Soulie 🦴🐾

after a brief search through the of the porn website, finding a somewhat realistic video that caught his attention was close to what he was looking for — the video starts off with the girl grasping at the guys hair as knelt down between their legs, it was pure heaven. the way the girls jaw sawing open, a fat pearly glob of drool connecting to sheer glossy lips just from getting ate out.

all of the new sensations made his dick twitch?

he took this as reminder for himself to study the technique of this videotape. gojo’s gluped as if it was a hard pill to swallow that he was actually getting hard off of two minutes into the porn video, the cotton of his black slacks pooling below towards his ankles.

he was suffocating, the way his cock was pulsating ‘pounding’ so loud like a drum in his ears just begging for a slither of something, anything . . .

gojo managed to pull down the cotton fabric of a bunch of his marvel boxers bunched up at his thighs — the pornography video switches scenes where the girls was arching her spin downwards in the depths of the mattress, the guy was behind her this time grasping at her hips like she was going to vanish into thin air.

wanton moans bounced off the film from his computer, it was effortless on how much cum was beaded at flared tip just throbbing.

he was down bad.

the thought was both a confession and a plea, echoing in the shameless silence of his room.

his lanky long frame sprawled out in the comfort of his room — the shameless thoughts of doing it to you. it was even more embarrassing of the countless amounts of the translucent milky cum beaded at the weeping slit. each stroke made his balls churn, sweat beads glistening on his forehead.

his chest heaved rising and falling at his whim trying to keep his voice but stiffens out a few grunts and chocked moans.

cerulean irises darting across the screen, gojo had nipped softness of his bottom pink lip down on the skin as if it was his last moment as he managed to finally make himself cum — the stickiness webbing up in between his fingers zeroing in on the way it glistening, the hefty aroma waffling through out his complex where anyone could've walked in.

‘fuck . . .’ he lets a low groan torn from within deep of his chest, as the pornography film cuts to a practically part . . that gojo definitely wants to try with you, it felt almost so unreal. the messy snowy tucks of hair sticks to the base his forehead like adhesive.

it was pathetic .

the collectibles of anime figurines, video games, comics mangas and posters of his idols plastered on the walls of his living quarters. the baggy clothes — the foggy circular frame of his glasses just on the bridge of his nose the porn mirroring off the laptop as it closes to selection of porno videos to choose from. . again.

second attempt, was simple enough.

‘study session’

his brows knifing together in euphoria, trying to keep himself downright silent. you were hovering over his face — felting a shift. his throat was like parched on the inside, salivating at the site of your glistening pussy right in front of hint like a buffet waiting to be eaten.

‘fuckkk— please can i taste you . . ?’

he could smell the heady aroma of her arousal lingering, the musky, slightly sweet fragrance that was uniquely her.

‘you suree toru?’

‘y-yes! . . i-i am!.’

gojo’s his hands flew towards your thighs, as he shudder underneath you as you settle on his face. it was unsteady at first, frantic kisses on your clit as if he couldn’t get enough. your hips bucked towards his face, preaching just yourself just right where he wants. ‘shittt— toru . . ‘

the nickname falls pouring out of your lips like a prayer, it caught gojo off as his slender hands tightened as if it were going to disappear on him. ‘you.. tatse so good..’

‘I want more . . ‘

pornographic moans and groans bouncing off the walls of his room, you were falling apart on gojo’s face, tugging a fist of his sliver strands spilling out the sides of your hand. he'd yearn to drown in your pussy as if it was tsunami swallowing him whole, but he’d be the one to swallow it all. ‘toru. . !!—thats it . . your tongue feels s-so g—goodd!‘

what type of gentleman would he be if he didn’t finish his meal properly?

he studied every aspect of you, mapping out curve of your body underneath his fingertips. It was methodical, like he was back at his computer, studying a complicated algorithm. ‘mm sorry . . did you know.. the c—clitoris has over 8,000 nerve endings . .?

‘which is more than any other part of the body . . . .’

the feverish skin of your thighs as ear muffs around his face, sweet intoxication taste of your sopping wet cunt. the pure taste of you was a sweet, chaotic intoxication, a stark contrast to the dry, academic physics facts he knew by heart.

he could feel it all, every single one of the eight thousand plus nerve endings firing off under his tongue, a live wire of sensation zigzagging that sent shockwaves across your system at the pleasure . ‘mmph — hah . . don’t stop..’

his tongue swiftly moves in the center — flat against your spasming hole as it clenches and unclenches around his invading muscle feeling the throb nestled between your thighs.

gojo focused his attention on her clit then, circling the sensitive nub with the tip of his tongue before suckling gently, he could feel it throb against his lips as he licked and kissed and teased.

his lips toying with your clit, drawing the sensitive bud in, your jaw sawing open in a silent scream at the sensation in the pit of your stomach. he was mastering the technique arts of ‘pussy eating’.

his lips curled into a soft smile, cerulean irises in on the way your pussy twitch and muscle spasms understands the buds of his tongue tasting every nook and cranny leaving nothing untouched. his jaw was aching at this rate — though he didn’t give a fuck. .

guess that act of hard labor of studying payed off.

slurping and lewd sounds fills the air as gojo face pushes himself deeper into your musk, inhaling in his lungs made him head dizzy — he’d stay inside as long as he wanted if he could, matching his pace as you bucked upwards on the tip of his tongue down to the center of your folds. it made him groan into your thighs at how much power you had over him.

‘f-fuckkk— how’d i get this lucky..’

the edge of his nose ran against your clit as he ate you out, gojo got a kick out of seeing you arching your back a bow on a string. ‘toru. . ! you’re gonna make me cum hah at t-this— rate..! ‘.

gojo’s cheeks hallowed out as he drank you in like the sweetest ambrosia he’d ever had — never letting up as he greedily lapping at your pussy of your slicks dribbling down his chin, the throbbing sensation on his tongue. his fingers thrusting in and out of your pussy at leisurely pace, desperate to make a pretty woman like you cum just as he practiced.

he letting his tongue wrap around the peraly clit peaking out once more as you writhe underneath him as you felt your thighs tremble under his awe struck gaze, he never took his eyes off the way your were tugging your at his hairs as your tongue lolling out of your mouth from the intense warmth in your stomach , those muffled words rolling off his lips like a whimper ?

‘cum for me, pretty.. please..’

a blinding white heat exploded behind her eyelids as her climax crashed over her like a tidal wave. your back arched sharply, pressing your spine into his chest as a guttural moan tore from the deepest part of your throat . . you both panting heavily, glistening sweat beads down beneath you both it was a hot sticky mess.

‘s-same time, next week.’

‘’So did you or did you not sleep with him?’’ he whispered, inches away from your face. You could feel his breath on you as he exhaled, the smoke of the weed he was smoking grazing your lips. Earlier that day, during basketball practice, your friends spoke about something interesting while stretching. Everyone seemed to be in a relationship or was getting there with someone. Finally, your last single friend announced she would finally confess her feelings to her crush. The whole team cheered her on before the conversation focused on you.

You had hoped they'd forget you. But no. Every day, every single day they'd ask you if you had finally met someone. All the asking and nagging drove you crazy but they just cared about you. They were concerned. Deep down all of them knew you weren't really over your mystery ex. They had never seen him, nor heard a name. You liked keeping your business to yourself. It got to a point they thought you had made him up or were schizophrenic. When you two broke up a few months ago, you arrived on the court, bawling your eyes out for hours. It seemed like you really liked him. So they backed off when you told them to drop the topic and get to work.

On the court, you felt free. The only thing on your mind was making points, throwing the ball, dunking it. You could turn off your brain and soul for a few moments. It was like your body was moving on auto pilot and your brain was on stand by. Like a breeze if fresh air on a hot summer day.

You loved it.

‘’Well done everyone!’’ you spoke when your coach gathered you all together. After going over the game plan for the next day, you guys were free to leave. And you were the first to run into the locker room. Your friends knew something was up with you. You were acting weird and secretive. Well, more than usual. Before changing, you stared at your phone, making sure you weren't running mad. Making sure you weren't seeing things before practice. You checked your phone and there it was. A message from him.

After you two had broken up, you hadn't attempted to reach out to him. He didn't either. Your pride was just too high. He was too. Well, that's what you kept on telling yourself. Now that you thought about it, you two had broken up out of the blue. Everything was perfect until it wasn't. And you couldn't tell anyone about your boyfriend. You didn't want to.

‘’I miss you'’ the message read. No greeting, no him asking you how you were doing, no checking up on you, just three words followed by him wishing you luck for your big game tomorrow.

Your heart started beating so fast you thought it would actually jump out of your chest. You shook your head, taking a deep breath, trying to recollect yourself. Now was not the time to let your facade crumble. And you really wanted to text him back. But after thinking about it, your emotions were high now. You had to calm down first. So you put your phone down and got changed.

‘’Oh, I know that look.’’ One of your friends said, slamming her locker shut, shooting you a teasing grin. ‘’Did your ex text you?’’

Witchcraft. It must have been witchcraft. How else would she know?

Suddenly, all your friends smirked at you, asking you all sorts of questions. But you didn't answer. They knew you'd tell them eventually so they just let it go. After getting changed, all of you decided to head to a diner nearby. After the practice session you had just had you needed the fuel. The energy.

Everything went great and you debated on texting him, telling him to leave you alone. But you decided to pay him no mind. Letting him back in couldn't be good. ‘’What's your crush like?’’ You asked.

Your friends were trying to come up with a plan to help your friend confess to the guy she was interested in. If you didn't know any better, you would think they were planning on helping her propose to him.

‘’I'm pretty sure all of you know him.’’ That sounded promising. ‘’He is a little shy, doesn't speak much.’’ Sounded like someone you knew, you thought to yourself and let out a sigh. ‘’Tall, black hair, piercings, tattoos…’’ This had to be a coincidence. A lot of people on campus had piercings, tattoos and happened to have black hair. ‘’Oh and he is the famous plug on campus.’’ No. No, no, no, no, no. God no. ‘’Choso Kamo.’’

You almost dropped the glass in your hand.choking on a sip of water. Your teammates slapped your upper back, trying to get you to calm down while you apologised. The world was so big. So big. Eight billion people on this god forsaken planet, and she managed to fall in love with your ex? You weren't mad, she didn't know after all. It still stung though. ‘’Oh, I heard he and his girlfriend broke up a few months ago. You should shoot your shot!’’ One friend encouraged. ‘’I don't know about that.’’ Another friend chimed in. ‘’Apparently, he isn't over his ex.’’ She huffed. ‘’He won't even look at other women.’’

Oh? That was news to you. Not that you'd complain about that. You tried your best hiding the grin trying to make its way on your face. It was starting to get dark and the place was packed with people.

And when the door opened for the nth time, another friend group entered, a friend group you knew too well. A tall guy with white hair and blue eyes and a shit eating grin plastered on his face stepped in, accompanied by a long haired guy with gauges and a blonde guy whose cheekbones could cut through stone rolling his eyes behind him. And you hoped… No, begged the Gods above that their fourth friend wouldn't show up.

But fate wasn't on your side today.

He stepped in right after them. Eyes low, wearing a tight fitted t-shirt that accentuated his muscles and small waist alongside a baggy pair of pants. Oh you were fucked.

Fucked, nervous, and throbbing.

You took a deep breath, turning away from the door, hoping they wouldn't notice you. But of course they did. Choso had sensed your presence the moment he stepped into the diner. Your voice, your scent, he could make them out in a crowd full of a million people. But he didn't look for you. He didn't want you to know he knew you were there. Because he knew you had seen him.

But hiding didn't go too well. Because when they walked past your table, Gojo happened. Greeting you, making a scene, telling you how much he missed seeing you. Admittedly, the other two men had missed you too. But they could read the room. As Choso was with them, you didn't want them acknowledging you. It was too late now.

‘’You know Choso?’’ Your friends asked, almost simultaneously.

‘’As you can see we have mutual friends. I have nothing to do with him.’’ You laughed it off but you could feel his gaze on you. And you were way too awkward to look at him right now. The situation itself stole at least fifteen years of your life.

‘’We won't bother you girls any further.’’ Geto smiled, giving you a quick side hug.‘’

Have a nice evening, and Y/n you can call us whenever.’’ Nanami followed suit with a hug. And then, Choso stood right in front of you. You gasped, looking up at him. And for the first time in months you were staring into his eyes. Smiling awkwardly, you gave him a hug before sitting down, trying not to die from embarrassment.

Then the questions came. How do you know them? Did Choso just hug you? It doesn't seem like you don't have anything to do with him. Are you friends? Are you embarrassed of him? Why? And so on.

At some point, hours later, you saw the group heading out. Then your phone vibrated. Another message from him reading ‘’Come outside’’. The audacity. He couldn't even say please. But you rolled your eyes, standing up and making an excuse about why you had to go out to take some fresh air now.

When you stepped out the four of them were talking, a blunt pressed in between Choso's lips. The second you stepped through the door his gaze was on you. You hated how good he was at not breaking eye contact. The other three guys upon noticing you, sneaked back in, giving you two some space. Brushing past you, Gojo winked. You wanted to hit him so badly.

Choso inhaled, letting the weed sit in his lungs before exhaling. All while still looking at you, not taking his eyes off you once. You on the other hand were avoiding his gaze. Then he stepped closer.

Taking one step. Two steps. Until he stood right in front of you. Now you had to look up at him. Into his eyes.

‘’’You doing okay?’'

Your breath hitched. You had gone months without speaking to him. Months without hearing his voice. Months without feeling his presence. And now here he was. You kept on replaying this exact scenario in your mind. Thinking of all the things you'd tell him once he stood in front of you. But now? Your brain was empty. Words caught up in your throat.

So you just nodded. He sighed contently, taking another puff of his joint, not taking his eyes off you once.

‘’I saw that guy in your story the other day.’’

‘’I thought I had blocked you.’’ You gulped, folding your arms in front of your chest.

‘’You thought wrong.’’

Silence.

Yes, you lied. You hadn't blocked him. You wanted him to see what you were up to. That you wouldn't put your life on hold just because you two broke up. You wouldn't be moping around because you didn't care. Or that's what you wanted him to believe at least.

‘’What do you want, Choso?’’ You sighed, breaking the silence.

For the first time tonight he looked away letting out a chuckle. ‘’We're back to first name basis, huh?’’

‘’I thought that's what exes do.’’ You tilted your head to the side slightly, taking one step towards him. He was trying to get to you, but you wouldn't let him.

‘’I thought we were different, baby.’’

You huffed. ‘’Not you acting all high and mighty, knowing you're one sweetheart away from folding.’’ He furrowed his brows and you smirked. He knew damn well you were right. One sweetheart and it was over for him. Well any type of attention from you was enough to get him going. You stepped a little closer, making his face turn red. That was the Choso you knew.

‘‘’Want some?’’ he offered you a puff of his joint, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly, but you declined.

‘’You know I've got a game tomorrow.’’

‘’Right…’’

You cracked a smile, taking a few steps back, leaning against the wall. He walked up to you slowly, getting way too close for your mind to comprehend. But your heart knew what you wanted.

‘’So did you or did you not sleep with him?’’ he whispered, inches away from your face. You could feel his breath on you as he exhaled, the smoke of the weed he was smoking grazing your lips. Oh, he wanted to kiss you so badly, you could tell. His eyes were hazy, switching between gazing into your eyes and looking down at your plump, juicy lips.

The thing is, he had kissed your lips a million times already. And he had no idea if it was the weed making his brain all fuzzy, but they seemed to pull him right in.You had bewitched him.

‘’Depends,’’ you muttered, wrapping your arms around his neck. ‘’You jealous?’’ You pulled him in, pressing soft kisses to his neck, taking your time to make him ache for you. When you sucked at the spot right beneath his ear, he let out a whimper, throwing his head back slightly to give you more access.

As your lips wandered to his chin, he let his blunt fall to the ground, stomping it out as his hands made their way to your hips. Within seconds, he wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a soft kiss that grew deeper by the second.

When you tried to pull away he wouldn't let you. Understandably. You two hadn't seen, held and kissed each other for months. He had been waiting for this. Craving you. Craving your lips on his, craving your hands wandering up and down his body, craving you whispering sweet nothings into his ears. Telling you how much you missed him. Telling you how much you missed his big, stupid, dick inside you-

‘’Choso.’’ You mumbled against his lips, finally managing to pull away to take a deep breath. ‘’You are spacing out.’’

‘’Stop calling me that...’’

You frowned. He didn't even blink at you. But he almost looked… Needy? Like he wanted to beg. Beg for you to stop calling him by his first name. Beg for you to call him anything… Sweetheart, darling, my love… Even Cho would do.

You cupped his face, lips mere inches from his, as you looked him right in the eyes. ‘’I missed you, Cho.’’

He was done for.

“Y-Y/n…’’ You pulled him into another kiss, this one more passionate than the other. On the one hand, you really hoped no one was watching you right now. But on the other hand you didn’t care. You pressed your leg between your thigh grazing against his crotch. ‘’Hngh-W-Wait!’’

There he was. Your easily flustered Choso. And would you look at that? He was hard. You pulled away again, staring up at his doe eyes, making it hard for you to focus on anything. Resting your hands on his chest, you let out a sigh. You'd hate yourself for what you were about to say.

‘’Let me go get my bag. Then we can get out of here.’’ Little did you know you'd barely make it to the car.You headed inside and found yourself a little irritated when he followed you with a smirk on his face. Choso was quiet and observant when he was in public. So he definitely knew one of your friends had the hots for him. And he knew you hadn't told them about the both of you. So when you stepped through the door, with him walking behind you closely, you had to decide:

Come up with a lie that would make them question you for a few seconds, or tell them the truth. And after months of hiding and keeping your feelings to yourself, you chose the latter. Not the whole truth, they didn't need to know you two were making out just seconds prior to this conversation.

“I'm sorry I didn't tell you.’’ You muttered, but they laughed it off. They knew you'd tell them eventually. You just loved taking your sweet ass time when it came to important information.

So finally, your heart was at ease. You could leave with a calm and collected mind. And he followed after you closely again. When you reached your car, reaching out your hand to open the door, he stopped you. Pressing your back against the car door, arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you into a kiss. He didn't hold back and you didn't either. He was hungry.

Hungry for your kisses, hungry for your touch, hungry for the sounds you made when he trailed hungry kisses down your neck, leaving marks on the way. His mind had been imagining holding you like this, kissing you like this for months now. And finally, he was here. With you in his arms, kissing him back. Your hands wandered down his body, one grabbing at his peck, making him mumble into the kiss, and the other moving down his abdomen, not skipping a beat as it made its way to his crotch painfully slow. Teasingly. Oh, he was hard and heavy, pulsing and throbbing in his pants.

‘’Looks like you might explode any minute,’’ you whispered between kisses.

‘’Certainly f-feels like it.’’ He muttered, pulling away. You could finally open the car door now. But not to the front seats. You were sure you wouldn't be able to make it home now. He was about to explode and you weren't far from losing your mind either. You were sure your panties were soaked. Drenched in your arousal.

He got in first and you followed suit, as he pulled you into his lap, closing the door behind you. Then his gaze fell on you again, hands placed on either side of your waist after he grabbed your arms and rested them around his neck. You loved when he looked at you like this. Like you hung up the stars and the moon. Totally mesmerised by you.

‘’You have the prettiest eye shape, you know?’’

You chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. ‘’That's so random.’’

‘’I missed you too,’’ he breathed out, an answer to your statement earlier when you were making out in front of the diner. Of course he did.

‘’Figures.’’ You whispered, pressing another kiss to his lips. ‘’You're rock hard.’’ Smirking, you started grinding your hips against his crotch subtly, making his breath hitched in his throat. He squeezed his eyes shut, nails digging into your flesh. Then you trailed kisses down his neck again, stopping at his Adam's apple digging your teeth into it softly. You wanted to leave a mark.

‘’F-Fuck…’’ he whispered underneath his breath. And you could feel him twitching beneath you. The self control he had was admirable. He didn't thrust up once. He didn't beg you to do something about it either. He knew how much you loved good boys.

And he wanted to be so good for you.

You removed his hands from his waist, unbuckling his pants. He helped you, tugging them down to his ankles as you took off your pants. His dick sprung free, slapping against his stomach. Then you cupped his face, pulling him into another kiss. One of your hands wandered down to his throbbing dick, gripping at his aching red tip, squeezing it tightly.

He gasped into your kiss and you sucked in anything he was about to say. You moved your hand up and down slowly, squeezing lightly at his base. But like the good boy he was, he didn't want to leave you unattended. So one of his arms reached behind you, making its way to your soppy cunt. And oh, you were warm, pussy drooling all over his thighs, making a mess even though he hadn't even touched you yet. The both of you were quite desperate. But no one could top Choso when it came to desperation.

He rubbed at your folds, making you moan into the kiss before he pushed a finger into you. Those thick, long fingers of his that used to have you shaking every other night. When he added another finger, you squeezed his tip before you started stroking again, painfully slow. He spread his fingers inside you, going in a scissor motion, trying to stretch you out for what was about to come.

By the time you increased the pace of your strokes on his dick, you could fit three fingers, whining into the kiss. It was hot. Too hot. So hot that his free hand reached out and crack open a window, letting the cool night air enveloped you.

‘’I,’’ he started, mumbling between kisses ‘’want to put it inside.’’

‘’Say please.’’

‘’P-Please…’’ No hesitation, no shame, just desperation on Choso's end. And you loved it. He pulled his fingers out of you as you raised your hips, positioning yourself right above his dick, sinking down slowly. You were so warm. So wet. Too much for Choso who hadn't even dared to look at another woman for the past few months.

Who hadn't dared to let another woman touch him. Let alone sit on his dick in the backseat of a car.

You were the only one he wanted to do it with. The only one he craved doing it with. And he wouldn't have it any other way.

‘’S-So warm and so-Fuck! W-Wet…’’ he whimpered when you finally bottomed out, walls clenching around his throbbing dick deliciously, waiting to get used to the familiar stretch. Choso was big and very humble about it. In the earlier stages of your relationship, he swore he was average, nothing special, nothing to drool over. And you always laughed about it because frankly, you didn't care about his size. You would be happy with whatever he could give you.

Too bad what he could give you resembled a fucking pipe. When you saw it the first time, wanting to suck him off after you two were done making out, you audibly gasped. And the audacity of his, asking you if it was enough, telling you he'd understand if you left, all while giving you that innocent look, batting his long eyelashes at you. You started moving slowly, as he clung to you, arms on your waist, lips pressing kisses to your neck, biting you, leaving the occasional mark. He pulled up your shirt, alongside your bra, too lazy to struggle to unbuckle it now, revealing your chest. Before you knew it, his mouth latched on to one nipple, tongue swirling around it, mouth sucking on it, teeth grazing the sensitive nub as one of his hands pinched the other nipple.

The sensation went straight to your core, making you clench around him tightly. ‘’S-Stop clenching so tightly…’’ he muttered around your boob. From your point of view, it looked like he was trying to swallow it whole. He had always been a boob fanatic. Well, the only boobs he was obsessed with were yours. He was obsessed with everything about you.

‘’Stop p-playing with my chest then…’’ you muttered, trying to hold back a moan.

That did it for him.

Suddenly, he sucked on your titt. Hard. Both of his arms slung themselves around your waist, holding you closely, as he started thrusting up into you. Which caught you off guard. The first time he slammed up into you, you let out a moan, squeezing your eyes shut. The second time, you squealed, squeezing down on him again. ‘’Ch-Choso!’’ You groaned, nails digging into the back of his neck.

‘’Stop c-calling me that…’’ and he punctuated every word with a thrust of his hips. Fuck, he was driving you crazy. He had no idea what he was doing to you, turning your insides into mush while marking you up. “Ca-Call me… Literally a-anything else-Ngh!’’ He slammed you down on his dick, letting out something between a groan and a whimper. He was far gone already. As were you. The both of you had forgotten the cracked window. And to be honest, you didn't care about anything or anyone. Especially him. The only thing he was interested in was how often he could fill you up in this car.

When he bit into your chest, drawing a groan from you, you wrapped your hands around his neck, pushing him back against his seat. His eyes rolled back in his head. You had almost forgotten how much he loved getting choked by you. You pressed a kiss to his lips, pushing your tongue into his mouth as his grip on your hips loosened. He was close. So close he could feel his orgasm on the tip of his tongue. That and you cutting off his air circulation were driving him crazy. And you whispered into his ear, telling him he could come inside you, he lost it. Losing all his restraint. He let out a whimper, tongue lolling out of his mouth as he came deep inside you, panting your insides white.

Hot tears streamed down his face when you let go of his neck, coughing, trying to suck in some air. And you pressed soft kisses to his face, trying to calm him down. ‘’’You doing okay there, baby?’’ He twitched, taking a few ragged breaths as you kissed away his tears.

You were just about to get off him, when he buried his face into your chest, hugging you tightly. Then, thrust. A thrust into you, shaking up your walls. ‘’You d-didn't finish…’’ he muttered, sucking marks into your chest. And he built up his pace gradually, this time thrusting into you faster. He was still hard, throbbing inside you, making sure not a single drop of the load he had pumped into you would go to waste. ‘’I missed this s-sloppy pussy…’’ he whimpered, grinding his dick into you.

The windows of your car were all fogged up, his dick was digging into your insides. He pulled away momentarily, and made you lie back against the center console, grabbing your waist to fuck into you while he pressed a thumb to your clit.. ‘’Right there, Cho! Y-Yes!’’

‘’R-Right here, yeah?’’

You nodded haptically, loving the way he was fucking you. Loving the way he was rubbing your clit. ‘’I'm going to-'’ you were cut off by a whimper of your own, trying not to lose yourself. He pressed down on your lower stomach, making you feel him. Making you feel every inch of him slipping inside him. You wanted to scream, cream on his dick. Lose your mind.

And that's exactly what you did. You lost yourself in the feeling of his dick slamming into you. You were a total mess. And when the both of you came, you came hard. His thrust halted, stopping deep inside you as he continued rubbing your clit through your high. You moaned, screamed, whined his name as you squirted all over his dick, twitching like a mad woman. He pulled you in for a kiss you melted into, and you just stayed like that for a while.

Hugging each other, kissing each other with him still inside you, until you had to start moving. You got off him, letting his dick slip out of you gently, both of you letting out a groan at the loss of warmth.

‘’Fuck, I needed this.’’ You whispered, pressing your forehead against his.He looked at you.

‘’So… So you didn't sleep with that guy?’’

You chuckled, pulling on your pants, zipping your pair right up. ‘’Of course not, Cho.’’ Before you could head out of the door, he pulled you into another kiss.

You stepped out, rushing into the driver's seat while he stepped out, opened the door and sat down right next to you.

‘’You're going to have to get your car cleaned after the mess we just made.’’ He mumbled.

‘’You mean you are going to get this car cleaned.’’

He smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek. And you headed straight to your place. You two missed out on a lot of quality time spent together. And you were sure there was a lot you two needed to talk about.

‘’Why didn't you tell us he was your ex?’’ The next day, you two showed up to your game together. After you two had talked… And fucked it out, you decided to give it another try. And after the game you had one, he came up to you, hugging you from behind.

‘’Boyfriend,’’ he muttered into the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around your waist from behind. ‘’I'm her boyfriend again.’’

Damn right he was. And this time, you wouldn't let him slip through your fingers.

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