words will never hurt me!
(„• ֊ •„) 𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝚎𝚖𝚘!𝚜𝚞𝚋!𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚘 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖!𝚍𝚘𝚖!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 („• ֊ •„)
2k words.
warnings: smut, pegging, riding him, handjob, choso crying, little mommy kink, little overstimulation, little spanks.
⁺‧₊˚ ཐི⋆♱⋆ཋྀ ˚₊‧⁺
“i’m sorry! ‘m sorry!” tears flow down his face as he tries to ride you. “i was being a bad boy, i was out of line, i won’t do it ag- ah!♡” you caress his face and wipe his sweet tears off his face, his eyeliner smudging all over his cheeks.
choso was on his zeroth orgasm waiting for your permission to release. he was sitting down on top of you begging for you to be more kind to him. even though he didn’t deserve it.
now why didn't he deserve it? that was easy!
the two of you were at the mall, wanting your own day out together and choso wanted to buy new studs to put onto his belt and you wanted to look at new stores that opened up. you both love seeing each other happy so there was no harm in going out together.
you were both inside of a hot topic, choso looking at the sales they had and groaning each time he saw a hideous shirt.
“hot topic is so shit these days, prices are insane, the jewelry breaks easily, and no one here even looks like they love their job.” choso rolls his eyes at the sight of another ridiculous price. “this shits all mainstream fast fashion anyways.”
he turns to face you but realizes you're not there. he knows you were probably distracted with something that caught your eye. with that he starts looking around for you but the store is so big for a store like hot topic.
he calls out your name, hears a response from you near the front of the store, and makes his way towards you.
but you’re not alone. you were with a group of his friends.
“choso!” you smile at him. “i saw some of your friends while looking around.” you knew them based on photos choso would show you from time to time. you eventually met them in person at a get together choso was dragged to and wanted you to come along.
“choso, my man!” the white haired one says and grabs him for a big hug. choso tries to avoid it but doesn’t dodge it in time. “you barely talk in the group chat.”
“leave him, satoru. he just spectates and reads the messages.” a guy with long black hair joins in. a guy with pinkish hair and tattoos just rolls his eyes at the hug in front of him.
“who gives a shit? maybe he has someone more important to talk to than you guys.” all three guys let out a laugh. they’re so full of themselves but these are the people choso hangs out with and you don’t want to say anything mean.
“you cheatin’ on us, cho?” satoru gives him hard pats on his shoulder. “got a girl you ain’t told us about?” he cackles loudly, attracting the attention of the people in the store.
he glances at you quickly but returns his attention back towards satoru. “maybe.”
the cackling stops and all three friends stare at him as if he said something out of pocket.
“no fucking way…” the pink haired guy had his mouth slightly gaped open. he looked stupid, you thought.
“suguru.. sukuna… did he-”
choso rolled his eyes. “you are all idiots, why are you acting like this? it can’t be that shocking that i get play too.”
the three guys basically pushed choso outside of the store with you walking behind them. what’s the big fuss about anyways? choso was handsome and brave enough to ask you out. it’s not like he’s some anti-social freak who doesn’t know how to talk to women.
after exiting the store, the three began bombarding choso with questions.
“since when?”
“where did you meet?”
"i hope this isn’t some random girl on my space like last time.”
“do you have any pics of her?”
“how did it feel to finally be a man in bed?”
“how did you meet?”
huh?
choso glares at sukuna. “don’t ask about my status in bed, asshole.” now it’s sukuna’s turn to laugh.
“must’ve been finally good to finally get your dick wet, huh?!” he’s cracking up on the floor. “can’t see you being very active though.”
choso glares even harder at sukuna. “i’m very good in bed actually, weirdo.” sukuna doesn’t believe it for a second.
even though choso did have some form of muscle on him, he doesn’t give off any form of assertiveness. most people found him weird because of his resting face and his styling of clothes. choso doesn’t go out there asserting himself and trying to act tough like his friends. to you he’s cute just how he is now.
“oh yea? what do you even do, huh?” satoru interjects. “sit there lazily having her do everything? that poor woman has to basically workout if she wants to feel good.”
choso knows satoru is trying to get under his skin but he falls for it every time. “i actually own the bedroom. she has to follow my rules. who do you think i am? i get my dick-”
“hello? are you weirdos done talking?” you interject, you’d be damned if they were gonna sit here and talk as if you weren’t there. they were too into their idiotic conversation to even realize they were having this kind of talk outside gathering some attention from passerbys.
they all hop off of choso’s case and calm down from their back and forth.
“yea guys, there’s a girl around. you can’t be speaking like that. how would your girlfriend react, cho-bear?” satoru giggles weirdly then gives choso one last pat on the back. the group of friends tell you both that they have other plans to get to. everyone says their goodbyes to each other and begin heading their separate ways.
you still want to do shopping, you weren’t going to let that little moment side track you so you head into another store with your boyfriend following behind you.
although the conversation was really fucking weird, it was intriguing to say the least. even though choso’s friends were weird, they seem to have brought out a fascinating side of choso that you rarely saw. he was so confident in something he was not and it was really cute.
but he was out of line. if he so confidently spoke like this in front of you, imagine all the other stuff that was probably said when you weren’t there.
you pick up two shirts debating on which one you should get and settle on the cheaper one. the other shirt reminds you of something choso would wear so you turn back to face him and see him with his head facing down like a dog who's done something bad.
you continue staring at him for a while until he finally senses your silence, picks his head up, and speaks but it comes out in a soft voice.
“a-are you upset?” he looks everywhere but at your face.
“i’m not upset.” you put down the shirts to grab choso face so that he looks right at you. “if anything… i’m ecstatic.” choso’s face lights up because you're not mad at him. your opinion of him matters to him as much as his own life does. he wouldn’t want to make you unhappy or have your opinion of him soured at any given point.
“why? did i do something good?” you mentally laugh at him. he can be so clueless sometimes. he had no idea what you had planned for him when you got home.
“something like that… now c’mon, let’s finish up here. i saw this really nice shirt that would look handsome on you.”
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when you were both home you tried setting the mood to get choso horny which was really too easy. the poor guy gets hard from your kisses sometimes so there wasn’t any trouble getting him ready for you.
which leads you back to your current situation.
“y-you said you weren’t upset! y-you’re so mean! ah!♡”
“i lied just like you did with your friends. remember what you said, pretty? i had to follow your rules.” you grab his hips so that he stops moving on your cock which inevitability causes him to whine out. “so what rules do you have for me?”
choso doesn’t say anything, he instead grinds down on the strap-on, ignoring you completely. you’d let him have his fun if you both were going for more vanilla sex but it’s clearly different right now. you slap his thigh watching it turn red from the impact. he lets out a cry but you ignore it because he stops anyway.
“answer me. you want to be a good boy for me right?” he nods frantically as expected. “so tell me what the hell you mean by rules for me.”
“i didn’t mean it, mommy! i swear! i-i don’t know why i said that. i was being dumb.”
“you were so confident speaking like that. do you tell your friends that you fuck your girlfriend dumb like i’m doing to you right now?” he hesitantly shakes his head no. you know he’s lying but you’ll indulge him. he’s already on the verge of tears from continuously being edged.
“p-please, i need you. i wanna feel you here.” he placed your hand on top of his tummy and looks at you with his best pleading face knowing its effect on you.
whatever. you’re going to make him regret it anyways.
“go ahead. it’s all yours, pretty boy.” tears fall down his face, whether it’s tears of joy or stimulation it doesn’t matter because choso starts riding you like he won’t get another chance to.
“ah-♡ ah-♡ it feels so- big! i feel it in my stomach!” he pushes you down so that you’re laying onto the bed then fucks himself stupid on top of you. your hand grips his thighs so hard that your prints are bound to lay itself on his skin.
the sting of your hands cause a heavier moan from choso. who knew he was some sort of masochist. you give him a slap on his hip this time and it sends him over the edge.
“it’s so good! i think i’m gonna-”
“come then.” you grab onto his hips and slam him down onto you. leading to strings of come falling onto his sensitive cock and some landing onto your own tummy.
after some time he flops onto bed, his breathing evening out. you take your strap-on off and throw it somewhere on the floor. choso seemed content. but unfortunately...
“i didn’t get to come.” you said, filling in the silence.
choso quickly gets up in response. “d-do you want me to use my mouth on you?” you just stare at him and give him a blank expression. he knows exactly what you want seeing as he got up so quickly. “b-but i’m not hard anymore.. you have to help me.”
you let out a small laugh. “your friend was right, i have to do everything.”
“p-please don’t talk about that asshole right now-” your hand wraps around his sensitive cock which causes a little hiss out of him. you pepper a few kisses onto his face to speed up the process. and it helps out a lot since his cock begins getting harder already. you let go and let him prepare himself for what’s about to come. you.
you sink right on to his cock causing a teary cry out from him. “y-you’re still being punished-” once you’re fully on him you give him a moment to get used to your heat. “now c’mon. show me those rules you had for me.”
“i-i told you i didn’t mean- ah fuck!♡” you speed up not leaving him a moment to at least catch up to you. he feels so good inside of you. you would’ve let him eat you out but you wanted to stimulate him some more. call it him asking you for forgiveness.
you continue to ride him just as hard as he was riding you.
“y-you look so pretty like this, mommy..”
you let out a breathy laugh. “you trynna b-butter me up? ah-♡” you bounce on him a few more times before finally coming on him. you remove yourself from him and flop onto the bed the same way he did.
you take deep breaths and wipe your forehead from how worked out you feel. what a day. everything felt so amazing you could just cry from happiness. the words that unfolded today didn’t even phase you that much. you know choso blurted everything out because he didn’t want to seem weak to his friends. it’s not like he said anything hurtful. plus it was too good to pass up the chance to initiate sex with it.
you get pulled out of your thoughts from choso tapping your shoulder. he points to his dick trying to tell you he was stick hard.
“help- i can’t come without you.” you roll your eyes which choso whines at you. you extend your hand out and he happily takes it then wraps it around his cock.
he lets out little cute whimpers as he fucks into your fist. breathy moans fall out of his mouth with a bit of drool which you thought was cute. he’s so fucked out of his mind from something so simple. it doesn’t take long until he comes into your fist.
you both feel satisfied with everything that unfolded today.
choso rolls over to his side to face you. “am i forgiven?”
“i wasn’t even mad at you.” you turn to also face him. “that doesn’t mean you can continue saying stuff like that though.” you reprimand him and he faces away from you but he agrees nonetheless.
“my make up is ruined… i worked so hard on it.” he pouts touching his now smudged up eyeliner. is that really what he’s worried about? both of you can barely walk right now.
“i can always help you fix it up if you’re going somewhere later. we have to shower and change the sheets.” he groans but tries his best to help you clean up.
later in the day, choso told his friends about the both of you. which leads to them apologizing to you for how they were talking the next time they see him you.
a/n: hello everyone! it’s been a while.. i’ve been trying to think of things to write and i remember some of you asked for a pegging fic so here it is! i’ve been a little nervous to post this since i’ve never wrote a pegging fic before, but thank you for the support! i do read comments and inboxes! i also do take suggestions for more fic ideas! lmk if i miss any warnings, have a good day! ( ˶˘ ³˘)
