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Life on the farm was pretty peaceful. You enjoyed caring for the various animals alongside your dad. But you had to admit that you particularly enjoyed spending time with the hybrids.

Species of humans with animal-like characteristics like horns, tails, fangs, and so on depending on what type of hybrid they were. A lot of humans tended to treat them like they were animals but not you. You liked talking to them like they were simply your friends and they favored you because of it.

Well, most of them.

There was one bull hybrid in particular that you were weary around. Toji was your father’s prized bull hybrid and he was a beast. Ripped with muscles and skin littered with scars, he was intimidating just to look at. If that wasn’t enough of a deterrent, then the sharp and long bull horns on his head were.

You guys had lost many good farmhands due to Toji’s aggression at times. There were very few people that the bull tolerated and he was quick to put arrogant and cocky men in their place.

You tended to hang around the cow hybrids more since they were all so sweet. Some could be a little moody — pun intended — but they were pretty nice. But every once in a while, your gaze would flicker towards the separate field that Toji would be kept in.

Each time, he’d be leaning up against the fence and watching you. His tail would swish slowly when he noticed your gaze on him, his lips curling into a smirk as he waves lazily at you. You’d feel heat crawl up your neck and quickly look away to zone back into the conversation with the cow hybrids.

Today was different.

“Hey, sweetheart,” your father greets you as you come down the stairs. “I’ve got a few errands to run today. Toji’s gone into rut and I’m thinking of letting him breed this year.”

Your brows raise at that. Whenever a hybrid went into rut (for males) or heat (for females), they could be tricky to deal with. Breeding season could make the cows needy and the bulls aggressive. Toji already had a bad temperament and it usually got worse around this time of year. Not exactly something you looked forward to dealing with.

“You’re going to let that jerk sire a calf?” You snort as you slip your boots on. “One of him is already enough, we don’t need a mini version of him.”

“He’s our prized bull,” your dad scoffs as he drops his hat on his head. “He’s the reason we bring in as much money as we do. Could you imagine it doubled?”

You roll your eyes. Greed would come to bite him in the ass one day. “Only if Toji sires a bull calf. Don’t forget there’s a chance that he’ll father a cow instead. Then what?”

“Then we’d put her out to pasture with the other cow hybrids and try again during his next rut,” your father says simply and that’s apparently the end of the conversation as he turns to leave. “Don’t forget to feed all the livestock but stay away from Toji’s stall. We’ve got him locked up for now and I’ll feed him later.”

“Yeah, I got it,” you answer as you wave him off and he leaves with nothing further.

You grab your own cap and slip it on your head to keep the sun out of your eyes as you step outside. You trek over to the cow pen, dust still lingering in the air from where your dad’s truck had peeled down the dirt path.

You get some feed and start pouring it into the trays for the standard cows first before making your way to the hybrid pens. You step inside, smiling as you see a familiar Hereford cow hybrid making her way over.

“Hey, Shoko,” you greet her and she smiles back.

“Hey, farm girl,” she greets you casually, leaning against the fence as she watches you. “You’re the one who got stuck tending to us today?”

“Yep,” you sigh, leaning against the fence beside her as the other cow hybrids mosey over for their breakfast. “Dad’s out looking for a decent cow hybrid to breed with Toji. He’s apparently in rut.”

“We know,” Shoko comments dryly, nose wrinkling. “His scent is strong even all the way out here. It’s got some of the other cows restless.”

You frown upon hearing that. “Is it that bad?”

“You humans don’t have enhanced senses of smell like we do,” she snorts with a roll of her eyes. “Yeah, it’s that bad.”

Of course Toji would cause trouble even when he was locked up.

“Stupid bull,” you mutter under your breath before grabbing the pails and heading to the next trays. “Alright, well, try to ignore it. Dad’ll get a cow for him and hopefully that’ll help.”

“Hopefully,” Shoko echoes as she watches you head off.

You continue about your duties and get everyone fed. You work on cleaning out the stalls and tending to all of the hybrids’ and cows’ needs and by the time you’re finished, it’s past noon.

You wipe the sweat from your brow and start to head inside when you hear a clatter from the barn that houses Toji. You glance over, listening as he no doubt throws a fit.

Part of you feels bad for the bull but he’ll live. The rut won’t kill him. But in your brief moment of pity, you hope your dad finds a cow hybrid for him sooner rather than later.

Then you head inside and treat yourself to some well-earned lunch. A simple sandwich and some juice that you munch on while watching tv.

The hours tick by with no sign of your dad besides a text saying that he found a cow for Toji but he was going out for drinks with some of his friends and would be back in the evening. He’d bring the cow hybrid home tomorrow and let Toji have at her.

The poor cow hybrid.

But as it starts to grow late, you realize you’d skipped Toji’s pen for breakfast. It had been at your dad’s instruction, though you were sure Toji was hungry. Especially with all the energy his rut would be consuming.

You take your time with feeding the cows in hopes that maybe your dad will come home before you finish so Toji can get taken care of.

Alas, you have no such luck.

So with begrudging acceptance, you fill up a pail of food and head over to the bull’s barn. You try to sneak inside but it’s pointless with Toji.

“I know you’re here.” His voice calls from the stall as you slowly approach it. He’s already at the door, arms hanging out of the bars as he watches you through sharp blue eyes. “There you are, little miss farmer. Your old man gone?”

“He’s out right now, yes,” you confirm as you stay just out of his reach. “I brought you some food.”

His lips curl into a smirk that spells danger. It sends shivers down your spine but there’s a deeper feeling to it than that. Something you really don’t want to acknowledge.

“That’s pretty sweet of you, girl. C’mon in, I won’t bite,” he purrs as he steps away from the stall door.

You’re hesitant to actually step in the stall with him. It was too small of a space with him in it. He had a sizable stall, sure, but his presence took up so much space it felt suffocating.

Still, you straighten your spine and unlock the stall to step inside. Toji watches you, black tail sweeping from side-to-side behind him as he watches you. Other than that, he makes no movement towards you.

Huh. Maybe you were too quick to give him a bad rep.

You hum and turn, pouring the meal into his tray.

That’s when he moves.

Before you can blink, firm hands grab your hips and toss you onto the cot in the corner of the stall. You squeak in surprise, bucket clattering against the ground. You scramble to get up but a heavy hand lands on the back of your neck and another holds your hip, a weight settling over your back.

“G-get off of me!” You try to snap at Toji only to hear his chuckle rumble through his chest and against your back.

“Nah. I only promised I wouldn’t bite,” he purrs as he nuzzles against the back of your head. “You really shouldn’t come around bulls in rut, little farmer. Not when you smell like you’re ripe for a good breeding.”

Your heart stops and then accelerates. He has a point — you knew better. But his comment about breeding has your nerves in a tizzy.

“I’m not—“

“You are,” he cuts you off, his hand on your hip stroking over the small sliver of skin that was exposed from your shirt riding up like he was trying to soothe you. “Can smell it on you, sweet thing. It’s alright, I’ll take care of you.”

Fleeting kisses scatter over the back of your neck and your shoulder, Toji’s hips pressing into the plush of your ass. Heat curls low in the pit of your stomach despite yourself and the rational side of your brain says to fight back and get him off but a deeper, smaller part of you likes this.

He can apparently tell that too as he chuckles again. “I can smell how wet you’re getting too,” he tells you as he removes his hand that had kept your neck down once he knows you’re not moving. His hands slide up your sides and under your shirt, slowly pushing it off. When you don’t resist and shift to let him remove it, his movements grow more bold.

“Atta girl,” he croons as he strips off your shirt. Toji’s hands cup your breasts and knead them through your bra, coaxing a whimper from your lips as he buries his face into your neck.

“Toji…” His name leaves you in a breathless and unspoken plea and he practically rips your bra off in response.

“I gotcha, mama,” he assures you before flipping you onto your back. He settles between your thighs and you catch a glimpse of the way his eyes have almost turn black with arousal. “Just relax.”

He’s nicer than you thought he’d be as he leans down, sucking and kissing at your breasts while being mindful not to impale you with his horns. You find yourself grabbing onto them and his hips buck into yours in response.

“Can’t wait to see these tits fill up with milk,” he croons against your skin, tongue dragging over your nipple before blowing on it.

Nevermind. There’s that insufferable side of him.

The bull hybrid makes quick work of your remaining clothes, tail flicking behind him as he drinks in the sight of you under him. “Fuck,” he groans, nostrils flaring as the scent of your arousal hits him fully. “You always act so high and mighty whenever you walk past my pasture. Guess you just needed the promise of some dick to fix that attitude, huh?”

“Shut up,” you try to growl but it lacks heat. Toji snickers as he cups your sex, his fingers dipping into your dripping folds and teasing you.

“Ah ah. Just admit it,” he chastises before sliding two of his fingers into you. Your breath hitches at the thickness of them, a low noise getting stuck in your throat as he stretches you out. “Say you want me or I’ll stop right here.”

That’s what you should want. You should tell him to forget it and get him to let you go but you do want him, damnit.

“Please, Toji,” you beg as you roll your hips against his hand and he rewards you by curling his fingers to press against that spongy spot inside of you. “N-need you.”

“Was that so bad?” He mocks as his fingers move faster. Whimpers and moans spill from your lips as pleasure builds in your core until you’re right at the edge and—

Then he pulls his hand away.

“Why d-did you stop?” You whine pitifully but Toji only smirks as he tugs the waistband of his sweatpants down.

“You’ll get what you need, but if you’re coming, it’s gonna be on my cock.”

With that, he grabs you and hauls you into his lap, seating you there. He notches the blunt head of him against your entrance, watching you through hooded eyes. You take the hint, saying ‘fuck it’ and sinking down onto him.

You both groan at the feeling. Toji isn’t small by any means — thick and long to let him reach every spot inside of you. He encourages you to grab his horns again, grinning when you lift yourself up and drop yourself back down onto him.

“That’s it, mama,” he rasps, his hands grabbing your hips and helping you move. You feel so full of him that you can barely think straight but it’s not like he minds.

The slick sounds of flesh against flesh fill his stall as you ride him, mingled with your moans and his grunts.

“Such a sweet body,” he praises as you start to lose rhythm with your impending orgasm. “Gonna put a calf in you. Make you heavy with my kid and then I’ll put another one in you as soon as I can. You’ll be so fucking pretty.”

You clamp down around him and he groans deeply, one of his hands moving between your body to rub over your clit. “Come for me, little farmer. Then I’m gonna breed you proper.”

Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t hold yourself back from falling apart. “Toji!” You cry his name, folding forwards into his chest as your hips jerk into his. He takes over by wrapping one muscular arm around your waist, rutting up into you with quick strokes as he seeks his own release.

He comes with a shudder, growling into your ear as he pumps you full of his seed. By the time he stops moving, you’re shaking from all of the stimulation and the feeling of his cum oozing out of you.

“There you go,” he sighs as he pets the back of your head, his tail flicking against his bed in lazy satisfaction. “You did good, mama.”

Toji is gentle as he swaps your positions, laying you onto your back. You almost think that’s the end of it but he surprises you by grabbing your legs and hauling them over his shoulders, folding your body in half and pressing you deep into the mattress. So much for being gentle.

“What?” He asks with a devious glint in his eyes as he catches the surprise in yours. “My rut ain’t finished just because I came once. You’ve got a long night so you better hold on.”

It’s about then that you realize his cock never softened in you and he’s still very much hard as his hips start snapping into yours. You’re utterly at the nonexistent mercy of a horny bull whose only goal right now is to knock you up.

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Meeting Yuji’s older brother was…interesting.

From the moment you met Choso, he was just as eccentric as Todo. Okay, well, maybe not that eccentric but in a different way.

Choso was fiercely protective of Yuji and got emotional with him. It was actually kind of sweet. Until you nearly got hit with a Piercing Blood after sneaking up on Yuji and trying to jump on his back.

After Yuji explained that you were a friend of Yuta’s and therefore now a friend of his, Choso did wind up apologizing. He still seemed to eye you warily like you would be a threat to his brother but he kind of calmed down after some time.

Kind of.

Regardless, Choso’s overprotective nature aside, that’s not why you keep drifting towards him. It’s because he’s attractive. Unfairly so, in your mind. You’d thought his hairstyle or attitude or the fact he’s half-cursed spirit would be a deterrent but your eyes always somehow land on him when you’re in the same room together.

It doesn’t help you’d caught of glimpse of what’s under all that clothing. The man was built like a brick house and you barely managed to snap your jaw shut from where it had been lying on the ground before he glanced your way.

That was the moment you decided you couldn’t ignore your interest anymore. It would probably be frowned upon if anyone found out but Choso was one of the good guys now so it can’t be that bad, right?

Besides, he’s probably never been with a woman before. You were doing him a favor, really. He would definitely catch the attention of other women one day and once you were finished with him, he’d know what to do.

You try to ignore the feeling that bubbles in your chest at the thought. With the job you had as a sorcerer, death was lurking around every corner. It’s not smart to get too attached. So you chalk your feelings up to lust and move on with your plan.

Phase One: Flirting

The first part of your plan involves testing the waters. If Choso wasn’t receptive to any of your advances, then you’d back off and never make another attempt. But you had to be mindful too: he might not know what even flirting is! Now that would be problematic.

With that in mind, you know you have to be a bit more forward with your intentions while not being blunt and risking scaring him away.

“Good morning, Choso!” You chirp energetically as you catch him brooding in the hallway, watching over Yuji’s interactions with Yuta like a hawk. Guess he still didn’t trust him.

Choso’s eyes flicker over to you, lingering for a moment before shifting away. “Good morning.” Comes his reply. He seems content to leave it at that.

You, however, are not.

“What are you up to?” You query as you sneak up next to him, peeking around the corner like you were just as invested in whatever had his attention as he was. The action leads to you brushing against his side and you fight a shiver at the feeling while he barely flinches.

“Looking out for Yuji,” he murmurs as his eyes stay fixed on his half-brother.

“Aw, that’s so sweet,” you coo as you look up at him. His gaze finally flickers back to you at that. “You’re such a good big brother.”

That little comment rewards you with the faintest hint of pink that crosses over Choso’s cheeks. He looks away, clearing his throat with obvious embarrassment. “I-I try.”

Aha, there’s a good reaction.

“You succeed,” you continue, going as far as to place your hand on his arm. “I bet you’d be a great dad—“

You wish you could take back the words as soon as they leave you. You’d gotten too eager and way too far ahead of yourself. You know it the second Choso’s eyes go wide and that pink on his cheeks turns red.

“I-I should go!” He sputters before taking off like a bat out of hell.

You pinch the bridge of your nose and sigh, disappointed in yourself. Onto the next phase, then.

Phase Two: Enticement

The next part of your plan involves getting Choso to look at you differently. Not as his little brother’s friend, but as a potential partner. And to do that, you need to lose clothes.

Well, maybe not lose them but change your wardrobe for a bit.

So you exchange your long-sleeve shirts for tank tops that cling to your skin and push up your breasts in a way that’s complimentary. You’d started off by wearing leggings that stuck to your hips and ass like a second skin, finding excuse to bend or stretch in front of Choso. He’d run off or turn his head almost immediately which you…weren’t sure if that was a good sign or not. Now you were trading the leggings for skirts to see if that might work more in your favor.

But you failed to account for one, tiny little thing as you step outside.

In seconds, you’re soaked — and not in the good way — as rain pelts down from the sky. You squeak and scramble for cover, sliding on the soaking wet pavement and nearly busting your ass. A skirt was definitely not the best choice for today.

A hand grabs your arm firmly and hauls you up onto your feet. You wipe your soaked hair out of your face and blink the residual water away to look up at your hero.

“What on earth are you doing?” Yuki asks you, an amused smile on her lips. “Did you not check the weather alert that it would be raining cats and dogs all day? Some weather forecaster even predicted all week.”

You purse your lips. “Evidently not,” you grumble as she helps you back inside.

“Did you get all dolled up for a date?” She asks as she sets the umbrella by the door and toes off her shoes while you go hunting for a towel.

“Uh — no, not exactly,” you confess as you dry off as best as you can. Looks like it was back to hoodies and sweatpants for now.

Yuki raises a brow as she looks you over. “So…what? Were we just feeling cute today?” She teases as she drops down onto the couch and makes herself comfortable while you head into the laundry room and strip out of your wet clothes for dry ones.

It couldn’t hurt to tell Yuki, right?

You sit down beside her and divulge your plan to seduce Choso as you run the towel over your hair. She listens with a gleam in her eyes and outright laughs as she realizes that phase two of your plan had gotten rained out — literally.

“Girl, stop beating around the bush,” she chides you, reaching over to pinch your cheek. “Guys like confident women. And nothing against Choso, he’s as dense as a bag of rocks and you’d be better off just asking instead of expecting him to catch on, drag you into a room, and take you to pound town.”

Your face flushes at Yuki’s bluntness but she has a point. If Choso was as innocent as you thought, he probably wouldn’t catch onto your motives and you’d be stuck in this hellish loop.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you concede, swatting her hand away. Yuki smiles at you as she gets back onto her feet.

“Of course I am. Good luck though,” she says with a wink, grabbing her umbrella and heading back out like she was some rainy version of your fairy godmother.

So much for your plan.

Phase Three: Profit

You’d taken a break from trying to seduce Choso. This whole thing was supposed to have been easy: make him lose control and beg you to help him with what you made him feel because he didn’t know how to deal with it. But faced with the reality that you’d have to be direct, you felt a little uneasy.

At least trying to seduce him would give you tells whether he was interested or not and you could adjust appropriately. But this was setting you up for a flat out rejection and those were never fun.

You don’t realize how much you’re brooding as you sit by one of the windows until you feel someone’s presence settle beside you. You turn your head, blinking when you see Choso settling into the chair next to you.

“Choso?” You ask in disbelief, wondering if you’re hallucinating. “What are you doing here?”

“Yuki kidnapped Yuji and told me I should find other people to hang around instead of being a ‘weirdo’,” he grumbles, scowling at nothing in particular.

Yuki, you beautiful soul.

“And you decided to come hang out with me?” You ask as you turn more in your chair to face him. He finally looks over at you, the creases of his scowl easing.

“You’re nice to be around.” His words are so sweet that they make you feel like a kid with a crush and your stomach fill with butterflies. You try to shake it off and remind yourself that you shouldn’t get too attached but it’s hard with him.

“Well, I’m glad you did,” you say with an earnest smile that rewards you with a slight tilt of Choso’s mouth. It’s now or never. “Listen, Choso. I was wondering—“

“You want to know if I’m interested, yes?” He cuts you off, straightening in his seat and watching you closely. The words die on your tongue and you can only blink owlishly at him.

Hadn’t Yuki said he was dense? Then how the hell did he notice?!

“Wha— I mean— how?” You reply gracefully and Choso tilts his head.

“The women in the movies that Yuji has been showing me act the same when they liked one of the men,” he explains calmly as though he were talking about the weather. “I had assumed you felt that way towards me. If I’m mistaken—“

“You’re not!” You blurt out, latching onto his arm quickly and startling both of you. Choso blinks at you before smiling minutely.

“You’re far more adorable than the women in those movies,” he chuckles before dipping his head, his nose brushing against yours. “You may have to show me what you enjoy but I’m interested in you as well.”

Fucking. Jackpot.

It takes everything in you not to jump Choso then and there, instead taking him by the hand and leading him into a private room where you could lock the door and not be interrupted. You lightly push him back and force him to sit on the couch, crawling into his lap and straddling him.

His cheeks are flushed as his hands settle on your hips and you can already feel something poking you against your thigh. He got aroused quick but considering you were already soaking your panties, you had no room to talk.

“Why don’t we start with some kissing?” You offer as you cradle his face in your hands. “You know, the lip thing—“

“Please don’t insult me,” he huffs as he grasps the nape of your neck with one hand. “I’m inexperienced, not entirely oblivious to how this works.”

He shuts you up by sealing his lips over yours. He’s clumsy but it’s clear that he’d gotten a decent idea of how to kiss based on whatever movies Yuji had been subjecting him to. You melt into it, your fingers tangling in his hair as you guide him.

You coax his tongue out as the kiss deepens, moaning softly into his mouth. You feel him shudder under you and you can’t help but give his hair a tug — freeing it from the style he had it in. He whimpers into your kiss in return and you lightly tug at his locks again.

Choso’s hips flex under yours, his hands pulling you down so he can grind against you.

“S-slow down,” you laugh breathlessly as you break the kiss. “We’ve—“

His lips land on your neck and cut off any coherent thought you may have had. He nips and sucks and licks dozens of marks into your skin, eager to keep going instead of slowing down. Not that you were really all that upset about it.

“Choso,” you sigh his name as he latches onto a sensitive area just below your ear. His hands wander up your body and back down again before sliding under your tank top.

“Need more,” he breathes out and you help him tug off your shirt. Your bra hits the ground soon after and before you can do anything, Choso’s burying his face into your cleavage. “So pretty…”

He litters kisses and marks over your breasts and he’s getting you wound up just as much as he was. With just a gentle nudge to his jaw, he takes the hint and latches onto your nipple.

A moan spills from your lips as he laves over it and sucks until it turns into a stiff peak. Seemingly pleased with your reactions, he doesn’t even need to be guided into doing the same with the other nipple.

He learns fast and you’re glad because it’s getting harder to think straight.

“T-take off your clothes,” you tell him and he reluctantly pulls away to start tugging things off. You follow suit, shoving your pants and panties off of you before turning back to Choso.

That glimpse you’d caught of his body the other day was nothing in comparison to seeing him in all of his glory. He’s the perfect specimen of a man — chiseled muscles under pale skin. And taking a glance at what he’s working with downstairs, you’re nearly drooling.

He’s long. He may not be very girthy but he’d be perfect.

“Stay there,” you whisper as you shift off of his lap.

“What are you—“ He chokes on his words as you wrap your lips around him, sucking and teasing the tip of his cock. He practically whines, his head falling back against the couch as you work him over with your mouth. You guide one of his hands into your hair and he grips it like a lifeline.

You hum around him as you bob your head, tongue stroking along the underside of his cock and tracing the throbbing vein. You half-expect it, but you’re still a bit surprised when his hips buck and he’s spilling down your throat with a ragged moan.

You hurry to swallow it so you don’t choke, popping off of him when he releases your hair and quickly pulls your face up. “I-I’m sorry,” he apologizes as he wipes the saliva from the corner of your mouth. “I didn’t mean to choke you or f-finish that early.”

“It’s okay, Cho,” you reassure him with a smile, pecking his lips. He seems to relax at that and you move to straddle his thighs again. “I liked it. Now, give me your hand.”

Choso gives you a curious look but obliges. You take his fingers and guide them along your dripping slit to lube them up. You hear his breath catch and you look up to see him watching with rapt attention as you show him how to touch you.

How can someone be both sexy and adorable? It shouldn’t be possible but he’s the very embodiment of both.

“You need to prep me,” you explain as you tap his middle finger and press it against your entrance. “Push it in.”

“Like this?” He asks in a low murmur as his finger slides in with relative ease given how wet you were. You bite your bottom lip to suppress your own whimper and take hold of his wrist.

“Yeah. N-now move your finger in and out — ah, yes, like that,” you sigh as his finger works on opening you up. “A-add another finger.”

Choso does as you say and his fingers are so much thicker than yours. Longer and capable of reaching spots you can’t reach on your own. You can’t hold back a moan as he pumps his fingers in and out of you and he takes that as encouragement to move them a bit faster.

You’d just wanted him to prep you but the pleasure that was building in your stomach had you craving release. But hey — this is still a learning opportunity for him.

“Rub right here with your thumb,” you pant as you place his thumb right over your clit. It takes him a moment to get a good rhythm down but he’s got you canting your hips into his hand within moments. “Fuck, Cho, please…!”

“Does it feel good?” He murmurs as he nuzzles into your neck. He kisses the skin there, his mouth sliding over your jaw before kissing you. “Want to make you feel as good as you made me feel.”

You can’t even form a response to that, only managing a choked cry as his fingers curl ever so slightly and find a spot that has you moaning into his mouth. That’s when you learn something new about Choso:

He is an observant bastard.

As soon as he realizes that spot had you unraveling, he abuses it and it doesn’t take long before you’re coming on his hand. His movements don’t slow until you’re trembling and you have to pat repeatedly at his shoulder. “Slow d-down, no more— I can’t!”

He seems to take the hint and slowly withdraws his fingers from inside of you and stares at the strings of wetness that cling to them. He places one finger into his mouth and you watch the way he shivers and moans at the taste.

“You taste so good,” he praises and you feel your cheeks flush. Yeah, Choso was a bit more depraved than he let on.

“Here, sit back. I’ll be on top,” you offer as you lift yourself over his throbbing arousal. Your legs were still kind of shaky but it was fine. Choso, however, seems to have a different idea.

One moment you’re straddling his lap, the next you’re on your back on the couch and he’s between your legs. “Maybe next time,” he murmurs, making your heart skip a beat at the promise of a ‘next time’. “But you’d be too slow with how your legs are.”

You want to bite back and argue that he’d come pretty fast when he was in your mouth but he shuts you up with a kiss. Then he’s easing his way inside of you, inch by inch until you’re so full of him that you can only focus on his cock.

“So warm,” he moans as he drops his head to your shoulder. He starts up a rhythm almost immediately, hips rutting into yours with a desperation that leaves you clawing at his back. He hisses and rewards you with a particularly deep thrust.

“Just like that — fuck, just like that!” You gasp out, heading falling back as he takes and takes and takes everything you’ll give him.

Choso reaches between you, thumb finding your clit and rubbing it with quick circles as he seems to remember what you’d liked. “Need to feel you tighten like that around me,” he pants in your ear. “Please, please—“

You couldn’t hold back if you’d tried. Your body seizes up and you come with a loud cry of his name and he follows you right over the edge with a choked sob. His hips keep pumping into yours, erratic and weak as he finishes alongside you.

After a few moments, he stills and slumps over you. You’re both a sweaty, debauched mess and you’d expected to come out of this more composed than you were but you’d severely underestimated Choso’s eagerness and ability to learn quickly.

He nuzzles into your hair, trying not to crush you under him as you stroke his back. “How was it?” You ask him and he manages a soft huff.

“Unlike anything I’ve ever felt,” he answers and you smile faintly. At least until you feel him grind into you and realize with a jolt that he’s still very, very hard. “Can we go again? I need more.”