overstimulating megumi because he keeps asking for it ୨୧ megumi fushiguro x fem!reader ୨୧ saw a video once...it was hot
you have been pleasuring megumi for hours. he randomly came up to you, needy and whiny, asking you to help him out.
and you did.
you hold the vibrator against his length, watching his tip grow red as precum spills out. megumi squirms all over the place, but never pulls away from the wand.
you're shocked that he's still hard after everything. you gave him the best blowjob of his life, then gave him the trusty handjob, when that didn't help you moved onto the vibrator.
he's cum so many times, yet he's still so hard and whiny. you're not complaining though.
the vibrator feels electric on his cock, it vibrates on him perfectly, making him let out pathetic whines. sweat rolls down his temples as he breathes harshly from the sensitivity he's feeling.
it almost hurts. the delicious type of pain that makes you want more.
you lean down, licking the precum that's leaking from his burning tip. he lets out a whiny moan, gripping your hair harshly as he rubs his tip against your tongue. he tastes so good and you can't help but give a small suck to his tip.
he nearly shoots cum in your mouth. "oh, fuck! don't do that! gonna make me cum."
you laugh at him. "isn't that the goal, pretty boy?"
he doesn't say anything. his chest heaves as he feels his high coming. he tightens his grip on your hair and pushes you closer to his tip. you're still holding the vibrator against his length.
"suck, please!" he whines, whimpers, and cries out. you listen to him, never ignoring his beautiful pleas. you lick his tip softly before sucking his tip harshly. his hips lift off the bed as he cums in your mouth.
he cries out in pleasure, pushing his cock deeper into your mouth, fucking your mouth sloppily.
when he pulls out his eyes are dazed. he pants, slumping against the headboard of the bed. he sighs softly.
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catboy isagi when hes in heat is very pathetic… like from the second you open the front door hes clinging onto u with his claws barely sheathed, rubbing his face into ur cheek n whining nonstop.
he keeps doing those soft desperate little chirps. those “mmnh… please…” ones that make u feel. somthing. 😳
his tail wont stop twitching, like every time u move even a little bit he does that full-body shiver n looks up at u with those huge glossy eyes.
he kneads ur thighs without realizing it, especially when youre just trying to sleep he pants all hot against ur skin while his claws dig into you (your used to it by now)
and he gets soso embarrassed because he cant stop scenting you, burying his nose into ur neck and mumbling “need u… i need u so bad…” in a shaky voice.
if u touch his ears he folds right away.
“p-please dont tease me.. m already burning…” he whines while arching up into ur hands.
when u finally give catboy isagi what hes been begging for the past week he nearly cums on the spot 😳😳😳😳
“t-thank you… thank you… i-i couldnt take it anymore…”
the moment ur hands are on him his back arches off the bed instantly, tail curling around ur leg like hes claiming u.
“hah—nh—p-please more… dont stop… dont stop please dont stop…”
and oh mai gosh the purring gets soso loud his whole chest buzzes against you, he hides his face in the crook of ur neck because hes embarrassed but he cant stop.
he keeps rutting up against your thigh because at this point his instincts took over completely.
“feels so good… im gonna go crazy…”
and if u grab his hips or like if u guide him he cums IMMEDIATELY!!😳 (ayo dats sus😳😳) he goes weak all over, tail puffing up, ears twitching nonstop and hes crying from pleasure.
“c-can i…? please… just a little…”
and when you give into his begging he loses all self control his claws curl into the sheets, and he starts rutting against you.
the way he moves is sloppy n frantic… hips stuttering every few seconds because hes sensitive n pent up n soso desperate to feel goodz
every time his cock rubs just right against u he lets out a broken little moan.
“ah-..hnn-. feels sgood, yn.. dont push me away”
he keeps trying to hold himself back, but his body betrays him. his thighs shake and ears twitching while his whole weight presses into u.
then he starts whimpering which means hes right on the edge.
“i-im s-sorry-.. i cant- i cant stop! is s’good yn ha..!!”
he ruts faster, clinging onto your shoulders like hes about to fall apart
and he does 😳
his hips jerk forward for the last time, his back arches, and he moans so loud you can feel it vibrate against you as he cums just from humping you like a needy kitten.
afterwards he goes limp on top of u, panting, his face burning red as he hides it in ur chest
“d-dont laugh at me.. i couldnt help it…”
ayoo isagi u sussy 😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳😳
i turned 15 i can make things now 🧠 unc alert
does this make sense or was i just yip yapping for the entire thing
MDNI - dom!reader x sub!gojo, sounding, catboy gojo, aftercare, pet play, name calling, degredation
a/n: im back to my roots with sub catboy gojo AND YES I am working on catboy!gojo x catboy!choso as it won my most recent poll
Gojo looked delicious.
His subtly muscled arms were pinned tight to the bed behind him, each wrist was encircled with tight ribbon.
Ribbon you usually liked to use in his hair or around his cute little ears, now kept him bound to the headboard.
It wasn’t like he could move his legs much more anyway; your weight was resting right on his thighs as you toyed with the flushed pink dick in front of you.
Your pretty little boy had his eyes closed in pain and ecstasy, snowy white eyelashes were resting oh so prettily on his blush-stained cheeks. A soft pink mark also forming around the collar around his neck, bedazzled with rhinestones that spelt out: Kitty.
“Please-please mommy can you just-fuck.”
His barely incoherent sentence was cut short by yet another flick to his bulbous, hot pink tip as it practically vibrated with need as beads of precum steadily beaded and fell.
“Now what did I say about swearing, kitty?”
You asked teasingly, delivering yet another flick to his tip as the endearment fell from your lips.
“Mmpfh sorry, Mommy”
His ears were flat against his head as he winced, rows and rows of pretty white teeth glinting as he clenched them.
With a coo and a clap of delight at his adorable demeanor you jumped up.
“And now for the main event!”
You fumbled around in the beside drawer until you brought out a small parcel.
After pulling apart the soft pink wrapping you pulled out one long, thin rod and held it up for Gojo to see.
“I’m sure you know what you did to deserve this, don’t you Kitty?”
You stared at him expectantly as his eyes nervously darted between the rod you dangled in front of his eyes and your face.
“Uhhh I-I can’t remember.”
With a weary sigh you lined up the rod with his tip and pressed it in forcefully.
“You know, I think you can, maybe you just need a little motivation to get that mind working, don’t you think?”
Gojo lets out a pathetic whine as his ears stand on edge, his whole-body tensing with newfound ecstasy at the foreign feeling.
A newfound pressure was building in his stomach and in his tip as he started to pathetically buck his thighs up and up, into taking more of the rod as it disappeared further into his length.
“I’m so-soo-sho sorry mommy, please just-hng”
“You really are an idiot, aren’t you?”
You pouted as he practically fucked himself on the sounding rod. In a brisk movement one hand wrapped around his blue studded collar, pulling him forwards; the other hand quickly pulled the rod out of his urethra, making Gojo yell out, tears beading at the corners of his eyes.
“Maybe you just need something, denser to get the message into that head of yours, Toru?”
Moving back towards the half-opened parcel, laid open on Gojo’s thighs you pulled out a different rod this time, this one had thick ridges and an even thicker diameter.
“Now this. This should do the trick.”
Gojo’s eyes widened into saucers and his tail started to repeatedly beat against the bed, his legs shaking with anticipation as you brought the sound to his prostate and pushed it in, rotating as you pressed it in further until you hit some slight resistance; and then your truly got to work.
You kept a tight hold around his collar, pushing his forwards and backwards as you rotated the sound at a torturous pace.
Gojo was a babbling mess beneath you, he could barely remember his own name, let alone whatever petty grievance he had conducted which had led him to this situation.
You traced your thumb under his eye collecting the tears that were now freely falling down his cheeks. In that moment you had to believe he was the prettiest boy on earth.
“My good boy. Taking all of what Mommy gives you so well.”
Another tight tug was delivered to his collar as you pressed a chaste kiss to his lolling and gaping mouth.
“Did that motivation help at all baby? Did that get that empty mind going you dumb little pet?”
Loud whines fell from his lips as he bucked himself further into your hold, his cheek smashed against your breast as he cried through the sensation.
Your hand left his collar to slowly massage his ears and tracing soft patterns in his hair.
“Is my baby gonna cum?”
Your tone was still teasing but held a hint of care as you cradled him, at the end of the day you wouldn’t do anything to truly hurt your pet. He was yours after all.
Pathetic stuttering nods were paired with throaty moans as you felt his hips buck and buck up and up.
“It’s alright, you can cum, you can cum now. Let go for mommy.”
That was all the reassuring he needed to hear, Gojo’s body vibrated and writhed, the orgasm crashing into him like a monster truck at high speed.
You held him for a moment longer until he stopped shaking, when you finally pulled away his chest was heaving, his eyes and cheeks a deep red.
“I’m just gonna take it out for you now baby, hold on.”
You slowly slid it out, his cock softening like a deflating balloon as you inspected the now drenched rod.
“Oh my God boy, come on, open up.”
After a few sharp taps to his cheek he opened his mouth, eyes closed and tongue lolled out as he obediently took the rod into his mouth and sucked.
Even after you removed the rod he simply lay there, eyes closed.
You maneuvered yourself to let his blissed-out body rest against your chest as you softly played with his hair.
“You okay baby?”
You asked gently, carding fingers through his soft white locks.
Gojo nodded slowly, one eye lazily opening as he nuzzled himself deeper into your chest.
“mhm.”
There was a beat of silence before he spoke up again, the picture of comfort in your lap.
“What did I do wrong?”
You chuckled dryly, dropping down to kiss his cheek.
“You stole my new bra again. It won’t happen again, will it?”
Pairing.ᐟ: Catboy!Megumi Fushiguro x Worker!reader
Encapsulation.ᐟ: After suspecting Megumi has a praise kink, his true nature starts to show when he gives you a massage.
Tags.ᐟ: non curse au, beastmen au, smut with minimal plot, cursing, kissing, praise kink, mommy kink, sub!megumi, whiny!megumi, tease!reader, afab!reader, cunnilingus, slight handjob, cum eating, slight OOC, proofread.
Author's Note.ᐟ: So many people have made him a catboy I HAD to jump on this.
WCᐟ: 1.9k
⤷ Megumi hides his heat from you.ᐟ ⋆˚࿔ part two!!
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Your office job has been taking a heavy toll on your mental and physical state, but walking through your apartment door always brings the same comfort. Megumi, your catboy boyfriend, is in the kitchen, cooking dinner, shirtless with his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, showing the waistband of his boxers.
Just a few months ago, you found him near your workplace, curled up in a small box like a loaf of bread, with a piece of fish in his mouth. You took him in out of the kindness of your heart—though, in reality, you simply couldn't resist him. With his dark, fluffy fur, a long, expressive tail, and the prettiest green eyes you’d ever seen, he was the cutest kitty you’d ever laid eyes on.
You certainly hadn't expected to wake up the next morning to find him in human form, holding you tightly as if afraid you might leave his embrace. Since that day, he has made it his personal mission to take care of you the moment you get home.
You slip off your shoes and cross the room, resting your forehead against the strong muscles of his back. Wrapping your arms around his torso, you lean into his warmth, feeling his cat ears twitch.
“Megumiii…” you draw out the vowels in his name. “Have I told you how much I appreciate you?”
You love praising him; he always reacts so sweetly to your affection.
“Y-yes… multiple times,” he says meekly, his tail stiffening against your stomach.
You giggle, watching his tail betray his flustered reaction.
“What’s wrong, pretty boy? Your tail is stiff,” you tease, poking it gently and making him hiss.
“Shut up, I’m fine,” he grumbles. There’s no real bite to his voice—it's just a shy attempt to hide how much he likes it.
“Mhm,” you hum as the fatigue finally catches up to you.
Megumi senses your exhaustion immediately. He turns around to face you in the soft loop of your arms. You look up at him, offering a tired smile.
“You don’t have to force a smile. I know you’re exhausted,” he says softly. Cupping your face in his hand, he rubs his thumb gently against your cheek. “The food will be ready by the time you finish your shower.”
You turn your head and kiss his palm. “You’re so precious, Gumi.”
A deep, rosy blush spreads across his cheeks. Gosh, he’s so cute.
After finishing your shower and night beauty routine, you walk toward the small dining table wearing nothing but an oversized shirt and panties.
Megumi pulls out your chair, gently pushing it in to make sure you are comfortable. The food on your plate is already cut, saving you the tedious task after a long day. He is always this sweet—how could you resist teasing him?
“Such a good boy for me,” you murmur, taking the first bite as he settles into the seat across from you.
His cat ears perk up, and his tail thumps against the leg of the table.
“J-just tell me about your day,” he begs, trying to distract his mind from the way your honeyed words are making him throb in his boxers.
You let out a soft giggle. “Well, handsome, let me tell you…”
He could have came right then and there from that simple compliment. He hated how you always knew exactly what to say to make him feel special. Words had never affected him this way before, but it was impossible to ignore when he knew you meant every syllable and had shown him time and time again just how much you adored him.
“Will you be able to do that for me?” you ask, drawing him out of his trance.
“Hm?” he hums, blinking as he asks you to repeat yourself.
“Megumi, baby, I asked if you could give me a massage,” you say, standing up with your plate to rinse it in the sink. “Your hands feel so good on me.”
He almost chokes on his food at the bold comment. Knowing you, it was meant to get a reaction—and it works perfectly. Before you can finish at the sink, he is behind you, placing his own plate down, wrapping his strong arms around your waist, and burying his face in the crook of your neck with a soft purr.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” you tease, feeling the tip of his tail wrap around your bare leg, making you giggle.
As you reach down to take his hand and lead him to the bedroom, you feel his fingers intertwine with yours, gripping tightly.
You release his hand to flop onto the bed, lying on your stomach. You shift slightly, the oversized shirt riding up to reveal your smooth, lower back and the cute blue cotton underwear with pink bows on the waistband—his favorite pair.
He lets out a quiet groan as his sweatpants grow uncomfortably tight. You always look so beautiful without even trying, but this angle of you makes it impossible to keep his desires in check.
“I already left the oil on the nightstand, so you can start whenever,” you say, resting your chin on your hands.
“Mhm,” he replies, reaching for the baby oil. His hands tremble with excitement as he prepares to touch your skin.
He straddles your thighs, hovering just behind you. He pours the cool oil into his palms and applies it to your exposed lower back and shoulders. The sudden chill makes you involuntarily moan.
“Ah… it's so cold,” you whimper softly, squirming just enough that your plump half bumps against his crotch.
“Fuck… stop moving,” he growls, gripping your hips to hold you still.
You bury your face in the pillow, a small smile playing on your lips, and let him work his magic.
The massage is fantastic. His hands are pleasantly rough, and he applies firm pressure to all the right spots. You aren’t even fully aware that your soft moans and words of praise are making his cock ache against his sweatpants.
“Megumi… nghh… just like that,” you moan, arching your back.
Something inside him snaps, the realization dawning that you are doing this on purpose. You are teasing him, shifting your squeezable ass against his straining cock.
His hands slide down your sides as he leans forward to press a kiss right above the band of your underwear.“Ah! Please keep going.”
He can practically feel his precum soaking through his sweats.
In one swift, deliberate motion, he turns you onto your back.
You were so focused on the sensations of his touch that when you look up, you are met with your boyfriend’s flushed, handsome face, his heavy breaths, and his pent-up frustration.
“Oh my… what's wrong?”
“Shut up,” he growls.
Your eyes widen at his harsh tone. You are about to ask again when he slides his hands under your thighs, lifting your calves and resting them over his broad shoulders.
“Why do you have to be so sweet with your words and noises… fuck,” he groans. He pulls your thighs closer to his chest, bringing the wet spot of your panties to his face and inhaling, making you squeal.
“Baby…” you whine, running your fingers over his calloused hands. “Are you upset?”
There you go again, calling him such sweet things, fretting over him like a worried mother.
His tail sways back and forth with thrill. He looks down at you, seeking silent permission. At your nod, he presses a warm, feline kiss over your covered folds.
“T-that feels so good, sweetie,” you sigh absentmindedly, looking up through your long, pretty lashes.
He lets out a soft, pitiful whimper against the fabric. You notice his fluffy cat ears shivering right near your inner thighs, and the rigid length of his cock brushing against your hip.
“Aww, is my good boy needy for me?” you joke.
That pushes him right over the edge. He slides your underwear to the side, pressing his hot tongue between your sweet slit. “Megumiii…” you cry, your hips rising slightly. “Keep going… you’re doing so good for me.”
He sucks hard against your clit, lapping up your slick cunt with an eager, immense speed.
The rhythm of your breathing, the sound of his name on your lips, and the intense angle all drive him to work faster. His index and middle fingers are working wonders deep inside your pussy, while his lips tease your clit with a heat that makes your eyes roll back. His tight grip on your thigh, combined with the low vibration of his moans, pushes you straight over the edge into a powerful orgasm.
“B-baby… you look so undone, and I haven't even touched you.” you giggle, catching your breath.
He pulls away, your juices glistening on his lips. His breathing is heavy, his pupils blown wide as he stares down at you like a cat staring at a mouse.
“Wanna…” he swallows hard, his gaze searching yours. “Make you feel good, please.”
He seems almost overwhelmed by the heat, his hips thrusting restlessly against the air. You can't bear to leave your beautiful baby in such a desperate state.
“Pretty boy…” you pat the mattress beside you. “Sit.”
He complies instantly, lowering your legs before climbing up to lean against the headboard with a deep, tense breath.
“Good boy,” you coo, sitting up to press a soft kiss to his flushed cheek. “Where does it hurt?”
“Mmph…” he glances down at your face. “M-my cock…”
“Mhm…” you hook a finger under the waistband of his sweatpants and boxers, pulling them both off simultaneously.
His thick, veiny cock bursts free, throbbing for your touch.
“Haah… m-mommy, please,” he whimpers.
“Mommy?” you smirk at him, finding his uncharacteristic desperation incredibly hot.
He nods frantically, completely undone. “Please… help me, mommy.”
“How can I help, baby?” you ask, gently stroking the soft hair just behind his fluffy cat ears.
“Keep kissing me, please… n-nothing more.”
You waste no time capturing his lips, still tasting your own savory release lingering on his mouth as his calloused fingers grip your hips. You trail your lips down to his neck and chest, as he pushes your hair behind your ear. He cries out, a sharp gasp escaping him as you run your tongue over his nipple.
“Your moans are so cute, sweetheart.” you bat your eyelashes at him.
“Shit… yesyes please keep going,” he whines, his pulsating dick shuddering at the dual sensation of your kisses and your praise.
You look down, noticing how his precum continues to leak from his pink, mushroom tip. His breathing is ragged and sporadic as he watches you looking at his pathetic, aching cock.
“D-don’t touch it… I’ll cum,” he says, his voice husky but weak as he uses his index finger under your chin to guide your eyes back to his flushed face.
But you’ve never seen anyone reach their climax from a simple touch alone, so you blatantly ignore his warning and stroke him just once.
“Fuckkk…” he whimpers, his head falling back against the headboard. His whole body shudders as he pulls his hand away from your face, running a hand through his hair.
You watch his face contort into tears and drool before your gaze drops back down to your hand that's wrapped around him.
He cums… a lot. The thick seed gushes over your palm and fingers in an overwhelming rush.
“Woah…” your eyes widen as even more of his cream spills onto you and him.
“M’sorry…” he mutters, peeking at you from between the fingers covering his flushed, embarrassed face.
“Don’t apologize, cutie,” you whisper. You pull your hand away and slowly, seductively lick his heat off your fingers.
The sight of you enjoying the moment in such a sensual way is enough to make him cum all over again.
-`♡´- Riding Choso silly in his dorm... ! :: 18+ :: fem!reader ::
Your boyfriend Choso is sprawled on his narrow dorm bed, sheets already twisted beneath his back, sweat glistening on his pale skin. The room is dim, only the desk lamp casting a soft glow over his messy hair and those dark amber eyes that keep fluttering half-shut every time you shift. His roommate’s out for the night, but the thin walls mean voices carry, and Choso knows it. He’s biting his lip so hard it’s turning white, trying so damn hard to stay quiet like a good boy.
You’re straddling him, thighs spread wide over his hips, your slick cunt already stretched around the thick head of his cock. He’s so hard it aches, fat and heavy, pulsing inside you as you sink down another inch. A broken little whimper slips from his throat before he can swallow it.
“Shh,” you whisper, voice low and sweet and so fucking mean. You roll your hips slow, letting him feel every ridge as you take him deeper. “Be quiet, baby. Your friends are right next door. You don’t want them to hear how loud you get when I fuck you, do you?”
Choso’s hands fly to your waist, fingers digging in like he’s drowning. “F-fuck… I’m trying,” he gasps, voice cracking. His cock twitches hard inside you, leaking more precum into your dripping heat. “You feel too good… can’t… ah—”
You cut him off by lifting yourself up until just the tip is kissing your entrance, then dropping back down in one smooth glide. The wet sound of your pussy swallowing him is obscene in the quiet room. Choso’s head snaps back against the pillow, a strangled moan tearing out of him before he slaps a hand over his own mouth.
“See?” you tease, grinding down deep, clit rubbing against his pelvis. You lean forward just enough to let your tits brush his chest, nipples hard and dragging over his skin. “That’s what happens when you’re loud. They’ll know exactly what a needy little slut you are for your girlfriend’s cunt.”
He whines behind his palm, hips jerking up involuntarily. “Please… don’t stop,” he mumbles, words muffled. His eyes are glassy, cheeks flushed dark. “I need it… need you riding me harder.”
You smile, all sugar and cruelty, and start bouncing properly now. Up and down, slow at first, then faster, the slap of skin on skin growing louder no matter how much he tries to hold back. Every time you sink down, his fat cock splits you open so perfectly, dragging against that spot that makes your toes curl. Choso’s breathing is ragged, little punched-out sounds escaping with every thrust.
“Quiet,” you remind him again, voice dripping honey as you clench around him on purpose. “Or I’ll have to stop and leave you like this, all hard and dripping and desperate.”
“No—no, please,” he begs, voice breaking into a whimper. His fingers bruise your hips, trying to pull you down harder. “I’ll be good, I swear… just don’t stop fucking me.”
You ride him like that for a while, mean little laughs slipping out when he fails miserably at staying silent. His moans keep spilling out, deep and wrecked, turning into these pretty, desperate noises that make your pussy flutter around him. Then, just when he’s starting to lose it, you lift off completely. His cock slaps wetly against his stomach, shiny with your juices, throbbing angrily in the cool air.
Choso lets out a devastated sound, eyes flying open. “Wait—baby, what are you—”
You swing your leg over and turn around, settling into reverse cowgirl. The view is perfect for him now. You reach back, spread your ass a little with one hand, and let him watch as you line his fat cock up with your dripping hole. Slowly, so slowly, you sink down, letting every inch disappear inside you while he stares.
“Oh my god,” Choso groans, long and filthy. His hands immediately grab your hips again, thumbs pressing into the dimples at the small of your back. “Look at that… your pretty cunt taking me so deep. Fuck, I can see everything.”
You lean forward, arching your back like a lazy kitten, ass up and chest pressed to his thighs. The new angle has his cock hitting even deeper, bullying right against your cervix with every tiny shift. “Then fuck me, Choso,” you purr, voice teasing. “Show me how bad you want it. Make me feel it.”
He snaps.
His grip tightens and he starts thrusting up into you, hard and fast, the bed creaking under the force. The wet slap of his hips meeting your ass fills the room now, no holding back. Every stroke is deep, punishing, his balls smacking against your clit. You can feel him losing control completely, hips stuttering, cock swelling even thicker inside you.
“Shit—shit, you’re so tight,” he pants, voice raw. “Taking my cock like such a good girl… fuck, I’m gonna—ah—gonna cum if you keep squeezing me like that.”
You moan softly, pushing back to meet his thrusts, letting him fuck up into you like an animal. “Then cum, baby. Fill me up. But don’t you dare get loud. Your friends might hear what a mess you make when you’re buried in my pussy.”
Choso’s rhythm falters, a broken cry ripping from his throat despite your warning. “Can’t… can’t help it,” he sobs, pounding harder. “You’re too much… too wet, too perfect… fuck, I love you, I love your cunt so much—”
He’s gone now, hips snapping up wildly, chasing that edge. You clench around him on purpose, milking him, and that’s all it takes. Choso buries himself to the hilt with one last desperate thrust, his cock pulsing as he spills hot and thick inside you. Rope after rope, flooding your pussy while he whimpers and moans your name like a prayer, trying and failing so miserably to stay quiet.
You ride out the last of his orgasm, grinding back slow, feeling him twitch and leak inside you. When he finally collapses back against the sheets, chest heaving, you glance over your shoulder with a wicked little smile.
“See what happens when you can’t behave?” you murmur, voice soft and teasing. “Next time I might have to gag you… or maybe I’ll just let your friends listen to how pretty you sound when you fall apart for me.”
Choso just whines, pulling you down against him, still buried deep, already half-hard, like the needy boy he is, pressing soft loving kisses along your neck getting oh so desperate for you all over again.
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The first time you fuck Satoru real good, he rolls over after and buries his face between your breasts, head still light and spinning in his post-orgasmic haze. He mumbles something nearly unintelligible into your skin that sounds a lot like, "Love you, mommy."
His cheeks burn as the realization of what's just slipped from his mouth sobers him up, getting ready to deny, deny, deny. He buries deeper into your chest, embarrassment flooding his veins. You're going to make fun of him, he's sure of it.
Instead, you tuck your chin to your chest and press a kiss to the top of his head.
"Love you, too, Toru," you whisper softly.
He risks a glance up up at you to find you already gazing at him, hearts in your eyes. His blush deepens as he looks away, your immediate acceptance heating him from the inside out. He lets himself settle back into the comfort of your body, baby blues slipping shut as he places kisses to your sternum.
nerdjo’s glasses slip down his nose as he stares at you between his knees, mouth already running even while you’re bobbing on his cock.
“fuckkk, that’s so good—shit, wait, did you know that like… most guys only last like five minutes with head? which is, y’know, kind of embarrassing considering the male refractory period—”
his words stutter when you swallow around his sensitive tip, spit dripping down your chin. “ohhh god, okay, yeah, that’s—fuck—that’s definitely less than five minutes for me.”
your tongue presses under his tip and he whines, still running his mouth.
“ahhh—shit, baby, did you also know semen actually has, like, fructose in it? it’s literally nature’s energy drink—ohhh fuck, your tongue—wait, wait, don’t stop—” his whimpers comes out shaky, hand twitching like he wants to push your head down but can’t decide if it’s rude.
you take him deeper, throat tightening, and he slaps a shaky hand over his mouth, eyes rolling back behind his lenses. he tries to muffle a moan but it comes out anyway, high and desperate.
“o-okay, okay, uh—s-science says sucking dick releases oxytocin—hahh, f-fuck—bonding hormone, y’know? so technically, we’re like… getting closer right now.”
you hum around him in agreement and he gasps, words spilling faster. “shitshitshit, baby, you’re—fuck, your throat’s so warm, you’re making me cum—ahhh, oh god, wait, I’m serious, I’m—”
he breaks off with a choked moan, cock twitching as he shoots thick cum across your tongue, still babbling about “increased intimacy” while you swallow every drop.
Tying him to your bed and giving him a birthday present he'll never forget. He's all yours, bound and submissive, as you take your time pleasing him with your mouth.
content: Explicit sexual content (smut), bondage (silk scarves, rope), dominant reader, submissive Choso, oral sex (male receiving), intense teasing, birthday surprise, power dynamics, dirty talk.
word count: 1,077
song: Freak by Doja Cat
masterlist ୧₊˚ playlist
The door clicked shut behind him, and before he could even set down the bag of takeout he brought, you were on him—pushing him against the wall, kissing him deeply, your hands sliding under his shirt. Choso laughed against your mouth, warmed and surprised.
“Thank you, baby,” he said, grinning. “You're being extra affectionate tonight.”
“Happy birthday,” you murmured, pulling back just enough to see his face. His eyes were bright, his cheeks flushed from the cold outside and the sudden affection.
“Just wait.”
You took his hand and led him toward the bedroom. He followed without question, trusting you completely. That trust made your pulse quicken.
Inside, the room was dim, lit only by a few candles you had arranged earlier. On the bed, laid out neatly, were four silk scarves—deep burgundy, matching the one you were wearing as a robe.
Choso raised an eyebrow.
“Birthday surprise?” he asked, his voice dropping an octave.
“Mhm.” You pushed him gently onto the bed. He went willingly, sitting on the edge, looking up at you. “I'm going to tie you up. And then I'm going to give you the best birthday present you've ever had.”
His breath caught. “What kind of present?”
“You'll see.” You smiled, slow and wicked, and reached for the first scarf.
He lay back without resistance, arms stretched above his head. You worked methodically—looping the silk around his left wrist, then the right, cinching them to the headboard posts. The knots were secure but not painful. He tested them, pulling gently, and the scarves held firm.
“Comfortable?” you asked, running a hand down his chest.
“Yeah.” His voice was already rough. “This is… Really hot.”
“Good, because I'm not done yet.”
You grabbed another scarf and tied his ankles, spreading his legs apart and anchoring them to the bottom corners of the bed. He was completely spread out now, vulnerable and exposed. His cock was already pressing against his jeans.
You stood back, admiring your work. “You look so good like this, baby. Helpless. Waiting for me.”
“Waiting for my present,” he corrected, a teasing lilt in his voice, but his eyes were dark with need.
“Patience.”
You climbed onto the bed, kneeling beside him. Slowly, deliberately, you unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down along with his boxers. His cock sprung free, already half-hard, thickening as you stared.
“Happy birthday, Choso.” You leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to the tip.
He shuddered. “Fuck… That's a good start.”
You grinned against his skin. “Oh, I'm just getting started.”
You took your time, circling your tongue around the head, tasting the salt of precum already beading at the slit. His hips bucked instinctively, but the restraints held him in place.
He groaned, frustrated, but you shushed him.
“Stay still. It's your birthday, but I'm in charge.”
“I know—fuck... I know, just—please...”
You took him deeper, sliding your mouth down his shaft, feeling him twitch against your tongue. He was huge, he filled your mouth perfectly, and the weight of him was heavy and warm. You bobbed your head slowly, savoring every inch, your hand gripping the base to steady him.
Choso's head fell back, a long, low moan escaping his lips. “Yes... Just like that—don't stop...”
You didn't.
You took him as deep as you can, until your nose brushed his pelvis, and you swallowed around him. His thighs tensed, a sharp gasp cutting through the air.
“Shit... Please..”
You hummed in response, the vibration making him cry out. His hands clenched into fists, tugging at the scarves, but they held firm. He was completely at your mercy, and you loved it.
You pulled off slowly, letting your tongue drag along his shaft, then swirled around the head again. Precum gleamed on your lips.
“You tastes amazing. Happy birthday, babe.”
“Best birthday ever,” he breathed.
You teased him for a while—long, slow strokes of your tongue, shallow sucks that barely took him in, then a sudden deepthroat that made him see stars. His moans grew louder, more desperate, his body trembling with the effort of not thrusting.
“Please...” He begged, voice cracked. “Please, I need to cum—”
“Not yet.” You pulled away entirely, licking your lips. “I'm gonna make you wait a little longer. It's your birthday, so I'll make it last.”
He whined, actually whined, and it was the hottest sound you have ever heard. “You're so mean, baby...”
“You love it.”
“I do.” He swallowed, eyes glazed. “I love everything you do to me.”
You leaned up and kissed him, letting him taste himself on your tongue. He kissed back desperately, moaning into your mouth. When you pulled away, you whispered, “I'm going to suck your cock until you're a trembling mess. And then I'll let you cum down my throat. How does that sound?”
“Perfect.” His voice was ragged. “Please. Do it.”
You smiled and lowered your head again.
This time, you were relentless. You took him deep and fast, your hand working at the base in rhythm with your mouth. Saliva dripped down to your chin, but you didn't care. The only thing that matters was the sounds he was making—those broken moans, that desperate keening when you swallowed around his length.
“Close... Fuck... I'm so close—please...”
You doubled your pace, your free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently. He sobbed, back arching off the bed, the ropes creaking.
“Please please please...”
You hummed, and that was the final push. His orgasm slammed through him, hot and thick, flooding your mouth. You swallowed greedily, milking every pulse, not letting go until he was completely spent.
When you finally pulled off, his cock was slick and softening, and your lips were swollen. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand, grinning down at him.
“Happy birthday, baby.”
He was panting, eyes half-lidded, a goofy, blissed-out smile on his face. “That was… Incredible. Best present ever.”
“Good, because I have more plans.”
He blinked. “More?”
“Mhm.” You crawled up his body, straddling his chest. “I'm going to ride you until you can't think straight.”
He laughed, weak and happy. “I think I'm already there.”
“Then let me help you lose the rest of your mind.”
You leaned down and kissed him, slow and deep. As your lips parted, Choso let out a low, breathless chuckle, looking up at you with pure adoration.
“I knew you were affectionate, but I didn't realize you were such a total freak.”
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The moment you walk through your apartment door, you hear weird sounds... the sound of someone crying?
You walk down the hall to your room, where the crying is coming from.
"Cho?" you murmur. "Are you okay?"
He doesn't answer.
You see that your bedroom door is cracked open; you look through the crack, and you see the most lewd sight ever.
Choso is on your bed, sweatpants pulled down, humping at your pillow like an animal in heat.
You freeze, already feeling the insides of your thighs becoming warm and tingly.
Choso seems to not sense your presence; he continues humping at your pillow while whining.
"Mommy... been such a good boy. I just want to eat your pretty pussy, please. Even if it's just once!"
You watch Choso in awe; his irritated cock is throbbing, and he lets off for a second to catch his breath. His cock has a dark pink tip with one big vein running down the side of it.
"Mmm, I can't cum... wish she'd fuck me," Choso murmurs to himself.
Feeling confident in yourself, you push your door all the way open. Choso immediately turns around and jumps back at the sight of you catching him. He stares in horror at you before you say, "need some help, Cho?"
cw: mdni 18+, non-curse AU, pathetic!choso, submissive!choso, eating you out, explicit
word count: 800+
...
"Y/N, i'm sorry," he says "Please forgive me"
You had just come out the shower, drying your hair, still upset at him. But you couldn't help but appreciate the way he was apologising to you. You hadn't said a word to him since the argument, and slammed the door to take a shower.
His hooded eyes looking at you – pleading. He couldn't stand seeing you mad, it made him put his ego aside and simply beg you till you forgave him.
This time you really weren't giving in easy.
"Please," he gets on his knees right beside you and holds your hips, placing his head on your lower stomach, where your towel almost ended.
He looks up at you, chin resting on you, tears welling up in his eyes. It caused him physical pain to see you ignore him.
He couldn't help but think you looked so stunning from this angle. Small droplets of water trickling down from your hair to his face, combining with his tears.
He was completely and utterly obsessed with you – begging you for mercy. He had zero shame for you. Zero dignity.
Nothing else mattered to him right now, other than gaining a bit of your validation – which just might send him to orbit at this point.
"How can I make it up to you?" he asks softly. You look down at him, wiping the tears from his face with your thumb, his flushed supple skin, trembling under your touch.
He almost whimpered at the simple touch from you, eyes closing trying to take this all in. His grip on your hips tightening, eagerly waiting for a response.
You slowly unravelled your towel, throwing it to the ground.
He almost cried at the sight of you. He traced the edges and curves of your body with his dark brown orbs, filthy worshipping thoughts in his mind. You held his face, taking one look at him before telling him.
"Kiss me"
He takes one longing look at you, before taking one long lick between your legs. His broad shoulders spreading you open, causing you to lean against the bathroom sink – never breaking eye-contact.
He drags his tongue across your inner folds, circling your clit before sucking on it's tip, causing you to arch your back and grind into his mouth. He whimpers into your pussy from the sheer taste of you, his hands wandering and grabbing your thighs to hold you still.
"I'm so sorry" he muffles against your pussy. His tongue flicked to the bottom of your cunt, basically making out with your hole out of control, making your eyes roll back at his shameless desperation.
You grab a hold of his messy brown hair, knotted between your fingers, pulling him in deeper. He sucks on your swollen clit, devouring it like it was his last meal.
"Forgive me" Buried between your thighs, he watched your every reaction – making sure to suck on just the right spot that made you tremble and moan above him.
"You're so fucking...pretty" he whines below you, tongue flattening and stroking through your slit, sloppy wet sounds was all you could hear from his face. You rode his face, rubbing your clit on his nose, while his tongue pushes inside you in sloppy strokes – responding with stifled pathetic groans.
Your thighs clench around his face, the vibration from his moaning helping you reach your peak. He lets you take the lead, responding to your hand fisted in his hair, grabbing the countertop to keep balance from the mere force of his face eating you out. He was so greedy.
"You taste so...nghh.. good" he can't even form words from the downright need he had for your wet cunt. He's drowning under the weight of you and he wants more.
Your hips start rolling harder in his mouth, smothering him with your pussy, his cheeks and tongue completely coated with your juices. He slides a finger into your folds. Needy.
He whimpers the more you ride him, reaching your climax and finally cumming on his face, both of you moaning in unison. He holds your hips in place, slurping you up fast as you gushed on him.
He doesn't leave between your thighs, staying there just admiring you from below, kissing your soaked and swollen clit, tongue darting in to get every drop of you and licking his lips.
You bring him up holding his face, and kiss him, tasting yourself on his tongue. He melts into you, kissing you back with more passion than ever. Like he was ready for round two.
"I forgive you" you mumble against his lips. He grins like he's the happiest man alive and kisses you again.
"Please let me kiss you again" he says, definitely not insinuating your face.
...
a/n: yikes this was feral asf lemme calm down lmaoo
⡴ utterly whipped gojo forcing you to praise him during sex [kinda a pt 2 to this ? ] ⡴ didn’t even touch word count
he’s balls deep in you, and yet of course he’s still spouting stupid bullshit.
“i’m doing good, right baby?” he moans (moreso whimpers), still thrusting in that half-romantic half-what it’s actually supposed to be—a hookup—rhythm. his normally porcelain cheeks are completely flushed, his cool white hair falls in his face, some strands sticking to his forehead glistening in sweat.
“i—what?” you manage to say, still out of breath from how he’s fucking into you with his unfairly big cock. every perfect ridge and vein of it is dragging against your walls as he thrusts in and out of your sopping cunt—though you’ll deny how wet you are because of how large gojo’s ego will be if he knows he actually arouses you.
“say it.” he pouts above you, gripping harder on your shoulders he’s deemed a perfect leverage point in you to help with his strokes. “say i’m doing good… please?” his blue eyes pleading to you like a puppy dog.
“gojo, i’m not fucking doing th—” he shoves all the way back in and stops his thrusts. you moan without even meaning to from the sheer amount of girth being stuffed in you. he juts his lower lip out further, clearly upset by your answer.
“c’mon,” he looks physically pained as he restrains himself from continuing his thrusts. “just say it and i’ll keep fucking you.” he whines out, sounding a lot more weak and less intimidating than he thought he would.
you breathe out. you know he’ll hold on to this for the rest of the foreseeable future but you’re close anyway. you’ll come then kick him out like always and if next time he keeps mentioning it, you’ll just stuff his face with your pussy.
“you’re doing so good, gojo.” you moan out in a shaky voice.
he moans, loudly, near pornographic, and he gets back to thrusting immediately, except he seems more motivated. his strokes are fasting and more like he’s trying to impress you. his sounds are more desperate and huffy than before.
he reaches around your waist to hug you closer and shove his face deep in your neck, right below your ear.
“haaah, fuck, baby—say i’m the best you’ve ever had, please.”
“mm, god, gojo you’re the best i’ll ever fucking have.” he cries out. cries out and actually cries. tears start streaming down his pale face and cupping along your neck and collar bone where he’s found solace. he’s breathing like he’s just run a marathon.
unwantedly but admittedly, you say this next one yourself. it’s almost like you’re starting to… like him. ew.
“such a g’boy for me, satoru.” he nuts. immediately thick cum oozes into your pussy, spilling out from how overstuffed it already is with his girthy, oversized, genetic lottery winning cock. his whole body shakes and shivers while he releases, still trying to thrust so you could finish like the good boy he is.
unfortunately he forgets he’s not god and ends up overstimulating the hell out of himself by the time he gets you to cream by his thumb pressing along your clit.
he brings his head up, covered in sweat as he’s still shaking from the feeling of nutting the hardest he ever has.
he looks nearly completely out of it before his lips curl into a smirk. “you finally called me satoru!” and then he’s attacking your lips and shoving his tongue so far down you’re throat like he’s wasn’t just near seizing from cumming.
𑣲⋆˙ you find roommate!choso's drawings of you. mlist.
(written by request)
cw: smut, porn w/ some plot, piv, sub!cho, pet play.
it's no secret choso kamo was an incredible roommate. tidy, caring, pretty - what's not to love? there's just one thing that continues to confuse you.
he's an artist, a talented one at that. you've seen his work at showcases and it's always so beautiful - tasteful life drawings, 1980s japan inspired pieces - so what confuses you is that he never lets you see his sketchbook. sometimes you'll come home early from classes and he'll be sketching on the couch, eyes snapping up when he sees you, slamming his book shut and scuttling away into his room with a shaky "h-hi... i'm gonna go draw in my room", as if he's afraid you'll hate him for what's inside it.
which is exactly the case. you just don't know it yet.
it all happens when you get home from a work shift a couple hours early, while choso is out running errands. you walk yourself to the fridge for a cup of juice, stopping in your tracks when you see choso's sketchbook sitting on the kitchen island. you know it's wrong to invade his privacy, but surely just a peak at whatever pretty landscape he's scratching away at everyday won't do any harm. right?
you reach for the black, hardcover book, which is covered in skate brand stickers and stamps from everywhere choso's been around the world, gaining inspiration. he's just so sweet. you open up to the first page, seeing the sketch of what appears to be some waterlilies. this is what he's afraid of me seeing? you think, flipping the page to find a few others, alongside some nude art. you turn the page once more.
oh.
ohhhh.
it's you. you're... naked. you're unsure how but he's drawn your anatomy near perfect. every freckle, every curve of skin, all etched into his book. he even managed to draw your pussy accurately, even though he's only seen you a few times in the shower, when you forgot a towel (definitely an accident). the thing that makes you stop, however, is that choso's drawn himself on his knees next to you. he's drawn himself with a tail and puppy ears and a collar and you're holding the leash. there's a speech bubble next to you, saying, "be a good boy, cho", and a speak bubble next to him, saying, "yes ma'am, i'll be so good".
something about it makes your stomach flutter. choso wants you to... dominate him. treat him like a puppy. call him a good boy. make him moan and whimp-
"is that my sketchbook?" choso's voice makes you jump, spinning around and clutching the open page to your chest.
"cho! uh... yeah. i'm sorry." he looks like he might cry. "do you hate me?" your eyes meet his, unwavering. "cho, i could never hate you. it's... it's really good art. i... i love it." his eyes light up like a kid on christmas day. like a puppy, you think. you've always had a crush on choso, and now you finally were able to make a move. you walk over to him, looking slightly up to meet his eyes. his cheeks flame red.
"you wanna be a good boy f'me, cho? a good puppy?"
choso lets out a whimper, a full, goddamn whimper, before nodding. "ye-yes, yes ma'am." you nod, satisfied, grabbing his hand and pulling him onto the couch, but he stands back up. "can i grab something from my room quickly, please?" you smile at his endearing demeanor, so eager to please. "sweet boy, of course." he smiles, going into his room and coming out with - you guessed it - ears, a tail, and collar. you look at him, waiting patiently. "well, don't be shy- put them on." he stutters as you leave your spot on the couch to help him take his shirt off, then sit back down to watch the show.
choso blushes, putting the black, fluffy tail on, secured around his waist as he pulls his pants down, cock slapping back against his stomach as he puts the matching ears on. you stare at his crotch. he's huge. at least 9 inches, with a gorgeous brown-black bush creeping up his stomach. you squeeze your thighs together. "come here, i'll put the collar on for you, cho."
he blushes more. "m'so hard. sorry." you kiss him gently, clipping the purple collar into place. "no apologies. you're such a good boy, cho. now- sit." it's like unlocking another version of him, the way his eyes light up at the idea of being told what to do by you, being able to serve you. he takes his spot on the couch, and you sit on his lap, taking his dick in your hand, teasingly stroking it as your tongue explores his mouth, his hands sitting on your waist, giving it the occasional squeeze. "do you want my pussy, cho?" he nods, "yes ma'am." you let him pull your shirt off, his eyes ogling your pretty tits, nipples stiff. "may i- may i suck on them, ma'am?" you nod. "go ahead, pup."
he launches himself into your chest, kissing and sucking at you, making you moan into his hair as you play with his puppy ears. "that's it- ngh- such a good boy, my good boy." choso whines at your words, his cock leaking insane amounts of pre, tip flushed a pretty pink. you wiggle off his lap to take your shorts off, before returning to your place to slowly grind your pussy along choso's length.
"oh- feels s'good, thank you, thankyouthankyou-" he's pussy drunk, murmuring into your tits, your hand soothingly stroking his hair. "yr'not even- ah- not even inside me, cho. think you'll be able to handle it?" he squeezes your waist again, nodding. "wan' be inside you s'bad- i'll behave." you smile gently at him, stroking his 'ear', his head leaning into the touch as if he can actually feel it. you reach for his cock, lining it up with your entrance, before sinking down.
choso's whine is loud. "ohhh- thank you! feels s'good, gosh-" you couldn't reply, his long, girthy cock filling up your sopping pussy to the brim, so much you could see a bulge in your stomach, right at your belly button. to put it simply: choso kamo was deep inside you, and your brain was starting to turn to mush because of it.
"mmph- cho- doin' s'good, good boy-" you were both moaning into each others mouths, cho helping you bounce yourself on his cock. "oh- ngh... such a tight pussy. you feel amazing." you were both buried in each others necks, getting closer and closer to sweet relief. "oh- ma'am, m'gonna cum-" "cum inside, cho. please-" he thrusts up into you once, twice, before spurting his seed deep inside you, groaning, whimpering his way through the orgasm as you tell him how good he is and how much he deserves this.
you bounce yourself a few more times, your pussy clenching, gushing around his cock. "cho- ngh- cumming-" he helps you through it, licking at your neck, biting into it. you slump into his chest.
"was i good?" he asks, looking at you.
"you deserve a treat." you look at him, sliding off his lap and kissing his twitching dick. "since you've been so good."
a/n: thank u for the request anon! had sm fun writing this x
tying up choso in bed (spoiler alert: he likes it!)
"p-please touch me b-baby." choso's voice cracks, a pathetic whimper escaping his mouth, struggling to free himself from the silk restraints you put around his wrists.
it has barely been five minutes and he's already begging, eyes almost tearing up, like he's been edged for a decade. well not yet — but you were getting there.
you were mad — not really with choso, more with the girl who flirted with him while you were right next to him, hands linked together. she didn't seem to mind, shooting her shot right there. of course, choso shut her down almost instantly, not sounding even a bit sorry, even harsh for a usally soft spoken person.
and that would've been the end of it, if she didn't sneak her number on paper in his pocket, the both of you not noticing until you arrived home. you were doing the laundry when the piece of paper falling out his jeans caught your attention.
the moment you realised what it was, your mind went furious. who does she think that she is, first hitting on a clearly taken man and after getting rejected still pulling this shit?
you weren't really jealous — you know choso would never think about texting that number anyway. but something darker was building up deep inside your chest, something possesive. how dare another girl think she had a chance, with someone that was clearly yours?
poor choso didn't even get to ask you if everything was alright when you were already pushing him into the bed, straddling him. he was confused, his usual sweet girlfriend, manhandling him like she was about to slap him.
that sums about up to your situation now. his cock was painfully hard, throbbing and leaking precum all over himself, his hands tied to the headboard,making him unable to move them. you were between his legs, fingertips barely grazing his shaft, making him flinch against your touch.
"pl-please why aren't you hck touching me?" he sounds hurt, but mostly frustated from the fact he can't put his hands on your body. you tilt your head slightly, looking him in the eyes, not answering.
with just a finger, you drag with a feather light pressure your finger from the underside of his dick up until you graze his tip, making him whine and push up his hips, needing more to statisfy the ache he was feeling.
just as he thought you were finally giving in, you pull away completly, leaving him to hump the air. "i d-don't get it. why aren't you t-touching me?" he sounds absolutely wrecked, the teasing having gone on for over an hour by now, not an ounce of release.
your eyes are sharp when they meet his — he's crying, eyes red and full of exhaustion mixed with frustation of being restrained. you were definetly starting to feel bad for him now. you crawl from your position between his legs up until you were face to face with your boyfriend, caressing his tear stained cheek, wiping away the tears.
" i'm so sorry, my pretty boy. you're doing s'good aren't you?" the praise worsens the ache between his legs, but he nods a sob leaving his mouth.
"you deserve to cum don't you? my good boy." he gasps, a breathy yes please coming out as a whimper. he's pulling the soft silk, wanting nothing more than to touch you anywhere. you snake a hand down his bare chest, stopping right at his happy trail. however, this time you finally give in — not without a bit of teasing.
choso chokes on a surprised half-groan half-gasp, feeling a sharp stinging pain on his sensitive cock. did you just slap his dick? he wasn't to sure if his brain was starting to mess with him, but before he could overthink it he felt it again.
slap! the same sharp pain rushing thorugh his body, making him whimper loudly tugging at the restraints holding him back. he's confused — it hurts, at the same time he bucks his hips up, searching more of the pain, chasing the feeling.
"my poor baby, i'm so sorry does that hurt?" your condenscending tone makes his eyes roll back, his breath catching. "yes-no- p-please don't stop."
you don't — another sharp slap right across his tip this time 3 — this time he moans, more pre cum dripping down his pulsing cock. it hurts so much — but he doesn't tell you to stop, doesn't ask you to slow down or be more gentle.
"look at you, taking it so well. so good for me." you coo, slowly setting fully back in your position between his legs. "mhmm- i- it feels s-so good."
"shh,i know baby, i know." and for the first time that evening your lips connect with his stomach — pressing small wet kisses all the way down to his v-line. he gasps, the sudden contact after so long shooting pleasure right to his dick.
you wrap your hand around his shaft, gently squeezing him — he cries out, head falling back against the soft pillow. "yeah? feels good? look at you, taking it so well." your soft voice makes his cheeks burn up.
"u-untie me please hic b-baby. need to touch you." you shake your head denying his request, but before he could complain any further, you place a soft kiss right on his tip.
"o-oh f-fuck hnngh." another moan, he's so sensitive from your previous teasing that even such a small act has him writhering in pleasure. you continue to leave small kisses all over his cock, until you're back on top of his dick, finally wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking gently.
he let out a broken groan, eyes rolling further back, thighs tensing like he was already close. " i-i'm not gonna ngh l-last if you keep going." his voice is shaky, barely holding on.
you ignore his warning, taking him all the way, your own eyes tearing up from his sheer size, nose touching his pubes. he gasps, fucking his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag around him. "i-i ishit imcomingfuckkk!"
and suddenly, he lets out a surprised string of whimpers, cock twitching in your wet mouth — and before he knows it, he's releasing his hot cum, spurts coming out in big loads from all the previous edging.
you stay put until he stops cumming, only pulling off when he's panting, legs shaking from the unexpected orgasm. swallowing his cum, a small drop drips down your chin, not long before your taking your finger and swiping the cum on it, making your way back to your boyfriend's face.
taking your clean hand you open his mouth, putting the cum stained finger in to make him suck. he lets out a surprised groan, but he sucks on your digit until it's clean of his cum.
"so obedient. only mine aren't you?" he nods, still dumbfounded from his orgasm, cock still hard, despite leaking cum all over.
"say it."
"i-im yours. o-only yours." his voice is soft, sincere and out of breath. you hum approvingly caressing his face. "p-please untie me. need to touch y'please." he whispers like he's unsure if you would actually listen.
you do — hands moving to untie the knot. "don't try to take control m'kay?" the moment he feels the silk falling, his arms wrap around your waist almost immediatly, burying his face in your chest.
"choso, i just said don't try anything!" he looks up from your chest, eyes still glossy. "i-i just want a hug, please." you pause at his honest tone, heart warming. you wrap your arms around him, pulling him back in, and he thightens his grip on your waist.
after a moment or two he reluctanly puts some distance between you. "can i kiss you? please?" you just nod, and now his lips are on yours, he's touching you all over, your hands tug at his hair when he bites down on your lips.
"please l-let me taste you, i will be good, please?"
you just nod, the girl long forgotten when he's kissing between your thighs.
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𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒐 is pathetic for you, always has been and always will be. turning into mush under your hands. trying his absolute best to keep his composure but not able to help but let slip the small whines between your kisses.
you love it. you love teasing him, he's just so patient and you like pushing him to see just how patient he can be. kissing him deep and slow, sitting happily in his lap as you take your time. able to feel the unmistakable erection digging into you, your pussy growing wetter the longer you sit on him.
moving your attention to his neck, kissing down his throat. choso's hands dig into your hips, panted moan leaving him as he bares himself to you more. he whines your name softly, urging you to do more.
"c'mon, stop teasing so much," he huffs, nearing his limit.
you pout back at him, "but i'm not done kissing you."
his head is tilted back, watching you closely. he can feel himself throbbing in his pants, dick aching for attention. feeling so much more sensitive and worked up than he has in a while, you must be feeling especially evil today because this is the most you've teased in a bit.
choso's skin feels hot all over, everywhere your lips have touched, where your tongue has grazed. he knows he's flushed and pitiful and he can't even care because you look so pretty kissing him stupid.
"fine, keep kissing me then." he pulls your head back down to him.
lips on yours frenzied and desperate, tongue licking into your mouth as he kisses you deep. relishing in the moan you let out, hips jolting up against you. his cock throbbing and straining against its confines, begging for you.
the control you have is slipping the more you get caught up in his kisses. shiver running down your spine at his hard dick grinding into you. parting your lips, you ghost them over his, barely touching.
"cho, i want you inside me," you whisper against him, breaths intermingling.
that quiet plea does him in completely, cumming out of nowhere. shudders run through him and he grabs you, holding you tight to him. hips desperately rutting up into you to ride out his high. his whines are pitched and needy, his mouth latches onto your neck.
you're as surprised by his orgasm as you are turned on, moaning softly as he continues to grind up into you. stroking his back comfortingly as he comes down. he's a mess, eyes weepy and lips pink and swollen from your shared kisses.
"i'm sorry, i'm so sorry," he nuzzles against your sternum, "i was too turned on, you're so pretty and your voice—"
"it's okay, cho," you kiss the top of his head, "you'll just have to make it up to me now."
choso looks up at you, eyes sparkling, "undress for me then."
mdni. choso is a crybaby who wants you to sit on his face.
"i wanted to see you fully today, baby boy," you lightly complain and pout at him, as you push him to sit on the couch after your close-to-half-hour kissing session by the door.
"come on now, i—hah," he swallows when he finally feels your weight on him, you're straddling him, which leads to choso gripping your waist so tightly it could break, "i haven't eaten you in ages."
you put the loose strands of hair behind his ear and buck your hips up onto his hardness very lightly. the space between his eyebrows scrunches up at your teasing, "by ages, you mean a few days—ow!" choso is impatient, so he bites the exposed skin on your chest.
"choso—," you think he'll stop, but he doesn't. he is lapping up the space that is neither too far nor too close to your nipple. he licks the bite mark that he left on your skin, looking up at you through his lashes, "please, let me eat you," he whimpers, with tears welling up in his eyes.
you exhale a shaky breath, a negligible trembling of your fingers on his nape. "baby, please," he appeals once more, using the tone that he knows will make you bend to his will, so you do.
choso is on the bed—well, he is looking all nice and fucked up, with tears falling down anytime now, waiting for you to remove your bottoms.
"'so fucking beautiful," choso is also breathless, and it's taking everything in him to put his thoughts into words, but he succeeds nonetheless. you're on the bed and kneeling on either side of his face, holding onto the headboard now, fully naked waist down, with an unbuckled bra that's loosely sitting on your chest.
choso does not wait for you to sit on him as he rashly brings his face up to your pussy, making you lose your hold from the headboard. you both moan at the abrupt turn of things: you, at the way he gives a long stripe from your labia to your clit; and him, at the satisfaction of feeling your weight on his head, the scent of your wetness, the sweetness of your juice that he thinks he can substitue meals to for every day of his life.
when choso eats you, he does not touch your pussy, of course he doesn't. he's grabbing your ass to pull you as close as physically possible to his face, and he does not rub your clit nor fuck you with his fingers. but he cries, though. he moans, and whimpers, and manages to tell you sweet-nothings—s' good, baby; pretty… pretty… pretty fucking pussy; please don' stop; keep fucking m' face, love—albeit in between breaths and with the occasional crack in his voice, and he keeps sobbing.
choso thinks, and most probably believes, that he can survive off of your pussy—and he will. but sometimes, like today, you try to coax him into taking a break and taking a sip of water, worried that he may dehydrate from all the tears he's letting out, "cho—so! please, water—ahhh!" choso sucks on your clit so hardly it may bruise.
"need—mmmmh—drink," you try again. but with the way he's doing your clit like it's his lifeline, giving your folds long licks in between, and bringing his tongue into your hole and drinking and sucking and slurping your juices, ah—he will live off of this alone. what the fuck are food and water for? choso will always ask.
