You made the mistake of introducing cock warming to your already clingy boyfriend
Choso x reader; MDNI (18+)
That's what you told yourself every time Choso looked at you with those dark, pleading puppy eyes—the ones that made your stomach flip and your resolve crumble entirely. It was an innocent suggestion at first, something you'd mentioned casually one lazy afternoon when he'd been particularly clingy, his large frame draped over you like a weighted blanket.
"Have you ever heard of cock warming?" you'd asked, fingers threading through his dark hair.
The way his eyes had widened, curious and hungry, should have been your first warning.
Now, three weeks later, you couldn't escape it. Choso had become utterly obsessed.
"Please?" His voice rumbled against your neck as you stood in the kitchen trying to make dinner. His arms wrapped around your waist, and you could feel him already half-hard against your lower back. "Just for a little while?"
"I'll be good," he whined, lips brushing your ear. "I promise, please?.."
That neediness in his voice always got you. The way this powerful man, capable of such devastating strength, reduced himself to begging just to be inside you, to feel your warmth around him. Not fucking, not even really sexual—just close.
You've learned quickly that Choso craved intimacy in ways he didn't quite understand himself. Having been denied human connection for so long, he'd latched onto this particular act more than you thought he would, yearning to feel you wrapped around him, squeezing him.
"After dinner," you promised, and felt him deflate slightly against you, though he didn't move away, only resting his chin against your shoulder in defeat, puffing out his cheeks.
"And I always follow through, no?"
He hummed in, finally releasing you but still staying close, watching you cook with those wide eyes that tracked your every movement. You knew what he was thinking, how soon he could have you? How long were you gonna let him stay inside this time?
Without missing a beat, a few hours after dinner, Choso emerged from the bedroom with his controller and that look again. That pleading ‘too afraid to ask’ look.
"I was going to play for a bit," he started, eyes studying you, “wanna keep me…company?"
You lowered your book, looking at your puppy like boyfriend. "Choso."
"Please?" There it was—that soft, desperate whiny tone to his voice. He moved closer to you, kneeling in front of the couch, tossing his controller on the side so he could slid his hands across your thighs, pressing his fingertips gently into them. "I've been thinking about it all day, during training, during dinner... I just want to feel you."
"Your fault, I never ask for anything else please," he countered, and he wasn't wrong. Choso could go days without traditional sex, but this—this he craved constantly. The warmth, the connection, the intimate weight of you on his lap while he lost himself in whatever game currently held his attention, yourself just drifting into his arms while keeping him warm…
You sighed, but not a tired one, never for this at least, setting your book aside. "Fine. But I'm not moving off even if you get too excited."
His face lit up in a way that made your heart jump. "I'll behave, I promise!"
He never did, but you'd stopped minding since you enjoyed it probably just as much as he did.
Minutes later, you found yourself straddling his lap on the gaming chair, your sleep shorts and panties discarded, his sweatpants pushed down just enough. The stretch always made you gasp—Choso was thick, and taking him without much preparation required slow, careful movements.
But it really wasn’t much of a hassle, the sight of him yearning to feel you around him was just enough to get you worked up and ready for him.
"Fuck," he breathed, head fell back as you sank down onto him slowly, making sure he felt every inch of himself sink further into you. His hands gripped your hips, trembling with the effort of staying still. "God you feel good." He sighed like a smoker who’d taken their first drag of smoke after a long day, a soft whine leaving his lips.
You left a soft kiss to his lips, blowing a few praises at him before you wrapped your arms around his neck, chin resting between his shoulder and neck.
His arms wrapped around you in response, holding you close as he reached for the controller. The game loaded, familiar music filling the room, and you felt him relax beneath you, that tension holding onto his shoulders finally easing.
This was what he loved, the intimacy of it, the trust. You, wrapped around him, keeping him warm and grounded while he played. Just the two of you enjoying each others presence wihout having to speak.
It was peaceful, you dozed off against his shoulder, lulled by the steady rhythm of his breathing and the soft sounds of the game. His cock stayed hard inside you, twitching occasionally, but he remained still and good just as he promised.
But sometimes it could get long, you loved it of course! But you loved how easy Choso is to get worked up and you couldn't help but to play with that a little, just the simple act of clenching around his length had him throbbing against your walls.
You stirred against his neck, still drowsy from your power nap, and squeezed around him—just once, a gentle clench to test his reaction.
His breath caught for a second, you felt him throb inside you, his fingers tightened around the controller.
"Thought you were tired," He hummed at you through his arousal, eyes still focused on the screen in front of him.
You just shrugged and did it again.
A low sound escaped him this time—barely audible but since your ear was pressed to his neck you could hear everything. His breathing went shallow, chest rising and falling more rapidly beneath you. He adjusted his grip around the controller, trying to get some steadiness.
You squeezed again, smiling at how good he was reacting.
"Shit—" It came out strangled. His whole body tensed up, the smallest whine slipping out of him before he could stop it. Still, he kept his eyes on the game, jaw clenched, trying so hard to stay still just like you asked.
You clenched again, tighter this time.
His hips twitched up involuntarily. A broken moan escaping him, his breathing turned ragged—short, heavy gasps he couldn't control. You felt him pulse inside you, felt the trembling in his arms as he let go of the controller fully now, wrapping his arms and hands around you.
He tried muffling the sounds by hiding his face in the crook of your neck, which was completely ineffective.
The game sounds continued in the background, but his focus was gone. Every squeeze had him making soft, desperate noises—mewls and whines and groans he couldn't suppress, you loved hearing him like this. His grip on you turned almost bruising, his whole body shaking with the effort of staying still, to be good for you.
"I can't—" His voice broke. the chair creaking beneath you, holding you impossibly tight as his hips rocked inside of you slightly, barely, just the smallest movement into you to chase some relief. "I'm gonna—"
“Already Cho?” You hummed against his ear, knowing the chokehold you had on him. You wrapped your arms around him tighter, your hand finding his hair before you squeezed around him one last time.
He came with a choked moan, spilling inside you as he trembled through it, his face buried in your neck. His hips thrusted deep inside you once, but no desperate fucking to catch his relief no no— just you milking him fully with the way your walls clenched around him, sucking him in deeper each time he throbbed inside of you.
You stayed like that, his cum leaking warm at his base as neither of you moved. His breathing slowly evened out against your neck, his arms still wrapped tight around you.
After a long moment, he let out a low laugh, the sound rumbling through his chest into yours, lifting his head to finally look at that mischievous smile spread across your face. "I think I should be the one telling you to stay good, not the other way around."
You smiled against his shoulder, fingers tracing lazy patterns on his back. "Maybe."
He pressed a kiss to your temple, then another to your cheek. His hand came up to cradle the back of your head, his fingers weaving through your hair, gentle despite how tightly he'd been gripping you moments before trying to catch his high.
You lifted your head up, meeting with his half-lidded eyes, still hazy but there was something so loving in them, admiring you in the most intimate way like he always did.
You would stay on him like this for another while, Choso not letting you go anywhere as he went back to his game.
You created a monster, one that couldn’t get enough of feeling you wrapped around him.
©sukuhands for the scenario
@uzmacchiato for the dividers
