⋆˚꩜｡CW• 18+. Mdni. Smut barely any plot i fear. Facefucking, biting, sub!choso, dom!female reader, teasing.
lowkey inspired by this fanart
You’re at your vanity, sat in Choso’s lap applying your new lipstick.
Who cares if it’s ten o’clock at night and you have nowhere to be. You’d been waiting all day for your overly priced item to arrive.
“Transfer-proof” you read on the label of the tube before peeling it off and flicking it away. Choso hums, watching you apply it through the mirror with awe.
Without warning, you turn and press your lips to his, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He opens it immediately, allowing you take control of the kiss as you subconsciously grind down on him.
You pull away just as abruptly, dragging a whine from him in the process, and press a few pecks around his face before turning back to the mirror.
A frown forms on your face as you see your pigmented prints all over your boyfriend’s face.
“Those fucking liars.” you grumble as you stare at your dazed boyfriend through the reflective surface.
“Sorry baby.” you sigh disappointedly as you grab a makeup wipe before turning back to your boyfriend, ready to wipe away the stain.
He halts your hands halfway to face, saying quickly “I like them.”
You raise your eyebrow at that. Of course he fucking does. Choso is a sucker for letting you cover him in marks, it’s like a not-so-subtle reminder to the world, and him, that he belongs to you.
“Oh really?” You quip, clearly amused by your boyfriend’s insistence on keeping the stains on his face.
“Yes… give me more… please.” he pouts. You can already feel him hardening beneath you. Ugh, this freak.
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
You reapply before bringing your face to his neck, sucking slowly all over before pressing prints onto the reddening skin. Choso whimpers beneath you as you pull his hoodie off to reveal his chest.
You immediately pepper kisses all over his collarbone, progressively getting lower and lower. Reaching his nipples, you flick your tongue over one of the buds, while rolling the other one between your thumb and index, causing him to buck his hips up slightly.
Moans reach your ears as you wrap your lips around the bud. You bite lightly and pull as Choso cries out, “Mhm, f-feels s-so good my love.” You smile at the approval, clamping down a little harder, just to hear him whine louder.
You finally pull away, flicking the now hard buds simultaneously before pressing a kiss over each one, causing his eyes to roll back.
To get comfortable as you get lower, you move from his lap and kneel before him as you press a kiss to each ab. Your tongue flicks out, as you trace the lines between each ab causing him to tense involuntarily. “P-please don’t t-tease, I-I can’t take it.” Choso grunts from above, trying, and failing, to even out his voice.
Humming in obedience, you move on from that area of your canvas and move towards his v-line. You pull his already low sweatpants lower, not enough to free his suffering dick, but just enough to see to the full v shape.
You take your sweet time, deciding to leave lip prints in the shape of arrows along the skin, every press making your whimpering boyfriend more desperate.
He’s so out of it, and you haven’t even reached his dick yet. Pathetic. But pathetic for you and only you.
He opens his eyes as he feels you pull away from where he needs you most, rising to full height. He’s watching as you reach for the tube again. You rest your elbows on the desk in front of you as you reapply, ass hovering right over the tent in his pants and it takes everything in him to not pull you down and hump you until you were both messes.
Choso whimpers for the nth time as he waits as patiently as he can given the situation. You finally turn back around, smiling wickedly as you say “Right, where was I?”
“P-ple-” he cuts himself off with a groan as you finally free his twitching dick, the cold air almost enough to make him cum, but he holds out.
You drop to your knees, pressing kisses around the base and all over his balls. Choso’s hands fall to your head, gripping tightly but not moving you.
“Cho, do you want me to make your dick pretty?”
He groans, nodding frantically, not trusting himself to open his mouth without whining any louder than he already has.
“Words.” you say, smacking the weeping tip against your lips.
“Yesyesyesybabyp-please.” he whines, working overtime to hold onto the slivers of dignity he has left.
“Do you want to come fir-”
You’re cut off by Choso’s hips snapping up, dick finally enveloped in the warmth of your mouth as groans,“S-sorry baby, n-need this.”
He’s relentless as he thrusts uncontrollably, and you allow him, humming every time he tightens his grip on your head. Choso’s head falls back and begins to babble at some point, saying everything and nothing at the same time.
You can tell by the sloppy thrusts that he’s close, so you relax your throat and press yourself all the way down, until your nose meets his pelvis. Your tongue is drawing pattern across his underside vein as he finally cums, letting out his highest whine of the night.
It takes a second for his hips to stop thrusting, but they do eventually and you pull off, smiling up at your cutie boyfriend.
“Are you ready for me to make your dick pretty now?” you ask innocently even though you are far from it.
Choso meets your eyes as you press kisses all over his still twitching dick. Fuck, it’s a sight.
He doesn’t even realise that he’s started rocking into your hand until you press a kiss to his tip, right over his slit and he’s cumming again.
You stand and look at your shaking masterpiece.
“Fuck Cho, you’re beautiful.” you mutter.
“N-not as beautiful as you my love.” he whispers before passing out on your vanity chair.
a/n: I feel like a fruit fly rubbing my hands as i reread this. I’m lowkey proud hehehe. I PINKY PROMISE THAT IM WORKING ON FRATJO HEADCANNONS PT2. Ik it doesn’t seem like it but writing is so hard when i have so many other ideas for everything but that one project. ANYWAYS. Tips are always appreciated bc I write for you guys and want you guys to enjoy my media.
