tying up choso in bed (spoiler alert: he likes it!)
"p-please touch me b-baby." choso's voice cracks, a pathetic whimper escaping his mouth, struggling to free himself from the silk restraints you put around his wrists.
it has barely been five minutes and he's already begging, eyes almost tearing up, like he's been edged for a decade. well not yet — but you were getting there.
you were mad — not really with choso, more with the girl who flirted with him while you were right next to him, hands linked together. she didn't seem to mind, shooting her shot right there. of course, choso shut her down almost instantly, not sounding even a bit sorry, even harsh for a usally soft spoken person.
and that would've been the end of it, if she didn't sneak her number on paper in his pocket, the both of you not noticing until you arrived home. you were doing the laundry when the piece of paper falling out his jeans caught your attention.
the moment you realised what it was, your mind went furious. who does she think that she is, first hitting on a clearly taken man and after getting rejected still pulling this shit?
you weren't really jealous — you know choso would never think about texting that number anyway. but something darker was building up deep inside your chest, something possesive. how dare another girl think she had a chance, with someone that was clearly yours?
poor choso didn't even get to ask you if everything was alright when you were already pushing him into the bed, straddling him. he was confused, his usual sweet girlfriend, manhandling him like she was about to slap him.
that sums about up to your situation now. his cock was painfully hard, throbbing and leaking precum all over himself, his hands tied to the headboard,making him unable to move them. you were between his legs, fingertips barely grazing his shaft, making him flinch against your touch.
"pl-please why aren't you hck touching me?" he sounds hurt, but mostly frustated from the fact he can't put his hands on your body. you tilt your head slightly, looking him in the eyes, not answering.
with just a finger, you drag with a feather light pressure your finger from the underside of his dick up until you graze his tip, making him whine and push up his hips, needing more to statisfy the ache he was feeling.
just as he thought you were finally giving in, you pull away completly, leaving him to hump the air. "i d-don't get it. why aren't you t-touching me?" he sounds absolutely wrecked, the teasing having gone on for over an hour by now, not an ounce of release.
your eyes are sharp when they meet his — he's crying, eyes red and full of exhaustion mixed with frustation of being restrained. you were definetly starting to feel bad for him now. you crawl from your position between his legs up until you were face to face with your boyfriend, caressing his tear stained cheek, wiping away the tears.
" i'm so sorry, my pretty boy. you're doing s'good aren't you?" the praise worsens the ache between his legs, but he nods a sob leaving his mouth.
"you deserve to cum don't you? my good boy." he gasps, a breathy yes please coming out as a whimper. he's pulling the soft silk, wanting nothing more than to touch you anywhere. you snake a hand down his bare chest, stopping right at his happy trail. however, this time you finally give in — not without a bit of teasing.
choso chokes on a surprised half-groan half-gasp, feeling a sharp stinging pain on his sensitive cock. did you just slap his dick? he wasn't to sure if his brain was starting to mess with him, but before he could overthink it he felt it again.
slap! the same sharp pain rushing thorugh his body, making him whimper loudly tugging at the restraints holding him back. he's confused — it hurts, at the same time he bucks his hips up, searching more of the pain, chasing the feeling.
"my poor baby, i'm so sorry does that hurt?" your condenscending tone makes his eyes roll back, his breath catching. "yes-no- p-please don't stop."
you don't — another sharp slap right across his tip this time 3 — this time he moans, more pre cum dripping down his pulsing cock. it hurts so much — but he doesn't tell you to stop, doesn't ask you to slow down or be more gentle.
"look at you, taking it so well. so good for me." you coo, slowly setting fully back in your position between his legs. "mhmm- i- it feels s-so good."
"shh,i know baby, i know." and for the first time that evening your lips connect with his stomach — pressing small wet kisses all the way down to his v-line. he gasps, the sudden contact after so long shooting pleasure right to his dick.
you wrap your hand around his shaft, gently squeezing him — he cries out, head falling back against the soft pillow. "yeah? feels good? look at you, taking it so well." your soft voice makes his cheeks burn up.
"u-untie me please hic b-baby. need to touch you." you shake your head denying his request, but before he could complain any further, you place a soft kiss right on his tip.
"o-oh f-fuck hnngh." another moan, he's so sensitive from your previous teasing that even such a small act has him writhering in pleasure. you continue to leave small kisses all over his cock, until you're back on top of his dick, finally wrapping your lips around his tip and sucking gently.
he let out a broken groan, eyes rolling further back, thighs tensing like he was already close. " i-i'm not gonna ngh l-last if you keep going." his voice is shaky, barely holding on.
you ignore his warning, taking him all the way, your own eyes tearing up from his sheer size, nose touching his pubes. he gasps, fucking his cock deeper into your mouth, making you gag around him. "i-i ishit imcomingfuckkk!"
and suddenly, he lets out a surprised string of whimpers, cock twitching in your wet mouth — and before he knows it, he's releasing his hot cum, spurts coming out in big loads from all the previous edging.
you stay put until he stops cumming, only pulling off when he's panting, legs shaking from the unexpected orgasm. swallowing his cum, a small drop drips down your chin, not long before your taking your finger and swiping the cum on it, making your way back to your boyfriend's face.
taking your clean hand you open his mouth, putting the cum stained finger in to make him suck. he lets out a surprised groan, but he sucks on your digit until it's clean of his cum.
"so obedient. only mine aren't you?" he nods, still dumbfounded from his orgasm, cock still hard, despite leaking cum all over.
"i-im yours. o-only yours." his voice is soft, sincere and out of breath. you hum approvingly caressing his face. "p-please untie me. need to touch y'please." he whispers like he's unsure if you would actually listen.
you do — hands moving to untie the knot. "don't try to take control m'kay?" the moment he feels the silk falling, his arms wrap around your waist almost immediatly, burying his face in your chest.
"choso, i just said don't try anything!" he looks up from your chest, eyes still glossy. "i-i just want a hug, please." you pause at his honest tone, heart warming. you wrap your arms around him, pulling him back in, and he thightens his grip on your waist.
after a moment or two he reluctanly puts some distance between you. "can i kiss you? please?" you just nod, and now his lips are on yours, he's touching you all over, your hands tug at his hair when he bites down on your lips.
"please l-let me taste you, i will be good, please?"
you just nod, the girl long forgotten when he's kissing between your thighs.
