Haji

“Can I have some?” You asked, leaning over the counter, pointing at your boyfriend's bowl of ice cream.

Enjin looked at your bowl, then at you, “Your bowls still full-”

But you shook your head, “But you got strawberryyy ‘n I got fudge, just lemme taste it!”

Enjin relent, shoving his bowl towards you. You happily picked up the spoon, walked around the table and ran it under hot faucet water.

Enjin just watched, as you tried desperately to stifle a laugh.

His eyes never left you. You even took it a step further by examining the spoon before wiping it on your shirt.

You took a bite then pushed it back; handing him his spoon with an innocent, “Thanks!” 

He was frozen—his spoon hovered above his bowl of melting ice cream. His face was unreadable, but you could feel his mood shifting with his thoughts. 

“The fuck was that?” 

You perked up from your bowl, feigning confusion with a dumb, “Huh?”

“Huh!?” Enjin mocked. You scoffed to cover your laugh, “I don't know what you're talking about-”

Snickering under your breath.

He opened his mouth, but decided not to. He just shook his head and kept eating.

Later…

You were laid on the couch when you heard him come downstairs. You peeked over the cushions, watching him rummage through the fridge through the mini bar window.

He pulled out a soda he bought from the store—and you had found your next target.

You hopped over the couch, slithering into the kitchen doorway. You watched him open it and take a drink, before you stupidly asked, “Can I have some?” 

Enjin stopped mid sip. He looked at you with confused irritation, “What? Baby…no…”

But you whined and complained about being thirsty and how it was 'just a lil' sip', and how you drunk yours already to the point he gave in with a loud groan.

He sucked his teeth, offering the drink with a stern, “Here, damn!” 

You thanked him again, before taking your shirt and wiping the top.

This time Enjin wasn't going—he grabbed your shirt and yanked you forward. 

You were all shits and giggled until he snatched the drink with one hand and pinned you against the wall with his weight.

His inked hand gripped your face, squeezing your cheeks until your lips parted.

He lodged his thumb in it, pressing his thumb on your wet tongue to hold your mouth open. 

You were still laughing, until he took a huge swig of soda and spat it right into your mouth.

It was a messy spurt of red strawberry glavoired soda that got in your mouth, on the side and spilled out and down your chin.

You were stunned, half a mouth full.of lukewarm spit mixed soda still sitting on your tongue.

He removed his thumb, closing your mouth with his fingers.

He tilt your head back with a stern, “Swallow that shit-” 

When you didnt react quick enough, he sealed his tatted hand around your neck, with a low, “I said swallow-”

He felt your throat move against his palm with satisfaction.

His hand snaked around and tangled it in your hair. He snatched your head forward, “You can drink my spit but not after me?” you were too stumped to speak. He took another sip from the bottle,

His hand wrapped back around your throat, his eyes told you what his mouth couldn't, 'Open.'

This stream of soda was calmer than the last. When he finished, he spat in your mouth before following it with a deep kiss.

His tongue twirled around yours, as his hands and his body kept you still. 

You could feel his dick twitch against you as he pressed against you, letting it rub against you

When he pulled back, a string of strawberry flavored spit connecting you—he huffed,

“Y'ever do sum shit like that again and I'll make sure everything you eat, everything you drink, everything you taste- from me is straight spit mixed food and drinks-” 

He leaned closer, his voice heavier, “Don't let the internet get you fucked up-”

And with that, he left you standing in the kitchen—a sticky, turned on mess.

☆BOOGIENOTES☆ Hi guys—this wasn't even a planned hiatus...life's genuinely taking me through dere...i was supposed to have been back months ago... but my motivation dwindled and life got harder. Its still a hassle but this is the only way I know to clear my mind. It's a slow start but I'll come back strong hopefully. Until then see ya round mamas! I'm rusty but im coming back! Ahahahaha~!

Also...yall fuckin' with the new profile!? No....just me? Cool cool....

HeadLock City!

Enjin X Black!Reader

➳❥ Enjin and his obsession with headlocks~

⁀➷MDNI— Hair pulling, vulgar language, name-calling, multi-orgasms, backshots, rough-deep sensual sex, Enjins a Freak, headlocking, breath play, slight spanking, choking for sure... wrd Cnt: 1691wrds

“You ever been put in a headlock?” 

Sometimes it was best not to answer Enjin's dumb questions—sometimes it ends in an argument—and other times…well.

“A-ah-!” It ends with the life being squeezed from you by a big, beefy, tatted arm in the world's filthiest position. His words spiraled in your ear, while your spine curved to his will. Your head was lost in the clouds, all you could think about was what Enjin was saying to you while he drilled your shit into the bed like he was trying to break it.

Your pussy throbbed; words meant nothing in that moment, just the feeling of his bicep flexing around your neck, at every soppy thrust he delivered to your puffy hole. 

“Mm, can you breathe, pretty girl?” you let out a strangled moan, feeling his tip smack your G-spot. “Good~You feel so good when you can’t breathe-” He pulled your head back, cutting off your circulation, groaning when your pussy tightened, “J-just like that~”

You were losing it, your hands were shaking, clutching the sheets, struggling to breathe. Oh, Enjin was evil, watching your eyes go white, mouth open, drooling onto his tattoos. Enjin was shaking. You were sucking his dick so good that he started contemplating doing this to you more often. 

You were ten times sluttier and ten times hornier when you couldn’t breathe—only when your grip on his sheets started to fail, and your body felt more ragdoll than human—did he let you breathe, releasing you to the sheets, slowing down to let you catch your breath. 

He slapped your ass, making you wince, “C’mon, that all you got girl?” He pushed his cock deeper, smooshing his leaky tip against your sweet spots. You whined, trying to push him away. Your hand pushed up against his sweaty abs, moaning when he grabbed it and forced it behind your back. “Uh-uh, take this dick.”

You tried to free your arm, throwing your ass back on him against your will, Enjin purred. He placed his free hand beside your head, angling his cock so he could drive his hips into your ass—your pussy squelched—thoughts gone, hips betraying you.

The air was filled with the melodic sounds of your sloppy pussy creaming around his girthy length. Anyone walking past would definitely hear you getting your pussy defiled by this aggressive ass man. 

He pulled your hair, angling your head back so your filthy moans bounced against the walls and deep into his ears. Your ass was bouncing off his hips in pretty waves; it was mesmerizing. He pulled your ass apart, half-lidded golden jewels focused on the way his tatted dick slid in and out of your creamy hole. He threw his head back, “f-fuck, talk me through it, baby, talk me through that shit, tell me how good it is-”

Your thoughts were wasted, but your mouth was rambling, “sssooo good! So- nngh~ d-deep~” 

“That's right, touch yourself f’me.” Your hand slid between your sweaty legs, pressing your shaky fingers on your puffy clit, melting into the sheets, moaning his name in broken mantras. You could feel his dick sliding against your walls, making you squeal. You felt your orgasm building like a wall, and before you could warn him, you were shattering, “o-oh my fuccckkk!” 

Enjin felt you tighten, your arm stiffened, muscles spasming. Enjin dragged it out, throwing you into the second orgasm that had you whining, “Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck-”

He held you there, dragging his cock against your burning walls, listening to your pussy sob, “Awee did she cum again~ do it again, I wanna feel that again-”

He was thrusting into you like a madman, losing whatever restraint he had and pushing your ribcage into the bed—leeeeaaaannninggg alllll the way down—until your ass was high in the air, and nothing stopped you from the back and forth back and forth motions he set for you at a rabid pace. 

“Tight l-lil lady- awee are you gonna cum again? For the third time in a row~” 

He was acting like a dog, begging you for a response your body refused to give, your eyes were lost, and Enjin had you pinned. Somewhere between your second orgasm, something broke in him that just felt too good. 

He leaned closer, dragging your hips up until his lips were on your ear, telling you the most sinful shit he could to drag you over the edge, “C’monn, pretty mama, do it again, go ova’ the edge f’me one more time so I can send you back over that bitch again- *thrust* and again- *thrust* and a fuckin’-gain-”

You had this man crying, tears of pure pleasure and joy rolling down his cheeks, collecting at the sides of his shaky lips, forced into the sexiest grin. If you could turn around, see Enjin's face, cheeks, and ears flushed red, all fucked out, sweat-drenched. Eyes lost in the lady pleasure, crawling up his spine and coaxing him to let go of an orgasm he’s long been overdue for.

A sinful moan left his lips. Your pussy was too much, and the worst part was that she wouldn’t let go. His tip felt like it was going to explode inside of you if you kept cleanching like that—like he begged for—he was burning through his stamina all for you. 

“More bitch, c’monnn she got more to give- you keep fu-fuckin’ playin’, and y-you won’t leave this bed a-alive.” he bit your ear, making you whine—oh, he just didn’t know you wanted to cum again so bad—your hips were stuttering, trying to keep up with the way he fucked you back savage, trying to create that same rhythm that could put you through it again.

But it just wasn’t hitting the same; something was missing, and you were getting irritated.

Enjin sees it, the way your body struggles for release, the frustration was evident. You were begging him for help, and he knew just how to help you. His lips dragged against the shell of your ear, “You want it in a headlock, don’t you?”

You nodded frantically, turning your head to the side to meet his watery gaze. His eyes looked like sunsets over an ocean; they were so heavenly. You stuck your lip out, batting away pearly tears, “P-please~♡”

His eyes widened, whispering, “Fuck, why do you do this to me?” kissing the side of your temple before slithering his arm around your neck, pulling you back against his chest, squeezing your pudge with his other hand. 

His grip tightened, and on cue, your pussy tightened, drooling on his sheets. Enjin kissed the top of your head, grinding his hips in deep thrusts that left you speechless. 

It felt so good; his body melted into yours, waves of pleasure crashing down on the two of you as the evening fanned over outside of it all. Nothing mattered more than the way you were being held, the way his weight cushioned you against the sheets—his breath synced with yours, caressing your silky walls. Soul-tied. 

Where your hand reached, his other followed, dragging up your hips, and down your arm, dragging your hand back to your side. “Mm-mm-’ he shook his head gently, “Don’t run from it, baby m’so close don’t run~” 

His thrusts grew desperate, dragging you up the bed, your head fell on the sheets, whispering his name, “M’so close, and only you do that to me~”

Enjin babbled to you, running his mouth into your neck, “pleasemebabypleaseme~” the headboard hit the wall in a lazy rhythm, the room smelled like you and him, melting your brain down like butter, getting lost in his words, nodding mindlessly, “Yeah? You’ll please me, baby? Nod your head, keep telling me yes~” 

Even if you wanted to stop, you were too far gone to think right, nodding to make your man happier than he already was. Enjin shuddered—he knew he was close to the end—and he made sure you got every last inch of it before he was done with you. 

His grip around your neck was mind-numbing, cutting the circulation to your brain, making you dizzy, “Filthy, filthy, filthy pussy, filthy woman—so greedy, you b-both so fuckin’ greedy-” 

Plap~! Plap~! Plap~! 

Oops, there goes the last of your sanity, “E-enj-!”

“Ah ah, you shouldn’t be able to speak t’me pretty, looks like I-m’not doin’ a good job at choking you, huh?” 

The knot in your stomach was burning, you could feel the ropes start to snap, the tighter his grip got, the harder it got to breathe, the tighter your pussy got, the looser his mouth and mind got, “Fuucck~! You want it? You want it, don’t you? Nod- atta girl, nod that pretty head and tell big bad Enjin whatchu want~”

His hand slid down between you, rubbing your clit sensually—if you could process a single thought, you’d notice his fingers spelling E-N-J-I-N in sloppy cursive. Making this grown ass man giggle, shameless.

If you had half a mind right then, he knew you’d call that shit sexy and probably beg him to do it again, fuck you were his girl—all his. Your pussy contracted, words were strangled gasps, as his dick dug into your spongy walls. 

Your clit was buzzing, you were shaking in his hands, orgasm slamming into you like a freight train.

You gasped, muscles tightening, dragging the sheets off their edges and crumpling them in front of your weeping face. It was too much; he was too close, your body was giving in to him and gravity, and after three brutal thrusts, Enjin slammed into you, groaning. 

You felt something warm fill your cunt, overflowing down the sides of his shaft. Enjin sighed, letting his weight fall on you, “Tha-*huff*that’s it, baby, relax f’me~𖹭”

The two of you stayed like that for a while before Enjin slid off to the side of you. Pulling you close to him, kissing your forehead. “I’m thinkin’ we do that again when you can feel your legs, yeah?” 

You couldn’t even nod, just hummed along to his words, drifting off to sleep. 

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only then does he move into your mouth. prods with his index, his fingerprint tracing each and every groove of your teeth. he slides another in, this time stroking your tongue the same way he strokes inside of you when he preps you for his cock. you figure it’s the same thing, as he eases his fingers back, back, until he touches the beginnings of your throat. you can’t stop yourself from gagging, shooting a worried look in his direction that he only chuckles at. he holds your head still, his smile soft, his coos of reassurance soft.

“I’m barely in,” he whispers, mouth skimming your cheeks. “How are you supposed to swallow my cock if this is all you can take?” I can take it all, you want to say, but he’s stuffed another finger inside your mouth. he strokes your tongue and inside of your cheeks and the roof of your mouth until drool spills from the corners, dribbles down your chin, his wrist.

Toji only laughs at your wetted eyes, gripping your head firmly, as he starts to move you back and forth until you’re fucking his fingers with your mouth. he controls the pace, steady but gentle, kissing away your tears with every gag when his fingers touch the back of your throat.

you're all comfy in his lap, back against his broad chest, in a private booth (thank you shiu) while the others in the group are busy drinking or on the dance floor. but you are more than content with just staying with toji. the way his hand strokes up and down your back, occasionally, going over your hip and playfully squeezing your ass as he feigns innocence !!

trying to get him back by teasing him, pouting as you tell him that you want his opinion on this new outfit you bought bc you don't know if the color fits you. and he does NOT expect to see you open a picture of you posing in the mirror in cute pink lingerie that hugs you in all the right places. “i like this one, the pink set was so pretty, but i dunno if i like it on me,” you hum.

toji is losing his fucking MIND right now, his arms gripping you tighter as he lets out a heavy sigh at the view. he doesn't even get a chance to say anything before you're swiping to the left and you grow a little shy, giving a fake little 'woops'

instead of a picture, it’s a fucking video. a video of you fucking yourself with a toy playing on the screen angled so only he could see!! the volume is low so only you both can hear it and toji can HEAR the wet gushing of your pussy, creaming around the toy as you moaned and begged oh so cutely. “aww...toji, I couldn’t even get the toy all the way in,” you whine. “only got it halfway…”

its taking everything in him not to just fuck you right now, to show you he'd make sure you'd be able to get cock in you all the way. "kook at my best girl, so fuckin' desperate and needy," he hums, resting his chin on your shoulder as he watches the video. "tsk, tsk, tsk...poor think, y'should be filled up properly, hm? stretched on my cock til you're taking all of it...i'd make sure ya cream for real, baby doll."

“i wanted t’ send this to you, wanted you t’ see it and tell you t’ come help me get it in me,” you pouted, leaning into him. "plus, when it feels too good i can't help but run away from it, and it makes it sooo hard t' cum, tojiiiii....you wouldn' let me run from it, right, big guy?"

the way you look at him over your shoulder with those pretty eyes that just scream mischief..."mmn, you should've. i would've come over right away. make sure we get some cock into ya like y'need it. stretch you out niiiiice and good, get m'cock into that tight, pretty pussy of yours...like the good best friend i am," he purrs, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

toji taught you how to ride dick and how to ride it good, to the point where his toes were curling, his eyes were rolling to the top of his eyelids, and his hands were gripped onto your ass for dear life. 

once you were on top, you couldn’t stop; his mouth would get dry and his hands would get sweaty as he watched your every move, waiting for you to do something. first you’ll tease him and slowly slide yourself up and down on him, and when he's caught off guard, you'll quicken the pace. 

his eyes fluttering as he tries to catch up to you, but at that time he was already going to finish. he hated when you were on, but he loved how it made him feel. how your pussy felt sliding up and down on him as he tried to keep his moans to a minimum, but you knew how good it made him feel and how he needed a break from beating your pussy in from the back, so this was the next best choice. 

at first, you were nervous to get on top because you didn’t know what you were doing, but toji changed that around real quick and taught you. telling you how to move your hips and to keep your feet planted and not to slam down on him too hard, the whole course, and just like that, you learned how to ride him so well that he was whimpering. 

his hands changing from your hips to your ass every second to see which was more stable for him to keep his hands on, deciding to just keep his hands on your ass because it felt better. 

sometimes you would get carried away though, your hands planted on his shoulders, and you started to slam down on his harder, the tip of his dick touching your sweet each time, making your stomach cave in and your stomach swarm with butterflies.

“slow… go slow.” trying to tell you to slow the fuck down, but you were worried about finishing on his dick, toji was way ahead of you when you felt his cum leak into you and slide down your aching core, slamming back into you. this was the quickest way to make him cum, if you were bouncing up and down on him for a minute, then just know he was going to cum in the next one. 

that’s what makes him so cute sometimes; he just couldn’t resist you even if he wanted to, his eyes going dark whenever you leaned down to give him a kiss, his cum leaking into you over and over again. 

mr. tough guy that finished in under five minutes whenever you were bouncing up and down on him while he held his breath, trying to focus on anything and everything else. there was something about that position that made him want to finish inside of you and not apologize or have any regrets about it. it’s like you were tighter whenever you were tight, wrapped around him as you slid up and down quickly, giving him no time to react. 

if he didn’t have time to react, he would whimper under you, your hand sliding on his face and your lips on his giving him a peck as you go faster. toji would even beg you not to go fast so that he could have the mental strength to at least try not to cum from you bouncing up and down on him, but you never listened. that's what made riding him fun. 

since he taught you how to ride him, what better way to pay him back than to make him cum from just that? and he hated that you reminded him of that. he should’ve just kept you in the dark about how to ride him, but then he wouldn’t have you wrapped around him like you are now; he just hated how he reacted to your every touch. 

“fuck… baby, just slow it down, please.” words that would usually never come out of his mouth slipped out when his cum was inching towards the tip of his dick. he was begging you to slow down, and even though it was cute, you just couldn’t give him what he wanted. this was a sight you barely got to see, so you tried to milk him out as much as you could while you were on top of him. 

the results were stunning. 

his cum leaking out of you every time you bounced on him, fucking his cum deep inside of you while more poured out of him. 

one time tears were pouring out of his eyes form how good you were riding him. he didn’t even want you to stop until he noticed that tears were sliding down his cheeks. even though he wanted you to stop, you didn’t. 

and so you kept going until your legs were giving out and weak, his chest rising and falling as he blabbered to himself how much he hated you but what he actually meant was. 

congrats on 13k honeybun <3 @s0dium

satoru had that dumb dick, the dick that had you drooling and crawling to get away from even though it felt good, the dick that had you fantasizing on the job, the dick that had your stomach twisting and turning.

if satoru was going to lay something down, it was going to be that dick, it wasn't the fact that it was big or that you liked the way his veins would pulse against your walls when he was inside of you; it was the way he used it, the way he pushed it deep inside of you and made you take it even if you couldn't.

imagine giving someone something that they don't know how to use; it wouldn't make sense and would essentially be useless to them, but satoru, on the other hand, knew how to use what was given to him with ease. he didn't just stick his dick inside of you and push his hips into you; absolutely not; there was a technique to it. that's why it had you moaning face down into the sheets and your ties cracking and curling every which way.

satoru was an angel; there was no denying that; he was all you ever wanted, but god, that dick was a blessing from heaven itself, like they tailored it just for you. they knew that he would be the man for you, so they made his dick just for you; it slipped in and out of you with ease while still giving you the pleasure that had you arching your back and gripping the sheets.

satoru knew how much you loved the way he put it down while he was fucking you deep and slow, his dick deep inside of you. it's like you could feel it in your stomach and almost in your throat. he knew he had to fuck you like he hated you. that's the only way to drive you crazy, the only way to make you cry and whine for him.

if he saw you trying to crawl away, he was going to grab your leg and make you take it, or if you were on your knees trying to choke on his dick, he was going to make you stuff it down your throat even if you couldn't.

sometimes he would joke and call himself your personal dildo, but to you, it wasn't a joke; it was all serious. it really felt like you went out and scored a dildo that was fit for you. even though it was big and especially girthy, it wasn't too big to the point where it was poking you hard or making you sick, it was big enough to cause you a little soreness during the aftermath, but that's how you knew he threw it and didn't just stick his dick in you all willy-nilly.

the aftermath showed that he had a technique for what he did; he rolled his hips with what he did and added that extra stimulation to his mouth being placed all over your body. it drove you crazy to know this sweet, sexy man had that dick swinging on him and hiding in his pants.

satoru wasn't cocky about it either; he let you have the cockiness and let you do what was needed with his dick. at that point, it was yours; you had it out all the time. sometimes you liked to just take it out and admire how pretty and big it was, especially when it was covered with your fluids. it was fucking gorgeous, with a light shade of pink that you would wear on your nails to be reminded of him.

“shes so fuckin pretty, mama.” he says, trying to softly pull your legs apart. he wanted to try and be gentle for your first time. (yet, you knew he couldnt. and you wanted it rough.) but hes only hanging by a fucking thread. “this all fer me, right?”

you nod, lust taking over your eyes and brain.

“you want me to taste ‘er?” he suggested, eyes lidded from his own lust. you nod, again. and he smiles. “yeah? how bad?”

“please, kat. dont tease me tonight. need you.”

“oh, princess.” he shakes his head and clicks his tongue. he bites your inner thigh, licking at the mark. “yer cunt is telling me to eat her. cant deny body language.”

you bite your own lip, nodding your head.

“mm? tell me what you want, pretty mama.”

“eat me, please.” you have a whine in your voice, clit throbbing from the cool breeze of his dorm and his breathing tickling it. “do what you want to me, i dont care.”

he works overnight and comes home early in the morning, around 3 or 4 am or so, and you greet him and give him a kissy and ask how it all went. and even though it's still dark outside and he's been working for twelve hours—he's still coming off patrol, right ? so he's still got some energy left, and he eats something and takes a shower and winds down as you fall back to sleep.

and it's not until much later in the day that he wakes up, early afternoon, and you're kind of tiptoeing around so that he can get his much-needed rest. you slip into the closet of your bedroom for something and you think you're gonna get in and out without a sound, but his hearing is so attuned to just about anything and everything at this point.

so rough and raspy, he grunts out, "what're y'lookin' for?" and you whip around real fast and he's just—

half sitting up in bed, bare back leaning against the headboard. an arm behind his head, so that his bicep is tense and round and stone-solid. stretched like that, his obliques are more prominent, taut and rippling up the side of his ribcage. he must have gotten hot while passed out, as he usually does, because the comforter is all askew; one of his legs is bent, the fine hair a dark gold in the waning day; the other is hanging off the bed, lightly swinging as he watches you, and the blanket has come down enough that you can see the bulge of his thigh muscles beneath his stupid tiny black boxer briefs.

and he's just so. man. in every single way.

at first, you were hesitant and quite frankly confused because you didn’t even know how to pole dance, but suguru didn’t care.

he wanted to see you on that pole, and asap, he made sure to come over every day and sit in a chair in front of the pole and just watch you.

“go… dance for me," was all he said, and you would have to think of sims sexy moves off the top of your head to do.

he’ll be satisfied with a smile every time you

finished, praising you and telling you to look up some tutorials online.

that you did, and you regret it.

once you started to learn moves and how to spin and move your body more fluidly, he was on you like white rice.

he literally interrupted you and dragged you to the bedroom, fucking you into another galaxy, and he didn’t even want to stop.

“come on, bend down, and do the moves you were just doing, mm, just like that.” bending the arch in your back and fucking into you with no final words, just grunts after grunts.

this is what he wanted; he wanted you to get flexible and start doing those sexy, nasty moves on the pole for him. that was his foreplay.

you didn’t have any complaints at all. learning how to do all those moves was fun, but getting fucked by your man like he hated your fucking guts felt too good.

you even started to learn advanced moves and do full routines to keep him entertained, and boy did it.

his hands were in your panties every chance he got, and his lips were on your neck. he loved that shit, and he loved how nasty you got with it.

buying outfits and those 7-inch heels to get into full character, he would look at you with those low bedroom eyes and man spreading just waiting to touch you.

“fuck baby, you’re so fucking nasty, i wanna be inside you all the time.” was what he said when he had your legs behind your back and was pushing your legs into the air.

he knew how to fuck good when he was fully turned on, and you knew how to receive good dick.

now when y’all first get into it he’ll act like he never felt the touch of a woman which can honestly be fifty fifty BUT BABY!!

he will have you clawing at the mattress the second time around, begging him to stop with tears pouring out your eyes.

he wouldn’t even wanna stop, he’s in you and he’s staying there, making sure you get the most pleasure.

fucking with other people was fun and cool for the experience but choso was definitely on another level.

he had you in positions you didn’t even know existed until had you folded like a pretzel and could barely breathe.

choso swore you were the first one he’s ever had sex with but there’s a lie somewhere in that mix, because there’s no way.

no way a man with zero sexual experience has you pinned down into the mattress, eyes filled with tears and can barely see, and his hips moving like water pushing his dick into you.

maybe he was a fast learner but something wasn’t adding up.

this quiet guy who stayed to himself, always hung out with his brother, and played video games on his free time was a freak?

saying nasty things to you that you wouldn’t dare repeat in the presence of others, pulling your hair, slapping your ass…

this man was a pro and there was no doubt about it, the days between the first and second time the both of you had sex wasn’t even that long.

so that’s how you know he couldn’t have learned all this, but that’s not what you’re dragging on.

it’s the fact he tries to act so innocent and like he does nothing and his dick game is “mediocre” when in actuality it’s top tier.

this man was so sexy in bed you couldn’t even comprehend the contrast because you were so delirious from pleasure.

the way he would have his hair in his signature pony’s and sweat would be dripping down his forehead causing him bands to stick.

and the most perfect thing was his “o” face, the way his eyes fluttered before he bent down to kiss you so he could moan into your mouth when he finished.

everything was perfect, almost out of a movie but you could feel it, his every touch, his every move.

choso knew how to feel you up to, pushing his hips deep into you so it felt like something was pushed so deep inside you could taste it.

Pairing: GOM + Nash Gold Jr x Fem!Reader

Warning(s): NSFW (but relatively mild), Face sitting, Vaginal pentetration, Profanity and typos for sure

A/N: My other Knb Hc’s: Mealtime & Life of the Party

Summary: Reader who doesn’t know how to ask for what she wants and lashes out because of it. ~ The boys have been busy, and you’re feeling needy.