying on his back while smushing a pair of filthy panties to his face. As if you would be on his face.
And then he would shove all of it back into the basket and go laze about on your bed.
You NEVER knew.
One morning you had given him a bye bye peck on the lips, something you had never done before but he had been on the brink of tears, kneeling while tugging at your jeans, ears all flat and tail between his thighs. He was being extra clingy.
So a little kiss was sure to cheer him up.
A bit too much.
Late afternoon- and you return back home, exhausted from work and in need of a shower and a good meal. And some love and attention from your house dog.
"Choso! Puppy, I'm home…" You yawn out, toeing your shoes off and dropping your bag on the little table in your hallway.
Choso, the precious boy he was, rushed over and hugged you, his frame folding over you.
You couldn't help but giggle when he nosed at your neck, acting all cute. Not trying to taste you, no not at all.
He had acted normal throughout dinner, maybe a bit more… nosy than usual.
Nothing was amiss.
Until you were picking out some clothes to change into after you took a shower.
T shirt.. check… sweatpants… check… chewed up panties… check.
…
chewed up panties?
You lifted the cotton pair up by the sides.
There was a hole… a big one… bit right out from where your pussy would go if you wore them-
You don't remember moths having such a big appetite.
Your stupid mutt of a hybrid had gotten into your underwear.
He had gotten a little bit too excited and had decided he NEEDED a taste.
So what else was he supposed to do? Not take a chunk out of your favorite pair?
You tossed the ripped up thing to the bed and groaned, rubbing a hand over your forehead.
"CHOSO."
He was in the room before you could even finish the full word, on his knees and a trembling bottom lip sticking out, tail neatly tucked under his thighs and black furred ears down on his skull.
"Yes, mistress..?"
You glanced over to the bed.
He did too-
Oh no.
I mean, what did he expect would happen.
Leaving evidence right where you'd find it.
Silly boy.
The kneeling hybrids face started to heat up, looking to the floor where his hands were.
"…Wasn't me.."
"Who then? The undie ripping fairy? The pervert gnome of panty land?"
"…Both of them…"
You went silent, eyes staring down at his.
He whimpered, shifting uncomfortably under your glare.
"Choso, be good. Tell me what happened, seriously."
"I.. i didn't mean to… swear it."
"Choso Kamo."
He bit the inside of his cheek, head tipping forwards and hanging. His dark locks falling over his face to cover the guilty look.
His tail was starting to slooowwly slide back and forth across the floor.
Was he enjoying this?
You ran the hand from your forehead down your face.
"I did it…ma'am.."
"Why?"
"Wanted to smell you… but.. but also taste so i…"
"Taste and smell… what else, touch and lick?" You scoffed, making a sarcastic remark.
But he nodded, finally lifting his chin back up to have his chocolate irises meet your annoyed ones.
"May i, mistress?"
"May you? You tore up my favourite pair and now you want to get some? Fine. But you won't like it. "
You tried to threaten him, but he didn't look all that scared.
Not until you grabbed him by the hair and made him scoot forward, clumsy hands clinging to the backsides of your thighs. That pitiful little face he was making made you want to forgive him, but he deserved to be punished.
You stepped a bit wider, shoving his face between your legs.
This earned you a whine from him, unsure what to do now… the scent of you filling his nose and making his fluffy tail thump around on the flooring.
"Don't look so excited, damn mutt."
Choso shuddered from the mean name, peering up at you, tongue already darting out to try and lick at the fabric of your pants.
You unbuttoned your jeans, letting the not so guilty looking hybrid watch you unzip and tug the waistband down.
Before you could even get them past your thighs he was trying to lap at the front of your filly panties- canines lightly pulling on the material.
Someone was hungry.
"Look at you… now hold on, you can't taste unless i allow it." You chuckle, pulling him away by his hair.
Poor Choso was already sniffling, unable to tear his eyes away from the damp fabric clinging to invitingly to your puffy folds, hands gripping into his own sweats.
"Please….mistress… please."
You tutted.
How impatient.
You pulled him up from his knees, pushing him onto the soft bed- ripped up panties forgotten underneath him.
You didn't want to let him get what he wanted the most. To get to touch and bite at your skin.
So the best course of action?
Forcing him to lay down, tugging his sweatpants down just enough so you could sit on his weepy cock. It looked like it was crying by how much precum was oozing out.
Your clothed pussy formed around it, thighs trapping his legs underneath yours.
"No touching."
"Yes ma'am."
It was a pitiful sight, his ears floppy and his eyes glossy, unable to look away where your bodies were rubbing together- and his hands, oh his desperate hands, trying to lay flat on the bedsheets beside his sides.
You didn't slide your soaked panties to the side until he started to buck his hips.
Obviously his cock was obscenely large, with a plump knotting bump at the end. Not to mention how pretty his happy trail was, your hands pressing down on his lower stomach to hold him still while shifting and helping the leaky cockhead find your sopping hole.
Thwap slap thwap slap slap!
Your hips bounced up and down, ass meeting his trembling thighs, the wet sounds of skin meeting skin filled the usual wholesome bedroom air.
All he could do was… well.. cry. And let out whimpers of your name- too overwhelmed.
He was sobbing, nose scrunched up and his eyes blinking out pearly tears before shutting completely, fingers gripping into the bedsheets so hard they might tear.
"Misuhh…mistthhrurress…" He hiccuped out your title over and over again.
You leaned over, grabbing his face with one hand, the other bracing your weight on his abs.
"Cmon, look at me, you crybaby. You did this to yourself."
He refused to open his eyes, trying to squirm out of your hold.
Smack!
You have his cheek a light slap before leaning back, making sure to clench around him for a torturous squeeze.
"Bad puppy."
You didn't even let him cum inside, getting off right at the last moment.
And the thick load splurted out all over his own chest and face. Nowhere near where he would have liked to get it on… or in.
Lesson learned?
For now, maybe.
You weren't that cruel… you scooped up the whiteish liquid in your fingers and fed it to him.
That counted as cleanup.
Fine, he got a proper cuddle session and a short lecture about eating your clothes.
Didn't mean you knew about all the other stuff he had done before getting caught this one time.
You’d been asking him for twenty minutes, shamelessly relentless, until Toji finally let out a heavy sigh and shifted over you. Even then, he refused to give you his full weight. He braced his knees on the mattress on either side of your head, his thick, scarred thighs framing your vision as he hovered just inches above your mouth.
"You're annoying, you know that?" he grumbled, his voice a low, gravelly vibration in the dark room.
You didn't answer, just tilted your chin up and caught him. The moment your tongue swiped firmly against his slick heat, the tension in Toji's heavy frame snapped. He didn't stay hovering for long. As you worked your tongue in broad, demanding strokes, his hips started to drop. He began grinding down against your mouth, a slow, desperate roll of his hips that forced you deeper against his center.
His breathing roughened, turning into sharp, jagged hitches. He gripped the headboard, his knuckles turning white as he chased the friction. You added two fingers, sliding them inside and hooking upward. Toji's breath hitched violently. He was practically riding your face now, his heavy muscles twitching with every frantic thrust of his hips as he ground down onto your tongue.
Then, without warning, his entire body stiffened up.
Toji let out a sharp, breathless gasp. His back arched, and a sudden, heavy rush of hot fluid sprayed directly across your mouth and cheeks. It wasn't just a leak; he was actively squirting, his internal muscles pulsing frantically around your fingers as the sheer volume of it coated your lower face.
The room went dead silent, save for the sound of his ragged breathing.
Toji froze completely. The strength gave out in his arms, and he dropped down, his knees taking his weight as he stared blindly at the wall. He looked down at you, his usually sharp green eyes blown wide in absolute, stunned disbelief. He was completely speechless, a dark flush rapidly climbing up his thick neck and spreading across his scarred chest. He just stared at the wet mess on your face, his mouth slightly parted, trying to process what his body had just done.
You pulled your fingers out slowly and swiped the back of your hand across your chin, catching the slick fluid. You looked up at his shocked, flushed face and smirked.
"Damn, Toji," you said, your voice low and cocky. "Didn't know I could work you out like that."
His jaw snapped shut. For a long, heavy second, he just stared at the wet mess covering your lower face. The deep red flush burned all the way to the tips of his ears.
"Shut up," he finally grated out, his voice a full octave lower than usual, completely raw. He dragged a heavy hand down his face, deliberately breaking eye contact. "Don't act like you did something special. I just... it's been a long week."
You didn't wipe the smirk off your face, letting your eyes drop meaningfully to where his thighs were still trembling against the mattress.
"Stop looking at me like that," he snapped, though the harshness of his tone was completely ruined by the way his breath caught at the end of the sentence. He shifted his weight, suddenly hyper-aware of his own body and the undeniable evidence he'd left all over you. He reached down, his large, calloused thumb aggressively wiping at your chin and cheek, trying to scrub away the proof. "Wipe your damn face. You look stupid grinning like that."
You chuckled, catching his wrist and leaning up to kiss the inside of his palm. He flinched, but he didn't pull his hand away.
"I'm serious," he warned, his chest still heaving as he finally forced himself to look back down at you. His green eyes were dark, defensive, but blown wide with lingering heat. "You utter a word of this to anyone, and I'm putting you through a wall. You just caught me off guard. Don't let it go to your head."
He let out a rough, shaky breath, trying to summon his usual intimidating aura, but he was still straddling you, completely laid bare and visibly shaken.
"Now are you gonna get up," he muttered, his voice dropping into a needy, impatient growl as his hips twitched involuntarily against you, "or are you just gonna lay there looking smug all night? Because I still have an ache you need to take care of."
You didn't argue. You just reached up, gripping the back of his thick neck, and pulled him down. He didn't resist, collapsing his heavy frame over yours. He caught your lips in a quick, rough kiss, tasting the salt and slick of himself on your mouth without a single complaint.
He broke the kiss just as fast, turning his head to bury his flushed face deep into the crook of your neck. He let out a long, heavy exhale, his massive chest expanding against yours as he snuggled closer, his solid weight pinning you to the mattress. He was still trembling slightly, his arms wrapping around your shoulders in a tight, grounding hold.
"Just shut up and touch me," he mumbled into your skin, the last of his fight completely drained out of him.
satoru .g
The sheets were a tangled wreck underneath you both. You were twisted up in a breathless 69, Satoru’s ridiculously long legs straddling your shoulders while his face hovered right over your hips. He had your cock in his hand, his lips parted to finally take you in, but the second your tongue swiped firmly against his slick heat, his jaw just slacked.
He was far too distracted by what you were doing to his pussy to actually focus on sucking your dick. He tried, ducking his head down, but as you dragged your tongue right over his most sensitive spot, he let out a sharp gasp and lost his grip entirely. He ended up just panting hot air against your thighs, his long fingers abandoning their task to twist deeply into your hair instead.
"Hold on, let me—ah!" Satoru gasped, a breathless, exhilarated laugh bubbling out of him as he failed to focus for the third time. "You’re doing that on purpose. You’re not even letting me start."
You didn't let up. You gripped his thighs, holding him steady as you worked your tongue in broad, demanding strokes. Satoru was incredibly vocal, his hips rolling eagerly and shamelessly against your mouth as he completely surrendered to the sensation. The room was filled with the wet, heavy sounds of the friction and his ragged breathing.
He arched his lower back, pushing himself deeper against your face. You took the invitation, sliding two fingers deep inside him and hooking upward to hit that internal sweet spot, keeping a relentless, punishing pace with your tongue.
Satoru’s breath hitched violently. He completely abandoned the idea of the 69, his head dropping back against the mattress as he practically rode your face. His long frame arched completely off the bed, his thighs trembling uncontrollably against your cheeks as the overstimulation built up higher and faster than he was ready for.
"Yeah, right there," he stuttered out, his voice pitching higher. "Don't stop, don't—fuck!"
A violent, full-body shudder ripped through his long frame as the last of his control completely broke.
Satoru let out a loud, sharp cry, his fingers pulling taut against your scalp. His hips buckled hard, and a sudden, heavy rush of hot fluid sprayed directly across your mouth, chin, and cheeks. He was shaking, his internal muscles clenching in frantic, wet waves around your fingers, completely coating your lower face.
He collapsed down onto your legs, his chest heaving as he gasped for air. For a split second, there was total silence in the room, except for the sound of the bed creaking.
Then, Satoru shot up. He pushed himself onto his hands, craning his neck to look down at your face. His bright blue eyes were blown incredibly wide, but there wasn't a single hint of embarrassment in them. Instead, a massive, thrilled grin broke out across his flushed face.
"Holy shit!" he laughed out loud, completely breathless and amazed. "Did I just do that?!"
You pulled your fingers out slowly, swiping the back of your hand across your slick chin. You looked up at his wide, excited eyes and smirked, your tone perfectly cocky and satisfied.
"Damn, Satoru," you teased, your voice low. "Didn't know I could make you flood like that. Look at the mess you made."
"Are you kidding?! That was incredible!" he beamed, completely unashamed of the sheer volume of slick covering your face.
He shifted his long frame immediately, abandoning the 69 entirely to slide his legs down and fully straddle your waist. He leaned down over you, practically vibrating with lingering adrenaline, and didn't even hesitate before pressing a wet, messy kiss right to your lips. He tasted himself on you without a second thought, his tongue swiping lazily at the corner of your mouth.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, his flush deepening but his grin turning distinctly teasing. He reached out, tapping a finger right on your slick chin.
"You look really good wearing me, by the way," he hummed, his tone playfully arrogant. He let out a happy, exhausted sigh and dropped his weight, snuggling his face right into the crook of your neck. His heart was hammering a frantic rhythm against your chest, and his arms wrapped tight around your shoulders.
"You're an absolute genius," he murmured happily against your collarbone, his hips still twitching involuntarily against you. "But now I have to clean up my mess. So lay back, because it's my turn to focus... and I'm going to take my sweet time draining you completely dry."
choso. k
You had him pulled right to the edge of the mattress, his back flat against the sheets while you knelt on the floor between his legs. It was an incredibly vulnerable position, and Choso was visibly hesitant. His hands were gripping tightly at the bedsheets, his knuckles turning stark white, and every time you leaned in even an inch, his thighs would reflexively try to snap shut against your sides.
"Wait," he breathed, his voice tight and nervous. A dark, heavy blush was already dusting his pale cheeks, spreading down his neck and over his collarbones. "It's... I'm already too sensitive right now. Maybe we should just—"
You didn't let him finish. You reached out, gently but firmly catching his wrists, prying his fingers away from the bunched-up fabric of the sheets and pinning his hands flat to the mattress by his sides. Then, you slid your arms under his knees, hooking his pale legs securely over your shoulders. It opened him up completely to your view, leaving him entirely exposed.
Choso let out a shaky, embarrassed whine, turning his head sharply to the side so he wouldn't have to look at you. He squeezed his eyes shut, his chest rising and falling in shallow, nervous hitches.
"Just relax for me," you murmured, leaning in close enough that your breath fanned over his slick skin.
The moment your tongue traced a long, slow, deliberate path right over his center, Choso let out a startled, high-pitched gasp. His entire body jolted like he’d been struck by lightning. He was so incredibly pent-up and sensitive that even the lightest, teasing pressure felt like a massive shock to his system. He tried to squirm backward, instinctively trying to pull away from the overwhelming sensation, but your grip on his hips kept him anchored right at the edge of the bed.
"It's too much," he whimpered, tears immediately welling in his dark eyes and spilling over the bridge of his nose. "Please, I can't... I can't take it, it's too much..."
He was pleading, shaking his head against the pillows, but his body was completely betraying him. Even as he cried out for you to stop, his hips were instinctively bucking upward, his breathing turning into wet, ragged gasps as he chased the very friction he claimed was too intense.
You answered his frantic movements by sliding two fingers deep inside his soaking heat, curling them upward to hit a steady, rhythmic pace while your tongue worked him over without a single ounce of mercy.
Choso became a complete wreck. He was sobbing openly now, sweet, musical sounds of pure sensory overload leaving his lips. His head thrashed against the pillows, his dark hair a tangled, sweat-dampened mess. His stomach muscles jumped and twitched with every stroke of your tongue, the overstimulation rapidly pushing him past the point of rational thought.
"Please!" he sobbed out, his voice cracking as his toes curled so tight they cramped. "Ah! I'm—I'm gonna—!"
A violent, full-body shudder ripped through him as he finally shattered.
Choso let out a loud, ruined wail, his back arching off the mattress so hard he practically lifted himself into the air. A sudden, heavy rush of hot fluid sprayed directly across your face.
The heavy, intense rush of it left him completely drained. His body went limp, collapsing back onto the mattress with a heavy thud. His chest rose and fell in sharp, desperate gasps as the last of the tremors worked their way through his thighs.
All Choso could do was lay there and pant.
Then, Choso slowly opened his tear-filled eyes, peering down at you through his damp lashes, his chest still heaving. When he finally focused on your face—when he saw the sheer volume of slick dripping from your chin and painting your cheeks—his breath hitched violently in his throat.
He froze completely. A look of pure, unadulterated shock washed over his pale features, his lips parting in silent horror. The red flush on his face that seemed to consume him entirely.
You pulled your fingers out with a soft, wet pop, slowly swiping the back of your hand across your slick chin. You looked up at his horrified, flustered face, letting a slow, incredibly self-satisfied smirk cross your lips.
"And here you were begging me to wait," you teased, your voice low and perfectly cocky in the quiet room. "Look at the absolute mess you just made of my face. You must have really been dying for this."
A pathetic, utterly mortified squeak left his throat.
"I—I'm so sorry!" he stammered, his voice trembling with sheer panic, shame, and overwhelming embarrassment. He immediately scrambled upward, his shaking hands reaching out to frantically cup your jaw, his thumbs trying to wipe at your slick-covered cheeks. "I didn't mean to—I don't know what happened! I'm so sorry, you're covered in it, I ruined everything, I—"
You chuckled, catching his trembling wrists to stop his frantic, messy apologies. You leaned forward, tilting his chin up, and pressed a quick, wet kiss right to his trembling lips, tasting the salt and slick of him, shutting him up instantly.
Choso melted into the kiss the second your lips met his, a soft, needy whimper vibrating in the back of his throat. When you pulled back, his eyes were wide and beautifully dazed, his blind panic instantly replaced by a heavy, adoration-filled heat that he couldn't hide.
Before he could find his voice to start apologizing all over again, he just gave up. He slumped forward with a heavy sigh, sliding right off the pillows to wrap his arms tightly around your neck. He buried his burning, tear-stained face deep into the crook of your shoulder, absolutely desperate to hide from your cocky gaze.
"You're terrible," he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and shaky, though he was clinging to you like a lifeline, his bare thighs still trembling where they bracketed your waist. "Please don't look at me right now... just hold me for a second."
mahito
You had him hoisted up onto the edge of the heavy wooden desk, standing squarely between his legs. Mahito was leaning back on his hands, swinging his bare heels against the back of your thighs and giggling that manic, grating laugh of his. He was treating the whole thing like a game, his mismatched eyes bright with chaotic amusement as he looked down at you.
"Is this supposed to be intimidating?" he teased, a wide, stitched grin stretching across his face. He tilted his head, completely unbothered. "C'mon, you look so serious! Are you really going to just stare, or are you actually going to—ah!"
His mocking laughter was completely cut off the second you stepped in close and dragged your teeth lightly up the sensitive skin of his inner thigh. You didn't give him what he wanted right away. Instead, you took your time, deliberately teasing him. You mapped out the patchwork lines of his skin with slow, agonizingly light laps of your tongue, completely ignoring his slick center while hovering just inches away from it.
Mahito shifted on the hard wood of the desk, his grin faltering. "Hey. Stop messing around. That tickles."
You smirked against his skin and traced a slow circle just outside his heat, blowing a warm breath over him. Mahito’s breath hitched, a sudden, involuntary shiver running down his spine. His hands gripped the edge of the desk tighter.
"I said stop playing," he grumbled, his voice losing its playful edge, dipping into something much more impatient and needy. "Just do it already!"
"Impatient, aren't we?" you hummed.
Then, you finally gave it to him. You gripped his thighs, your fingers digging firmly into his pale skin to hold him in place, and buried your face against him. The second your tongue swiped firmly and relentlessly against his core, the change in him was instantaneous.
The playful arrogance melted entirely off his face, replaced by a look of wide-eyed, frantic overstimulation. He jerked backward, his spine snapping straight, but you didn't let him retreat. You worked your tongue in sharp, demanding strokes, refusing to let up the pressure. He wasn't used to being overwhelmed, usually twisting and reshaping himself out of any corner, but his body was completely betraying him.
"Wait, wait—stop!" he gasped out, his fingers tangling desperately into your hair. He tried to squirm away, letting out a series of high, breathless whines, but his hips were instinctively bucking forward against your mouth. "I can't—it feels too—!"
You answered his frantic movements by sliding two fingers deep inside his soaking heat, hooking upward to hit that deep, internal pulse.
Mahito’s entire body went completely rigid. His breath caught violently in his throat, his jaw dropping open in a silent scream as the sheer intensity of the overstimulation shattered his chaotic facade. His heels dug sharply into your lower back, his pale thighs trembling uncontrollably against your cheeks.
Then, the tension finally snapped.
A violent, full-body shudder ripped through him. Mahito let out a loud, high-pitched cry, his back arching off the desk as a sudden, splash of warm fluid sprayed onto you.
The heavy rush left him entirely drained. He collapsed forward, his chest heaving as he gasped for air, his forehead coming to rest heavily against the top of your head.
Mahito slowly pushed himself up, blinking rapidly as his dazed eyes finally focused on your face. When he saw the sheer volume of slick dripping from your chin and painting your shirt, his breath caught in his throat.
He froze completely. The manic, unhinged curse was rendered completely speechless. A look of pure, unadulterated shock washed over his patchwork features, his mouth falling open. A dark, violent flush erupted across his pale cheeks, burning right through the stitches on his face and spreading all the way down his neck.
You looked up at his horrified, flustered expression, letting a slow, incredibly cocky smirk cross your lips as you wiped his essence off you. You didn't wipe all of it away, letting him stare at exactly what he’d done.
"Well," you teased, your voice low and deeply satisfied in the quiet room. "That’s certainly one way to finally shut you up."
A pathetic, mortified squeak left his throat.
"You talk all that big game," you continued, stepping into the space between his thighs and crowding him against the edge of the desk. "But you completely flood the second I put a little effort in. Didn't know you had it in you to make such a massive mess of me. Look at you. You made a puddle."
"I—what?!" he stammered, his voice trembling with sheer panic and overwhelming embarrassment. He looked entirely stripped of his usual bravado, his shaking hands hovering in the air as if he didn't know what to do with them. "I didn't—I don't even know what just happened! You—you cheated! You did something weird to me, you must have used a cursed technique, I—!"
You chuckled, catching his trembling wrists to stop his frantic, messy excuses. You leaned forward, tilting his chin up, and pressed a quick, wet kiss right to his trembling lips, tasting the salt and slick of him, shutting his rambling up instantly.
Mahito melted into the kiss the second your lips met his, a soft, needy whimper vibrating in the back of his throat. All the fight left his body. When you pulled back, his eyes were wide and beautifully dazed, his panic instantly replaced by a heavy, pliant heat.
Before he could find his voice to start arguing again, he just gave up. He slumped forward with a heavy sigh, sliding right off the edge of the desk to wrap his arms tightly around your neck. He buried his burning, flushed face deep into the crook of your shoulder, his chaotic energy entirely snuffed out.
"You're so mean to me," he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and shaky, though he was clinging to you like a lifeline, his bare thighs wrapping securely around your waist to hold himself up against you. "Shut up... don't look at me right now... just carry me to the bed."
suguru. g
You had been begging him for weeks. Every time you backed him against a wall, cornered him in the kitchen, or tried to pull him down onto the bed, Suguru would just offer that perfectly serene, frustratingly composed smile of his. He’d brush a hand through your hair, gently kiss your forehead, and murmur, "Soon. I just want it to be the right time and place. We shouldn't rush these things."
He was incredibly private, highly protective of his own vulnerability, and utterly obsessed with maintaining total control over himself and his environment. He hated the idea of feeling exposed or caught off guard.
But tonight, his elegant little excuses had finally run out.
He was seated deep in the plush, dark velvet armchair in the corner of his dimly lit bedroom, his long, dark hair tied back loosely. You were kneeling on the floor right between his parted thighs. Even now, with his legs spread for you, he was trying so hard to maintain that aura of untouchable grace. He rested one elbow on the armrest, his chin propped on his knuckles as he looked down at you through half-lidded, heavy brown eyes.
"Satisfied?" he hummed, his voice smooth and incredibly patronizing. "You’ve been relentlessly impatient, and now you finally have me exactly where you want me. Just do try to be gentle, won't you? I'd prefer not to make a mess tonight."
His arrogant, perfectly constructed little speech died instantly in his throat the second you bypassed his thighs and buried your face directly against his soaking heat. He tried to quickly muffle the sharp gasp that escaped him, biting down hard on his lower lip, but you weren't going to let him stay composed. Not after making you wait this long.
You gripped his thighs, your thumbs pressing firmly into the muscle as you dragged your tongue in long, deliberate, punishing strokes over his center. Suguru tensed violently, his hips involuntarily jerking upward against your mouth as his lower back arched completely off the cushion.
He tried to recover his composure, forcing a shaky exhale through his nose. He reached a trembling hand down, his palm finding the top of your head in a soft, patronizing pat—a desperate attempt to pace you. "Ah... you certainly don't hold back, do you?" his voice wavered, entirely losing its smooth edge. "That's... slow down a little, sweetheart, I can't—"
But the gentle head pat immediately turned into a white-knuckled, bruising grip in your hair the second you slid two fingers deep inside him, hooking upward to find the deep, internal ache he’d been so desperately hiding.
Suguru’s facade entirely crumbled. His hips buckled, lifting completely off the velvet cushion as he tried to chase the angle of your fingers.
"Wait, please, you're—ah! God, fuck!" he choked out, his voice cracking into a high, ruined pitch.
He was completely overstimulated, his long, muscular legs trembling violently against your ribs. He tried to pull you closer by your hair and push your shoulders away at the exact same time, his body entirely confused by the sheer volume of pleasure. A ruined, desperate whine tore past his lips, his head throwing back against the chair as his toes curled into the carpet.
Then, the final, stubborn thread of his control snapped.
Suguru let out a loud, melodic cry. His entire body locked up tight, and a sudden, rush of hot fluid met your awaiting mouth, completely coating your tongue in the sudden.
The intense rush of it left him completely hollowed out. He slumped forward in the armchair, his chest heaving with ragged, wet gasps. His hands slipped out of your hair, falling limply into his lap as the last of the intense tremors wracked his frame.
For a long, heavy moment, the only sound in the quiet bedroom was his open-mouthed breathing.
"So this is why you've been avoiding me for weeks," you teased, your voice low and deeply satisfied in the quiet room. "You were terrified I'd make you completely lose your mind. I've never seen anyone drench a chair this fast. Look at what you did to my face."
A pathetic, utterly mortified groan escaped his throat.
"Have a little mercy..." Suguru rasped out, his usually eloquent vocabulary completely deserting him. He looked utterly stripped of his pride, his shaking hands coming up to frantically drag down his burning face. "I had no idea I was even capable of that. God, you're wearing half of it. Please, don't gloat, I'm already entirely humiliated."
You chuckled, catching his trembling wrists and gently pulling his hands away from his face, refusing to let him hide. You leaned forward, crowding into his space between his thighs, and pressed a quick, wet kiss right to his trembling lips.
Suguru melted the second your lips met his, a soft, needy whimper vibrating deep in his chest. All the tension drained out of his rigid posture. When you pulled back just an inch, his brown eyes were wide and beautifully dazed, his intense embarrassment entirely replaced by a heavy, pliant heat.
Before he could try to find his composure again, he just completely surrendered. He slid right off the edge of the armchair, his knees hitting the floor right in front of you as he wrapped his long arms tightly around your neck. He buried his burning, flushed face deep into the crook of your shoulder, his perfectly kept facade completely destroyed and abandoned.
His trembling hand came up, instinctively finding the back of your head to offer a soft, shaky pat—his usual comforting gesture, though right now, he was entirely the one who needed it.
"You win," he mumbled into your skin, his voice muffled and shaky, though he was clinging to you like a lifeline, his bare thighs bracketing your waist on the floor. "I severely underestimated you. Now just... hold me, and let me pretend this didn't happen."
naoya. z
The bedroom was stifling, the air heavy with the frantic, wet sounds of his undoing. Naoya was pinned against the headboard, his pale legs hooked over your shoulders and his ankles locked behind your neck in an involuntary, white-knuckled grip. His hair was a sweat-slicked mess, and his dark eyeliner was completely ruined, dragged across his cheekbones in jagged streaks by the tears he couldn’t stop.
"Stop... I said stop!" he choked out, his voice cracking. He tried to shove at your shoulders, but his arms were shaking so violently his hands just slid off.
You didn't listen. You gripped his thighs tighter, your fingers digging into his skin, and buried your face back into his soaking heat. While your tongue swirled in heavy, demanding circles over his center, you slid two fingers deep inside him, stretching him wide and hitting that internal sweet spot with a punishing pace.
The double assault was too much for his nerves. Naoya’s entire body spasmed, a sharp, broken cry tearing from his throat. His hips buckled, his muscles clenching greedily around your fingers even as he tried to pull away from the friction.
"Just one more, Naoya," you murmured against his skin, your voice a low vibration that made him sob.
"It’s not... ah!... how you won't stop! You're... ngh!"
He was completely overstimulated, his nerves frayed, yet he arched further into the touch. His toes curled, and his breath came in hitched, needy whines. You increased the pressure, your tongue flickering faster as your fingers worked him into a frenzy.
"One more," you repeated, your teeth grazing him lightly.
"No! No more, please—Aaaah!"
He went rigid, his back arching off the bed as the next wave hit him. His thighs twitched uncontrollably against your ears as his body finally gave up, then came the gush of slick, coating almost the entirety of your lower face.
He let out a ruined, melodic cry, his hands flying up to cover his face in shame. He was sobbing openly now, his frame vibrating with the force of the climax. You finally pulled back, tasting the salt of him on your lips as you looked at the state of him—the smeared makeup, the trembling limbs, and the soaking mess on the bed.
"You're such a pretty mess, baby," you murmured, reaching up to wipe a stray tear from his cheek. "Look at you. All that big talk, and you’re just a leaky little girl for me, aren't you?"
Naoya visibly cringed at the endearment, his lip curling in a sneer that was half-furious and half-shattered. A deep, frantic blush climbed all the way to the tips of his ears. He squinted at you through his glassy, tear-filled eyes, his face a brilliant, humiliated crimson.
"What are you looking at, idiot?" he snapped, though his voice was entirely too shaky to carry any real weight. He squinted at you through his glassy, tear-filled eyes, his face a brilliant, humiliated crimson. "Don't call me that... it's pathetic. I'm not some dumb woman or a bitch for you to talk down to."
"Funny," you teased, your tone perfectly cocky as you deliberately let a drop of his slick run down your chin. "Because you're the one on your back, drenching the sheets because you couldn't handle a little tongue. For someone who hates women so much, you sure do scream like a girl for me."
Naoya visibly recoiled, his lip curling in a sneer that was half-furious and half-shattered. "I do NOT—!"
"You do," you interrupted, leaning in until your nose brushed his. "You’re pouting like a bratty little princess just because I made you lose your mind. It’s cute, Naoya. Really."
"I am NOT cute!" he hissed, his voice cracking with indignity. He reached out with a trembling hand, grabbing your collar and tugging you upward with a weak, desperate jerk. "Wipe your face. You look disgusting. You're filthy, and it’s your fault I’m like this anyway."
Despite the insult, he didn't let go of your shirt. His legs remained wide, his heels digging into the mattress as he pulled you closer. His eyes darted to your zipper with a desperate, impatient hunger that betrayed every word of his bratty protest.
"Well?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a needy, demanding rasp. "Are you just going to stare at me and say stupid things all night, or are you actually going to finish this? I'm not waiting any longer. Hurry up and give it to me."
"Say please, then," you hummed. "Tell me you want it, pretty girl."
"Shut up!" he barked, though he immediately arched his hips back up against you, practically begging for the contact. "Just... just do it! Please, damn you!"
you’re sweet bf!Choso failed to mention he was a virgin until…he was inside you
You’d just made it official with Choso, and honestly? You’d been on cloud nine, and he’d been keeping you there every day and night.
Nights at his place were heavy with sweet words, soft touches, kisses all the way down to between your legs that left your heart racing and your mind spinning,wanting more while still tugging at his hair because you couldn’t take it anymore. He’d been patient with you, careful, always watching your reactions like they were the most important thing in the world.
You had no reason to suspect anything was off, right?
You were on top, lips tangled with his after you finally managed to lower yourself on his ridiculously thick cock, wet pussy wrapped so tightly around him–Choso felt like he was getting dizzy from the sensation which made him unusually tense “Cho..you okay, baby” you breathed out between kisses on his jaw.
He let out a strained groan, hands tightening around your hips like he needed something to hold onto“Yeah..sorry, I’ve never gone this far before so the feeling is a bit—”
Your eyes went wide as you shot back, the sudden movement making him whine “Wait… what!?” your mouth fell agape “W-why are you just telling me this now?” You rambled, unsure what to do or how to feel.
He shrugged, like he genuinely didn’t see the big deal “Yeah I didn’t think it was important. We’re together so it was going to happen eventually…”
You blinked at him for a second, heart squeezing “… but we could’ve waited until you were ready” you suddenly felt this weird flicker of guilt, like you’d accidentally taken something from him without realizing it.
“please don’t get upset” His hands slid up your thighs, holding on a little tighter “I don’t care as long as it’s with you. I promise I’ll make you feel good! If that’s what you’re worried about…” He averted his gaze, like he hadn’t even thought about that until now.
You’d been looking at his face without really realizing it but he just looked so deliciously slutty. Cheeks flushed a soft pink, hair tousled across the pillow, eyes half-lidded and locked on you like you were the only thing that existed, like he had no control and was entirely yours
Your sympathy lasted about three seconds when you saw how ruined he was for you.
Because the moment you shifted slightly, Choso’s head tipped back and a cute, helpless sound came out of him “Ha–” he bit his bottom lip. You grinned and rocked your hips again “Oh—fuck—” he groaned quietly, fingers digging into your hips.
“I’m barely doing anything, Cho” you teased, planting your palms flat against his pecks. Choso looked up at you with a dazed expression that made your pussy flutter “J-just…give me a second”
You lifted your hips and slowly brought them back down until your ass met his thighs. your lip catching between your teeth as his dick dragged against your walls “Hmph–fuck!” He cried out, eyes glued on the part where the two of you connected “Baby…please” he looked up with those needy eyes that just had you clenching around him so hard “It’s too much…”
You leaned down, brushing a kiss along his jaw as he wrapped his arms around you “I know,my love” you said softly with a smile “I’ll go slow, ‘kay?” Another rock of your hips had him sucking in a breath and he immediately brought his forearm up over his eyes, hiding his face like that might help “Ha—wait—” he whined under his breath.
You laughed quietly, planting your hands on his chest. “So sensitive~” You bounced this time, a little faster, and his other hand came up to cover his face completely, fingers pressing against his eyes as another shaky sound slipped out of him, lips quivering from the unexplainable pleasure he felt right now from your cruel cunt sucking him in.
“P-please” he groaned, voice muffled behind his hands “Ha–ha..feels so…so” You couldn’t help smiling down at him, leaning forward so you could see his cute little face “good?”
He nodded, little whines slipping past his lips, and you felt your chest tighten, fuck, why was he so cute? “Come on,” you purred, tugging gently at his wrists, “show me your face~”
He hesitated, jaw tight and you couldn’t help the little smirk that crept over your lips. He peeked through his fingers, eyes glossy and entirely addicted to you.
“That’s it,” you whispered, leaning down so your forehead rested against his, watching every tiny quiver in his expression. His hands dropped slowly and you pressed closer, letting him feel the full weight of you against him.
He whimpered low, shaky breaths fanning across your skin “Shit-so warm…fuck”
“Ha-hmph…you like this, don’t you?” you murmured, fingers sliding lightly over his arms, breathing quickening as you picked up the pace riding him.
He groaned again, whimpering “yes! yeah so…so much–shit” His voice broke on each word, pathetic and needy, and you couldn’t help the small laugh that trembled through you.
ঌ after lots of asking, choso lets you watch while he humps his pillow !
it started slow. it always did, you just didn't know up untill this moment. choso now shirtless, positioned himself comfortably on his stomach, straddling the pillow you gave him.
"u-um, baby, are you sure you want to watch me do this?" his cheeks red an flustered.
he posed the question trying to seem uninterested, which couldn't be further from the truth as his erection was visible from the chair you were sitting in. he was sweating with eagerness of what he was about to do. about to show you.
the mix of intimacy and feeling exposed(to you) while you were completely clothed was driving him crazy. choso never knew this was an option to explore.
it was sticky and uneven, how each slow movement started. he let small puffs every now and then, teasing himself to start, just like you always do to him. the little wet patch on the tip showed how much he wanted to speed up.
but he wouldn't, not when showing off to you. your boyfriend rolled his hips forward, so needy. "mhmm, babyy-" thrusting back again. the way you could see it throb, and it was so hard making it harder to stay put.
he thrust again, harder. it was so hard for poor choso not to take his hand and get himself off quicker. oh and how he wished you would touch him. "mh- mh am- am i doing good baby?" he said going back into the cussion.
"you're doing so so good baby, keep going for me." his cock felt so sensitive at the harsh contact. it only teased him to want more, to go faster. the wet spot only grew with more pre cum leaking out of him.
"mhmmm- " choso moaned at the sound of your voice. the sound alone made him feel every nerve that was being stimulated with each thrust.
as much as he wanted to keep going, more and more, it wasn’t enough. with each thrust he wished it was you underneath him. choso longed for you tugging on his hair, for how it felt every time he laid his head on your tits, hiding his shy face.
“baby, p-please i-i don’t think i can do it, it too much- mhm uhm” he moaned, almost begging for some touch.
“but cho, you promised!”
“-i, i know, but please mhmm, i n-need you” he rolled his hips desperately, searching for even more friction. choso’s head felt heavy making it harder to think. was he.. overstimulated?
humping again he whined a small “please” it was too much for your poor boyfriend.
“choso i’ll help you out okay?”
“p-please baby, yes, please help m-me”
his face all red and sweaty lit up, you voice was all he could make up at the moment.
“it would make me feel so so” mhmm ughmm he moaned absolutely wrenched “so good, please”
you smirked. this was an opportunity that only made your legs cross and ache.
“i will baby, but you’ll have to be a good boy for me”
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choso wasn't getting out of this without experiencing things he's never felt before.
You broke up clean. No names, no explanations, no closure. Now he’s back… Watching your stories, haunting your sidelines, asking questions he’s terrified to hear the answers to. You were never really done with him. And he was never strong enough to let you go.
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Part of the ''Exes who cant stay away'' series
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warnings: sub/switchy!plug!choso, ex!bf!choso, captain of a basketball team female!reader, fake non-chalant Choso, mentions of weed/ Choso smoking it, jerking him off, him fingering you, creampies, squirting, dick riding, car sex, desperate/ pathetic Choso, overstimulation, crying Choso, pussy drunk Choso, manhandling, boob sucking, choking
‘’So did you or did you not sleep with him?’’ he whispered, inches away from your face. You could feel his breath on you as he exhaled, the smoke of the weed he was smoking grazing your lips. Earlier that day, during basketball practice, your friends spoke about something interesting while stretching. Everyone seemed to be in a relationship or was getting there with someone. Finally, your last single friend announced she would finally confess her feelings to her crush. The whole team cheered her on before the conversation focused on you.
You had hoped they'd forget you. But no. Every day, every single day they'd ask you if you had finally met someone. All the asking and nagging drove you crazy but they just cared about you. They were concerned. Deep down all of them knew you weren't really over your mystery ex. They had never seen him, nor heard a name. You liked keeping your business to yourself. It got to a point they thought you had made him up or were schizophrenic. When you two broke up a few months ago, you arrived on the court, bawling your eyes out for hours. It seemed like you really liked him. So they backed off when you told them to drop the topic and get to work.
On the court, you felt free. The only thing on your mind was making points, throwing the ball, dunking it. You could turn off your brain and soul for a few moments. It was like your body was moving on auto pilot and your brain was on stand by. Like a breeze if fresh air on a hot summer day.
You loved it.
‘’Well done everyone!’’ you spoke when your coach gathered you all together. After going over the game plan for the next day, you guys were free to leave. And you were the first to run into the locker room. Your friends knew something was up with you. You were acting weird and secretive. Well, more than usual. Before changing, you stared at your phone, making sure you weren't running mad. Making sure you weren't seeing things before practice. You checked your phone and there it was. A message from him.
After you two had broken up, you hadn't attempted to reach out to him. He didn't either. Your pride was just too high. He was too. Well, that's what you kept on telling yourself. Now that you thought about it, you two had broken up out of the blue. Everything was perfect until it wasn't. And you couldn't tell anyone about your boyfriend. You didn't want to.
‘’I miss you'’ the message read. No greeting, no him asking you how you were doing, no checking up on you, just three words followed by him wishing you luck for your big game tomorrow.
Your heart started beating so fast you thought it would actually jump out of your chest. You shook your head, taking a deep breath, trying to recollect yourself. Now was not the time to let your facade crumble. And you really wanted to text him back. But after thinking about it, your emotions were high now. You had to calm down first. So you put your phone down and got changed.
‘’Oh, I know that look.’’ One of your friends said, slamming her locker shut, shooting you a teasing grin. ‘’Did your ex text you?’’
Witchcraft. It must have been witchcraft. How else would she know?
Suddenly, all your friends smirked at you, asking you all sorts of questions. But you didn't answer. They knew you'd tell them eventually so they just let it go. After getting changed, all of you decided to head to a diner nearby. After the practice session you had just had you needed the fuel. The energy.
Everything went great and you debated on texting him, telling him to leave you alone. But you decided to pay him no mind. Letting him back in couldn't be good. ‘’What's your crush like?’’ You asked.
Your friends were trying to come up with a plan to help your friend confess to the guy she was interested in. If you didn't know any better, you would think they were planning on helping her propose to him.
‘’I'm pretty sure all of you know him.’’ That sounded promising. ‘’He is a little shy, doesn't speak much.’’ Sounded like someone you knew, you thought to yourself and let out a sigh. ‘’Tall, black hair, piercings, tattoos…’’ This had to be a coincidence. A lot of people on campus had piercings, tattoos and happened to have black hair. ‘’Oh and he is the famous plug on campus.’’ No. No, no, no, no, no. God no. ‘’Choso Kamo.’’
You almost dropped the glass in your hand.choking on a sip of water. Your teammates slapped your upper back, trying to get you to calm down while you apologised. The world was so big. So big. Eight billion people on this god forsaken planet, and she managed to fall in love with your ex? You weren't mad, she didn't know after all. It still stung though. ‘’Oh, I heard he and his girlfriend broke up a few months ago. You should shoot your shot!’’ One friend encouraged. ‘’I don't know about that.’’ Another friend chimed in. ‘’Apparently, he isn't over his ex.’’ She huffed. ‘’He won't even look at other women.’’
Oh? That was news to you. Not that you'd complain about that. You tried your best hiding the grin trying to make its way on your face. It was starting to get dark and the place was packed with people.
And when the door opened for the nth time, another friend group entered, a friend group you knew too well. A tall guy with white hair and blue eyes and a shit eating grin plastered on his face stepped in, accompanied by a long haired guy with gauges and a blonde guy whose cheekbones could cut through stone rolling his eyes behind him. And you hoped… No, begged the Gods above that their fourth friend wouldn't show up.
But fate wasn't on your side today.
He stepped in right after them. Eyes low, wearing a tight fitted t-shirt that accentuated his muscles and small waist alongside a baggy pair of pants. Oh you were fucked.
Fucked, nervous, and throbbing.
You took a deep breath, turning away from the door, hoping they wouldn't notice you. But of course they did. Choso had sensed your presence the moment he stepped into the diner. Your voice, your scent, he could make them out in a crowd full of a million people. But he didn't look for you. He didn't want you to know he knew you were there. Because he knew you had seen him.
But hiding didn't go too well. Because when they walked past your table, Gojo happened. Greeting you, making a scene, telling you how much he missed seeing you. Admittedly, the other two men had missed you too. But they could read the room. As Choso was with them, you didn't want them acknowledging you. It was too late now.
‘’You know Choso?’’ Your friends asked, almost simultaneously.
‘’As you can see we have mutual friends. I have nothing to do with him.’’ You laughed it off but you could feel his gaze on you. And you were way too awkward to look at him right now. The situation itself stole at least fifteen years of your life.
‘’We won't bother you girls any further.’’ Geto smiled, giving you a quick side hug.‘’
Have a nice evening, and Y/n you can call us whenever.’’ Nanami followed suit with a hug. And then, Choso stood right in front of you. You gasped, looking up at him. And for the first time in months you were staring into his eyes. Smiling awkwardly, you gave him a hug before sitting down, trying not to die from embarrassment.
Then the questions came. How do you know them? Did Choso just hug you? It doesn't seem like you don't have anything to do with him. Are you friends? Are you embarrassed of him? Why? And so on.
At some point, hours later, you saw the group heading out. Then your phone vibrated. Another message from him reading ‘’Come outside’’. The audacity. He couldn't even say please. But you rolled your eyes, standing up and making an excuse about why you had to go out to take some fresh air now.
When you stepped out the four of them were talking, a blunt pressed in between Choso's lips. The second you stepped through the door his gaze was on you. You hated how good he was at not breaking eye contact. The other three guys upon noticing you, sneaked back in, giving you two some space. Brushing past you, Gojo winked. You wanted to hit him so badly.
Choso inhaled, letting the weed sit in his lungs before exhaling. All while still looking at you, not taking his eyes off you once. You on the other hand were avoiding his gaze. Then he stepped closer.
Taking one step. Two steps. Until he stood right in front of you. Now you had to look up at him. Into his eyes.
‘’’You doing okay?’'
Your breath hitched. You had gone months without speaking to him. Months without hearing his voice. Months without feeling his presence. And now here he was. You kept on replaying this exact scenario in your mind. Thinking of all the things you'd tell him once he stood in front of you. But now? Your brain was empty. Words caught up in your throat.
So you just nodded. He sighed contently, taking another puff of his joint, not taking his eyes off you once.
‘’I saw that guy in your story the other day.’’
‘’I thought I had blocked you.’’ You gulped, folding your arms in front of your chest.
‘’You thought wrong.’’
Silence.
Yes, you lied. You hadn't blocked him. You wanted him to see what you were up to. That you wouldn't put your life on hold just because you two broke up. You wouldn't be moping around because you didn't care. Or that's what you wanted him to believe at least.
‘’What do you want, Choso?’’ You sighed, breaking the silence.
For the first time tonight he looked away letting out a chuckle. ‘’We're back to first name basis, huh?’’
‘’I thought that's what exes do.’’ You tilted your head to the side slightly, taking one step towards him. He was trying to get to you, but you wouldn't let him.
‘’I thought we were different, baby.’’
You huffed. ‘’Not you acting all high and mighty, knowing you're one sweetheart away from folding.’’ He furrowed his brows and you smirked. He knew damn well you were right. One sweetheart and it was over for him. Well any type of attention from you was enough to get him going. You stepped a little closer, making his face turn red. That was the Choso you knew.
‘‘’Want some?’’ he offered you a puff of his joint, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, but you declined.
‘’You know I've got a game tomorrow.’’
‘’Right…’’
You cracked a smile, taking a few steps back, leaning against the wall. He walked up to you slowly, getting way too close for your mind to comprehend. But your heart knew what you wanted.
‘’So did you or did you not sleep with him?’’ he whispered, inches away from your face. You could feel his breath on you as he exhaled, the smoke of the weed he was smoking grazing your lips. Oh, he wanted to kiss you so badly, you could tell. His eyes were hazy, switching between gazing into your eyes and looking down at your plump, juicy lips.
The thing is, he had kissed your lips a million times already. And he had no idea if it was the weed making his brain all fuzzy, but they seemed to pull him right in.
You had bewitched him.
‘’Depends,’’ you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘’You jealous?’’ You pulled him in, pressing soft kisses to his neck, taking your time to make him ache for you. When you sucked at the spot right beneath his ear, he let out a whimper, throwing his head back slightly to give you more access.
As your lips wandered to his chin, he let his blunt fall to the ground, stomping it out as his hands made their way to your hips. Within seconds, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a soft kiss that grew deeper by the second.
When you tried to pull away he wouldn't let you. Understandably. You two hadn't seen, held and kissed each other for months. He had been waiting for this. Craving you. Craving your lips on his, craving your hands wandering up and down his body, craving you whispering sweet nothings into his ears. Telling you how much you missed him. Telling you how much you missed his big, stupid, dick inside you-
‘’Choso.’’ You mumbled against his lips, finally managing to pull away to take a deep breath. ‘’You are spacing out.’’
‘’Stop calling me that...’’
You frowned. He didn't even blink at you. But he almost looked… Needy? Like he wanted to beg. Beg for you to stop calling him by his first name. Beg for you to call him anything… Sweetheart, darling, my love… Even Cho would do.
You cupped his face, lips mere inches from his, as you looked him right in the eyes. ‘’I missed you, Cho.’’
He was done for.
“Y-Y/n…’’ You pulled him into another kiss, this one more passionate than the other. On the one hand, you really hoped no one was watching you right now. But on the other hand you didn’t care. You pressed your leg between your thigh grazing against his crotch. ‘’Hngh-W-Wait!’’
There he was. Your easily flustered Choso. And would you look at that? He was hard. You pulled away again, staring up at his doe eyes, making it hard for you to focus on anything. Resting your hands on his chest, you let out a sigh. You'd hate yourself for what you were about to say.
‘’Let me go get my bag. Then we can get out of here.’’ Little did you know you'd barely make it to the car.
You headed inside and found yourself a little irritated when he followed you with a smirk on his face. Choso was quiet and observant when he was in public. So he definitely knew one of your friends had the hots for him. And he knew you hadn't told them about the both of you. So when you stepped through the door, with him walking behind you closely, you had to decide:
Come up with a lie that would make them question you for a few seconds, or tell them the truth. And after months of hiding and keeping your feelings to yourself, you chose the latter. Not the whole truth, they didn't need to know you two were making out just seconds prior to this conversation.
“I'm sorry I didn't tell you.’’ You muttered, but they laughed it off. They knew you'd tell them eventually. You just loved taking your sweet ass time when it came to important information.
So finally, your heart was at ease. You could leave with a calm and collected mind. And he followed after you closely again. When you reached your car, reaching out your hand to open the door, he stopped you. Pressing your back against the car door, arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into a kiss. He didn't hold back and you didn't either. He was hungry.
Hungry for your kisses, hungry for your touch, hungry for the sounds you made when he trailed hungry kisses down your neck, leaving marks on the way. His mind had been imagining holding you like this, kissing you like this for months now. And finally, he was here. With you in his arms, kissing him back. Your hands wandered down his body, one grabbing at his peck, making him mumble into the kiss, and the other moving down his abdomen, not skipping a beat as it made its way to his crotch painfully slow. Teasingly. Oh, he was hard and heavy, pulsing and throbbing in his pants.
‘’Looks like you might explode any minute,’’ you whispered between kisses.
‘’Certainly f-feels like it.’’ He muttered, pulling away. You could finally open the car door now. But not to the front seats. You were sure you wouldn't be able to make it home now. He was about to explode and you weren't far from losing your mind either. You were sure your panties were soaked. Drenched in your arousal.
He got in first and you followed suit, as he pulled you into his lap, closing the door behind you. Then his gaze fell on you again, hands placed on either side of your waist after he grabbed your arms and rested them around his neck. You loved when he looked at you like this. Like you hung up the stars and the moon. Totally mesmerised by you.
‘’You have the prettiest eye shape, you know?’’
You chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. ‘’That's so random.’’
‘’I missed you too,’’ he breathed out, an answer to your statement earlier when you were making out in front of the diner. Of course he did.
‘’Figures.’’ You whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips. ‘’You're rock hard.’’ Smirking, you started grinding your hips against his crotch subtly, making his breath hitched in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, nails digging into your flesh. Then you trailed kisses down his neck again, stopping at his Adam's apple digging your teeth into it softly. You wanted to leave a mark.
‘’F-Fuck…’’ he whispered underneath his breath. And you could feel him twitching beneath you. The self control he had was admirable. He didn't thrust up once. He didn't beg you to do something about it either. He knew how much you loved good boys.
And he wanted to be so good for you.
You removed his hands from his waist, unbuckling his pants. He helped you, tugging them down to his ankles as you took off your pants. His dick sprung free, slapping against his stomach. Then you cupped his face, pulling him into another kiss. One of your hands wandered down to his throbbing dick, gripping at his aching red tip, squeezing it tightly.
He gasped into your kiss and you sucked in anything he was about to say. You moved your hand up and down slowly, squeezing lightly at his base. But like the good boy he was, he didn't want to leave you unattended. So one of his arms reached behind you, making its way to your soppy cunt. And oh, you were warm, pussy drooling all over his thighs, making a mess even though he hadn't even touched you yet. The both of you were quite desperate. But no one could top Choso when it came to desperation.
He rubbed at your folds, making you moan into the kiss before he pushed a finger into you. Those thick, long fingers of his that used to have you shaking every other night. When he added another finger, you squeezed his tip before you started stroking again, painfully slow. He spread his fingers inside you, going in a scissor motion, trying to stretch you out for what was about to come.
By the time you increased the pace of your strokes on his dick, you could fit three fingers, whining into the kiss. It was hot. Too hot. So hot that his free hand reached out and crack open a window, letting the cool night air enveloped you.
‘’I,’’ he started, mumbling between kisses ‘’want to put it inside.’’
‘’Say please.’’
‘’P-Please…’’ No hesitation, no shame, just desperation on Choso's end. And you loved it. He pulled his fingers out of you as you raised your hips, positioning yourself right above his dick, sinking down slowly. You were so warm. So wet. Too much for Choso who hadn't even dared to look at another woman for the past few months.
Who hadn't dared to let another woman touch him. Let alone sit on his dick in the backseat of a car.
You were the only one he wanted to do it with. The only one he craved doing it with. And he wouldn't have it any other way.
‘’S-So warm and so-Fuck! W-Wet…’’ he whimpered when you finally bottomed out, walls clenching around his throbbing dick deliciously, waiting to get used to the familiar stretch. Choso was big and very humble about it. In the earlier stages of your relationship, he swore he was average, nothing special, nothing to drool over. And you always laughed about it because frankly, you didn't care about his size. You would be happy with whatever he could give you.
Too bad what he could give you resembled a fucking pipe. When you saw it the first time, wanting to suck him off after you two were done making out, you audibly gasped. And the audacity of his, asking you if it was enough, telling you he'd understand if you left, all while giving you that innocent look, batting his long eyelashes at you.
You started moving slowly, as he clung to you, arms on your waist, lips pressing kisses to your neck, biting you, leaving the occasional mark. He pulled up your shirt, alongside your bra, too lazy to struggle to unbuckle it now, revealing your chest. Before you knew it, his mouth latched on to one nipple, tongue swirling around it, mouth sucking on it, teeth grazing the sensitive nub as one of his hands pinched the other nipple.
The sensation went straight to your core, making you clench around him tightly. ‘’S-Stop clenching so tightly…’’ he muttered around your boob. From your point of view, it looked like he was trying to swallow it whole. He had always been a boob fanatic. Well, the only boobs he was obsessed with were yours. He was obsessed with everything about you.
‘’Stop p-playing with my chest then…’’ you muttered, trying to hold back a moan.
That did it for him.
Suddenly, he sucked on your titt. Hard. Both of his arms slung themselves around your waist, holding you closely, as he started thrusting up into you. Which caught you off guard. The first time he slammed up into you, you let out a moan, squeezing your eyes shut. The second time, you squealed, squeezing down on him again. ‘’Ch-Choso!’’ You groaned, nails digging into the back of his neck.
‘’Stop c-calling me that…’’ and he punctuated every word with a thrust of his hips. Fuck, he was driving you crazy. He had no idea what he was doing to you, turning your insides into mush while marking you up. “Ca-Call me… Literally a-anything else-Ngh!’’ He slammed you down on his dick, letting out something between a groan and a whimper. He was far gone already. As were you. The both of you had forgotten the cracked window. And to be honest, you didn't care about anything or anyone. Especially him. The only thing he was interested in was how often he could fill you up in this car.
When he bit into your chest, drawing a groan from you, you wrapped your hands around his neck, pushing him back against his seat. His eyes rolled back in his head. You had almost forgotten how much he loved getting choked by you. You pressed a kiss to his lips, pushing your tongue into his mouth as his grip on your hips loosened. He was close. So close he could feel his orgasm on the tip of his tongue. That and you cutting off his air circulation were driving him crazy. And you whispered into his ear, telling him he could come inside you, he lost it. Losing all his restraint. He let out a whimper, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he came deep inside you, panting your insides white.
Hot tears streamed down his face when you let go of his neck, coughing, trying to suck in some air. And you pressed soft kisses to his face, trying to calm him down. ‘’’You doing okay there, baby?’’ He twitched, taking a few ragged breaths as you kissed away his tears.
You were just about to get off him, when he buried his face into your chest, hugging you tightly. Then, thrust. A thrust into you, shaking up your walls. ‘’You d-didn't finish…’’ he muttered, sucking marks into your chest. And he built up his pace gradually, this time thrusting into you faster. He was still hard, throbbing inside you, making sure not a single drop of the load he had pumped into you would go to waste. ‘’I missed this s-sloppy pussy…’’ he whimpered, grinding his dick into you.
The windows of your car were all fogged up, his dick was digging into your insides. He pulled away momentarily, and made you lie back against the center console, grabbing your waist to fuck into you while he pressed a thumb to your clit.. ‘’Right there, Cho! Y-Yes!’’
‘’R-Right here, yeah?’’
You nodded haptically, loving the way he was fucking you. Loving the way he was rubbing your clit. ‘’I'm going to-'’ you were cut off by a whimper of your own, trying not to lose yourself. He pressed down on your lower stomach, making you feel him. Making you feel every inch of him slipping inside him. You wanted to scream, cream on his dick. Lose your mind.
And that's exactly what you did. You lost yourself in the feeling of his dick slamming into you. You were a total mess. And when the both of you came, you came hard. His thrust halted, stopping deep inside you as he continued rubbing your clit through your high. You moaned, screamed, whined his name as you squirted all over his dick, twitching like a mad woman. He pulled you in for a kiss you melted into, and you just stayed like that for a while.
Hugging each other, kissing each other with him still inside you, until you had to start moving. You got off him, letting his dick slip out of you gently, both of you letting out a groan at the loss of warmth.
‘’Fuck, I needed this.’’ You whispered, pressing your forehead against his.He looked at you.
‘’So… So you didn't sleep with that guy?’’
You chuckled, pulling on your pants, zipping your pair right up. ‘’Of course not, Cho.’’ Before you could head out of the door, he pulled you into another kiss.
You stepped out, rushing into the driver's seat while he stepped out, opened the door and sat down right next to you.
‘’You're going to have to get your car cleaned after the mess we just made.’’ He mumbled.
‘’You mean you are going to get this car cleaned.’’
He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. And you headed straight to your place. You two missed out on a lot of quality time spent together. And you were sure there was a lot you two needed to talk about.
‘’Why didn't you tell us he was your ex?’’ The next day, you two showed up to your game together. After you two had talked… And fucked it out, you decided to give it another try. And after the game you had one, he came up to you, hugging you from behind.
‘’Boyfriend,’’ he muttered into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist from behind. ‘’I'm her boyfriend again.’’
Damn right he was. And this time, you wouldn't let him slip through your fingers.
