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your stomach lurches at his pathetic ramblings, arousal soaking your panties underneath your loose skirt. you wonder who the lucky person he’s thinking about is. it’s not like you have a crush on your roommate or anything, but you cannot deny how handsome he is. with those dark eyes and messy brown hair, that thin tattoo that stretches across the bridge of his nose. and sure, sometimes you sneak a peek at him when he’s fresh out of the shower, towel slung low on his waist, water still dripping down his toned arms. but this… this is a complete and utter invasion of his privacy. 

but you still can't look away. 

and as you observe him, cock twitching in his hands, you can't help but squeeze your thighs together, suddenly hyper-aware of just how soaked your underwear is. without thinking too much about the questionable ethics of your situation, you take two fingers and drag them along the fabric stuck to your folds. just to check, of course. yes, just to check. not for any other reason whatsoever. 

but oh, the contact feels so good that you just have to slip your hand beneath the sticky cotton. you collect your juices from your dripping hole, bringing them up as you start to circle your sensitive clit slowly. your knees almost buckle at the electricity that immediately sparks your entire body, your free hand bracing yourself against the doorframe. you drink in the sight in front of you as you rub yourself with more fervour, pressing the pads of your fingertips into your cunt with more pressure. 

you're trying so hard to be quiet as you watch choso; his hips are bucking into the air, he’s practically fucking his own fist at this point. 

he’s probably close, you think to yourself, working your puffy clit harder. as much as you want to, you keep your fingers outside of your needy hole, knowing that the obscene squelch would instantly give you away. 

he chokes on a moan. “please— need to cum, please i can't—”

and then, your name. you freeze, hand still shoved down your panties. you must be going crazy, hearing things. but then, there it is again. your own name. choso, your hot roommate, groaning your name out while he touches himself thinking of you. the realisation hits you like a truck and suddenly you’re moaning very much out loud. 

choso’s head whips towards you. instantly, he scrambles to cover himself with a pillow. “i’m so sorry oh my god i'm so sorry,” he babbles incoherently. “how much did you see? how much did you hear— oh god, i'm so sorry, ill move out immediately, i’m—”

you’re already walking towards him before you can even register what you’re doing, mind hazy with desire. fingers still sticky with your own slick, you sit on the opposite side of his bed, facing him. you shimmy out of your panties and part your legs. 

choso just sits there, breathing heavily, mouth gaping and eyes wide. a pretty pink flush graces his collarbones and spreads up to his neck, dusting his cheeks. your thoughts cease to exist beyond this moment as you part your legs and spread your gooey lips apart with two fingers. a strangled moan erupts from his throat. 

“got me all wet watching you touch yourself.” you slowly drag your middle and ring finger through your folds. “were you thinking of me?” 

his shoulders rise and fall with every shaky breath he takes, nodding tentatively. 

you hum, circling your entrance. “keep going,” you whisper. “touch yourself for me, cho.”

choso whines at your nickname, hastily shoving the pillow off his lap as his hand practically flies to wrap back around his length. you push two fingers into yourself as he pumps his dick, both matching your hand movements to the other’s pace. the sounds coming from both of you are filthy. lewd squelching from your glistening pussy and wet plaps from his cock. choso’s hair is cascading down his neck, bangs stuck to his forehead, eyes screwed shut in pleasure. you, on the other hand, never take your eyes off him. 

as the palm of your hand hits your clit with every pump of your fingers, you feel yourself being pulled to the brink of an orgasm. “cho,” you breathe out. “look at me while you cum, okay?” 

he nods feverishly, rutting into his palm pathetically to bring himself deathly close to finishing. “please,” he all but whimpers. “i-i’m so close—” 

you lean forward and place your free hand on his shin. “cum for me, choso.” 

he’s mewling, crying out your name as he unwravels immediately, hot, thick ribbons of pearly cum spilling all over his chest. he cums with so much ferocity that you follow not long after, walls clenching around your hand as a thin, clear liquid trickles down your pussy, soaking his bedsheets. 

choso’s hand is loose around his softening dick as you pull your fingers from your cunt and ease them past his lips and into his mouth. he groans around your fingers, sucking as if your slick was the first drink he’d ever had the privilege of enjoying. when you remove them with a pop, he whines at the loss of them. you’re about to apologise for dirtying his sheets when he places one large palm over your clothed chest and pulls you closer towards him by your thighs. he shifts hastily, positioning his face right between your legs and in front of your raw pussy. 

he inhales deeply. “please?” he looks up at you with those big, brown doe-eyes. “let me taste you.”

nodding, you card your fingers through his messy hair. you're not complaining at today’s turn of events.

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“no. i want to eat your pussy. …you know that.”

its become routine. even more so than sex itself. “i’m starting to think you enjoy this more than me.” you laugh, voice light as you lay back and allow him to unzip your jeans.

he doesn’t deny it.

like always, he starts off slow. soft kisses to your thighs. finger gliding up and down your clothed slit. sweet nothings flowing from his mouth like a

“you’re beautiful, baby.” he can feel that wet spot forming. it’s like clockwork with you, and god does he love it.

he’s extra slow moving his finger up. the moment he brushes over your clit, you just ever so slightly. make the cutest sound. he’s already hard at this point. “still can’t believe you’re mine.” he mumbles.

he toys with the cute bow at the top of your panties for just a moment before sliding them down. in an effort to help, you sit up, but he’s quick to stop you.

“no. i’ve got it. please.” his tone gives the impression that he’s begging. truth be told, he basically is. his mouth is watering to get a taste. “i want to make you cum. all on my own. wanna earn it.”

and so you let him. it takes no time for him to lap at your pussy. his nose bumps right into your clit every time he takes another lick. the taste alone drives him wild. he’s practically humping the mattress without even realizing it.

both of you are too drunk on pleasure to care too much. your fingers find their home in his scalp, tugging hard to pull him closer. to have more. it earns you some squeals in response - the good kind.

greed fuels the both of you. the harder you pull his hair, the tighter you squeeze your thighs, the wetter your pussy becomes, the closer he gets to finishing in his pants.

it’s almost indescribable what he feels when you finally finish. it not only makes his dick throb, but his heart too. he’ll never grow tired of pleasing his girl.

but that doesn’t stop him.

he keeps slurping, keeps flicking his tongue against your clit. and that breath you take in when you realize he hasn’t stopped, that moment when you get a sudden rush of sensitivity? that’s the moment that does him in.

he can feel cum spurt out of his tip, the creaminess dripping right back down his boxers with nowhere to go. it feels gross and messy and so fucking good. he’s practically moaning into your pussy by the time you reel his head back.

there’s a small moment of panting between the both of you. analyzing the other, recovering from the intensity of it all, and taking in what just happened.

“…i-i think i came.”

you gulp, glancing down at his pants as if you could somehow see right through them.

god, you cannot let this man go. not ever.

kusakabe continues. “you’ll go out together first thing tomorrow to expel some low grades, it’ll give you plenty of time to start getting to know each other properly and work out whatever issues you have.”

megumi stays silent, hands stuffed in his pockets whilst he just observes the conversation. when you turn and look at him, he simply shrugs, accepting the conditions. he wasn’t a fan of the decision, either, but what could he do? it was his boss’ orders. “cool,” he purses his lips, then meets your eyes. you don’t notice how he catches your breath stutter for a moment. “don’t hold me back.”

you scoff, watching him in shock as he leaves the room without saying anything further. 

“see?” you point out to kusakabe, “he thinks i’m weak!”

he sinks into his chair with an annoyed huff. “just get out of my office, will you?”

the next morning is already hot, and the anger vibrating through your chest isn’t helping you cool off at all. that was the reality of your boss forcing you to spend time with someone you disliked in the middle of summer. 

“we’re in nakano today,” megumi states, leaning against the doorframe of the training room, “it’s scorching, by the way. you should lose the jacket.”

you look at him like he’s stupid. “no shit.”

he just sends you that irritating, subtle cocky smirk he enjoys wearing so much. you’re only seconds away from fighting him. 

“hurry up,” he presses, tapping on the head of the door in warning as he straightens himself out, “i can sense the cursed energy growing rapidly all the way from here.”

with a lick to the teeth, you follow him out of headquarters begrudgingly. 

nakano was quiet and eerily so. if it was four or five in the morning, you’d understand, but ten? this was going to be a long day.

there’s a loud screech that nearly ruptures your eardrum, a hiss falling from your lips as you hunch over in pain. of course a cursed spirit in the vicinity that day would have a technique that competed with yours. with an ability to manipulate soundwaves, the limit was that anything over 100 decibels caused you an immensely agonizing migraine with a pretty high percentage of it being lethal through immense pressure on the brain.

megumi looks at you, eyes wide as he swoops in to support your exhausted body whilst tracking down the culprit. he grits his teeth, calling on great serpent to attack the cursed spirit, the mild distraction of it allowing him the opportunity to pick you up and reconvene for a few generous moments in the department store located a few feet away.

“you okay?” he huffs, searching you for any signs of lasting damage.

“y-yeah,” you croak, the ringing in your ears steadily coming to a still. “fuck, that hurt.”

megumi opened his mouth to say more, but a crash of cement from the now annihilated ceiling just shy of landing on both your heads sends you instantly into survival mode. you pull him along with you as you roll your bodies out of the way from the scattering debris, eyes frantically scanning the shelves for something in the aisle you’re stuck in that you could use to activate your technique. you spot a hammer on the bottom one, reaching for it quickly, then throwing it hard against the shelf opposite of you. the loud clang infused with your cursed energy erupts into an explosive wind, you grabbing megumi’s head to hold against your chest to protect him from the blow. there’s a piercing cry as the cursed spirit gets slammed aggressively into the wall, its body starting to crack. within seconds, it falls to pieces, dispersing into dust moments after. 

you exhale, slumping the back of your head against the shelf in relief.

“can you let go of me now?” megumi’s muffled voice meets your ears suddenly. you completely forgot you were still holding onto him.

your cheeks turn crimson, “shit,” and you push him off of you abruptly, “my bad.”

he chuckles, teasingly sliding into a smug look as soon as he notices you blushing. “from the look on your face, i think you meant to keep me there,” he coos, “if you wanted me to suck your tits so bad, you could have just asked.”

you gasp, sending a hard slap to his arm, stomach twisting with burning heat. this wasn’t the first time either of you had made an unhinged comment like that towards each other, but it was the first time you happened to feel – or rather, noticed– his words rush straight to your core. “dickhead,” you groaned, body on fire, “you’re fucking insufferable.”

he laughs as he lifts himself back onto his feet, then offers his hand to help you stand up. you take it with a scoff, knowing you needed his help whilst you continued to recover your cursed energy, though you really wanted to smack it out from in front of your face instead.

“i’m just kidding,” he hums, letting go of your hand once you were balanced. you hated to admit that you felt disappointed when he did. “c’mon, let’s go to our next spot.”

the next two weeks continued like this. kusakabe sent you two out on numerous missions, of which after saving each other’s asses, ended up in sly, sexual banter to cope with the traumatic reality of being a sorcerer. or, that’s what you told yourselves, at least. you’d always grit your teeth and act like you were pissed off from the comments, but you were only lying to yourself. you were needy as hell for megumi, but wouldn’t dare say it aloud.

he wasn’t any different, but of course, you didn’t know that. neither of you knew about your mutual feelings for each other. 

inevitably, the world of sorcery did it for you– forcing you to confess to one another.

“what the fuck is that smell?” you choked, gagging into your elbow.

“don’t know,” megumi responds, letting out a light cough, “but it can’t be good.”

dealing with the pungent stench whilst fighting a cursed spirit wasn’t fun to any degree, but you managed. you tried to zip your jacket up high enough to block your nose, but it’d just fall right back down once you started combating again.

fortunately, it was a simple grade 4 curse that was easy enough to exorcize. it was annoying it left you with a lasting, psychosymptomatic scent in your nose the entire way back to headquarters, though.

“man, i need a vacation,” you cooed, slumping down into an armchair once you and megumi returned to the training room.

“agreed,” megumi nods, sipping at his water whilst he also took a seat, “i need to get laid, too, it’s been months. really wanna get rid of all this fucking tension from working so damn much.” you look at him, eyes wide. he freezes, cheeks turning red. out of all of the filthy comments he’s made, this is the one that made him feel embarrassed? “i didn’t mean to say that out loud,” he mumbles, sinking deeper into his chair in an attempt to hide.

you fell into a smirk, crossing your arms cunningly. you weren’t going to let him hear the end of it.

“oh?” you coo, “for someone who speaks so highly of himself, i never expected you to be unwillingly celibate.” you poke intentionally. it didn’t matter if it was true or not, you just needed to rile him up. megumi’s fingers twitched around the water bottle, your words clearly having hit a nerve. “gotchya,” you thought silently, enjoying this moment of having the upperhand and pissing him off a little.

“i’m just busy, is all,” he clears his throat, then swallows the last sip of his drink, “i’ve had plenty of people want to hook up with me, but i turned them down because of my schedule.”

“sure,” you snort. he glares at you. “what?” you smile, amused, “can’t handle someone thinking you’re a prude?”

“i’m not a prude,” he grits his teeth.

“then prove it to me right here.”

the room goes quiet, only the static from the slightly flickering light looming above filling up the space. your breath hitches in your throat, face burning hot when you realize what you’d said.

“i–i didn’t mean–”

megumi’s eyes are dark, his body swiftly moved from the chair a few feet away from you and now positioned directly in front of yours before you even finish taking another breath. you hesitantly look up at him as he hovers over you.

“didn’t mean what?” he presses with a wicked grin subtly and slowly appearing on his face, “didn’t mean to admit you want me to fuck you?”

“m-megumi,” you exhale, voice coming out much weaker than you intended, “that’s not–”

he chuckles. “i’ve never seen you so choked up, sweetheart.” he’s leaning over your face now, breath trickling down from your forehead to your lips. “you say you didn’t mean it, but i think you did.” your heart refuses to settle as he leans in just a tad bit more, tempting your lips to close in on his. he stills for a moment, gaze flickering from your mouth up to your eyes again. “but, trust me,” he whispers, “i’ve been wanting to fuck you, too.”

“what–”

megumi erases the gap, tongue sliding between your teeth in a matter of seconds. you melt into him immediately, much to the stubborn part of you’s dismay. one of his hands cups your jaw, the other gripping your hips to pull you up out of the chair. once you’re on your feet, he’s guiding your bodies towards the back of the training room where the private office is located. he closes the door behind you two with a loud slam from the impact of your back against it.

he bites your bottom lip as he breaks the kiss so you both have a second to breathe, your pretty eyes all dazed and staring at his swollen, red lips.

“fuck,” you huff, “you’re so hot, megumi.”

he smiles proudly. “i’ve been telling you that, baby,” his hands grip your waist before he slides them underneath your top, “but, i gotta say,” his fingers slipping beneath your bra wire to pinch your nipples. you groan, “you’ve got me beat.”

you grab the back of his neck and pull him closer again with force, shoving your tongue down his throat and pushing him towards the desk. he stumbles once the back of his thighs meet the front of it.

“woah, woah,” he mutters against your lips with a laugh, unclasping your bra, “slow down.”

you pull away breathless, quickly removing your top and bra and tossing them carelessly onto the floor before slamming your mouth back against his. “no way,” you moan into his mouth, “i’ve needed you for too fucking long.”

you drop your mouth to his neck and bite down hard, causing him to hiss. “jesus,” he curses, “you should have told me sooner.”

you swipe your tongue across the blue hues you decorated his throat with, a soft groan escaping his mouth when you do. “that goes for you too, fushiguro,” you hum.

he’s impatient now, body vibrating with an exuberant amount of lust that makes him push you off of him, turn your body around, and slam your chest down onto the top of the desk. you let out a cry as your hands fly up to catch yourself from the impact. before you realize it, he’s on his knees behind you, pulling your pants down to your ankles on the way.

“holy fuck,” he groans, eyeing your slick folds, “can’t believe you’ve been keeping this from me for three years.”

you feel his tongue plunge into your hole, drool already dripping down your chin as he eats you out like a starved man, slurping and sucking every inch of your sex. with the way he has his head positioned beneath you, you’re able to close your thighs around him. he growls when you do, eyes rolling as you nearly suffocate him to death. he didn’t give a fuck, because that’s exactly what he wanted. 

“fuck, fuck–” you choke, riding his face with desperation. you’re moving so fast, even his firm grip on your thighs to keep you still is hardly doing it’s job, “i’m gonna fucking come–”

you’re shaking, whining with resolve as you squirt all over his face, slick covering every part of it. he moans loudly, sloppily swallowing everything you gave him. he gently pries your vibrating legs away from his head to slip back to his feet, placing sweet kisses from your ass cheeks up to your shoulders before wrapping his arms around you. he cautiously pulls your body upwards so your back can lay flat against his chest.

“you’re the best thing i’ve ever tasted in my life,” he says soft and low, nibbling at your earlobe. you whimper. “wanna eat your pussy for days.”

“n-need– ngh–,” you babble as one of his hand's toys with your breasts, the other holding your throat, “need to feel you inside of m–me.”

he chuckles, squeezing a bit more at your neck. you gasp, clenching around nothing with desperate need for his cock. “think you can handle it?” he purrs, pinching your nipple. you yelp. “think you can take all of me?”

“please,” you beg, “fuck, please give it to me.”

megumi smiles with satisfaction, slipping his hands from your chest to unbutton his pants, choosing to hold you up by his possessive grip of your throat. you bite your lip with anticipation, nails digging into your palms.

“god, i can feel you fucking shaking, sweetheart,” he thrums, fisting his length a few times to prep himself for you. he spits into his hand before collecting your arousal to spread around his shaft. you sigh once his tip meets your entrance. “you ready for me?” he asks, more like a taunt, but still laced with genuine concern.

you take a deep breath. “fuck me, megumi.”

that’s all it takes for him to slide into you, your toes curling the second he bottoms you out. the pads of his fingers hold you steadily in his grip, the lewd sounds of his pelvis smacking against your ass causing them to press tighter around you.

“oh, god,” you groan, his thick, veiny cock brushing against your already sensitive walls, “you feel so good.”

“yeah?” he hums, “you like having your cunt stuffed full?” you can’t speak, nodding profusely as the apples of your cheeks are set ablaze and you clench around him. he growls, “fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight, baby.”

the way you feel around him only causes him to become more animalistic. he pushes your chest back down onto the desk by the nape of your neck, keeping you there with determination. the desk shifts against the floor as if it was trying to escape with how hard he’s fucking you against it. 

“shit, baby,” his voice cracks as his head falls into the dip of your shoulder. he’s desperately kissing your skin there as he pistons into you fervently, “need you to come around me, fuck,” he chokes, “i don’t think i’ll last much longer.” 

his fingers slide around the front of your body to reach your clit, sending small circles to push you further to orgasm. you’re gripping the sides of the desk, moaning without a care of who could hear you– anyone could have walked into the training room by now and heard you two devouring each other in the back office. 

“jesus christ, megumi,” you sob, hands turning red and white from your intense grip, “i–i can’t– ah– i’m so sensitive–”

megumi doesn’t slow down, “you can do it,” he only speeds up, “you’re already doing so well for me.” he’s alternating between pinching and rubbing your bundle of nerves, synchronizing the pace with his thrusts. his throat breaks as he feels you begin to fall apart around him.

“fuck, you gonna come, baby?” he huffs, eyes rolling violently, “i can feel you squirting around my cock. filthy, aren’t you?”

you attempt to answer, but it’s useless, a sharp scream erupts from the back of your throat as you spill all over him, body squirming violently against the top of the desk.

megumi moans, hips sputtering into your abused hole as he spurts his hot seed into your cunt, your clenches around him drinking every last drop of him greedily. 

“fuck, look at you,” he tilts his head backwards with a blissful hum, “taking me like you were fucking made for me.”

your body slowly settles, and his thrusts come to a still as you both pant heavily. he rests his head against your spine, the two of you just staying intertwined like that for a while. 

the door of the training room creaks open, but you’re both too blissed out to notice. you even miss the footsteps approaching the office.

“this isn’t what i intended when i said i wanted you two to ‘get along’.”

kusakabe’s shocked, yet amused voice ripples through the tiny room, the two of you quickly regaining your senses and grabbing your clothes scattered on the floor in an attempt to hide. not that it’d matter, he clearly saw you both naked. you couldn’t manage to look at your boss, but he wasn’t looking at you either, offering a sense of privacy by having turned himself away from your bodies the second he caught you two.

once you’re both dressed, you and megumi look at each other, horrified.

kusakabe chuckles, still keeping his back towards you. “didn’t expect to find you in here, but now that i have, i figured out what that smell was you mentioned earlier,” he smiles to himself, knowing that was the reason you two ended up in this situation. anyone would be stupid not to notice the tension between you and megumi. “turns out that cursed spirit you fought emits a truth serum in the form of undetectable gas.”

your mouth drops wide open. megumi darts his eyes around the room and away from you. 

well, fuck.

Choso nodded, swallowing hard. His thighs tensed on the bench as you peeled your shirt off slowly. The moment your breasts spilled free, bare and soft, his cock twitched hard in his pants. He was so hard already. Just the sight of your tits made him leak, a wet spot forming at the front of his jeans. His breathing picked up, chest rising fast under his hoodie.

You smiled at him, turning side to side so he could see everything. Your manicured fingers cupped your breasts lightly, then lifting them as if checking how they'd fit for a nonexistent top. "What do you think? Too much?"

He couldn't answer right away, well, because the question confused him, too much? Too much of what exactly? Your breasts were perfect. They could never be "too much," in his vocabulary that didn't exist. His legs spread wider on the bench, cock straining painfully against the fabric. Pure torture. You were so close to him in this tiny stall, the air thick with the scent of your skin and his growing desperation.

You hooked your thumbs into your skirt next, shimmying it down your hips inch by inch. The fabric slid over your ass, revealing the smooth curves and the tiny thing you called 'underwear' underneath. Choso groaned quietly, eyes locked on the way your ass jiggled softly with each wiggle. His cock throbbed visibly now, leaking more into his jeans, the outline thick and obvious between his spread thighs.

"Baby... this is too much," he whispered, voice strained. "You're so pretty. I can't... fuck." He couldn't think straight, anytime he saw a sliver of your bare skin. This was actually killing him.

You stepped closer, turning and bending over so your ass brushed near his face while you pretended to adjust the tong. Then you picked up the first bikini, a tiny red string set. You slipped the top on slowly, tying the strings behind your neck while your breasts bounced with the movement. The triangles barely covered your nipples. You modelled it for him, posing with hands on your hips and everything, real professional-like. Turning so he could see how it hugged your body.

Choso's hands gripped the edge of the bench, knuckles white. His cock was fully hard now, tenting out obscenely. "You look... incredible. But please, I might... right here, baby. If you keep doing that."

You giggled softly and cupped them, squeezing gently right in front of his flushed face. "Aw, poor Baby. Just from watching me change? You're so hard already. Unbelievable." Your words and tone of voice almost sounded like you were scolding him. "You're gonna have to stay like that, a little while longer, Cho." He winced.

And whimpered, shifting on the bench, but there was nowhere to go. His legs stayed spread wide, thick cock pulsing with every heartbeat. You slid the matching red bottoms up your legs and right over your own soaked panties next, bending over slowly so your ass pushed toward him. The tiny fabric disappeared between your cheeks, leaving almost nothing to his imagination.

The store worker's voice floated from the other side of the door. "Everything okay in there? Need any different sizes?"

You answered cheerfully, still facing Choso. "We're good! Just trying a few on." Then you dropped your voice to a teasing whisper. "Hear that, baby? She's right outside. And here you are, sitting there with your cock so hard because of my tits and ass."

Choso bit his lip hard, eyes glassy. "Please... you're killing me. I can see everything." He's right, your pussy lips are showing through that, excuse of a bikini botton. His voice chirped up, a little higher but still trying to keep quiet, "I want to touch you but... I-I might cum if you move any closer."

As soon as the first set came on off, the other was on. Turning to him again, modelling the next bikini, a white one that went sheer when it got wet, but right now, it just clung to your curves. You climbed onto his lap carefully, knees on either side of his spread thighs on the tiny bench. Your barely covered pussy pressed right against the hard bulge in his jeans.

"Feel how wet I am already, Cho?" you murmured, grinding slowly, for emphasis. "Watching you suffer like this is so hot, baby. My cute boyfriend trapped in here with me. It's torture for you, hm?"

He groaned into your shoulder, big hands finally grabbing your hips. His cock throbbed against your pussy, leaking steadily now, soaking through and dampening the bikini bottom. "Baby... I can't hold it. You're too much. Your tits are literally in my face, your ass... everything's just."

You rocked your hips again, slow and teasing, feeling him pulse under you. Your breasts brushed his chest with every movement. The air heavy with tension and his quiet, desperate sounds.

"You're gonna make me cum in my pants before we even leave the store," he whispered, voice cracking.

You leaned up and kissed his jaw softly, tits pressing against his chest again. "Good. Maybe I want you to. Sit pretty for me, Cho. Bikini season is just getting started."

The store worker knocked lightly again. "Let me know if you need help with anything!"

You smiled against Choso's neck, grinding once more on his throbbing cock. "We're almost done. Just one more outfit."

Pure torture for him, and you loved every flushed, leaking second of it.

The tiny changing stall felt even smaller now, the air thick and warm from both of you. You were still wearing that sheer white bikini, the one that clung to your curves and left almost nothing hidden. Choso stayed sat on the little bench, like you told him to. Legs spread wide to make room for you on his lap. His cock was rock hard, pressing up against your ass through his jean. Every tiny shift of your hips made him leak more, the wet spot just kept growing bigger.

You reached behind your neck, fingers brushing the tied strings of the bikini top. "Help me with this one, baby. Untie it for me."

Choso's eyes widened, flushed face turning even redder. His hands came up slowly, trembling as they found the strings. "O-okay... like this?" He asked dumbly as he fumbled with the knot, fingers clumsy from how turned on he was. His cock throbbed hard against your ass, thick and insistent.

You wiggled on his lap on purpose, grinding back against him while he worked. "Mhm, just pull it loose. You can do it."

He finally got one string untied, the top loosening so your breasts nearly spilled out. He tried to grab another bikini from the hook on the wall, anything to distract himself. But you caught his wrists gently and guided his hands back to your chest.

"Forget about that Cho and grab these instead," you whispered, voice teasing. "Feel how soft they are, baby? All for you."

Choso groaned quietly, big hands cupping the curve of your tits right away. His palms were warm and a little shaky as he squeezed, thumbs brushing over your hard nipples through the thin fabric. "Fuck... they're so perfect. So soft."

You smiled, reaching down between your bodies. tugging his zipper down and pulling the waistband of his boxers lower, just enough for his thick cock to spring free, hot and leaking against your ass. With one hand you slipped the bikini bottoms and your panties off. To the side it went with a flick of your wrist, next to choso on the bench it landed. Your slick cunt now exposed, wet and soaking. You rocked back slowly, letting his bare cock slide along your slick pussylips.

"Keep playing with my tits while I take care of this," you murmured, guiding the head of his cock to your sopping hole. You sank down onto him in one smooth motion, your tight cunt swallowing every thick inch.

Choso's head fell back against the wall, a muffled whimper escaping as your ass settled fully in his lap. His hands groped your tits harder now, fingers digging into the soft flesh while you started riding him slow and deep. The bench creaked quietly under you both.

"Baby... you're so wet," he breathed, voice cracking. His hips bucked up instinctively, cock dragging along your walls with every roll of your hips. "I can feel you clenching around me. you feel... t-too good."

You kept moving, ass bouncing lightly in his lap, pussy making soft wet sounds around his cock. His hands never left your tits, squeezing and kneading the weight of them, pinching your nipples until you moaned softly. The strings of the bikini top hung loose around your neck, your breasts spilling free into his palms.

"Such a good helper," you teased, grinding down hard so his cock pressed deep inside you. "So good." He let out a high whimper at your praise, You leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Anyone could hear us if you get too loud, Choso."

He bit his lip hard, trying to stay quiet, but his whimpers kept slipping out. His cock throbbed inside your cunt, leaking steadily as you rode him faster. The tiny stall filled with the scent of sex and the quiet slap of skin on skin.

You moved your hands down to hold his hands tighter against your tits, making him grope you even more. "Don't stop touching them. I love your hands on me like this."

Choso nodded frantically, fingers sinking deeper into the soft flesh as you bounced on his cock. His thighs trembled under you, the bench barely holding both of you steady. He was so close already, cock swelling thicker inside your dripping pussy.

"Cum whenever you want, baby," you whispered, clenching around him on purpose. "Fill me up, hm?" You encouraged. "Think you can make it through two more try ons?" He groaned viscerally, "Okay maybe one." You purred in his ear.

He whined your name into your shoulder, hands full of your soft breasts, cock pulsing deep as he tried so hard not to make too much noise. The mall music playing on outside the door, but inside the stall it was just you, him, and the desperate heat building between your bodies.

Choso's big hands wrapped tight around your waist, fingers digging into your soft skin as he pulled you back hard onto his cock. He thrust up deep, stuffing you full with every thick inch while his hips snapped up desperately. Your tight cunt squeezed around him, milking him as you rode faster, tits bouncing in his groping palms.

"Fuck... baby I'm gonna..." he groaned low, voice wrecked.

You clenched hard around him, grinding down so his cock hit that perfect spot deep inside. "Cum for me, Cho. Fill me up, like a good boy."

He came hard with a muffled cry, cock pulsing thick ropes of cum straight into your pussy. His hands held your waist like a vice, keeping you seated fully on him while he stuffed you full, pumping every last drop deep. Your cunt fluttered around him, taking it all, his warm load flooding you until it started to leak around his shaft.

When the last spasm faded, Choso slumped back against the wall, chest heaving, completely dazed. His cock softened a little but stayed buried inside you, twitching with aftershocks. You lifted off slowly, feeling his cum start to leak out of your stretched hole the second he pulled out. Thick white streaks dripped down your thighs, messy and warm.

You smiled at him, still flushed and glowing. "Come on Cho, grab my underwear and put them on me."

Choso looked so fucked out, eyes glassy, lips parted, brain fuzzy from how hard he just came. He reached blindly for your panties on the bench beside him, fingers trembling as he picked them up. Your pussy was on full display, puffy and leaking his cum in slow globs.

He leaned forward, still dazed, and carefully pulled your panties up your legs. The soft cotton slid over your skin until it cupped your dripping cunt, barely. He tugged them into place gently, but his thumb pressed right over your hole, feeling the way his cum soaked through the fabric already. A dark wet spot bloomed under his thumb, warm and sticky.

"Look at that," you whispered, voice teasing as you rocked your hips a little, pushing more of his load into the panties. "Your cum is already making such a mess in my panties. Then you focused the praise back on him. "Good boy for dressing me after you stuffed me so full, Cho."

Choso stared at the wet spot, thumb still pressed there like he could not believe what he had done. His cock twitched again still out in the open. Half-hard and sensitive. "Baby... it's leaking so much. I can feel it. You're gonna walk around the mall like this?"

You nodded, leaning down to kiss his flushed cheek. "Mhm. All day. Every step I take, your cum will be soaking my panties and dripping down my thighs. And you'll know it's all because of how hard you came inside me, isn't that what you want?"

He groaned softly, hands sliding up to cup your tits again, squeezing them like he needed something to hold onto. The stall felt even hotter now, the air heavy with the smell of sex. Outside the door, the store worker called out cheerfully about other colours and shit but inside, it was just you two and the messy aftermath.

You stood up carefully, adjusting your top while Choso watched with hazy eyes. His cum kept leaking, the wet spot on your panties growing bigger, a constant reminder pressing against your clit with every movement.

"Ready to pay for all of this Choso?" you asked sweetly, already reaching for the pair you made a mess in. "Or do you need another minute to recover from stuffing your girlfriend full?"

Choso just nodded weakly, still dazed and fucked out, his thumb ghosting over the soaked fabric and down the slick skin of your thighs, once more before he tucked his cock away and stood up. Bikini season had never felt so filthy.