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・ ac: 3vangel1ne @ 𝕏

satoru's room was dim. the only source of light being his computer, which wasn't even being used.

you were sat next to satoru on his grey digimon sheets. the two of you were supposed to be studying, but your text books sat long forgotten on his desk, probably not going to be picked up again with what the two of you were doing right now.

your hands cupped his cheeks, and his hands sat on your waist, he moves his hand over to grab onto your thigh, having you straddle him, his back now pressed against his headboard. his tongue slipped into your mouth, the loud wet sound filling the room along with the sound of his whines and whimpers.

you break away from the kiss to latch your mouth onto his neck, pressing your core onto his growing erection. "fuck.. j-just like that." he breathes out, a patch of precum growing onto his sweatpants.

you smile, "yeah? you like that toru?" you say, starting to grind onto him, your arousal plus his pre making it easier to move on top of him. you would be lying if you said that it didn't feel good as well, but you liked teasing him like this.

"god..y-yes." he grabs your hips, pressing you down onto him harder, you moan at the contact, running your hands through his undercut, his glasses starting to fog up.

he leans his head back against the wall, his whines getting louder by the second, you could tell he was close and you were too. "you close toru?" you ask, even though you already knew the answer.

he puts his face in between your neck, hiding his face as he says, "f-fuck hah..yes baby!! oh god im gonna cum! im gonna cum!

you laugh at his words, your own orgasm approaching, his hips now rutting into yours. "yeah?..cmon cum for me toru."

his arms wrap tighter around you, gripping onto your shirt as he finally unravels with one final groan, cumming into his pants with you following soon after.

the room was filled with the soft pants coming from both of you. after a few seconds, he removes his face from your neck, looking into your half lidded eyes, the fog from his glasses finally fading away.

18+. rockstar!choso’s girlfriend always gets him caught !

1. HEADLINE #1 : R★CKSTAR CAUGHT GETTING BJ IN THE REC ROOM ?!

in REC room eight, choso kamo is flipping switches while pretending your hands aren’t fondling his cock.

12 PM friday means the rec room heat & choso’s sweaty thighs. choso kamo has his headphones on his ears as sukuna & suguru practice on the other side of the glass pane, but he can’t seem to focus on sukuna’s voice crackling through his speakers. half of his mind’s on his pretty girlfriend perched on the chair beside him, lashes fluttering and skirt bunched up your thighs as your palm rubs at his already swollen cock.

“choso,” you coo sweetly. “i miss you.”

“miss you too, baby,” he rasps, but it’s more of a whimper & your palm rubs just over his throbbing tip as his hips twitch. his eyes are stinging but your touch is warm & choso kamo is in really big trouble.

he reaches for a switch on the board. “trying to work, princess,” he breathes, and you press your thumb to his clothed slit and his head goes all dizzy again. “could you please let me focus?”

his headphones crackle with sukuna’s voice but choso doesn’t hear it. ‘choso, the reverb. can you amp that shit up already?!’

﹒ ⌗ choso is never the type of guy to make it obvious with showing what he wants.

especially when he wants alone time with you.

he’ll try to bring you to your room, using a stupid excuse, like saying that he wants to ‘cuddle.’

you’d lay down beside him on the king-sized bed.

first it wasn’t obvious that he wanted to do more than cuddling.

he would talk to you with a sweet, soft voice that distracts you from knowing what he really wants.

his arms around your waist, his body pressed against yours.

after some minutes you finally realize what he's tryna do.

he looks completely shocked while this is exactly what he wants.

you straddling his lap, grabbing his cheeks gently to kiss him. he reacts fast when you press your lips against his, deepening the kiss with his tongue.

his large hands on your hips to steady you.

when you pull away to catch your breath his mouth is already moving downwards.

he’s kissing your collarbone with every energy he has.

you placed your hands in his hair, holding onto it with a tight grip.

slowly you move your hips onto his thigh.

he froze, looking up at you with those dark brown eyes.

that’s when you heard a little sound come out of his mouth.

you continue your movements before kissing him again. his hands moved under your shirt, touching your bare hips.

“more?” he asked with a soft voice.

“more, cho.”

a/n: first time trying something like this kinda nervous 😢

Synopsis: You have been gone so long on a mission your poor boyfriend misses your voice so much

CW: JOI ( Jerk Off Instruction), phone sex, voice kink, mommy kink, msub, cum denial, use of “good boy”

If any of these themes are uncomfortable or triggering for you, please scroll past. 18+ only / MDNI

Author notes: I’ve been seeing so many of those “Yes mommy” edits on my fyp. They’re genuinely getting me through life rn 😩😩

The line rang twice. Three times. You were about to leave a voicemail when he picked up, and the sound of his breath coming in just a little uneven made you pause.

“Hey baby,” you said softly. "You okay?"

“I'm—” he pauses. too long, his voice coming out lower than usual and just slightly strained— “yeah. Hi.”

Your eyes narrowed with fond suspicion. This was something else.

“Cho,” you said slowly. “What are you doing?”

“N-Nothing.” He answered way too fast. A small sound followed it, quickly swallowed, and your mouth curved.

“Baby,” you said. "What are you doing." You repeat once more, a bit more demanding of an answer.

Silence. Then, very quietly: “...I missed you.”

“I can hear that you missed me.” You settled back against your pillow, voice dropping into something warmer, slower. “How long have you been doing that?”

A broken exhale. “A while...”

"A while," you repeated. “You’ve been thinking about me this whole time?”

“Y-yes.” You could hear the faint shift of sheets, the particular quiet of a room where someone was trying very hard to hold still. “Your voice— nghh—when you called I almost” and he stopped.

“Almost what? Tell me Cho” You kept your voice even, soft, deliberately calm against his unraveling.

“A-Almost didn't answer.” A shaky breath. “Because I knew if I heard you it would—“another swallowed sound, “I would’ve cummed to fast”

You let the silence sit for a moment, let him breathe through it. “Keep going,” you began. “Don't stop on my account.”

The sound he made was small and devastated and gorgeous. “O-okay—”

A shuddering exhale, and then the sounds he'd been swallowing started coming through — small and helpless, his breath catching in uneven intervals, as you listened to him come apart

“Tell me what you're thinking about,” you murmured.

“You.” Immediate. Breathless. “Your hands. The way you—mhm—the way you moan my name when—” he broke off with a whine that he tried to muffle and failed.

“Please don’t muffle yourself baby,” you said softly. “Let me hear you, baby.”

“Mmmph!” The sound that left him was helpless and unguarded and made your chest ache with how much you missed him. “I can't”

“You can do it.” You kept yours steady, gentle, in control the way he needed you to be. “You're doing so well f’me”

“Please,” he cried again, breathier this time. “Please, I need—”

A pause where only his breathing existed, ragged and honest. Then, barely above a whisper, “M-Mommy.”

“I’m still here,” you said softly. You let your voice drop lower, warmer, more commanding. “Do you like my voice, baby?”

Choso let out a broken little whimper that went straight to your core. “Y-yes mommy…” The words came out shaky, already dripping with need.

“That’s my good boy,” you praised, settling deeper into your pillow. “Keep stroking that cock for me. Don’t stop. I want to hear exactly how you touch yourself while you listen to me.”

His hand was already moving again. The slick, wet sounds of his fist pumping his cock filled the line. As your instructions continued, his moans started getting louder.

“Wrap your fingers tighter around the base,” you told him calmly. “Good boy. Now slide all the way up… twist your wrist a little at the head. Use all that precum to make it nice and slippery for mommy.”

Choso’s moan cracked louder, deeper, the wet rhythmic schlick-schlick of his strokes growing faster and filthier. “Mommy— haah— fuck…”

“Faster now, baby. Pump it harder. I want to hear those moans louder. Let me hear how badly you need it.” Your voice stayed steady and in control while his fell apart. “Spread your legs wider. Stroke every thick inch and think about mommy’s tight, warm pussy instead of your hand.”

His moans were getting properly loud now — raw, needy, and shameless. “Mommy! Feels so good—I need to cum. Pleasee, mommy, I need to cum so bad!”

“Hmm, not yet,” you said firmly, a smile curling your lips. “Slow down. Edge that pretty cock for me. Squeeze the head on every upstroke and hold it. You don’t get to cum until I say so.”

Choso let out a devastated whine, but he obeyed, his breathing turning into desperate sobs as he forced himself to slow his strokes. “Mommy please. I’m so close. I’ve been good— need to cum, mommy, please let me cum!”

You kept him there on the edge, guiding him with detailed instructions — faster, slower, tighter, twist at the top, use both hands if he needed — drawing out long, torturous minutes of him moaning and begging louder and louder for release. Every time his voice pitched higher and his strokes turned frantic, you made him deny himself again.

“Mommy! I can’t— I’m gonna cum. pleasepleaseplease—”

“Hold it,” you commanded softly. “Not until mommy says. You’re going to keep edging that cock until you’re shaking for me.”

He was a complete mess now — loud, broken moans and whimpers of “mommy” spilling out between every ragged breath, his hand desperately working his cock exactly how you told him while he begged so prettily to be allowed to cum.

Finally, when his voice had gone hoarse and truly desperate, you took mercy.

“Cum for me, baby. Make a big mess all over your hand for mommy. Let me hear you.”

Choso came with a loud, shattered cry of your name. The wet sounds of his orgasm echoing through the phone as he finally spilled hard for the second time. You talked him through every pulsing wave, soft praise and gentle words until he was trembling and spent, breathing heavy in your ear.

The silence afterward was warm and intimate, broken only by his soft, wrecked little sounds.

“Two more days,” you whispered. “Then I can take care of you properly.”

He let out a shaky, satisfied hum.

who would expect this from you? quiet shy girl, not letting your boyfriend cum? having your boyfriend tied up? if anything, who would expect this from choso? quiet, has that “look at me and i’ll kill you” look to him, being a moaning mess under his girlfriend? how ironic.

his head thrown back, not letting you see how pathetic he looked right now. he was a moaning MESS. while you were giggling, he was begging for any type of release. you loved teasing him. he was trying to stay quiet but couldn’t.

“baby! imgonnacum! please! don’t stop- aghh!”

you were stroking him. you had him laying down, arms tied to headboard, he couldn’t even look at ya. whenever he was going to cum, you didn’t let him. who knew such a “nonchalant” cool guy like choso, is a whimpering guy who loves to be submissive to you?

“aghh!- oh my.. right there!” gosh and you were so mean to snatch your hand right back.

“not yet my love.. not yettt..”

he whined at the loss. squirming around on the bed searching for any type of release.

“please! oh my gosh please!”

your soft hands gliding up and down on his cock again, your acrylic nails that he paid for scratching him a bit.

“your gonna be a good boy for me, hmm?” you tease

“yes! yes! the best, i promise!” he manages to say, you pulling a whimper out of him. he can’t handle it- cums anyway.

“you said you’d be good huh? is this good to you?” you said, kinda pissed

you pull on his hair to look at you. not harshly but hard enough he moans.

“aghh! wa- wait mommy please! oh fuck me fuck me please mommy oh.. ah! i- i couldn’t..mmh!.. couldn’t handle it.” he groans

“you wanna be a good boy don’t ya? that’s not the way..”

you start gliding your hand up and down again, teasing his tip. he’s a whimpering mess all over again. once he’s close, which you can tell, you put two fingers over his tip. not allowing him. sure, he could break out the cuffs and easily rip your hand off, but he knew you wanted the pleasure of him being submissive. so he did just that.

like the good boy he is.

creds 2 @ ispeaknotkneel

•*¨*•.¸¸☆* riding chosos abs!

ac: f_tality0 @ 𝕏

you and choso were sat on his bed with you laying on his chest, watching a movie the two of you weren't too interested in, when you had suggested it half jokingly, the thing is..you hadn't expected him to take it so seriously.

now you were straddling choso's stomach, the only piece of clothing left on your body being on of choso's oversized t-shirts, the movie that the two of you were watching before now just being background noise.

your hands found purchase on either side of his body as you rolled your hips onto his abs. your pussy is soaked, your slick coating his stomach. choso's hands rest on your hips, guiding you back and forth onto him.

his eyes stay mostly on your face, wanting to see your reactions but flicking down to where your pussy stays on his abs every now and then, not wanting to miss a beat.

"mmm...god cho─you feel so good." you say, sliding your hands up to cup his flushed face, caressing his cheeks.

the strain of his dick against his sweats grows impossibily larger, leaking through the fabric, enjoying the sight of you getting yourself off on his body.

choso drags his eyes back up to your face, looking into your half lidded eyes, "god you're so beautiful, i love it when you're on top like this." he says, his praise making you feel even more aroused.

he presses you down onto him harder, the ridges of his abs rubbing onto your clit just right, causing you to throw your head back in bliss, whines leaving your lips at the friction between the two of you. you brace your hands onto his chest, chasing your orgasm, your thighs slightly shaking beneath him.

"fuck cho..i'm so close." you breath out,

"cum baby, i got you." he says, his hands on hips drag you against him quicker helping you chase your orgasm faster.

your eyes flutter shut, a whine leaves your glossy lips as you gush all over his stomach, choso's hands still resting on either side of you, riding you through your orgasm.

your grinds slow as you slump against him, resting your head in the crook of his neck, his thumb drawing circles onto your hip, his free hand comes up to stroke your hair. holding you in his embrace as you catch your breath.

you back away from him pulling him up connecting his lips with yours, he melts into you his hands sliding into your hair, the kiss lingers for a moment before you pull away from his lips the taste of you lipgloss still on his lips.

you lay down against him─the two of you wrapped in each others embrace, just staying like that, as he presses a light kiss to the top of your head before you start to drift off to sleep.

𐔌 . ❥ ˚ ‧  ‎‎ ・‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎‎кαмσ ¢нσѕσ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 0.4k‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ˚. ᵎᵎ choso's obsessed with you riding him‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎‎˙ ̟‎ ‎ ‎ ꒰ mdni ꒱ ‎ ‎ cw ‎ ‎ ‎‎： ‎ ‎riding ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ・ִ . ‎ ‎ ‎‎ piv ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ・˚ . ‎ ‎ ‎‎ creampie

choso didn’t think he was the obsessive type, not until he met you. now he’s certain that he’s obsessive because the sight of you riding his cock has him dazed and, well, obsessed. eyes practically filled with hearts at the way you whine about how he’s ‘too big’ to keep going but still moving regardless, bounces slowing to needy grinds.

“don’t stop,” he pouts, “keep going.”

your cunt jumps around him, “but cho—”

“just a little more,” encouraging, hands on your hips pulling at your soft skin. “i wanna keep watching you move.”

hands planted on his chest to leverage yourself a little better, “you’re lucky i like you,” sulking as your thighs spread a bit wider over him.

he really does feel lucky in this moment because even though you’re too tired to keep the pace you had earlier, you’re moving your hips quickly, desperately. chasing what feels good for you and he loves that, loves watching you use him to make yourself feel good. getting off on it an obscene amount, and his dick twitching inside you has you mewling.

every grind forward has his cock pulling from you just the tiniest bit and the slide is smooth, your creamy cunt swallowing him back in before he can mourn the loss of your heat. there isn’t a single doubt in his mind that you’re leaving behind a milky, white ring around his shaft.

your arms are trembling, weak from exhausting yourself and how good it feels. “cho, i cant– hng– i can’t—”

“i got you,” he coos softly, comforting.

and then he’s grabbing your hips harshly and fucking up into you quick, sharp. the lewd squelching of your pussy getting fucked so well filling the room. and he’s still watching you, delighting in how you whimper and fall apart on his dick. taking him so well, lower lip wobbling as you get closer and closer to cumming.

“you’re so pretty,” he compliments, “i love you so much, so pretty when you’re on top.”

his words do you in, he knows it. your cunt shivering around him at the praise and gushing around him as you reach your high, soaking his dick. as hard as he tries, he can’t hold off on cumming. pumping you full of his hot load, groaning through his orgasm because you’re so snug around him and so pretty when you cum.

even through your shaking, he’s still helping you hump down into him. twitching on top of his lap as your clit grinds against his pelvis, all sensitive and dazed. a part of him wanting to make you keep going, for you to keep riding him even if it overstimulates your poor pussy.

because he’s not just obsessed with you riding him but also with how you cum... and everything else about you.

emo/stoner!choso being clingy to his sweet girlfriend ⧽ collage au ! , sfw , Choso being touchy , he’s high , + note at the end ‹𝟹

before you noticed him, you felt a lot of weight pilled on top of you. his face smushed between your boobs, as his body completely collapsed on top of you, legs between yours.

“cho your heavy!!” you grunted looking down as you tossed your phone to the side.

he nuzzled deeper into your chest, as if he was trying to sink into your skin. “your so warm. and comfortable.” his voice muffled into your shirt. it was low and soft, laced with sleepiness.

your hand finds his hair like it’s second nature, slightly scratching while your other hand finds his waist, while your thumb rubs the skin there for his shirt slightly lifting.

he hummed at the feeling, his hands wrapping around you. this was his favorite thing to do. seeing you all comfortable in his bed, in nothing but his tshirt and just a pair of panties. it was all he needed after a long day. to be in your embrace.

you rested your head against his soft hair, as your hands wrapping around him. “your such a big baby.”

he lifted his head, pouting his lips. “your big baby?”

you couldn’t help but giggle, he was probably high since he was being very clingier than usual.

you peaked his lips. “yes my big baby.” he smiled like a fool, returning back to his favorite spot.

“I love you princess.” you could feel his lips slowly kissing your chest. returning the favor you kissed his head, another thing he loved. “I love you more cho.” his hands slid under your shirt, slightly grazing under your boobs. the touch wasn’t sexual, it was a way of grounding him.

a few minutes of the two of you laying there comfortably together, you started to hear soft snoring. looking down Choso was knocked out. his lips slightly parted, a little drool wetting your shirt. your heart squeezes from how cute he looked.

you couldn’t help but watched him for a minute. oh you were definitely gonna tease him about it.

slowly pulling his hair out his pigtails, you pushed his hair back from his face, putting it into one lose pony knowing he would start to get overwhelmed by his hair being up in the morning. carefully pulling the covers over him, you turned off the lamp on the nightstand.

“night my baby.” you kissed his head one more final time, his hand slightly squeezing your waist as if even your touches still affected him in his sleep.

you soon drifted off to sleep with you clingy boyfriend on top of you, with his weight, the warmness from his body, and just his presence himself made you feel safe. it grounded you as well.

truly there was no other place you would rather be.

.ೃ࿔*:･

When you woke up today, everything was off.

For starters, morning had passed you by entirely; you'd been sprawled out across your bed in deep REM sleep until a quarter after one, waking abruptly with sleep in your eyes and a knot in your stomach.

Only when the initial morning afternoon haze faded did you remember the events from the previous night, a night spent more on tossing and turning than rest, all thanks to a 60-second video.

Choso's video. His pierced tongue lolling as drool spilled onto his veiny cock, the way he said your name with his hand desperately stroking his length—memories that corrupted your dreams still occupied your waking thoughts, reigniting the feeling in your core that felt so wrong but so inexplicably right.

It was almost an hour before you so much as touched your phone, the screen lighting up to reveal an onslaught of messages and missed calls from "Cho 💜👾."

From what you deduced after stringing together your best friend's frantic texts, Choso was drunk and that video was never supposed to make it out of his camera roll, least of all into your inbox. But that didn't answer the myriad of questions still swirling around in your head. So you poured your mind into a text before deleting it all and settling for "come over" instead.

And he did just that—showing up 10 minutes later despite living 15 minutes away on a good day, tired brown eyes wide as he regarded you like some kind of wild animal, clearly unsure of what to expect and afraid to get too close.

Seeing him standing before you felt disorienting. The distance felt small no matter how far you stood, his voice sounded different—heavier now that you'd heard him say your name so intimately, his gaze more intense and his lips magnetizing in a way you never even considered before. You wanted him.

He entered without asking, because that's what you do when you've known someone for years and they're your best friend in the world, before immediately launching into a frenzied explanation for his drunken mistake.

But you couldn't focus on his words, only his lips. You traitorous eyes zeroed in on the glimpse of his silver piercing each time he spoke, and you shivered, a reaction to the mere thought of how the cool metal would feel against your sensitive cl—

It was your name, spoken with palpable concern, that snapped you out of the momentary trance; only it sounded different than it ever had before on his tongue and sent a wave of complicated arousal coursing through you.

"I didn't mean to send it to you." He whispered, avoiding looking into your eyes like it might very well kill him.

"But you meant to take it. Do you always record?"

"Y-yeah," he confessed, like it cost him something to admit. "I guess I have a collection."

The idea of a library of videos like the one that made it to your messages planted a lewd idea in your head, one you decided to follow through with before you could talk yourself out of it.

"Hm." You hummed thoughtfully, relishing the way Choso swallowed nervously the longer your thoughtful silence stretched. "Okay, get your phone out."

He obeyed without question, nervous hands fumbling his phone before extending it towards you without a hint of hesitation. You took the device gingerly from his hand, using his passcode—your birthday, of course—to unlock it and open up the camera. After pressing record you handed it back to him, angling it down before sinking onto your knees in front of him. "Hold it like this."

"W-what are you—"

"Making a video," you answered steadily, as though freeing your best friend's hard length from his pants on camera was an everyday occurrence. "For your collection."

His cock rested heavy in your hands, so much prettier in person that you couldn't help but lick your lips, and the sight alone made him twitch. Without breaking eye contact your tongue swiped a wet stripe over his tip, a teasingly fleeting touch, and your thighs clenched at the sound he made in response.

"Fuck," he whined, phone visibly shaking in his trembling hands. "P-please."

You blinked up at him, tugging your tank top down just enough so that the top of your tits spilled out, painting him an irresistible picture. "Please what, Cho?" You purred.

"Please," he pleaded, any shame he might've felt for begging his pretty best friend long gone as he gazed down at you through lidded eyes. "Do that again pl—"

His words warped into moans as your mouth worked up and down his shaft, drool slipping down to the base as you traced each thrumming vein with your tongue.

It wasn't long before you hollowed out your cheeks and sealed your spit-slick lips around him, bobbing your head up and down while your gaze flicked between him and the camera he struggled to hold onto.

You pulled away from him with a pop! and his eyes fixated on the trail of saliva that covered the distance between your tongue and his tip before your head bobbed back down, taking him to the base until his tip reached the back of your throat.

"Oh my god," he groaned, brown hair messy as he leaned forward to get a better view, phone and any hopes of recording long forgotten.

You were a gagging, drooling mess before you pulled away to look up at your best friend with doe-like innocence despite the vulgar display you put on for him moments prior.

"Tell me where you wanna cum, Cho."

His eyes were dark with lust, his cock leaking as he answered, his response catching you off guard in the best way. "Inside of you."

It wasn't long before you were in your bed, climbing on top of Choso to straddle him as he sat with his head against your headboard. Large hands eagerly made their way under your shirt, groping and grabbing at your tits, teasing your sensitive nipples and tracing up and down your waist before his lips captured yours.

You leaned into the kiss, grinding slowly against his painfully hard cock and whimpering at the feeling of the thin lace of your underwear dragging against your clit while his tip prodded at your entrance.

"I need to be inside of you," he breathed, forehead resting against yours. "You have no idea."

Only you did have an idea, because as he lifted your hips and lined himself up with your entrance, you felt it too, and just as much.

The second you sank down on him, walls stretching but still impossibly tight around his length, he knew he was a goner. A broken sound left his mouth, more a whimper than anything, one that he didn't think himself capable of making.

Not that you were faring any better; once you sank down, taking him to the base, your head fell back and a ragged moan left your lips, already breathless just from the sheer size of him.

Gaining stability, you rested your hands on his muscular chest, feeling his heart thump erratically against your palm. Your hips rolled in small circles, riding him at a teasingly slow pace and Choso whined in response to your cadence, so desperate for more friction that his hips began to piston in and out of your wet cunt.

The new, unexpectedly dominate stimulation had you grinding on him harder and faster, hips circling and rocking back and forth while your nails pressed red marks into the pale skin of his chest and abs.

"Choso mmm-fuck!" You mewled, head falling back and losing all control as the pleasure took over. You thought it couldn't get better; the angle, the intense stretch of his huge cock filling you up.

Until Choso sat up and pushed your back flush against the mattress, lifting you by the hips to drive each stroke impossibly deeper until his bulging tip was visible in your stomach with each thrust.

Something about the sight of you, lips caught between your teeth as you bit down hard, eyes crossing and rolling, made him snap; his fingers began to indent the soft flesh of your ass and your thighs hard enough to bruise, while he fucked you with more fervor, whispering profanities and praises all the while.

"You—fuck have no idea," he started through gritted teeth. "How long I've wanted to fuck you like this."

His voice came out strained, as if the action of forming words was almost too much when paired with the mind blowing pleasure of fucking you.

His words sent a fresh pulse of arousal coursing through you, and your walls clenched around him in time for a line of saliva to roll off of his pierced tongue and onto your clit.

Choso wasted no time before his thumb was circling, spreading a mixture of slick and saliva around your sensitive spot and making you see stars.

"Mm-gonna cum Cho I'm so close," you whined, voice shaky.

"Yeah, yeah m-me too baby." Choso's hands tightened on your legs, and the contrast between the pain of his grip and the sweet praises spilling from his lips was ultimately your undoing. His name left your lips while you came around his cock, feeling him twitch inside of you not long after as his orgasm followed suit.

Both your eyes and his fixated on the spot where his length disappeared inside of you, at the white sticky seed dripping out onto the bed below you.

"I'm on the pill," you said without thinking, noticing where his eyes had landed.

"I know," he answered casually, and you wondered what else he paid attention to that you never considered before.

"If I'm honest," he began after a stretch of silence, eyes finding yours shyly. "I don't really think I actually recorded any of that."

You giggled, remembering the phone and the recording and the reason you were in this position with your best friend in the first place.

"That's okay, I guess we'll just have to do it again."

.ೃ࿔*:･

a/n: idk why this took me so long but here's pt 2 angels hope you love

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