from chao, with love

Chao (kay-oh) | 30s | lover of fictional men | multi-fandom

byf: mature/dark/sexual themes so MDNI. I do not write anything containing: incest, stepcest, vore, scat, age play, ed, and non-con.

I primarily write my reader and/or y/n with plus sized features and poc characteristics. Some AAVE could end up being used by any character in my writings. If you don’t like that, I have a simple solution, don’t read my works. 🤗

geto can’t take the hint

Wrote this probably a year and a half ago. Kind of proofread. Enjoy!

[9:48 p.m] You: I don’t like where this is going anymore. We’re over Suguru. Do not contact me.

One task for your Friday night was to break up with your current bae. You spent 20 whole minutes trying to type out a quick break up text. It shouldn’t have been this difficult, but you knew that no matter what, Suguru was not going to take it well.

You press send on your screen and quickly go to block his number. “That’s finally done.” You breathe a sigh of relief. “And I packed up all his shit in a box and I’ll give it to Satoru on Monday so he can give it to him. Works out perfectly.” You walk out of your room and head to your front door. You’re in the process of grabbing your coat and purse when there’s a knock on your door.

You’re frozen in place. Your heart rattling inside your ribcage. ‘There’s no way he would show up here that fast, right?’ Slowly and quietly, you move to the front door to look out the peephole, your chest heaves up and down as you open the door.

“Shoko! I said I would meet you at the bar!” You compose yourself. Calm washes over as she starts to tell you that she was in the area and decided to meet you so you can go to the bar together. “Geez, are you okay? You look like someone stomped on your hamster.” She teases as you two are seated and served your first drink. You thank the waiter.

“How would you even know what a person looks like after their hamster gets stomped on?” You quizzically glance at her as you sip your amaretto sour. She shrugs, “I have lore.” She takes a big chug of her beer. You laugh and roll your eyes at her. You two start chatting more about your work week and what each other has planned for the weekend.

“Oh look who just walked in. Over here!” She waves. You’re cursing yourself for being in the seat that has your back to the entrance. ‘Oh God, no.’ A large hand pats your shoulder and you turn, the panic subsides again, “Hey Yuki! Hi Utahime! Oh my gosh, Haibara!” You stand up and hug each one of them. You’re even shocked that somehow, Kento was talked into going out. “Wow, I’m gonna buy you a drink just for succeeding in what we fail to do Haibara!” You giggle.

Kento playfully rolls his eyes. “Have I really turned down everyone’s offer to go out for drinks before?” He asks. You all reply in unison, “Yes!” You’re feeling so much better as you get up to go to the bathroom. As you’re washing your hands, Utahime walk in. “Oh hey, Dumbass and Suguru just showed up. He’s ordering you another drink right now.” She casually mentions as she slips into the stall.

Your stomach drops to your ass. You just nod your head and dry your hands. You quickly rush out of the bathroom. ‘Fuck!Fuck!Fuck!’ You start to tell yourself that you can grab your things and slip out without being noticed. Your eyes widen as you get closer to the table and see Suguru, all smiles and making the group laugh. ‘Oh fucking hell.’ Satoru spots you and waves his lanky arm in a frantic manner, ‘Why is he so fucking insufferable?’ you think.

“There’s your girlfriend Suguru. You can stop crying now.” He laughs and Suguru shakes his head. “Hi pretty.” He purrs at you, as he stands up and kisses you. You’re like petrified wood and stupidly, you kiss him back. “Oh I took your seat.” Satoru throws in. “That’s okay Satoru. I ca—” Geto cuts you off, “Sit on my lap.” He sits and pulls you down. You fit perfectly on top of his thick, muscular thighs.

He snuggly wraps his arms around your waist. Such powerful arms, you know you can’t wriggle away. “Suguru…” you dip down and whisper in his ear, “Did you not get my text?” You ask. He looks up at you and smiles. “I did.” You’re equally confused and shocked. “Then what are you doing?” You ask. “I’m having a fun night out with my beautiful girlfriend and our friends. Oh look, here’s your drink I ordered for you.” He thanks the waiter and hands it to you. “And don’t worry, you can drink as much as you want tonight. I know you had two stressful presentations to finish at work this week. I’ll get you home safely and stay the night with you.”

He kisses your cheek. The group lets out a chorus of “Awes.” You sheepishly smile and sip the Long Island iced tea he handed you. He runs his hand up your back and softly places it on the back of your neck. You freeze. He seductively whispers in your ear, “I know you’re just stressed babe and your text from earlier didn’t mean anything. It’s okay. I’m not mad. Matter of fact, finish your drink and I’ll take you home and pamper you for the rest of the night. You deserve it.” He kisses your temple and you lock eyes with him.

You cannot, for the life of you, read him right now. His body language is relaxed, he doesn’t feel tense. His face has no signs of upset. He genuinely looks happy and unbothered. It’s scaring you. “Would you like that?” He asks as he rubs your back. You nod your head and quickly down your tea. “Ready?” He takes note of your empty glass. “Ye-yes.” You stutter. You two say your goodbyes to everyone. He takes your hand in his and you both walk to his car.

Being the gentleman he is, Suguru helps you in the passenger seat and buckles you in. He places a kiss on your forehead as he shuts the passenger door. Your hands are sweaty and your throat drier than when you and Shoko share two blunts to blow off steam. Suguru places his right hand on your thigh and you flinch a little. ‘Be fucking calm bitch!’ your inner monologue screams. “I’m sorry sweetie. Is everything okay?” His words were laced with concern. “I’m fine.” You quickly smile at him and look out the passenger window. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll take all that stress away as soon as we get to your place.”

He drives quickly and parks in your complex parking lot. You two take the elevator to your floor and make it to your front door. You go to search for your keys but Suguru takes his spare out and unlocks the door. “After you.” He smiles sweetly. You mumble a ‘thank you’ and step inside. He helps take your coat and shoes off. You hang your purse up. He places his hands on your hips as he comes up behind you and kisses the nape of your neck. The shivers that get sent down your spine could have frozen all the circles of hell.

You step forward and turn around. You put your arm out, an attempt to put some distance between you and your ex-boyfriend, er boyfriend? “Suguru, what are you doing?” You wish you sounded confident but your question came out so shaky that it’s pathetic. Suguru feigns innocence, “I’m here to help my girlfriend relax. Honey, I told you, I’ll help you de-stress tonight.” He takes a step forward and you take a step back. You run into the kitchen island and he puts his arms on either side of you, caging you in.

“That text I sent you earlier, I meant it. I meant every word of it!” You try to raise your voice but it comes out as soft as a whisper.

“Oh did you?” He coos, you nod your head. “You meant every single word of it?” he hisses as he presses himself against you, his lips mere centimeters from yours. Your bottom lip shakes and you’re fighting off the tears that threaten to cascade down your hot cheeks. Suguru notices it all and he pouts, he would never cause you harm.

You are the one shining piece he has in his life. He’s so utterly in love and devoted to you. Infatuated with you to the point where some people might think it’s unhealthy. Not him though. He adores you and anyone who says he’s obsessed in a bad way, just has never been madly in love before. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong? Did I do something to upset you?” He gingerly brushes the tendrils of hair from your face, “Talk to me pretty. Is it just work that’s bothering you? Am I not being a good boyfriend? Tell me what I did and how I can fix this?”

His words come out coated in saccharine. You swallow hard and shake your head to free you from the trance he had started to put you under. “This! I hate when you do this! You treat me like a goddamn 6 year old!” You push him away and you only are able to because he lets you.

You walk towards your room and continue, “You think I’m this delicate piece of glass that can’t tie her own shoes! You don’t even let me order what I want when we go out for dinner!” You scream as you turn around to face him. Suguru furrows his brows and puts his hands up, “Baby, I thought you liked when I catered to you like that. You’ve never said anything before,” he saunters to you, “You’re just so important to me, the most important person actually. I just want to make sure you’re taken care of to my standards.” He wraps his arms around your waist and looks down at you. “Wouldn’t I be a bad boyfriend if I didn’t take care of the love of my life?” he questions as he kisses your forehead.

You place your hands on his shoulders, “I didn’t say you’re a bad boyfriend—” he cuts you off “Then you don’t like when I spoil you?” He knows what he’s doing and unfortunately, you’re falling for it. “No! I love when you spoil me. I just—” he interrupts you again. “I spoil you too much then. Okay, I’ll dial it back.” He kisses the crook of your neck and kneads your ass with his hands. “Suguru, no that’s not it.”

A soft moan comes out of you as he pulls your skirt up and palms your ass. “Hmm okay so then I keep on doing every single thing I’ve been doing and don’t change a thing? Got it.” He rips your lace panties off you and you gasp. “I don’t thi—” his lips crashing against yours end your sentence. Suguru lifts you up to lay you on your bed. He discards the remainder of your clothes and his as he settles himself in between your legs.

“Suguuu...” you whine as he harshly spreads your legs wide open. He has a perfect view of that leaky pink pussy he loves so much. His mouth waters and he gets a little upset. Earlier you had believed you had ended your relationship with him and that means you would have taken away this sweet cunt from him. He makes a mental note to punish you another time for that. This time, he has to be sweet to remind you that there’s no one out there better for you than him.

“Mmmm there’s that pretty pussy I’ve been thinking about all day. My pretty pussy.” He places the pads of his thumbs on either side of your throbbing slit and spreads your folds open. He looks at you, “Isn’t that right love? She’s still mine?” He asks in a condescending tone but that’s lost on you cause you’re under his spell. You’re akin to a fly caught in a spider’s web. Fixing to be spun in silk and have life sucked out of you. You arch your back a little and whine. “Yes Sugu, she’s yours. All yours.” You bite your bottom lip. He bends down and softly blows air on your bundle of nerves. A louder whine slips out from your mouth.

“Princess…” he starts as he takes the head of his dick and taps it against your pulsing clit, “did you really mean what you said in that text earlier?” Suguru questions tenderly. You shake your head and whine at the slow taps. “Words pretty girl. Gotta use your words.” He sweetly tells you. “No Sugu. I didn’t mean it.” He slowly slides himself inside you and presses down on your womb at the same time. “Fuck! Ah ahaa!” You whimper at how he slowly fills you up.

“Then why did you say that to me baby? You trying to hurt my feelings?” He fakes a pout as he fully bottoms out. Suguru groans, “God, this pussy feels heavenly. She was made just for me. Only for me.” He breathes out. “Answer me, Princess.” He softly places a hand under each thigh and pushes your knees up by your ears. You moan out, “Sugu! Ngh—ah ah ah fuck!” Your eyes roll back as Suguru starts to propel into you at a snail's pace. You quickly look at him and shake your head, he gets mad when you don’t answer him, “I wasn’t trying to -oh shit- hurt your feelings. I promise.”

Satisfied with your answer, he thrusts a dial harder. “No baby? Then why did you say that? Have these three years meant nothing to you?” He questions again. He takes one hand off your thigh and licks his thumb, he starts using it to rub your clit. You close your eyes and arch your back again, the sensation causing your toes to curl.

Suguru smirks and he presses his thumb harder into your sensitive bud. “Answer me.” He demands. “I was just stressed!” You blurt out as tears pool in your eyes, “Just stressed from work! I’m sorry Sugu! So sorry. Please don’t be mad at me!”

He hums and takes his thumb off your clit and shoves it in your mouth. You comply and suck it, always so obedient for him and you don’t even know it. He takes his thumb out and goes to tweak a nipple of yours with the same hand. “I thought so Princess. I knew that’s what the problem was.” He starts to thrust deeper and harder. You can’t control the sweet sounds leaving your mouth and they’re the most beautiful harmony Suguru has ever heard. The louder you are, the better and don’t you dare try to cover your mouth.

“I’m — aah shit— sorry Sugu. Please don’t be mad —ah ah fuck, right there— at me.” You blubber out as the fat tip of his dick pummels your cervix. “Shhh Princess. I’m not mad at you. Not at all.” He leans down and kisses you sloppily. He can see you’re going crossed eyed. “All you have to do is just quit your job. Okay?” He rolls his hips and you can feel every vein on his dick rubbing against your plush pink walls. The squelching is getting louder and louder. “You hear me Princess?”

He looks at your face. You’re so fucked out already but some piece of you snaps you back and you answer him, “Yes Daddy. Qu—quit my job.” You grab onto his shoulders and he comes down to kiss you again. He presses his forehead against yours. “Feels s-so good. Feel so fu-full.” You moan out as he slams harder into you. “Yeah baby? Daddy making you feel good? You like that?”

He kisses you again. “Yes Daddy. Love it.” You’re babbling and he knows he’s won, “Love it when Daddy fucks me like this.” Your toes curl more and you clench around his thick length.

He groans and can tell you’re almost reaching your climax. “Just be a good girl for Daddy and he’ll fuck you like this every day.” He hisses as you clench tighter around him. “I’ll be good. I’ll be your good girl.” Your hands tighten their grip on his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and leaving cresent shapes. “I’m cumminggg.” You whine out and Suguru starts slamming his hips harder into you.

“Cum for me Princess.” and that’s all it takes for you to be pushed over the edge of ecstasy. Your orgasm snaps and cascades over you in waves. The squelching is embarrassingly loud. “Fu-fuck!” You whine out and squeeze your eyes shut. “I’m cumming too princess.” Suguru groans as he sloppily thrusts in and out of you. “I fucking love you.” He kisses you. “Fucking love you so much. God, your pussy feels so amazing. Wanna live in this pussy.”

And he releases his personal ribbons of white inside you. You both are breathing hard and covered in sweat. Suguru slowly pulls out and you whine at the loss of his big dick. He stares lovingly at the mixture of your juices and his. A beautiful mess that only you two get to make together.

He lays down next to you and wraps his arms around you. You snuggle up to his chest and kiss it. “I love you.” You softly say. Suguru looks down at you and smiles, “I love you more princess.” He tenderly kisses your forehead.

As you’re drifting off to sleep you swear you hear him asking if you want him to cook breakfast for you both in the morning. You let out a hum that he takes as a ‘yes.’ Suguru smiles triumphantly. You have just, unknowingly, agreed to move in with him so he can always make sure you’re taken care of the right way, his way.

ab riding with higuruma

My first time posting my work. This is a quick drabble I typed up a year ago randomly. This isn’t proofread at all. Enjoy! 😊

(posted on the wrong blog earlier. 🤦🏻‍♀️)

“You’re going to be late Hiromi.” You coo at the brunette that’s sucking on your collarbone. He dips his face into your neck and inhales your scent. “Trying to kick me out of our bed beloved?” He asks as he grabs your hand and brings it up to his mouth. He kisses the tips of your fingers and lightly nips your thumb. You let out a small laugh and shake your head, “No but don’t you have an 8am bench call with the judge for your Kyoto client?”

He licks your thumb and fixes his eyes on yours. They’re full of adoration and arousal. He lets out a sigh, “I swear you should quit your job and just let me hire you as my personal assistant.” You giggle. “Oh but wouldn’t people frown cause I’m fucking my boss?” You let your index finger trace a line down his chest and circle his nipple. “I would just tell them that you’re making sure my mental is in order.” He kisses your forehead, “Or I could say you’re earning your promotion.”

You laugh and push his face away. “Oh and we both know I would earn that and a parking space.” He laughs and wraps his arms around your waist. You squeal as he maneuvers you on top of him. “A parking space too?” He questions as he smiles looking up at you. His hands work their way up and cup your breasts, his thumbs flick your hard peaks. You nod and hum, “I absolutely would get a parking space.”

“And just how would you go about getting that?” He teases as he shifts slightly under you. He can feel the heat radiated off your core on his abs. You rake your fingernails down his chest and stomach and then back up again. “I have my ways.” You tease as you grind down on the defined abs below. He stifles a groan. “Maybe I should show you?” He nods as his Adam’s Apple bobs up and down. You grind up and down again and he grips your fleshy thighs. “You’re such a fucking tease.” He breathes out.

You laugh and grind more. Your slick leaking out and coating his abdomen. “Oh but you like it Mr. Lawyerman.” Your hips buck up and down causing more friction to your clit. He groans from the wetness that’s dripping onto him and down his sides onto the bed. You’re itching for another round but you know he can’t be late to work but the way he’s starting to writhe under you is tempting. “Maybe—“ the alarm goes off again. He reaches over and snoozes it and just as he’s about to turn his attention back to you, his cell phone rings.

“Don’t move from there.” He commands and you nod your head. Hiromi answers the call. It’s his paralegal assistant calling to tell him that the judge has changed some criteria so they need to rush to the office right now before heading to the courthouse. You bite your bottom lip, you shouldn’t distract him from the call, but you two were in the middle of an important conversation as well. You start grinding on him again. He places his free hand on one of your hips in an attempt to stop you.

You give him a smile and blow a kiss as you grind harder. He slaps your ass and you throw your head back. A moan escapes your lips and he hurries to end the call. He throws the phone to the side and his other hand grips your other hip. “Why do you always do things like— ah — that?” Hiromi bucks his hips up, desperate to feel something against his growing erection. “Aw, don’t even cry. You— oh shit— love when I pull stunts like this.” Your wet folds are rubbing back and forth on his abs and you can feel an orgasm creeping up fast.

“Almost there 'Romi.” You whine out. “Let it out baby. I’m right here.” Your brows knit together as you look down at him and your orgasm fires off through your body. Legs tingling and toes curling as you release all your warm nectar onto his 6 pack. “Good girl.” He groans out. You lean down and kiss him. “You better get to the office.” You whisper into the kiss. He chuckles, “I’ll have to shower quickly first.” He says as you slide off him and he stands up.

You grab his arm. “Don’t shower.” He looks back at you with a quizzical face. “Excuse me, beloved?” You pull him to you. “I said, don’t shower. Go like this.” A devious smile splayed across your face. Hiromi laughs and shakes his head, “I swear, you’re going to be the death of me.” He indulges your request and he’d be lying if he wasn’t turned on by the fact that while he’s working, your most recent declaration of love is signed on his lower abdomen. He gets dressed and kisses you goodbye.

Hiromi arrives at his office. His secretary greets him and follows him to his office. She’s filling him in on the STAT messages left for him. She hands him his coffee and just before she exits his office she turns to him, “Mr. Higuruma, are you wearing a new cologne?” Hiromi almost spits his coffee out, “Uh um, yes. A last minute one I decided to put on.” He smiles. “It’s nice. I really like it. You should wear it more often!” She beams before exiting. Hiromi laughs and shakes his head, “Yeah, I may just start wearing it daily.”