he may appear sweet and innocent from the outside, with those wide chestnut eyes and adorable messy pigtails... but don't be so easily fooled so by his exterior — haven't you ever heard that you shouldn't judge a book by its cover?

because while his body trembles like a baby fawn and a bead of sweat rolls down his forehead as he pushes the first few inches of his flushed cock into you, he becomes an entirely different person when he finally bottoms out.

what begin as gentle whimpers turn into animalistic growls as he experiments with a few slow thrusts into your wet heat, swollen tip hitting against your spongy g spot each time with how deep his lengthy dick is buried.

but soon enough, those shallow, unsure movements of his hips are morphing into ruthless, forceful slams; as if his entire way of being has been altered by the mere feeling of your snug cunt wrapped around him.

and he can't seem to stop even for a moment now that he's settled into a rhythm, eyes screwed tightly shut in pleasure and fists clenched in the sheets either side of your head as the entire bed rocks back and forth with the sheer strength behind his movements.

he's completely lost in his own in his own little world, ears deaf to your desperate cries and pleas of "c-cho, you're going too fast!" or "can't take it anymore! 's too big!" as he continues to pound your poor body into the mattress.

thinking about choso who's no longer a virgin anymore but has to spend the aftermath of his first time comforting you, kissing away the dried remains of your tears and carrying your aching body to the bathroom to clean you up because your shaky legs are too weak to walk on.

my version of the vol29 cover 🤤🤤💦

Can we appreciate how Aran draws Geto with more piercings and his original eye color? Seeing Aran’s drawings of Geto is like seeing Heaven.

— ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ —

EX!CHOSO PUNISHES YOU AFTER FLIRTING WITH A STRANGER . . . ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

warning/what's included: ex!choso, switch!choso, finger fucking, nipple pinching + twisting, semi-public sex, fem!reader, punishment sex, spit play, praise kink, hair pulling, bareback sex, whimpering/whiny choso 😫, pet names, NSFW ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

summary: ex!choso sees you talk with another stranger, noticing that they’re trying to take you home. flirting with you. he stops the conversation really quickly, and decides to punish you in the club bathroom for flirting with another man.

wc: 4.5k

a/n: i love ex!choso/dom!choso he's so amazing. if you can't tell i want dom!choso. also.... couldn’t tell if you wanted dom!choso...so just did him. he literally brainrots my mind. ((pls pls ignore if there’s spelling/grammatical errors it’s like 3 am)) ++ YES choso is my glorious beautiful vulnerable KING. thanks for requesting, anon! (hopefully you’re okay with fem!reader) i loved writing this :3 hope this is good enough for you ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

BE WARNED AND ENJOY ♡

𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚

you scoff, seeing that being at the club with your friends in order to get over choso didn't help. at all.you ask the bartender for another drink, hoping it'd let you forget him. 

"hey beautiful," you turn to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to. it was a man, trying to hit you up. for fucks sake, was god finally on your side now? 

"hey," you reply warmly, just as you get your second drink.

while you talk with the stranger trying to flirt with you, you don't notice that your ex, choso kamo, is there too. it was purely coincidence that he was there too, as he was at the club trying to not think of you too. "for fucks sake," he grumbled under his breath. women swayed and grinded on the dancefloor, but none of them caught his attention as much as you did. your hair was utterly gorgeous, and he couldn't stop thinking on how he used to tug on it while he pounded you from the back. and jesus, how he wished to snatch you from that man's arms and fuck you right in front of him. he was already so hard, yet you haven't even touched him yet.

"so, yeah, i- i golf with my dad and, uh- corporate-rich leaders," the stranger said. he already had such an obnoxious character. you lazily nodded, sipping your drink. you also knew that this man was such a pushover. well, what did you expect? he had, like, a 5 minute rant about him investing in crypto and bitcoin a few months ago and his bank account tanked. did he seriously think this was appealing to you at all? i mean, do you look like the type of person to enjoy that shit? you weren't drunk at all, but you wished you were so you could call a cab and get the fuck out of here. 

"so, i've been meaning to ask you," he said. "do you wanna… well… get out of here? i can take you to my house and we can... well, you know," he smirked.

jesus, his ego was so high. “you know, you’re—“ 

"no, she won't be doing that," a deep voice rumbled from behind you. wait, is that..?

"yo, dude, stop trying to cockblock here. she's clearly interested," the man laughed, but you knew he was completely pissed off behind that cheerful demeanor.

is that fucking CHOSO??

"she is not interested, as she is my girlfriend. now fuck off," your ex replied harshly. he turned to you, completely ignoring the protests of the man clearly trying to fuck you. "let's go, now," 

you were going to hesitantly accept the man’s request to fuck after like 15 minutes of meeting because you wanted to stop thinking of choso. but when choso was there, you felt so much more.. safer. you wanted choso to feel your warm body, to tie your hair intimately in the late of night. you nod, happily hopping off the stool, gripping his hand tightly. choso leads you to another part of the club, where it was slightly more quieter than the dancefloor. the music from the dancefloor still poured through every crack in the club, but it wasn't as loud now. he releases his grip on your hand quickly.

"what were you doing with that man?" choso asked, folding his arms together. his muscles really showed in that shirt. youquickly smirk.

"choso. kamo. we aren't dating anymore. do you seriously think-"

"do you seriously think i would ever get over you?" he interrupted, a flush of pink faintly appearing on his cheeks. a ghost of a smile flashed on your face, but you were still pissed at him for a potential good night of sex. though, really, did you think the bitcoin-loving man would give you a good time? nope.

"choso, you still-- you ruined a night of.. well," you whined. 

"i don't care if we're exes, i would still love you. even in the afterlife," replied the stubborn, dark-haired man. 

you glance away, trying to hide your red face. "c-choso. don't-"

choso held a rough hand on your waist and brought you closer. "you know you want to be touched again by me, just say the words and i'll do it," he tugged you even closer, whispering it in your ear. 

"i- i want you to touch me, choso," you mutter. 

"say that again, baby," choso smiled, and you already knew he had a hard-on. 

"i want you to.. to touch me, choso," you hid your face away in embarrassment, but you already felt his hand sliding over to your breasts, gingerly fondling your nipples through the fabric of your clothes.

"fuck, you don't know how long i've wanted this," he muttered. 

it felt like it was only you and him in that room. 

"choso- wait, can we go to the bathroom or something..?" 

"of course, baby," he whispered in your ear. 

you both sneak away from the loud music, from the strong smell of alcohol. you both go into the girls' bathroom and check the stalls to see if anyone is inside. while checking the last one, you hear the lock click in the girls bathroom.

"fuck choso, where'd you get the keys for the girls bathroom to?" 

choso turns, leaning on the bathroom wall. "i have friends, who have friends, who have friends. you get the gist," smirking, he walks closer to you pushing you closer near the sink. 

“choso, are you sure about this..? i— people could hear us, people might need to pee, they—“

choso shushed you, smushing his lips onto yours. you immediately melt into the kiss, grasping his head and bringing him closer. you travel across the girls bathroom, until finally bumping into the sink, yelping into his mouth. but you didn’t care. even if he was trying to stop the kiss, you shook your head. you were fine. all you needed was him. the touch of him. the smooth, silky feeling of his black hair, the look in his eyes when you agreed to something. 

“all i need is you, choso,” you utter. apparently, you were thinking out loud and hadn’t noticed that choso heard you. 

“you need.. who, baby?” he asks. he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear you again. even after breaking up, he still loved the way you spoke to him. so gentle, so lovingly, so kind. after decades of harsh tones and yelling, he finally understood what it felt like to be loved. 

“wait, i— i didn’t mean to say that out loud,” you laughed. but he didn’t care.

“say it again,” he repeated. 

“i— fine.” you cleared your throat, tugging his tie, and raising yourself to his ear: “all i need, all i fuckingwant, is you, choso,” he tensed at your words, immediately bringing one of his arms to lift you onto the bathroom sink. 

“hey—“ you looked up at him, blinking confusedly. 

“tell me that you want me, tell me you want me to touch you,” choso said between his teeth.

“choso i already—“ 

“i. don’t. care. i— missed you saying that to me. , please tell me that again,” choso looked away, his jaw clenched. you were heartbroken. your breakup did affect the both of you. 

“i want you, choso kamo, to fuck me again,” you whisper. he looked back at you, his deep purple eyes searching for a hint of a lie in a sea of truth in yours.

“what— really?” he said, smiling sheepishly. 

“really,” you giggle. 

“then take it off,” 

“take.. what off?” you reply. 

“your shirt. and your bra,” 

“wow, you really love me don’t you,” you joke, smiling. choso’s face was neutral. 

you sigh, but you enjoyed it. “alright, then,” you slowly start sliding off your shirt, arching your back. you look up at him, towering over your body. he folded his arms, blinking. 

“the shirt’s off,” you say. now it was just you in your bra and skirt. 

“would you like to do the honors, choso?” you smile, signaling to your bra. choso’s taken aback, but he agrees silently. he moves closer towards you, bringing you to hugging distance. you hear the unclip of your bra, and he’s already feeling up your breasts. 

“fuck, i’ve missed you so, so much,” he groans softly. the dark-haired man starts rimming your right breast’s nipple and pinching the left’s nipple. he’s kissing and sucking your neck, making you moan a bit too loudly.

“s—shit! where—where’d you learn how to do this?” you breathe, a sweat breaking on your forehead. choso smirks against your neck. “i wanted to try something new with you,”

“i— wait,” you cry out, just as he twists your nipples.

“no, let me be in control of you for today,” he declares. 

“f—fuck, not like this,” you whine. 

“so you want me to stop?” 

“…no,” you throw your head back, already heavily breathing.

he stops touching your left tit and starts slowly taking off your skirt and panties. he starts going on his knees and biting the underwear off.

“choso, holy shit,” you say, out of instinct. you were too busy focusing on him pinching and squishing your breast to focus on what he was doing at the moment. he stands back up and starts unbuckling his pants and unbuttoning his shirt. he lets go of your chest, and you look down on his bulge. fuck, you forgot how large it was. you look back at him, and he’s so precise, so focused with what he’s doing you don’t notice his tip is already at the entrance of you. you yelp, looking down at his dick.

“fuck, i— i forgot how big you were,” you stutter, embarrassed at the fact. 

“okay then, i’ll sink in slowly. inch after inch,” he sank himself deeper into you, and you had to grasp his shoulder. you felt as if your heart staggered, waited until he was finally in. 

“f—fuck! slower, slower, slower,” you pant. your body tenses from his dick. oh god, how long has it been? you already felt yourself stretching so much from him. you both watched, whining and grunting, as your ex slowly slid himself into you. 

once he was fully in you, he grunted. “i’m- i’m gonna start moving now, okay baby?” you nodded vigorously. anything to feel him again. 

“oh, god— yes, yes,” moaning loudly, you grip on the sink’s edges and leave groove marks on his shoulder. you felt like such a slut, whoring yourself out for choso but it felt amazing. 

“you’re taking me so good baby, fuck— so good,” your ex whimpered. you raised your legs, crossing them on his waist while he increased his pace. it all felt so fucking great, you just couldn’t get enough of choso. 

“more, more, please,” you beg, throwing your head back desperately. your knuckles grew white from gripping the sink so tightly, and you felt yourself clenching from the burden in your pussy. you felt nothing else other than pleasure, grinding on his cock and rolling your eyes back so harshly. your orgasm was so fucking close. and you knew his was close too, but you just wanted him to fuck your brains out in so many positions. 

“fuck, yes, such a good girl,” he whined, increasing his pace. “look how your pussy takes me, baby. it’s like you’re fucking made for me.” you felt the club music on the sink, the vibration thrumming through your veins. you wanted to stay like this forever. yousaw his brows furrow together in pleasure, and oh my god he looked so beautiful. you fluttered your eyes closed, allowing yourself to relax and let him fuck you. 

“fuck— more, more, more, more,” you rambled, your mouth agape out of pleasure. his rough movements against you and the sound of his balls slapping your ass was so loud, so good. you were surprised someone wasn’t banging on the door trying to piss or throw up. fuck, even to have sex just like you too were doing. even though the club music was loud, you heard choso’s heavy breathing and whimpering over it and that made you throb for him so much harder. you let go of the sink, quickly grasping onto his shoulders. suddenly, you heard him spit into his fingers and start rubbing your clit. 

“ch—choso,” you popped your eyes open. “what are you— fuck!” 

“y—yes, baby?” he grunted, focused on making you cum. 

“do that again,” you smile. “that was so fucking hot,” the ecstasy of him and the sweat breaking out on his forehead was just enough for you. choso grunts, faintly smiling. you heard the sound of his spit again and starts stroking your clit again. your legs shake roughly against his waist out of the pure emotion of sex. was this how it felt? to be fucked so well? you heard him panting, rambling about how good you felt, how tight you were. 

“f—fuck- i think- i think i’m gonna come,” choso swallows. you chest heaved, your tits bouncing from him constantly pounding into you. 

“i’m gonna come,” you scream, leaving bright-red scratch marks on his back. 

“f-fuck, i think i’m gonna come too,” he whimpered loudly. you felt yourself spitting out cum from your pussy, and he quickly pulls out, webs of thick white escaping his cock. his breathing gradually slowed, and you slowly escaped from nirvana to focus on him. his sweaty face, his beautiful sweaty body, his pink lips spreading into a beautiful, soft smile.

you panted, “i fucking love you,” 

choso pinched your nipple and replied: “i love you too, baby,” 

CHOSO KAMO , YOUR HORNY EX . ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

warning/what's included: cunnilingus, fingering, dom!choso, fem!reader, (slight mention of) edging, begging, swearing, praise kink, porn with some plot, implied multiple rounds, 2-4 finger fucking, somewhat of a size kink, NSFW ⭑｡𖦹°‧

summary: you and your lingering ex, choso kamo, are both pent up after months of not fucking after you two broke up. eventually, after a couple days of seeing you at the same cafe, he decides to be bold and beg for your pussy.

BE WARNED AND ENJOY ♡

the receptionist at the cafe glances at you and the man behind you, who just so happens to be your ex. it's almost as if the receptionist knows you're his ex; the way he looks at you, he can't get enough of you. you peek at him, taking in his deep, purple eyes and silky black hair. it's not often he keeps his hair down, but the way he looks is enough to get you so fucking wet. you quickly look back towards the receptionist and hesitantly order. as you sit down at a table, you notice choso orders a black coffee. so you know he's only there to either mess with you or stare at you. 

to be quite frank, these encounters were often, but it wasn't in a creepy way. you knew he was there because this cafe reminded him of you, while you both were still dating. you pretend to scroll on your phone, crossing your legs and trying to not look at him. 

the next thing you know, you see him walking up to your table, holding your order and his in hand. “baby,” he muttered. “i need to taste you again.” you look up at him, his face full of pure lust. 

you’re taken aback. well, you knew he loved the taste of you, but to come up to you and beg for it? it turned you on so fast. 

—

“take your clothes off, now,” he states, already hard from the thought of finally touching your swollen pussy again. how you're going to clench against his rough, calloused fingers. 

he’d been waiting for so long. it was torture to him. 

your clothes slide off of you, and you're kind of.. nervous seeing him in this way after so long. it was agonizing. staying without sex, without him eating you out so messily, it was so goddamn agonizing. but when the moment finally happens, you're already fantasizing about him. the way he's going to eat you out so desperately. so fucking dirty, thinking about him fingering you right in front of him. 

you saw how hard he was. it looked huge, there's no way that it wasn't painful for him. you would love to be in control, but you both were pent up, and there was no way of fucking him until he got what he wanted.

and what he wanted? it was to fuck you, harsh, with only his fingers. he knew before he even touched you with his dick, he was going to eat you out. he would, and will, make you cum several times before he pounded you senselessly. 

it was only a split second to you before he spread your legs eagerly, gingerly touching your cunt. he squished your plush thighs and smiled, looking up at you. your face was flushed with pink, embarassed seeing him in such a position, and you in a vulnerable one as well. his pink lips were already so eager to feel, to taste, to lick you. his gentle touch created sparks flying across your body. “god, do you know what you’ve done to me?” he murmured. sinking one thick finger inside you, he rasps, "your pussy is fucking mine,"  

you cry out, the sensation arching your back. he was already pumping only finger in and out of you, and you were already so weak. for him, for sex after so long.

before you knew it, three of his fingers were sharing the feeling of your walls, and it was so overwhelming. your pleasure was his, as both of your moans and whimpering were shared. your room amplified the heat of sex and volume of his hot and heavy breathing, yet it only turned you on even more. 

right before you were about to cum, he murmured, "you deserve this,"

"cho, wha-"

he slipped his fingers out quickly, and the feeling of your orgasm was lost. you moan either way from the fast motion, your walls clenching from the emptiness. "cho— what the f-fuck..?" you mumble, your mind dizzy and your pussy wet. 

"oh, my love," the dark-haired man leered at you. "did you think i'd let you have that sweet release that easily..?" he chuckled. "not after what you've done to me. not after the fact that i knew you fingered yourself thinking about me, even after we broke up," he slid 2 fingers inside you again, making you jolt from the sudden movement. 

"fuck!" you yell, gripping the ends of the couch. 

"yeah, scream for me, just like that," he moaned, slipping his thick fingers in and out of your walls.

"you feel so good, baby," he groaned against your thighs. "i know i'm not usually in control, but i fucking love when you clench by just my fingers," 

you whined, pushing his head closer to your thighs. 

"please," you begged, "fuck me,"

"not until i suck you dry, love. you know how much i want this," 

slipping two more fingers inside you, he continues, "do you fucking know, love?" 

fuck, it's too much. a moan escapes your mouth, rolling your eyes back so far it might as well be in your cranium. 

"oh god," the pleasure was too much to even think of. your arms shook, shockwaves of just pure horniness escaping your body through your mouth. you were turned so fucking stupid, just from his fingers. "ch-cho, please, y-yes,"

he left you a whimpering mess, and you fucking loved it. 

"do you know what you've done to me? i fuck myself thinking of you. playing with yourself for me. sucking me dry. using my pigtails as fucking handlebars. and fuck, even just you fully clothed," 

"cho, please," you beg. you could barely speak at all. you only ever thought of him and how he fucked you with just his fingers. "i-i'm gonna cum, please, choso," your words shook with ecstasy. 

"oh, baby," he smiles. "go ahead," he kept sliding his fingers inside of you, gradually going faster until you shook with overwhelming euphoria of sex.

“fuck, fuck, c-choso,” you whined. “oh my g-god,” 

choso grinned, gripping your shivering thighs. "oh, love," he groaned. "fuck, you look so beautiful, so vulnerable for me. my good girl,"

it’s the way you struggled and the way your knees buckled against him was already too much for him. he knew you loved it, you craved that shit. ever since you both broke up, you were fingering yourself to the thought of him. it was so wrong, but you knew he did it too. he just admitted that shit to you. and fuck, that made you more incredibly horny than you already are. 

you just couldn’t get enough of him. 

“ch- choso, oh my god,” you moan loudly. you shook, tugging his hair closer to your cunt. he smiled against your clit, licking the walls and holding your body in place with one hand. 

“you're taking me so good, baby,” he whispered into your inner thighs. “your pussy behaves so well for me,” he whispered as he started slurping and tightly holding on to your thighs for dear life.

“oh- oh my god,” you scream. “‘m cummin’, ch-choso, mngh,”

your orgasm was world-splitting. your legs shake crazily, cumming all over your ex's face, your screams bouncing off the edge of the living room walls.

“mmm, don’t worry, baby, i’ll clean you up,” your ex began wiping the cum off his face and you with his fingers while running his tongue along your throbbing cunt. it makes you shiver with pleasure, knowing he loves the way you taste, the way you moan, the way you tug his hair in pleasure. 

“the fucking things you do to me, baby,”

𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

NEW PIN ! ꒰ 🪴 PUT THAT PUSSY ON ME𖧧˚⋆ʚɞ ── choso kamo 𝜗𝜚

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contains. 2k words + nsfw so, minors do not interact. f!reader, dom!cho, boxer!cho, established relationship, blood, sweat, semi public sex, locker room sex, f rec oral, a little ass eating (if you squint), spit, hair pulling, dirty talk, breeding, overstim, creampie, biting, cum eating.

all big-time boxers practice abstinence for at least a week before their fights; an age-old tradition that’s been torched down from talent to talent said to preserve testosterone, aggression, and most importantly, the drive to win.

it makes sense. not only on the physical side of things, but mentally. discipline — “if a player can’t handle a month or 20 days without having relations, then he’s not really ready to be a professional.”

although choso knew of this prior to becoming a fighter, his coach never actually brought it up to him until you were sat with big child-like eyes, pupils dilated as if trying to drink in every little detail, watching your amateur boyfriend practice for the first time.

CHOSO KAMO , YOUR HORNY EX . ૮ ․ ․ ྀིა

warning/what's included: cunnilingus, fingering, dom!choso, fem!reader, (slight mention of) edging, begging, swearing, praise kink, porn with some plot, implied multiple rounds, 2-4 finger fucking, somewhat of a size kink, NSFW ⭑｡𖦹°‧

summary: you and your lingering ex, choso kamo, are both pent up after months of not fucking after you two broke up. eventually, after a couple days of seeing you at the same cafe, he decides to be bold and beg for your pussy.

BE WARNED AND ENJOY ♡

the receptionist at the cafe glances at you and the man behind you, who just so happens to be your ex. it's almost as if the receptionist knows you're his ex; the way he looks at you, he can't get enough of you. you peek at him, taking in his deep, purple eyes and silky black hair. it's not often he keeps his hair down, but the way he looks is enough to get you so fucking wet. you quickly look back towards the receptionist and hesitantly order. as you sit down at a table, you notice choso orders a black coffee. so you know he's only there to either mess with you or stare at you. 

to be quite frank, these encounters were often, but it wasn't in a creepy way. you knew he was there because this cafe reminded him of you, while you both were still dating. you pretend to scroll on your phone, crossing your legs and trying to not look at him. 

the next thing you know, you see him walking up to your table, holding your order and his in hand. “baby,” he muttered. “i need to taste you again.” you look up at him, his face full of pure lust. 

you’re taken aback. well, you knew he loved the taste of you, but to come up to you and beg for it? it turned you on so fast. 

—

“take your clothes off, now,” he states, already hard from the thought of finally touching your swollen pussy again. how you're going to clench against his rough, calloused fingers. 

he’d been waiting for so long. it was torture to him. 

your clothes slide off of you, and you're kind of.. nervous seeing him in this way after so long. it was agonizing. staying without sex, without him eating you out so messily, it was so goddamn agonizing. but when the moment finally happens, you're already fantasizing about him. the way he's going to eat you out so desperately. so fucking dirty, thinking about him fingering you right in front of him. 

you saw how hard he was. it looked huge, there's no way that it wasn't painful for him. you would love to be in control, but you both were pent up, and there was no way of fucking him until he got what he wanted.

and what he wanted? it was to fuck you, harsh, with only his fingers. he knew before he even touched you with his dick, he was going to eat you out. he would, and will, make you cum several times before he pounded you senselessly. 

it was only a split second to you before he spread your legs eagerly, gingerly touching your cunt. he squished your plush thighs and smiled, looking up at you. your face was flushed with pink, embarassed seeing him in such a position, and you in a vulnerable one as well. his pink lips were already so eager to feel, to taste, to lick you. his gentle touch created sparks flying across your body. “god, do you know what you’ve done to me?” he murmured. sinking one thick finger inside you, he rasps, "your pussy is fucking mine,"  

you cry out, the sensation arching your back. he was already pumping only finger in and out of you, and you were already so weak. for him, for sex after so long.

before you knew it, three of his fingers were sharing the feeling of your walls, and it was so overwhelming. your pleasure was his, as both of your moans and whimpering were shared. your room amplified the heat of sex and volume of his hot and heavy breathing, yet it only turned you on even more. 

right before you were about to cum, he murmured, "you deserve this,"

"cho, wha-"

he slipped his fingers out quickly, and the feeling of your orgasm was lost. you moan either way from the fast motion, your walls clenching from the emptiness. "cho— what the f-fuck..?" you mumble, your mind dizzy and your pussy wet. 

"oh, my love," the dark-haired man leered at you. "did you think i'd let you have that sweet release that easily..?" he chuckled. "not after what you've done to me. not after the fact that i knew you fingered yourself thinking about me, even after we broke up," he slid 2 fingers inside you again, making you jolt from the sudden movement. 

"fuck!" you yell, gripping the ends of the couch. 

"yeah, scream for me, just like that," he moaned, slipping his thick fingers in and out of your walls.

"you feel so good, baby," he groaned against your thighs. "i know i'm not usually in control, but i fucking love when you clench by just my fingers," 

you whined, pushing his head closer to your thighs. 

"please," you begged, "fuck me,"

"not until i suck you dry, love. you know how much i want this," 

slipping two more fingers inside you, he continues, "do you fucking know, love?" 

fuck, it's too much. a moan escapes your mouth, rolling your eyes back so far it might as well be in your cranium. 

"oh god," the pleasure was too much to even think of. your arms shook, shockwaves of just pure horniness escaping your body through your mouth. you were turned so fucking stupid, just from his fingers. "ch-cho, please, y-yes,"

he left you a whimpering mess, and you fucking loved it. 

"do you know what you've done to me? i fuck myself thinking of you. playing with yourself for me. sucking me dry. using my pigtails as fucking handlebars. and fuck, even just you fully clothed," 

"cho, please," you beg. you could barely speak at all. you only ever thought of him and how he fucked you with just his fingers. "i-i'm gonna cum, please, choso," your words shook with ecstasy. 

"oh, baby," he smiles. "go ahead," he kept sliding his fingers inside of you, gradually going faster until you shook with overwhelming euphoria of sex.

“fuck, fuck, c-choso,” you whined. “oh my g-god,” 

choso grinned, gripping your shivering thighs. "oh, love," he groaned. "fuck, you look so beautiful, so vulnerable for me. my good girl,"

it’s the way you struggled and the way your knees buckled against him was already too much for him. he knew you loved it, you craved that shit. ever since you both broke up, you were fingering yourself to the thought of him. it was so wrong, but you knew he did it too. he just admitted that shit to you. and fuck, that made you more incredibly horny than you already are. 

you just couldn’t get enough of him. 

“ch- choso, oh my god,” you moan loudly. you shook, tugging his hair closer to your cunt. he smiled against your clit, licking the walls and holding your body in place with one hand. 

“you're taking me so good, baby,” he whispered into your inner thighs. “your pussy behaves so well for me,” he whispered as he started slurping and tightly holding on to your thighs for dear life.

“oh- oh my god,” you scream. “‘m cummin’, ch-choso, mngh,”

your orgasm was world-splitting. your legs shake crazily, cumming all over your ex's face, your screams bouncing off the edge of the living room walls.

“mmm, don’t worry, baby, i’ll clean you up,” your ex began wiping the cum off his face and you with his fingers while running his tongue along your throbbing cunt. it makes you shiver with pleasure, knowing he loves the way you taste, the way you moan, the way you tug his hair in pleasure. 

“the fucking things you do to me, baby,”

𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

— ࿔‧ ֶָ֢˚˖𐦍˖˚ֶָ֢ ‧࿔ —

EX!CHOSO PUNISHES YOU AFTER FLIRTING WITH A STRANGER . . . ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

warning/what's included: ex!choso, switch!choso, finger fucking, nipple pinching + twisting, semi-public sex, fem!reader, punishment sex, spit play, praise kink, hair pulling, bareback sex, whimpering/whiny choso 😫, pet names, NSFW ᯓᡣ𐭩.ᐟ ⊹

summary: ex!choso sees you talk with another stranger, noticing that they’re trying to take you home. flirting with you. he stops the conversation really quickly, and decides to punish you in the club bathroom for flirting with another man.

wc: 4.5k

a/n: i love ex!choso/dom!choso he's so amazing. if you can't tell i want dom!choso. also.... couldn’t tell if you wanted dom!choso...so just did him. he literally brainrots my mind. ((pls pls ignore if there’s spelling/grammatical errors it’s like 3 am)) ++ YES choso is my glorious beautiful vulnerable KING. thanks for requesting, anon! (hopefully you’re okay with fem!reader) i loved writing this :3 hope this is good enough for you ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა

BE WARNED AND ENJOY ♡

𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ᡣ𐭩⋆.𐙚⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚

you scoff, seeing that being at the club with your friends in order to get over choso didn't help. at all.you ask the bartender for another drink, hoping it'd let you forget him. 

"hey beautiful," you turn to see who the unfamiliar voice belonged to. it was a man, trying to hit you up. for fucks sake, was god finally on your side now? 

"hey," you reply warmly, just as you get your second drink.

while you talk with the stranger trying to flirt with you, you don't notice that your ex, choso kamo, is there too. it was purely coincidence that he was there too, as he was at the club trying to not think of you too. "for fucks sake," he grumbled under his breath. women swayed and grinded on the dancefloor, but none of them caught his attention as much as you did. your hair was utterly gorgeous, and he couldn't stop thinking on how he used to tug on it while he pounded you from the back. and jesus, how he wished to snatch you from that man's arms and fuck you right in front of him. he was already so hard, yet you haven't even touched him yet.

"so, yeah, i- i golf with my dad and, uh- corporate-rich leaders," the stranger said. he already had such an obnoxious character. you lazily nodded, sipping your drink. you also knew that this man was such a pushover. well, what did you expect? he had, like, a 5 minute rant about him investing in crypto and bitcoin a few months ago and his bank account tanked. did he seriously think this was appealing to you at all? i mean, do you look like the type of person to enjoy that shit? you weren't drunk at all, but you wished you were so you could call a cab and get the fuck out of here. 

"so, i've been meaning to ask you," he said. "do you wanna… well… get out of here? i can take you to my house and we can... well, you know," he smirked.

jesus, his ego was so high. “you know, you’re—“ 

"no, she won't be doing that," a deep voice rumbled from behind you. wait, is that..?

"yo, dude, stop trying to cockblock here. she's clearly interested," the man laughed, but you knew he was completely pissed off behind that cheerful demeanor.

is that fucking CHOSO??

"she is not interested, as she is my girlfriend. now fuck off," your ex replied harshly. he turned to you, completely ignoring the protests of the man clearly trying to fuck you. "let's go, now," 

you were going to hesitantly accept the man’s request to fuck after like 15 minutes of meeting because you wanted to stop thinking of choso. but when choso was there, you felt so much more.. safer. you wanted choso to feel your warm body, to tie your hair intimately in the late of night. you nod, happily hopping off the stool, gripping his hand tightly. choso leads you to another part of the club, where it was slightly more quieter than the dancefloor. the music from the dancefloor still poured through every crack in the club, but it wasn't as loud now. he releases his grip on your hand quickly.

"what were you doing with that man?" choso asked, folding his arms together. his muscles really showed in that shirt. youquickly smirk.

"choso. kamo. we aren't dating anymore. do you seriously think-"

"do you seriously think i would ever get over you?" he interrupted, a flush of pink faintly appearing on his cheeks. a ghost of a smile flashed on your face, but you were still pissed at him for a potential good night of sex. though, really, did you think the bitcoin-loving man would give you a good time? nope.

"choso, you still-- you ruined a night of.. well," you whined. 

"i don't care if we're exes, i would still love you. even in the afterlife," replied the stubborn, dark-haired man. 

you glance away, trying to hide your red face. "c-choso. don't-"

choso held a rough hand on your waist and brought you closer. "you know you want to be touched again by me, just say the words and i'll do it," he tugged you even closer, whispering it in your ear. 

"i- i want you to touch me, choso," you mutter. 

"say that again, baby," choso smiled, and you already knew he had a hard-on. 

"i want you to.. to touch me, choso," you hid your face away in embarrassment, but you already felt his hand sliding over to your breasts, gingerly fondling your nipples through the fabric of your clothes.

"fuck, you don't know how long i've wanted this," he muttered. 

it felt like it was only you and him in that room. 

"choso- wait, can we go to the bathroom or something..?" 

"of course, baby," he whispered in your ear. 

you both sneak away from the loud music, from the strong smell of alcohol. you both go into the girls' bathroom and check the stalls to see if anyone is inside. while checking the last one, you hear the lock click in the girls bathroom.

"fuck choso, where'd you get the keys for the girls bathroom to?" 

choso turns, leaning on the bathroom wall. "i have friends, who have friends, who have friends. you get the gist," smirking, he walks closer to you pushing you closer near the sink. 

“choso, are you sure about this..? i— people could hear us, people might need to pee, they—“

choso shushed you, smushing his lips onto yours. you immediately melt into the kiss, grasping his head and bringing him closer. you travel across the girls bathroom, until finally bumping into the sink, yelping into his mouth. but you didn’t care. even if he was trying to stop the kiss, you shook your head. you were fine. all you needed was him. the touch of him. the smooth, silky feeling of his black hair, the look in his eyes when you agreed to something. 

“all i need is you, choso,” you utter. apparently, you were thinking out loud and hadn’t noticed that choso heard you. 

“you need.. who, baby?” he asks. he already knew the answer, but he wanted to hear you again. even after breaking up, he still loved the way you spoke to him. so gentle, so lovingly, so kind. after decades of harsh tones and yelling, he finally understood what it felt like to be loved. 

“wait, i— i didn’t mean to say that out loud,” you laughed. but he didn’t care.

“say it again,” he repeated. 

“i— fine.” you cleared your throat, tugging his tie, and raising yourself to his ear: “all i need, all i fuckingwant, is you, choso,” he tensed at your words, immediately bringing one of his arms to lift you onto the bathroom sink. 

“hey—“ you looked up at him, blinking confusedly. 

“tell me that you want me, tell me you want me to touch you,” choso said between his teeth.

“choso i already—“ 

“i. don’t. care. i— missed you saying that to me. , please tell me that again,” choso looked away, his jaw clenched. you were heartbroken. your breakup did affect the both of you. 

“i want you, choso kamo, to fuck me again,” you whisper. he looked back at you, his deep purple eyes searching for a hint of a lie in a sea of truth in yours.

“what— really?” he said, smiling sheepishly. 

“really,” you giggle. 

“then take it off,” 

“take.. what off?” you reply. 

“your shirt. and your bra,” 

“wow, you really love me don’t you,” you joke, smiling. choso’s face was neutral. 

you sigh, but you enjoyed it. “alright, then,” you slowly start sliding off your shirt, arching your back. you look up at him, towering over your body. he folded his arms, blinking. 

“the shirt’s off,” you say. now it was just you in your bra and skirt. 

“would you like to do the honors, choso?” you smile, signaling to your bra. choso’s taken aback, but he agrees silently. he moves closer towards you, bringing you to hugging distance. you hear the unclip of your bra, and he’s already feeling up your breasts. 

“fuck, i’ve missed you so, so much,” he groans softly. the dark-haired man starts rimming your right breast’s nipple and pinching the left’s nipple. he’s kissing and sucking your neck, making you moan a bit too loudly.

“s—shit! where—where’d you learn how to do this?” you breathe, a sweat breaking on your forehead. choso smirks against your neck. “i wanted to try something new with you,”

“i— wait,” you cry out, just as he twists your nipples.

“no, let me be in control of you for today,” he declares. 

“f—fuck, not like this,” you whine. 

“so you want me to stop?” 

“…no,” you throw your head back, already heavily breathing.

he stops touching your left tit and starts slowly taking off your skirt and panties. he starts going on his knees and biting the underwear off.

“choso, holy shit,” you say, out of instinct. you were too busy focusing on him pinching and squishing your breast to focus on what he was doing at the moment. he stands back up and starts unbuckling his pants and unbuttoning his shirt. he lets go of your chest, and you look down on his bulge. fuck, you forgot how large it was. you look back at him, and he’s so precise, so focused with what he’s doing you don’t notice his tip is already at the entrance of you. you yelp, looking down at his dick.

“fuck, i— i forgot how big you were,” you stutter, embarrassed at the fact. 

“okay then, i’ll sink in slowly. inch after inch,” he sank himself deeper into you, and you had to grasp his shoulder. you felt as if your heart staggered, waited until he was finally in. 

“f—fuck! slower, slower, slower,” you pant. your body tenses from his dick. oh god, how long has it been? you already felt yourself stretching so much from him. you both watched, whining and grunting, as your ex slowly slid himself into you. 

once he was fully in you, he grunted. “i’m- i’m gonna start moving now, okay baby?” you nodded vigorously. anything to feel him again. 

“oh, god— yes, yes,” moaning loudly, you grip on the sink’s edges and leave groove marks on his shoulder. you felt like such a slut, whoring yourself out for choso but it felt amazing. 

“you’re taking me so good baby, fuck— so good,” your ex whimpered. you raised your legs, crossing them on his waist while he increased his pace. it all felt so fucking great, you just couldn’t get enough of choso. 

“more, more, please,” you beg, throwing your head back desperately. your knuckles grew white from gripping the sink so tightly, and you felt yourself clenching from the burden in your pussy. you felt nothing else other than pleasure, grinding on his cock and rolling your eyes back so harshly. your orgasm was so fucking close. and you knew his was close too, but you just wanted him to fuck your brains out in so many positions. 

“fuck, yes, such a good girl,” he whined, increasing his pace. “look how your pussy takes me, baby. it’s like you’re fucking made for me.” you felt the club music on the sink, the vibration thrumming through your veins. you wanted to stay like this forever. yousaw his brows furrow together in pleasure, and oh my god he looked so beautiful. you fluttered your eyes closed, allowing yourself to relax and let him fuck you. 

“fuck— more, more, more, more,” you rambled, your mouth agape out of pleasure. his rough movements against you and the sound of his balls slapping your ass was so loud, so good. you were surprised someone wasn’t banging on the door trying to piss or throw up. fuck, even to have sex just like you too were doing. even though the club music was loud, you heard choso’s heavy breathing and whimpering over it and that made you throb for him so much harder. you let go of the sink, quickly grasping onto his shoulders. suddenly, you heard him spit into his fingers and start rubbing your clit. 

“ch—choso,” you popped your eyes open. “what are you— fuck!” 

“y—yes, baby?” he grunted, focused on making you cum. 

“do that again,” you smile. “that was so fucking hot,” the ecstasy of him and the sweat breaking out on his forehead was just enough for you. choso grunts, faintly smiling. you heard the sound of his spit again and starts stroking your clit again. your legs shake roughly against his waist out of the pure emotion of sex. was this how it felt? to be fucked so well? you heard him panting, rambling about how good you felt, how tight you were. 

“f—fuck- i think- i think i’m gonna come,” choso swallows. you chest heaved, your tits bouncing from him constantly pounding into you. 

“i’m gonna come,” you scream, leaving bright-red scratch marks on his back. 

“f-fuck, i think i’m gonna come too,” he whimpered loudly. you felt yourself spitting out cum from your pussy, and he quickly pulls out, webs of thick white escaping his cock. his breathing gradually slowed, and you slowly escaped from nirvana to focus on him. his sweaty face, his beautiful sweaty body, his pink lips spreading into a beautiful, soft smile.

you panted, “i fucking love you,” 

choso pinched your nipple and replied: “i love you too, baby,”