#mmmfgghhh

-> in which choso can't help but spoil you on your birthday! contains: afab/fem!reader, petnames (good girl/slut, etc), cunnilingus, praise, switch undertones, oral sex (giving + receiving), body worship, multiple orgasms, unprotected, needy choso, sex!!!!!!

“Get your pretty ass inside, birthday girl,” CHOSO chuckled as he opened the door for you, his arms heavy with several shopping bags; the gold glint of GUCCI peeking out, pretty packagings of jewelry brands that were too complicated to pronounce, and several other gifts. Sure, his credit card hurt a lil, but it was worth every damn penny when he got your pretty smile. 

He followed after you as you entered, eyes momentarily glancing down at your figure before looking away, closing the door of their home. 

Before he could comprehend what was happening, your arms were wrapped around his abdomen, engulfing him in a tight hug, eyes flickering down in surprise.

“Thank you for today, you spoiled me too much,” you said, looking up at him as you thanked him. 

He was caught off guard by your sudden show of appreciation before a smile bloomed on his lips, eyes flickering down to your glossy lips before switching back to your eyes. Leaning down, he pecked your cheek, fingers gently tucking away a loose lock of hair.  

“Anything for my princess. Besides, it’s your day,” he murmured as he leaned away from your embrace, placing the shopping bags on the side. “Now let’s get you up, don’t want your feet to hurt from walking anymore.” In one swift movement, his arms swept under your legs, a yelp leaving your lips from the sudden movement. 

He grinned as he carried you to your bedroom, biceps subtly flexing under his noir suit, which your eyes observed subtly. As he entered the room he tossed you on the bed, earning a burst of laughter from you. Moving towards you, he knelt at the end of the bed, gesturing for you to come closer.

“C’mere, let me help you.” His hands gently brushed over your legs before slipping the heels off your feet, keeping them aside. A sigh of relief left your lips, feeling the immediate comfort from the little freedom. 

“Y’know, brands should really aim to make comfortable heels,” Choso hummed as his fingers traced the soles of your feet, lips pursing as a frown came over his face, eyes scanning the blooms of red hue. “Why didn’t you tell me your feet hurt?” He asked, eyes momentarily flickering up to meet yours in genuine question.

Without waiting for your answer, which he assumed would be something along the lines of ‘not bothering him’, his fingers slowly pressed into your soles, ever-so-softly massaging them. Your shoulders slumped as a happy sigh left your lips, instant relief flooding your system. Forgotten was the pain and discomfort, replaced by his miraculous touch. 

His eyes keenly observed your reactions to adjust his movements, breath suddenly disappearing as he dug into a certain spot that caused a moan to escape your alluring lips. He paused momentarily, mouth suddenly growing dry as he looked at your blissful expression from his kneeled angle. Memories flashed behind his eyes, caught up in a hazy mix of deja-vu and sinful dreams; with your legs parted and your face flushed red, wanton noises slipping from your lips like a prayer, and the taste of your dripping wet-

“Choso? Why’d you stop?” 

Your voice snapped him out of his trance, a small blush dusting his cheeks as he cough awkwardly. He smiled up at you, shaking his head dismissively.

“It’s nothing, just thinking about how lucky I am to have you, that’s all.” It wasn’t a lie, necessarily, but he wasn’t about to tell you that he was fantasising about spoiling you with his tongue.

Spoiling you.

It struck him; today was all about spoiling you, of making it memorable and a reminder of how much you meant to him. Even though he took you out all day, tomorrow hadn’t come yet. It was the perfect excuse to spoil you a little more. 

His tongue brushed over his lower lip before tucking it between his teeth, continuing to massage your feet before his hands started to wander. They trailed from the heels of your feet the sides of your ankles, continuing their with a slow, calculating pace. 

Something stirred inside your mind, feeling your heart beats slowly start to escalate. Eyes fluttered open, meeting half-lidded ones laced with undeniable desire, mind becoming painfully blank. 

His eyes never left yours as his hands caressed the outline of your calves, leaving goosebumps in their wake, continuing their ascent till his deliberate touch brushed over the beginning of your thighs. His intentions were crystal clear.

“Babe… I’m- I’m tired,” you managed to choke out, feeling your face start to heat up. 

Choso didn’t reply immediately. His fingers paused, as if considering your words. The silence was heavy, filled with tangible tension that was thick enough to cut with a butter knife. 

It was snapped like a string as his hands abruptly pushed your knees apart, catching you off-guard. “Wait— what are you-“

“Shhh. I want to spoil you today, and your body is no exception. So, please, let me take care of you,” he pleaded with his sweet words, fingers teasing the hem of your dress that covered what he desperately wanted. “Please, baby?” He added with a sly smirk curling on his lips, knowing he had you right where he wanted, because obviously, it was enough to break you. 

At this point you were sure you were completely red, or at least, to some measure, tinted with the frustratingly telling colour. With an audible gulp you nodded, giving him your consent.

His eyes flared as he leaned forward, fingers reaching to trace the outline of your lips. “I need you to speak for me, princess. I wanna hear your voice asking for me,” he requested, feeling the strain of holding himself back from completely ravaging you till a single thought wasn’t left in that head of yours. 

Wetting your lips, you answered: “Go on and spoil me, then,” your voice echoed through the room, accented with a whisper of confidence and undeniable need. 

His next movements were a rushed blur; one second you were sitting with your knees parted, the next his hand was pushing your chest down, guiding your back to rest comfortably on the bed, your eyes blinking up at the ceiling. 

“Just close your eyes and enjoy it.” His warm breath fanned the inside of your thighs, fingers slowly pushing your dress up, revealing even more of your bare skin to his hungry gaze. He was so greedy and needy for all of you. 

The sensation of his tongue dragging on the inside of your thigh caused a breathy exhale to part from your mouth, feeling the hot and wet feeling going up and up and up unti- 

He stopped suddenly, a huff of annoyance met with his sudden action. Instead of continuing his path, his fingers started to knead your skin in slow, tantalising movements, skirting around where you wanted him most. All the while, his lips traced kisses everywhere: leaving marks that satisfied a desire within him. 

“Stop teasing me,” you spoke up, feeling the growing lust for pleasure spark frustration. And he was more than happy to comply. 

His fingers played with the edge of your pretty panties, before hooking it with two fingers and pulling it down in one quick motion. A groan left his lips as his eyes locked onto the sight of your sinfully wet pussy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already,” he swore, fingers instinctively dragging up from between your folds to your clit, causing your body to jolt from the pleasure. Another curse slipped from him as he brought his fingers to his lips, sucking off the wetness dry. “You taste so good,” he groaned around his fingers, ignoring a painful strain in his pants. 

Surprise flashed across his face as he felt your fingers thread through his hair and pull his face right into your pussy. 

“I said stop teasing me,” your voice came out breathy yet unwavering, followed by a sharp moan as his tongue dragged through your wetness, lapping it up like a man dying of thirst. Oh, how much he loved being controlled by you. 

His hands clasped the skin of your hips as he held you in place, sucking on your clit before his tongue teased your hole; fingers digging into his scalp and unbridled moans of pleasure flowing from your mouth and feeding his lewd actions. 

His right hand left your hip, deciding to intensify your pleasure and feed his greed a little further. With his mouth occupied with showering your bundle of nerves with unrelenting delicious sensations, his fingers gathered your slick, wetting it thoroughly before slowly dipping inside your hole. 

“Shit, you’re squeezing my finger so much-“ he groaned against your pussy, letting you adjust to the feeling of his finger inside you. Then a moment later he retracted it before pushing it inside deeper and inserting another finger. A strangle of pleasured noises were the only indication that your mind was empty save for the intense feelings that coursed through your body, legs twitching and fingers entangled in his hair. 

He didn’t stop, scissoring you till you were squirming and panting unabashedly, curling his fingers in that one spot that made you see stars. His eyes noticed that he had found that one spot and started his onslaught of attacks, repeatedly hitting that exact spot that caused your thighs to automatically squeeze his head and back to arch. 

“You think you can take more?” He asked, voice as rough as sandpaper, biting the inside of his cheek. He didn’t await your answer, slowly sliding a third finger, then a fourth; it was all too much. 

“W-wait, I’m so- fuck-  so close-!” You managed to say between helpless whimpers, eyes squeezing shut as your high approached, crawling through your mind and body. 

A long, stretched out moan tore out of you, your orgasm raking through your body, tremors trailing down. Choso paused his ministration, letting you ride out your orgasm with his fingers buried deep inside of you, his soft pants barely heard. 

You lay upon the bedsheets, catching your breath as you recovered from the intense orgasm, dress wrinkled and jewelry about to unhook from their places. Your fingers had loosened their grip on Choso’s hair, legs slack around his head, allowing him to easily remove himself from beneath you, standing up. He looked down upon your recovering form, tongue cleaning up your sweetness from his lips and fingers. 

As your mind cleared from the lust-induced haze, your eyes met his then trailed down his body, taking note of the pronounced bulge in his pants. He noticed his gaze before shaking his head, fingers reaching up and untying his messed-up twin buns. 

“No, today we’re focusing on you, not me,” he responded to your unasked question. A disappointed feeling washed over your heart before you slowly sat up. 

“Since it’s my birthday, you’ll do anything for me, right?” A smile stretched across your lips, his eyes narrowing as he saw what you were trying to insinuate. As he opened his mouth to retort, you leaned forward on the edge of the bed and grabbed his collar, pulling him down till his face was level with yours and closing the distance; smashing your lips against his, catching him pleasantly off guard.

Instantaneously his lips responded to yours, hand sliding to the back of your neck while the other slithered around your hip, pulling you closer, encasing you deeper into the kiss. It was slow and sweet, a tender definition of the love that you both held for each other. 

Then it transformed into a heated, passionate tangle of emotions that took over and controlled your actions like a puppeteer. It became a clash of lips, tongue and teeth; biting and sucking and tasting. As his hands held you like you were his lifeline, your own trailed down his button up, playing with the buttons carelessly. He was too distracted with your lips to notice when or how your hand had reached the beginning of his pants. 

A soft moan left his lips, dissolved into the kiss, as he felt your hand palming his aching bulge through his pants. The pleasure was like a relief, but it didn’t last long as he felt your hand pull away, a disappointed whimper leaving him. You pulled away from the kiss, a sinful strand of saliva connecting bruised lips.

“I wanna taste you,” you uttered softly as your hands slowly played with the hem of his pants, a flushed look instantly engulfing his features (as if he didn’t ravage you with his mouth and fingers a moment ago). His hands reached down to intertwine with yours, stopping your careless teasing, bringing your fingers to his lips as he gently kissed them. 

“You can do anything to me. I would let you ruin me and use me however you’d like. It’s the least my girl deserves,” he murmured after a pause, half lidded gaze locking on to yours, a small smile creeping up on his lips as he observed the reaction his words had on you. 

Your eyes held his as your hands travelled down to his pants again, slowly undoing the belt, the button, then the fly. By the time you were done his ears were tinged with a red hue. And God, when he felt your hands tug off his pants, and slip inside of his boxers. He literally trembled underneath your touch, a hoarse groan leaving his mouth.

But you wouldn’t let him catch a break as you leaned down, tugging off his boxers until they pooled at his ankles, his pretty, throbbing cock all leaky for you. You couldn’t help the thrill that ran through you, your eyes flickering up to meet his half-lidded ones that were watching your every movement.

“I didn’t know eating me out turned you on so much.”

Before he could even retort, your glossy lips parted, swallowing his tip in one smooth movement, hands wrapping around the base. 

A choked groan left his lips as his eyes fluttered shut in pleasure for a beat, adam’s apple bobbing slowly. His thighs visibly strained. It sent a rush of satisfaction, fuelling your movements as you swallowed him deeper.

“You look so pretty taking me in like that. My pretty little- fuck…- cock slut,” his voice choked out breathlessly, deliciously dazed gaze fixating upon your eyes; greedily drinking the sight of you and ingraining the image in his mind. 

You looked up at him through your lashes as your head bobbed up and down on his cock, hands moving in slow strokes the base, observing each minuscule reaction that streaked across his flushed features. 

Your hand reached up to take his wrist, guiding his hand to the back of your head. His eyes widened slightly, hesitating for a second before he gave in to his aching desires. Threading his fingers through your hair and gripping it gently, he moved your head back and forth, a low groan reverberating from his throat. 

A small, surprised cry escaped your lips as he roughly pushed your head forward, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. Tears sprung into your eyes, hands gripping his thighs for some sort of purchase. 

“That’s it, taking it all in like such a good girl,” he moaned out, his hips raising up as he thrusted into your mouth with reckless abandon, loosing himself in the feeling of you around him, his other hand to cup the back of your head while the other guided your movements. “This is what you wanted, right? A taste? Mmm, just a little more…”

Choked whimpers slipped past his parted lips as he sloppily thrusted into your mouth, saliva leaking from the corners of your lips, tears streaking down red-dusted cheeks. 

Air left your lungs, the need to breathe making your lusty thoughts a frazzled mess. Hands tapped against his thighs as your eyes shot up to his, trying to push your head back. After a beat his hands left the back of your head, allowing you to withdraw and gasp out for air. A string of saliva from your lips connected to his throbbing tip, precum dribbling down the ridges of his cock. 

He panted heavily as he looked down at your beautifully ruined face, thumb stroking away your tears with a feather-light touch. 

His other hand took his cock in his hand, stroking it as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, suppressing a hiss of pleasure. His strokes slowly got faster, eyes darting down to yours in silent command. 

Without another word you parted your lips one more, sticking out your tongue in anticipation. He edged forward till his tip rested atop your tongue, continuing with his strokes. 

“Sh-shit… g’na cum… fuck-!” A shudder raked down his spine, a breathy moan leaving his lips. Hot, white spurts of cum streaked your tongue as he came, leaking out from his pink tip. 

Leaning forward, your lips wrapped around his shaft, swallowing every last drop, causing another groan to leave him from the lick of overstimulation.

After a final taste of him, your lips left his cock with a pop, tongue licking your lips as you collected any remaining residue. His breath hitched imperceptibly as he gazed down at you, eyes swimming with lingering want. 

He wasted no time sweeping down and taking your mouth with his, his hand slipping under your jaw. It was rushed and messy, as if he was trying to drink your essence. As his tongue slipped into your mouth, he slowly pushed you down on the bed till your back hit the silk sheets.

"So beautiful," he murmured against your lips as he broke away, leaning forward to rest his forehead on yours, eyes flickering over your flushed features.

"My beautiful slut," he whispered, reverent tone filling with amusement as his lips curled into a satisfied smirk. His warm hands travelled up your from your neck to your dress, slowly lifting your back to undo the zip, eagerly slipping it off your body.

He couldn't help but tuck his lip under his teeth as he leaned back on his haunches, eyes hungrily raking over your bare body, flushed and warm and waiting. Wordlessly he leaned forward, hands settling on your hips, lips tracing across sweat-slicked skin. His eyes held yours as he traced his mouth from your collarbone, descending down to the valley of your breasts, then slowly down your abdomen; littering pretty marks over your skin.

"Choso, please," your voice whispered out, shaky with the need that he built.

"Please what?" His lips murmured against your hip, gaze locked with yours, a whisper of a smirk curving his lips.

You resisted the urge to groan out in frustration, knowing damn well he knew what you were asking for. "Please, fuck me."

The words were barely out of your mouth before Choso's hands slid under your thighs, spreading your legs wide. Want burned in his eyes as he discarded his shirt and kicked off his boxers and jeans, muscles flexing from the movement. You couldn't help but admire the view, eyes flickering over from his biceps to the juncture of his thighs.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to fuck your pretty pussy today," he murmured as he leaned over, his cock nudging your entrance teasingly. A shuddering exhale left his lips as he slid his cock through your dripping folds before slowly sinking into your warmth inch by inch.

"Fuck," you groaned out as he filled you up so deliciously, feeling the stretch as he eventually bottomed out. Before you could savour the sensation, he slowly pulled back, his tip peeking out from your folds. Then without preamble, he started thrusting lesiurely, hips rolling forward, wet sinful squelches accompanying his breathy moans.

"Feels s'good baby," he whispered leaning forward, brows furrowing in pleasure as he sped up slightly. His eyes held yours, drinking in your expression with each thrust, loving the way your lips parted to whimper and eyes glaze over in bliss.

"Faster," you breathed out, fingers curling around his bare shoulders, hips thrusting against his to urge him to go faster. He paused, his thumb slowly brushing across your lower lips before murmuring in reply.

"Beg for it."

Your eyes widened in surprise at his words, his body still, awaiting for the pretty pleas to drip from your lips. A beat of silence passed and you debated whether you should be a brat and refuse, but fuck, you already missed the feeling of his thrusts.

"Please," you replied softly, lashes fluttering as you pleaded with your eyes. Just to tease him, you rolled your hips against his, moaning as you slowly fucked yourself on him. He watched you beneath him, a low chuckle leaving his lips. You looked so pretty and needy for him, how could he refuse?

His hands slid under your hips, lifting you up and flipping you over easily. He sucked in a breath, hands circling your ass before sliding up your back, admiring you.

"Such a good girl for me," he praised, and without depraving you another second, he snapped his hips against yours.

The bed creaked with each wet slap, your moans muffled by the cushions, hands fisting the sheets. Choso didn't hold back, dragging his cock through your tightening gummy walls without reserve, swearing loudly as pleasure sparked through his body.

A breathy moan spilled from your puffy lips as you felt his tongue lick up from the base of your spine, travelling up your back to your shoulder. He bit into the crook of your neck lightly, soothing the sting with his tongue.

"You're taking me so fucking well. Are you close, baby?" His warm breath ghosted the shell of your ear, low and husky and breathless.

You nodded your head in reply, your mind too far gone to properly reply. Yet, he wasn't taking that as an answer. His fingers tangled in your hair and tugged your head back, admiring your fucked-out expression.

"I didn't hear you, princess. I wanna hear you say how good I fuck you."

The words were so filthy and wonton, but it seemed so sweet coming from his lips.

"So so good, feel so good," you managed to choke out, an approving hum reverberating from Choso in reply.

Letting go of your hair, his hands slid back to your hips, gripping them before increasing his thrusts, his tip kissing your sweet g-spot each time. Whimpers and moans echoed as he felt his climax building up, thrusts becoming more sloppy and fast.

"Gonna make you feel so good," he murmured out, watching as your ass slapped against his hips, groaning in pleasure.

Your fingers reached back, tapping Choso's thigh to signal you're impending release. He didn't hold back, fucking your sweet cunt till it was sobbing around his dick.

Your orgasm came first, crashing into your body, muddling your mind as your entire body shuddered, a choked sob leaving your lips. Your fingers dug into the sheets, walls tightening around him, unravelling beneath him completely.

With the sight of you coming so beautifully, he didn't last much longer. He pulled out swiftly, his cum painting your ass and back as he stroked himself.

"Shit..." He breathed out, watching you catch your breath for a few seconds before leaning forward, pressing a soft kiss to your shoulder blade.

"I love you," he murmured against your skin. He gently gathering your hair to the side to give himself more access to your nape, littering kisses all over your skin.

A laugh left your lips at the ticklish feeling, looking over your shoulder to meet his smiling eyes.

"Love you too," you replied with a wide smile. He pressed a quick kiss to your lips before shuffling back, slowly climbing off the bed to get some tissues to clean you up.

"Rest for a little, because i'm not done spoiling you yet."

can u guys tell idk how to write an ending, or write anything, for that matter

anyways i hope you all thoroughly enjoyed this very self indulgent smutfic with our fav choso (i love him so much grrrr).