Luna this isnât a request per say just me filled with unbridled lust for DilucâŠâŠ.but think about him losing his virginity to you where you sit on the bar at the Angels Share after closing jdhdhxhdh
he is such a sweetheart and gentleman but, he just couldnât wait any longer to sink his big cock into his beloved right there aahh â„ïž ê° âČÌ„Ì„Ì„ â â”Ì„Ì„Ì„ ê±
oh my lordddd grayđđ©· this.. im totally normal about it - i'm going to go cry over him nowđ€â€ïž
diluc ragnvindr x afab!reader | 3.5k+ words
warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, virigin!diluc, sappy love making i couldn't help myself, no pronouns used for reader though reader is wearing a dress
âare you sure thereâs nothing i can help with?â you ask diluc with a bit of a pout as he helps you up onto the counter behind the bar on the spot he had wiped down for you. the spot you were becoming more and more familiar with each day you visited angels share to come see him and stayed till past closing time.
you know how stubborn your boyfriend is when it comes to doing things himself but helping close up the tavern didnât have to be one of them. you really didnât mind helping and yet, like each time youâve offered before, a smile with his soft expression and a shake of his head before he leans in to kiss your cheek and decline your offer.
âi wonât be long,â he promises, the warmth of his lips on your skin when he presses them on your cheek at the same time his hands help tug down the hem of your dress and keep you covered. Â
his touch lingers as though he hadnât wanted to pull away and truthfully, he hadnât. his heart had been beating out of sync ever since you walked through the doors of the tavern and even when he thought it was finally getting back to normal, you would laugh or call his name and he would feel the uncontrollable fluter in his chest. and archons when his eyes betrayed him and he caught more than a few glances of your bare thighs under the hem of your dress and the soft skin of your chest where it dips in a perfect display of your chest, heat spread through his entire body like wildfire.
it lingers still at the swipe of his thumbs on your thighs, leather covered fingers barely sliding under the fabric of your dress, before he forces himself to pull away and hurry upstairs to clean up.Â
you swing your legs back and forth and listen to the familiar boot steps of diluc from upstairs, feeling your skin still tingle from where he had touched you and the way you ache for more. it wasnât a new feeling when it came to diluc but you swore it was growing more every day.
itâs not long before he returns to behind the bar with glasses in his hands, placing them in the sink not far from you and you stare at him for far longer than you should, drinking in every bit of him; the way his hair cascades down his broad shoulders and back like a crimson waterfall, collected in a dark ribbon. the curve of his nose and lips that you want to kiss every inch of. the stretch of the fabric of his outfit around his muscular build as he moves and flexes. the band around his thigh that peeks out from behind his coat when he walks.
diluc can feel your eyes on him but itâs not as though he could say he didnât understand, though it didnât stop his cheeks from warming. you had always caught his attention. before and after you promised yourself to him, he could not take his eyes off of you and if anything, it had only grown since he became yours. even from the second floor only minutes ago, he stole many glances at you patiently waiting for him and picked up his pace to help ease the want for you that he feels in every fiber of his being.
and perhaps he should have known the danger of indulging in it before he was finished closing. just a bit, he told himself with the step he took that brought him between your legs, but there was nothing within him that could settle for âjust a bitâ when everything he felt for you burned more intensely than the flames of his vision and the pyro archon herself.
your skin glows under the warm light of the tavern and he catches the sparkle in your eye, the smile on your face, before youâve captured him in a sweet kiss and his lashes flutter closed at the feeling of his lips on yours. itâs perfect. youâre perfect and he canât believe youâve chosen him out of everyone in teyvat but you have long been burned into his very soul and he never ever wants to let you go.
itâs an overwhelming feeling that makes it near impossible to pull away from you at this moment, not that he wants to. no, he needs more of you. always more until he worries his love might devour you both but you have never been afraid, not of his flames or the darkness that follows him and certainly not of the ways he shows you how he feels about you.
strong hands come to rest on your sides, gently squeezing you with the break and reconnection of your lips but they move to your back when diluc deepens the kiss, passionate and heart stopping, your bum moving along the fabric of your dress as he pulls you flush against him and in turn you wrap your arms around his neck.
he groans low, like he was trying to swallow it, when your thighs flex around his torso at the touch of your tongues and his grip on you tightens, somehow trying to pull you away and closer to him at the same time. itâs too much and not enough and even if it felt like it might kill him to part from you right now, if he doesnât stop himself -
ââluc-â your voice is breathless, barely audible through your kisses and joined by an involuntary rock of your hips against his that makes him suck in a quick breath, one large hand coming to grip your hip and still your movements.Â
resting his forehead on yours, trying to take in a breath to calm himself, he replies in a whisper of your name, his voice thick and heavy with not want but need. nothing is helping bring him from this place of burning desire and love. every breath he takes is full of your sweet scent and what lingers of the non alcoholic drink he made you tonight. underneath his palms is only you, your softness and warmth that's like pure sunlight rather than any flames heâs known. the taste of you is on his tongue and his kiss swollen lips and you fit perfectly against him with your hips still flush, the pressure of his cock straining against his pants and trying to avoid the most intimate part of you even though itâs hard, so fucking hard, only for you.
his cheeks burn, his heart thumping so loudly he can hear it under your panting breaths. he needs you so badly. he loves you more than he thought he ever could and beyond what he deserves but youâre clinging to him like you need him just as much, like you love him with the same intensity he feels for you. itâs all he can feel, all he can think about, all he can focus on, when he asks, âcan i.. can i touch you?â
youâre eager to nod your head, feeling his bangs tickle your skin. âplease,â you all but whimper, your arms around his neck pulling with little force to bring him to your lips once more.
with ease he helps you settle more comfortably on your butt and your legs spread for him. he breaks your kiss, pulling away from you, much to your hearts dismay, but you can still feel how close he is and when your eyes slowly open, your vision clears to watch diluc pull off his last glove, revealing the pale scarred hands you longed to feel all over you.
theyâre beautiful, just like the rest of him and the feel of them on your bare thighs, right underneath your dress, so calloused and warm, makes your body burst like a skyline full of fireworks and its as if the stars in the sky are exploding alongside them with every nerve he lights on fire when his lips meet your neck.
almost achingly slow and with a detectable tremble, his hands move up your thighs as he kisses the delicate skin of your neck. your legs spread wider, your hands sinking into his hair, and at the slightest graze of his fingers on the wet spot pooling on your panties your legs begin to shake.Â
âis this okay?â he asks, heated lips lingering on your neck, his fingers just barely out of reach from where you needed them the most right now while he awaits your reply, still shaking with anticipation and desire.
one of your hands moves from his neck, cupping his chin and bringing him to look at you. âyes, more than okay,â you assure him, your eyes locking for a moment and then youâre kissing him, sweet and slow.
his movements are intentional, achingly tender like he worries you might break under too much pressure as he moves your panties to the side and lets his fingers delve into the soft silkiness of your pussy, sticky and warm and so receptive to his touch.
chest rising and falling with deep breaths that only fuel the fire within him, dark scarlet eyes take in and memorize your every reaction to the pads of his fingers stroking up and down your wet folds. he takes note of every place your hips buck up and your lips part, everytime your knees tremble at the pressure on your little bundle of nerves and you tug at his hair that sent pleasure straight to his cock.
fuck he thinks he could cum just from touching you, from watching you unravel from pleasure. all because of him, only for him. and he feels his boxers getting sticky with precum when his fingers slide down to your entrance and he sinks a thick digit into you.
youâre so wet your essence starts to soak his palm the deeper he pushes into you and when he adds a second finger, feeling how tight you are around them, the lewd sounds of your pussy join the noises he pulls from you with every pump of his fingers. theyâre inexperienced but quick to learn; so wonderful in their thickness, their attentiveness to you, and it doesnât take diluc long to figure out where to touch to have you crying out his name.
and you think you might cry period. this.. diluc.. everything feels so wonderful, like you are made for each other; two halves that have finally reunited but are on the precipice of fusing together in a way they never have before and you want him in every way heâll let you have him, want to give him every single part of you, now and forever.Â
diluc wants to give you the same. please take all of him, accept all of him; every broken piece that you always seem to handle with such love. he wants to continue taking in your every reaction to but his lips ache to be with yours once more and with his free hand, he pulls you into a kiss, curling his fingers inside of you, finding that perfect spot at the same moment his tongue delves into your mouth and you moan into it, pull him closer, deeper and he feels the last of his control to not take you on the bar, lose his virginity in the tavern, slipping. heâs desperate to show you in this way how much you mean to him, what you do to him.
though there's never been any doubt in his mind this is what he wanted with you, heâs never been with anyone in this way and heâd never thought your first time would be on the bar top but there is no denying how right this feels, that he canât wait unless you need him to.
breaking your kiss, he says your name, his tone serious and the movements of his fingers stop slowly after. messy and sticky they leave you terribly empty and your eyes open in protest. youâre met with an expression that is overwhelming, breath stealing, full of so so many emotions you donât know where to begin to describe them but behind it all is pure, burning, love that you can never be without again.
âi wonât be able to hold back any longer if we continue,â he says and his deep tone makes the heat between your legs intensify, your cheeks flush and your hands hold onto him like he might slip from your grasp. âtell me to sto-â
you donât let him finish before youâre closing the distance between your lips. that was the very last thing you wanted, your heart couldn't handle even hearing the words from him unless itâs what he wanted. âdonât stop. please diluc donât stop.â
without breaking your kisses or the devouring of your tongues, in his seemingly endless strength, he lifts you from the counter and pulls your panties to your knees in one swift motion, swallowing your little yelp of surprise. a string of saliva still connects you when he has to pull away with panting breaths and it breaks against his lips like a glossy sheen as he takes a small step back to guide your underwear the rest of the way down your legs.
he sheds his coat too, putting both on the counter next to you, never taking his attention away from you; the glistening of your wet pussy in the tavern light, your heaving chest close to spilling out of your dress and the most beautiful expression on your face.
you shift, your dress falling over the top of your legs as you reach for him. with his fingers laced with yours, together you unbuckle his belt and undo the lacing of his pants. you let him pull down his boxers, freeing his cock that makes your mouth water and your cunt clench around nothing. itâs unbelievable, so big and thick, and flushed pink, his mushroom tip sticky with pre and feels heavy in your hand in a way that makes your head dizzy.
âyou have no idea what you do to me,â he tries to get the words out as you pump him slow and the space between you becomes non-existent but they come out in nearly a growl through his clenched teeth at the way your hand feels around him. it's like nothing else, not even close to how his own hand has felt when he lost himself to thoughts of you, and he can hardly fathom what it will feel like to be inside of you.
every breath you share, every heart beat in tandem with the others, there is only you two in the world right now and even if it is not what he had thought for your first time making love, no candle light or rose petals or silken sheets, there only ever needed to be you. the holder of his heart and your own that you had given a man as unworthy as him in return, that he would protect and love until the light in his vision goes out.
his hands are desperate for you, holding you at the edge of the counter while he moves your dress to pool around your hips and you guide his cock to your entrance. his hand wraps around your wrist, pulling your hand away from his throbbing length and bringing it back around his neck.Â
âi love you.â itâs not the first time heâs confessed the words to you, nor would it be the last, but as if to emphasize how true they actually are, he seals the words with a kiss, his hold on you trembling with held back strength as he lowers you onto his cock.
a breathless moan of your name escapes his throat and he worries his hold on you may bruise but his sanity and control are slipping the deeper he is inside of your tight walls but heâs completely captivated, utterly drunk, off of your every reaction that tells him not to stop.Â
you have no other words to describe it other than youâre clinging to him in every way possible. your hands buried in thick crimson locks, your legs around his slim waist, your lips locked, your pussy so fucking full of him. itâs a delicious stretch that has you whimpering and never ever wanting this to end.
when heâs fully sheathed inside you, his head drops to your chest, taking in a shuddering breath, the softness of his messy curls on your breasts and neck only adding to every sensation you are feeling.Â
âi love you - i love you so much,â youâre finally able to reply, moving your hips and hearing the deep gasp he canât hold back before kissing your chest and thrusting his hips, pulling out to nearly the tip with a groan against your skin and pushing back into you slow as he litters your chest with his love, heated, messy and that make your skin tingle.
your words only spur him on, make his heart surge in its need to give you everything, and he canât be apart from your lips for a moment longer. he keeps his slow pace, pulling away from your chest and looking at you through heavy lashes and dark scarlet eyes that kindle with fire for just long enough to capture and drink in your beauty before his lips are devouring yours.
the slapping of his heavy balls against your bum thatâs barely on the counter anymore fills the empty tavern, joins the murmurs of love and pleasure that escape you both. dilucs pace becomes faster, hitting the deepest part of you until he finds a rhythm that has you squeezing around him, your teeth nipping at his bottom lip and when he brings you down on his length in time with his thrust in turn, you sweetly cry out his name.
heâs so lost in the way you feel, how desperately you hold him and heâs ready to burst at any moment but there is no doubt to him that your pleasure is his own and heâd use every once of his will power to ensure you found yours before he even considered his. diluc wanted nothing more than to make you feel good, to give you pleasure in a way no one else can, to love you.
ââm so.. so close,â you say as though you had known what was within him, what the deepest part of his heart craves but thereâs no denying your words of rapture also go straight to his cock.
he buries his face in your neck, trying to hold back the sounds that bubble up his throat, clenching his teeth as he rocks in and out you. he holds onto you as tightly as he is the last bit of his sanity but his head is dizzy, overwhelmed with the feel of your soft skin under the grasp of his fingers and the way you squeeze around his cock like heâs never experienced before and the way his heart is beating its way through his chest to get to you, as close as it possibly can.
âahh! diluc - !âÂ
the pressure between your legs gives way, your velvety walls sucking him in, clenching around his cock so tight he canât even breathe and there is no question that where he holds you in his hands will bruise later. he captures your lips, his kiss as intense and searing as the orgasm that washes over him within seconds. the wanton whimper you let out from being stuffed so full of him and his plentiful cum is as lovely as it is sinful, one he will never forget, one he wants to hear again and again.
a salty droplet catches on the corner of his lips that are pressed against yours and so quickly, too quickly than you could handle, he pulls away from you. he canât let you go but his heart is hammering in his chest at the sight of the crystalline tears clinging to your lashes.
âdid i hurt you?â his voice is as shaky as his trust in himself with you is if he had lost himself too much.
âno!â youâre quick to reply, not wanting him to get any farther away from you than he already is or let his worries consume him when you were okay - archons you were so much more than just okay. you cup both of his cheeks in the home of your palms, your thumbs soothing over his pink hued cheeks. ânot at all. iâm just..â you didnât know if there was really a word to describe it. nothing you know feels like enough. âiâm so in love with you diluc.â
the relief, the happiness it brings him to hear you say that, is evident on his face, the way he leans into your touch, the cool wetness on your burning fingers from his own overflowing emotions.
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Heyyy. Can I request a college au. Reader is an average, socially awkward person but somehow managed to pulled the campus heartthrob, Geto (or gojo). And he's lowkey obsessed with her and try to be fucking her every chance he gets.
đ. đ§đšđđ: why not both? ÂŻ\_(ă)_/ÂŻ idk, felt like doing a threesome for some reason lmao
âč đđšđ§đđđ§đđŹ: Geto + Gojo x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern au! college setting - sex in public places; gymnasium locker room + dining hall + college dorms - oral (m! + f! receiving) - face + throat-fucking - fingering (f! receiving) - clitoral play (swiping, grinding and licking/sucking) - face-sitting - threesome - double penetration; anal and vaginal - cowgirl dp position - anal fingering (f! receiving) - kissing/making out - protected sex (psa: warp it up or get tf up) - overstimulation - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, my love, pretty girl, princess, sweetie, sweetheart) - sato + sugu being whipped over you, hehe~ - slight humor - mention of tears and drool.
âč đ°đšđ«đ đđšđźđ§đ: 5.1k (pretty long for a req, lol)
âOh, Y/n, itâs good to see you. Did you have a good weekend? Letâs walk each other to class; I was waiting for you.â
âY/nnnn! This cold day is so much warmer now that youâre here. Letâs grab something to eat at the dining hall, okay?â
You thought college life couldnât get any more difficult than it already is. Oh, how you were so wrongâŠÂ
Being on your own on campus was hard enough; states away from your family and having to rely on and take care of yourself while also striving for a better education. On top of this, making friends (outside of your roommates Shoko and Utahime) is such a social and excruciating chore as itâs challenging to put yourself out for people to notice you. Making small talk with your peers or talking/discussing group material in classes has your heart racing enough â not to mention trying to commit to clubs â making you feel a bit of a failure as a human being.
With that, you almost dwell on not trying at all. Youâre utterly content with your inner circle with your roommates, waking up and heading to classes and back, eating college food, and sleeping after reading for a lecture. This routine of sticking to yourself was a notion youâve grown to accept and find comfort in â no need to change it if itâs been doing you well this far.
That is until you meet them â Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru, the best friends of your roommate Shoko.Â
Gojo is the star player of the schoolâs basketball team, a famous face among the class years, and the âdisgustingly tactless, cutesy princeâ of your year, as described by Utahime. By morning, heâs a dedicated student in his business administration major and history minor classes; by afternoon, he is his playful, social, and charismatic snow-haired soul, grabbing the attention of others and bringing life to those around him with his bright cadence. In addition, heâs a talented figure, capturing the hearts of many with his model work in fashion shows and playing fan-favorite roles in plays.
In contrast, Geto was a much more mellow star that pulled the hearts of students and professors alike. The raven-haired bioengineering major was a boy whose presence was easy not to notice yet quick to pull you in when making himself known. His tall, docile figure emitted an aura that accompanied the soothing tune of his voice, the perfect combination that made him trustworthy and obliging to the students around him and his lacrosse teammates. With the charming features of a heartthrob and the alluring speech of a leader, heâs someone many would turn to in search of a person to follow and praise.
Satoru and Suguru, two complete opposites â two best friends â who are, without a doubt, the twin stars of this school. However, there was one thing the two shared in common, something that made your heart skip and your mind race every time knowing this fact:Â the two were unmistakably and sickeningly in love with you!
How? You do not know. It all started when Shoko brought them over one night for dinner, and you saw them for a quick moment in the kitchen, quickly greeting them before rushing back into your room. Next thing you knew, you had begun to see and run into them every so often, which soon turned to at least once per day. And now, like a white bubbly puppy and a black, quietly affectionate cat, you could not shake them off you when and wherever you went.
Oh, it was something you were not used to, being sneaked up from behind by Gojo, whoâd pull you in for a hug or lift you with every greeting in public (as if you weighed like nothing)! Especially in classes where Geto would surprise you with his calm voice and a warm hand on your shoulder to check if you were okay before claiming the chair next to you. And you couldnât push them away â how could you when two of the most renowned faces on school grounds want to be around your presence!? Good Lord, it was all overwhelming, Shoko and Utahime having to step in to beat the boys into shape for making you uncomfortable.
And then there are those times when the two would butt heads with each other because of you! There have been a handful of times where if one had you to themselves, the other would bore glares to the formerâs skull. Gojo would suck his teeth with his arm wrapped around your shoulder, white brows furrowed and ticked off blue eyes concealed by his dark circle shades. âYo, Buddha with bangs, can you let go? Y/n promised to hang with me after their classes ended, and Iâd be damned if youâd be third-wheeling.â
âThatâs not happening, Satoru,â Getoâs hand grasps yours with more grip, royal purple eyes narrowed at his white-haired friend. âY/n and I have a presentation to work on for tomorrow. Go lollygag somewhere else.â
Two positive bundles of life will immediately turn hostile when it comes to you, suffocating your very being as youâre stuck in the middle of them. Itâs bad enough being with either of them has people notice and talk about you; itâs another thing when youâre being fought over like some small bunny between two snarling wolves. Oh God, why me!!??
But it wasnât all bad. If anything, being fawned over by the two was a strange thing that has happened to you thus far, and not in a terrible way. Gojo has made you a lot more open and social than before, dragging you to parties heâs been invited to and to his crowded games (where heâs always sure to find you and blow a kiss). And spending time with Geto has sparked instances where youâre courageous enough to speak for yourself with a bit of a push from him, throwing in your inputs for class discussions or having him aid you in knowing your material when you two study together.
The two most popular guys in school who flatter and are obsequious over you. That in itself is enough to make your cheeks and ears dial in warmth, shielding your face in your pillows just thinking about them. You like them both, bound to be drawn in by the handsome boys and their pursuit of you.
However, their infatuation was something youâd find out goes beyond words and handholds. An obsession for you embroidered in their very mindsâŠand bodies.
ââŠMhahhh, GoâMmmph! GojoooâŠwe shouldnât be doing thisâŠâ
âAww, câmon, Y/n, you know I donât like it when you call me by last name. Itâs just the two of us hereâŠFuck, keep licking it like thatâŠâ
Sneaking into the basketball teamâs locker room is one thing; sneaking in with the star player in the team with you between his legs on the bench and sucking his dick? Oh, thatâs a can of worms you never thought youâd open in your entire life.Â
Gojo brings his head back, banging on the locker behind him as the contact of your tongue on his pink tip sends shivers up to his shoulders. âFuuuck, you feel so good, baby. Gonna make me cum againâŠâ You peer up with lidded eyes as you suck his tip into your mouth, him humming at the warm sensation of your mouth swallowing his length whole. Your face is hot of embarrassment, being looked down on by him as you do such an indecent thing on him in a place of changing for men.Â
This was his idea â bringing you to the gymnasium to watch him practice with his teammates for an upcoming game. Then, he pulls you aside once the guys want another fifteen-minute water break, bargaining into the menâs locker room and pulling you in for a hot kiss. Sucking on and nibbling on your lips and tongue has you mewl sweetly for him, distracted as he pulls his shorts and briefs down to expose the erection growing inside him. âSorry, you just looked too cute watching me from the side,â heâd say with a hazy glint in his eyes shielded by his shades.
So here you are, sucking him off to the hilt, where your lips meet strands of his white pubes, making your boyfriend cum for the second time. Gojo brings a hand to your head for purchase, moaning as your hand massages his balls. ââAhh, fuckâŠGod, youâve gotten so good at that, cutie. Canât get enough of you...â
His words burn your ears, his aroused tone making your face even more hot to bear. Gosh, this was such a dangerous game; your nerves constantly on edge in hopes nobody would walk in.
However, your worries might have been what jinxed your fate because you two heard the door to the locker room open. You instantly move your mouth away from Gojoâs cock and stand to panic. But before you could, Gojo quickly grabbed you by the wrist and took you to one of the bathroom stalls. You sat on the toilet, bewildered at being dragged all over this fitness center. Then, Gojo brings his dick to your face again, and you give him the most shockingly confused expression as if he canât hear the commotion of two people speaking where they used to be.
âRelax, no oneâs coming here,â Liar, we almost got caught! He pushes the tip to your mouth, and you murmur on his length, filling your mouth and throat. âLetâs make this one quick, okay?â
You were too busy registering him place his hands on your head before he could slam himself to your mouth; the sudden thrust of his hips propelling his cock deep into the tight crevices of your throat makes you grip onto his shorts for dear life. The slap of his ruts fills your eardrums; you canât tell how far or close the two guys who entered the locker room are. Heâs making you focus on nothing but him â a selfish objection from a selfish man as heâs using you to relieve himself in the menâs locker room. God, this was such a bad situation, and yet your lower half couldnât stop the throbs that have you shifting your thighs together. How embarrassing!Â
âHhnnn, fucking shit, your throat feels so good,â he praises, his slender fingers massaging your scalp. Your tongue brushes the underside of his length in a way that has his pace go faster, and he has to keep his moans to a lower volume. âShiiit, baby, Iâm gonna cumâŠTake it all inâŠ!â
You have no choice but to, forced to gulp down all of his load that he spills into your tight, warm throat. He still rocks his pelvis into you until every pump of his jizz is inside you. When your ears pick up the sound of the locker room door opening and closing with the dismissal of the two strangers, thatâs when Gojo takes his long shaft out of your mouth, spit connecting from your tongue to his cockhead is wiped with haste.Â
But then, Gojo pokes your cheek with his tip, a sign that he wants to go again. You throw quiet pleas, âNâNo, Gojo! You have to get back to practiceââ
âShhh, those guys can survive a few games without me. And besides,â he gently slaps your cheek with his cock. How vulgar! âIâll fuck your mouth til the end of the day if you donât stop using my last name when itâs just the two of us here.â The playful grin on his lips doesnât make that threat any better. âOne more time, please?â
With hesitant eyes, you place kisses on his shaft while stroking him. âOnly one moreâŠokay, Satoru?â
He beams with the dimples of his cheeks. âYes, pretty girl~.â
And it doesnât stop there â because Geto is no better.Â
âAww, you two are so cute together~â
You squirm on the booth seat youâre sharing with your other boyfriend, you two sitting across from his friends â a senior couple he shares a lab with that invited him for dinner. Unsurprisingly, you were his plus one, knowing youâre not one for being around people youâre not familiar with. And yet here you are, caged by the wall and Getoâs frame to keep you in this conversation on the side of the busy dining hall.
Geto chuckles before brushing your cheek, "Arenât we? But theyâre the cutest thing to me.â He says as he places a swift kiss on your cheek; itâs an action that has your face grow in warmth â and the couple âawwingâ at his affection.
The guy of the couple speaks to the dark, long-haired other. âI never knew you were one for relationships, Geto; you seem so busy with Bio and your clubs that you donât seem to have time to lay low and be with someone.â
âMmm, I thought so, too. That is until I met Y/n through a friend of mine,â you jerk at the silent touch of his pinkie grazing your thigh, noting it had sneaked under your skirt to graze its skin. Your eyes peek in his direction, finding that he remains eye contact with the guy heâs talking with. âAnd, you know, I got to know them here and there, shared some classes with them on the side. Now, I just canât imagine them being out of my line of sight.â
The guy across laughs. âSounds kinda obsessive!â
Geto shrugs with a chortle. âI guess itâs like that, I donât know. Iâm just really crazy about them; theyâre my sweetheart after all.â
âThatâs so sweet!â The girl senior across exclaims, turning to you to ask, âSo, how long have you and Geto been a thing, Y/n?â
The question has you stumped for a bit as you werenât ready to be thrown inquiries. And before you answer, you feel Getoâs hand rub on your thigh. âU-Umm, meâahemâGeto and I have been a couple for quite a while now? My roommate was the one who introduced me to himâMmmm!â You briskly flatten your lips at your squeak because the fingers inside your skirt pinch your skin. On command, you spread your legs for Geto to insert his hand inside your panties.
The girl asks more questions. âOh? So, your roommate brought you two together. Did you know of them before?âÂ
âWell, not reallyâŠShe and GetoâOhh!â You bring your hand to your lips at the graze of Getoâs forefinger on your clit. You turn to him and are immediately locked into his violet gaze. He lifts a brow with an undisturbed smile, and you gulp. âIâI mean, Suguru and my roommate have been best friends since high school, so I kinda gotâŠNnmm,â you chew your lips when he bullies a digit between your folds to play and tease. âShe was the one who introduced me to himâŠâ
âIs that so? Hehe, itâs amazing how the world works, huh?â You listen, but your mind is too focused on Getoâs digits swiping and nestling across your wetness to have your body more excited about his touch. And it gets worse as he inserts his forefinger inside your vagina, causing you to jolt and suppress your mewl by leaning into his shoulder, gripping onto the sleeve of his turtleneck. âHere are two lovebirds all lovey-dovey with each other thanks to one friend bringing them together. Itâs crazy imagining you two wouldâve never met hadnât that happened.â
Geto hums at that comment, âI agree; I have to thank Shoko for bringing this little angel to my arms.â He places a soft kiss on your forehead, completely nonchalant compared to the quickened pace of the digit scraping your insides. âIsnât that right, my love?â
With trenched brows and a shaky breath, you try to reply to the awaiting couple. âMhmm, yes, Iâm so grateful that Suguru is in my lifeâŠHeâs been such a help to me,â his forefinger goes slow, having you feel every dent and knuckle. âHahhh, heâs so good to me, and I love him just as muâMmmph!!â
âHmm? Are you okay, Y/n?â How can you tell the guy across from you that your boyfriendâs thumb just surprised your clit with a swipe? Youâd rather melt on this floor had you not buried your face into Getoâs shoulder.Â
Speaking of who, he takes the initiative to answer for you. âI think theyâre a little parched, mustâve been this lemonade I got for them. Iâll go get them some waterââ
âOh, no, no! Iâll go get the water; I was gonna get more of those garlic knots anyways.â The girl stops Geto from moving, sliding from the booth seat with her boyfriendâs hand to follow suit. âCâmon, letâs leave these lovebirds for a bit. Weâll be right back!â
And so they leave, thanking your lucky stars. Once their figures are nowhere to be seen within the sea of students, you probe the man with a trembling whimper. âMmmph, Suguru, please, take it out beforeâAhhhâŠ! They come backâŠâ
Luckily, he listens to your request with no argument, withdrawing his digit from your wet slick and underwear. And to your horror, he brings the finger to lick and suck and says with a dark look, âJust checking to see what Iâll be having later.â
It doesnât matter wherever or whenever; Gojo and Geto will be sure that their love for you is expressed to you every chance they get.Â
It doesnât matter the day or hour, whether you are free from assignments, spending time with your roommates, or on your way out to study; those two will find a way to get to be with you. And, to be honest, it can be a bit overstimulating!Â
When there are dates to the movies with Gojo, thereâs private alone time with Geto on his bed as he eats you out. And when there are days when Geto holds hands with you and walks you to your classes, there are nights when Gojo will fuck you til his cock is warmed inside you in his slumber. It can go either way, the two competing for your affection and time when the other is out of sight.Â
Again, sometimes itâs overwhelming for you, never knowing which of the two will have you all to themselves, nor knowing when you can have time to yourself! And itâs not like you havenât tried putting your foot down to express your wish to be alone. But, albeit it can be utterly exhausting, you know those two love and cherish you so much that it drives them crazy. Hell, itâs driving you crazy just how much they canât keep their hands off you!Â
Especially now when they drag you to their shared dorm room, experiencing one of those days when the two wish to have you in the same presence.Â
âHahhh, damn, Y/nâŠyouâre sucking me off so good,â Geto purrs with a whistle while lovingly patting your head. âSo good for me, huh, sweetie?âÂ
The two stripped you off your clothes to be nude with them on the bed. Your naked frame straddles above Gojo, lying on his back with his face buried into your bare cunt for his mouth and tongue to please you orally. Meanwhile, you suck on Getoâs girth as he leans on the pillows and headboard. Itâs his turn after sucking off Gojo (they settled this over rock-paper-scissors) and fingering you to warm you up first.
You whine of his member, Gojoâs tongue doing wonders on your delicate body. He licks on your clit just as you lap yours around Getoâs glans, and then heâll suck your pearl right as you take in the tip with pursed cheeks. Itâs such a mutual shared experience, with how Gojoâs hands wrap to your thighs to keep your chasm on his lips while you have Geto keen to your mouth and hands stroking him.Â
ââKhhhh, Jesus ChristâŠHohhh, right there, sweetieâŠâ The raven-haired one coos as you kiss your way down to his balls to suck one as you continue to jerk him. âHeh, you doing good down there, Satoru?â
The snow-haired other removes his mouth from your folds, licking your essence that sticks to his lips like honey mixed with his saliva. âHahaa, you have no idea. I could stay like this for hours,â his tongue licks your come to your clit tantalizingly slow, evoking you to almost choke on Getoâs girth. âAww, look at you trying to move from me,â Gojo brings your hips back down to him for him to swirl around your labia, his grip on your thighs refusing to submit. âDonât go anywhere, princess; Iâm not finished until you cum on my face again.â
âOhhh, shit, keep doing what youâre doing, Satoru,â Geto subtly bucks his hips, âI love the way theyâre whining on my dickâŠâ
With your puffy lips being busy in the front and your cunt being lapped and nibbled on from below, your senses are clouded by the two boys who seek nothing but your participation in experiencing pleasure. Your head gradually turns into mush with every rut to your throat and every lap around your clitoris. Itâs to no surprise that your release seeps out of your body without preparation, crying on Getoâs length as your frame quivers in euphoric bliss.Â
And if you think you couldnât get swamped enough, think again.Â
ââNnngh, fuck, Y/n, youâre gripping on my dick like crazyâŠHehe, is it because you canât look me in the face? Damn, youâre such a cutieâŠâ
Your face is nuzzled in the crook of Gojoâs neck as youâre straddling on top of him, your nude, sweaty bodies melted together to share heat. Your hips bounce up and down on his pelvis, where his rubber-covered length is scraping the walls of your vagina. His left curve grazes and jabs your sweet spots, and your body lies on top of Gojo, which brings more friction to your clitoris.Â
âHahhh, ahhnnâOhhhh!â Your phrases have doubled down to that of whimpers of pleasure, thinking straight is impossible, and your mind is too deep in a haze to focus on anything outside of whatâs happening. And itâs not like you canât stop your hips from bouncing on his shaft â youâve tried! But the moment your legs express so much as reluctance or fatigue, Gojoâs hands are right there on your ass to guide you back into the rhythm. So itâs expected when you climax on him once more, clamping onto him as you ride out another orgasmic wave. âAhhaaa! Saâtoruuu, stooohhpâhicâŠ! Iâm âoo sens' tiveee!!âÂ
âYou say that, butâhnnn! Youâre rocking those hips of yours on your own, baby.â He chuckles at your slurred speech, placing kisses on your cheek as his hands massage your asscheeks. âHoly shit, you feel so unreal; wanna fuck you raw so bad with how tight you are.âÂ
âDonât even think about it, Satoru,â you hear Getoâs voice from behind, the dent of the twin-size bed shifting with his added weight. âIf I canât go condom-less, youâre not getting any special treatment out of it either.â
âPsssh, yeah, yeah,â Gojo says with rolled azure eyes before he whispers to your ear. âCome on, angel, letâs get you prepped up.â The white-haired boyâs hands spread your butt, exposing his dick buried deep into your tight slit and your taint. Â
Geto grins salaciously. âMy, what a dirty sight for me, my love.â You chew your lips to his words, the heat in your ears causing them to ring. You then feel his fingers smothered in lube to meet your asshole, spiraling around it before inserting them one by one. Your holes instinctively contract, making Gojo hiss. âRelax, pretty girl,â he kisses your temple. âWeâre gonna make you feel so good.â
You remind your figure to calm down, allowing Geto to play with your anus for it to accommodate the next foreign limb heâll put inside. Gojo keeps kneading your butt, but he throws furtive thrusts up to your chasm to keep you on your toes. You gasp when Geto removes his digits suddenly, and now you bite your bottom lip at the contact of his cockhead touching your puckered entrance. âStay calm for me, princess. Gonna go slow just for youâŠâ
Breathing with your mouth is the only way you can function through his insertion; even after he properly lubed himself and the rubber, it never fails to amaze you how youâve been able to take in his girthy dick times before. Every inch pushed inside you feels as if your breath is pulled away, feeling both your holes become occupied. And your head goes up at the snap of Getoâs pelvis smacking on your ass, mouth agape for drool to sneak down puffy lips.Â
âHeh, there you are,â Gojo licks your spit before placing a kiss on your lips. âWhat a pretty face when youâre going dumb on our dicks, Y/n.â
You couldnât even reply in modesty because Geto immediately goes pounding your ass with hunger. Your wails come out freely at the pacing of both boys propelling themselves into you. And it doesnât help that your holes donât stop contracting on their dicks as they push, the motion making you move your clit against Gojo and having your sore nerves active again.Â
âHoly fuck,âGeto drills his cock into your taint, grinding his hips into you to make you whine aloud. He then bends to kiss your sweaty shoulder down to your spine. âYouâre so tight, Y/nâŠlike youâre gonna milk me dry.â
Words are exhilarated squeaks and shrills, your arms coming around Gojoâs neck and pressing your hot cheek on his. He snickers at how touchy you are, âHey, baby,â he coaxes you through the onslaught of ruts that quicken in tempo. âGod, you sound so fucking cute, angelâŠâÂ
ââAhhahhâŠ! Ohhh, guysss, pleaseee, slow dâOwwhhnn!!â You cry, eyes watering with the pokes and jabs on your velvety insides, the curve of Gojo scraping you in places you canât reach, and Getoâs girth having your backside completely stretched for him. Itâs all too much to focus on as your delicate bud is pressed on by your weight. ââŠNhooo, God, Iâm gonnaââ
âGonna cum, cutie?â You nod hurriedly, amusing Gojo for more chuckles. âLetâs cum together, yeah? Such a pretty girlâŠâ And then, Gojo claims your lips for a steamy, passionate kiss, bringing a hand from your bottom to place behind your head to keep you on him.Â
ââHnngh!! Wait, sweetheart, donât clamp onto me so suddenâOhh, shit, shit, shiiit,â Black hair strands fall from Getoâs shoulders as he falters at your grip. âGonna cum, tooâŠ.Gahhhââ
Your crescendo is the first to appear, howling and mewling into Gojoâs lips while your trembling figure undergoes the shocks of the deep penetration on both ends. The fluttering sensations of your cunt and anus are what prompt the two men to spill their load into you simultaneously, groaning with pleasure from your body. Your head is undoubtedly dizzy, your brain spiraling with impulses as your frame jerks with every wave of your orgasm.Â
After his climax is done, Geto slowly withdraws his cock from you. The condom filled with his essence. âPhew, that felt way too good.â
âFor real, canât get enough of this.â Gojo sighs while groping your asscheeks and kissing your forehead. âReady for another round, baby? Câmon, letâs switch before Suguru gets all crybaby on us.â His sweet tone immediately flips to narrow his eyes at Geto for throwing his used, tied condom at Gojo's face for that comment. âOh, you disgusting son of a bitchâŠâ
âShut up and switch, or else Iâll have you watch me pound Y/n for fifteen minutes.â
Being loved and obsessed by the two heartthrobs of the school is no easy work, which is evident when you canât even get to nap by yourself after the sexual activities. With Gojo spooning Geto while he spoons you, there is no rest with these two; they might as well put collars around their necks and give you their leashes with how smitten they are to be around you.
Yet, at the same time, you donât hate it â far from that. Because you know their feelings for you are genuine, you can see it in their sleeping faces as theyâre probably thinking about you in your dreams as you observe. With a smile, you place kisses on their cheeks and silently leave the bed to use their shower.Â
The warm water is just as welcoming and temperate as their love, keeping you safe and washing your anxiousness away. In your thoughts, you reflect on all the times youâve grown because of them, and it goes to show that their involvement has done substantial help for you. And for that, you are forever grateful for them and will always reciprocate their feelings as you feel the same.Â
âHey, Y/n.â
Well, minus the immediate sense of apprehension that skyrockets once you hear Getoâs voice come behind you. You turn to see his naked self coming towards you to wrap his arms around your waist. âSuguru!? IâI thought you were sleepââ
âI was until you left my arms,â he says to your ear with his dulcet voice, his hands kneading the flesh of your wet hips. âBesides, saves us a lot of time if we share the shower, right?â
âOh, Y/n~,â another voice enters the bathroom, and your dread plummets even further when Gojo opens the curtains with glee. âDonât tell me you decided to shower without mââŠOh, youâre here, too.â
âObviously,â Geto sucks his teeth at his roommate. âI live in this apartment and use this same shower, dumbass.â
Snowy eyebrows crease with irritation as Gojo enters the walk-in shower, sandwiching you between the two. âWell, donât you think itâs rude for you to use the shower when our guest is using it first?â
âI could be asking you the same thing because who told you to come here?â
âDuh! Iâm here to shower with my lover; are you stupid?â
âAre you? Donât you see a boyfriend is trying to have some alone time with their partner?â
âOh, eat horse shit.â
âCroak and die.â
You can only stand there and be mushed by the two tall boys arguing over you, unable to flee the scene as they both have their hands on you. Again, you donât hate it at all. You love them just as much as they love and adore you. They may be the school favorites; however, you are the most precious thing they wish to engage with and want to keep to themselves.
âŠBut would it kill them to give you some room once in a while!?
Jesus, how am I gonna survive with these twoâŠ
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Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) - C.K.
Synopsis. When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind:
1. How come your parents didnât trust you in charge?
2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.
Pairings. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, babysitter! Choso, male masturbation, voyeurism (from reader), Choso with nipple piercings and eyeliner hngh, unprotected, 69, choking, overstim, oral (male + female receiving), creampie, dirty talk, friends-to-lovers, Choso is down BAD and always has been, mentioned younger brother, swearing.Â
Word count. 9.0k
A/N. Gojo longfic next time because I miss my pretty blue-eyed princess.
Your younger brotherâs new babysitter was hot.
With a capital h.Â
Scarily hot, in fact, that it made you wonder why the hell people stopped having babysitters past the age of 14.
Ah, Choso Kamo, the ever-elusive eldest son of the Itadoriâs from next door. You still remember the first time you met him - well, mostly.Â
The world was rocking gently at exactly 12:34AM after a night out with your old high school friends. And so were you, stumbling tipsily into your driveway, soaking up the warm summer air.Â
Fumbling with the doorbell, you fully expected your parents to still be away on that extravagant couplesâ cruise theyâd won - one that probably cost more than your tuition.
Which also meant you expected the old lady from down the street to be babysitting tonight. Still wide awake and absolutely bursting at the seams to give you a detailed rundown about the neighborhood tea - whoâs divorcing who, and her top suspects for who stole her prized garden gnome.Â
What you certainly did not expect was for that door to swing open and to find yourself face-to-face with the most ridiculously attractive man youâve ever laid eyes on. Shirtless.
Dazed, your eyes involuntarily sweep his figure from head to toe - taking in every inch of those dark, sleep-mussed locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner, all the way down to the chiseled- oh god, were those nipple piercings?
Alas, the universe isnât on your side, and you donât get to confirm, because suddenly the door slams right in your face, almost rattling off its hinges at the force. The sound echoes in your ears as you blink in disbelief at what the fuck that was. Was that real - was he real?Â
You double check the address youâve known for years - just in case - because, hell, if you were dreaming then this was a damn good one. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on something that wonât make your head spin before reaching for the door again.
But before your finger could even graze the doorbell, it cracks open once more. The same mysterious man towered before you, this time - you note, with a tinge of disappointment - wearing a snug t-shirt that still doesnât do much to hide that godly physique.Â
âNot that mâcomplaining, but whoâre you and whyâre ya in my house?â you manage to slur out, voice betraying the shiver that runs down your spine at his intense gaze. He simply leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and expression unreadable.Â
âChoso,â he drawls lightly, eyes never leaving your face. Shit, even his voice was hot.Â
You nod slowly, mind racing as you blearily try to remember just where youâd heard that name before. Some family friend? Nah, youâd know him if that was the case. An actor? God, he sure had the looks.Â
Mercifully sensing your struggle, he clears his throat, snapping you out of your drunken reverie. âNot surprised you havenât seen me around, sweetheart, but my parents live next door.â he offers, tone laced with amusement and something else you canât place. âMâbabysitting your brother for tonight.â
You almost donât hear the second part of his explanation, because it hits you like a ton of bricks - oh shit, this was Choso? Choso either-a-hallucination-or-a-vampire Kamo?Â
In all your years of having the Itadoris as your neighbors, youâd only seen fleeting glimpses of their eldest son - a flash of black hair at the window, or a sculpted, tattooed arm waving off Yuji at the doorway. And, well, you didnât know what exactly youâd anticipated. You just didnât expect him to be soâŠhot. Or stand half-naked in front of you.
God, he made you more dizzy than the alcohol.Â
âDamn,â you mutter under your breath, more to yourself than anything. Yet Choso still hears, quirking an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. âEverything alright there?â he hums, the hint of a tease in his tone. Smug bastard.
You nod your head, clutching onto the doorframe for support as you lean in closer. âMhm, perfect.â Wait- was that a blush dusting his face? Damn, this dream just keeps getting better and better.
Liquid courage coursing through you, you bat your lashes, too tipsy to even attempt a wink, âWell, Choso, let me know if ya need any help babysitting, jusâ know Iâm always down to-âÂ
And then - perhaps to save you from the embarrassment of an awful pickup line - thatâs when the universe decides to remind you of exactly how many kamikaze shots youâve downed. The world lurches beneath you. Your hands scramble for something - anything - solid.
Ah, falling down really does feel good, especially when the ground is so warm, and soft. Smelling faintly of vanilla, with a hint of sunshine.Â
And then itâs all black.Â
To match his eyes.
---
The smell of vanilla still lingers in your mind as you slowly pry your eyes open, squinting against the harsh morning sunlight streaming in through your window. Groaning, you feel as though youâve been run over by a truck. Five of them, in fact.Â
Trying to will away the pounding headache, you bury yourself deeper into the snug covers ofâŠyour bedâŠthat youâve been tucked into?Â
Oh shit. Sitting up with a gasp, you hastily try to rub away the sleep from your pointedly makeup-less eyes, remnants of last night now flooding back to you with a surge of embarrassment.Â
Choso. Shirtless. Babysitting. Shirtless. But most importantly - your awful display of drunken flirting. The man appears once in a blue moon and you hit on him? Perfect. Great. Wonderful.Â
And just as youâre entertaining the idea of convincing your parents to move neighborhoods, you realize with a jolt that he mustâve been the one that carried you up here and took care of you. Even after all of that.Â
With a sigh, you rub your temples, wincing as it throbs at the laughter carrying from downstairs - one of them so decidedly Choso. Deep voice ringing in your ears, you can almost feel the lingering traces of his strong arms holding you flush against his chest, or the warm hands gently wiping off your eye shadow.
And it seems Choso had a penchant for interrupting your barely-lucid thoughts, because the door creaks open, ripping through the heavy silence in your room. Heart in your throat, you startle as Choso carefully steps into your room, a soft smile playing on his lips.
âGâmorning,â he says, voice so gentle that some small, strange part of you thinks you could listen to it forever. âFeeling any better?â
You offer him a sheepish grin, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at the memory of your drunken antics. âYeah, I think so. Thanks for... well, everything.â
Chuckling softly, his gaze softens as he steps closer, taking in your slightly-disheveled appearance. âIt was the least I could do, sweetheart. Now, câmon, your brother and I are making pancakes.âÂ
You fidget nervously under his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious even as he turns to leave the room at your silence. Say it, you idiot. Say it.Â
âIâm sorry,â you blurt out, words tumbling out in a rush. âI didnât mean to... yâknow, act like a Victorian man seeing a womanâs ankles for the first time-âÂ
âItâs al-â
 âI swear Iâve seen ankles-â
A large hand cradling your cheek, his thick rings searingly cold against your chin as he tilts your chin up to meet his warm gaze - and those suspiciously red cheeks. âSâalright, sweetheart. I didnât mind.âÂ
And, well, if this was his way of shutting you up then by God was it effective. Because you didnât trust yourself to speak even as Choso gives you an easy smile. Even as he withdraws his hand, the air thick with something you were too hungover to overthink about.Â
Not until he turns back to the door, flashing you a teasing smile, âBesides, it was kinda cute.â
And with that, Choso steps through the door with the audacity of someone that hadnât uttered words that sent your mind reeling.Â
As the creak of the door echoes behind him, Chosoâs warm touch still sears into your skin. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Only one thought rings clear in your hazy, still-hungover mind - one that makes your cheeks flare: this was going to be a very interesting summer.
You just didnât realize how interesting it would be. Not until two weeks, four days, and sixteen hours after you first met Choso.Â
It starts out innocently enough, taking the early shift at your internship, volunteering to help with the chores - you find yourself subconsciously making excuses to be around him whenever heâs scheduled to babysit.
Youâve probably learned everything there is to know about the man by now - from the way he likes his eggs (sunny side up) to that time he accidentally dyed his brotherâs hair neon pink while trying out a recipe for homemade hair dye.Â
Likewise, Choso happens to be the only one who knows that you were the one that accidentally caused that flood in your dorm that required five floors and two plumbers to resolve.Â
At this point, Chosoâs at your house more often than not - where Choso is, there is you, and where you are, there is Choso. And your brotherâŠand sometimes Yuji, but semantics.
âSemanticsâ are probably why you find yourself rushing home straight from your internship, ignoring every invitation for an after-work drink - to see your brother, of course. No other reason - definitely not because of the way Choso will inevitably be there too. Or because of the way his smile makes something strange coil in your stomach. Or-
Okay, maybe you speedwalked up your driveway faster than usual a little bit because of Choso. But as youâve said - semantics.
Yet, sometimes you even think thereâs a familiar flicker of something more in those dark eyes.
âŠ
Nahhh.Â
Stepping into the yard, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the deafening sounds of splashing, a smile tugs at your lips at the awfully wholesome view that greets you.
Your brother and Yuji are locked in a fierce battle, water guns being brandished like the most seasoned warriors.
And Choso - towering over everyone else - was at the epicenter of the chaos, his laughter booming over the commotion. Shirtless. Again.Â
His bare, tattooed torso gleams in the light, muscles flexing with each movement as if sculpted by the gods themselves. Droplets of water glistening on his dark hair like diamonds in the fading light.
Traitorously, your cheeks burn as you step closer, desperately trying to rip your gaze from the milky abs peeking out and the tantalizing glint of metal winking so sinfully at you under the sun.
So he does have nipple piercings.
God, you have to get your mind out of the gutter.
As you approach, Chosoâs grin widens, a playful sparkle dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he scoops up a large water balloon and takes aim, launching it with frightening accuracy in your direction.
The icy water hits you before the realization, and you squeal in surprise as the balloon connects right with your chest, seeping into your shirt. Glancing down with a startled laugh, you realize a moment too late that your once-pristine white shirt is now completely see-through.Â
Heat rushes to your cheeks, but the damage has been done. Smug bastard, you think, glancing up at Choso, slightly red-faced yet wearing a sly grin as he surveys the aftermath of his well-aimed shot.
âShoulda just told me if you wanted a peak, you lecher. This shirt was expensive, yâknow.â you call out, mock-glaring at the man that stood so infuriatingly beautifully in front of you.
Choso throws his head back in a laugh that makes something tingle all the way down from your toes to your burning cheeks. âMaybe you shoulda just kept your guard up, sweetheart,âÂ
You scoff, âMaybe you should stop being a distraction then.â
His grin widens, reaching for another nearby water balloon, âSânot my fault youâre so easily distracted. No need to be a sore loser.â
âOh, itâs on now.â
âWell, well, looks like we have a new contender in the water war,â Choso remarks mischievously to the kids, gesturing towards you. Yeah, really smug bastard.
Ah, what the hell. This shirt was on sale anyway.
---
Now, Choso knows youâre hot - always has.
Ever since that first day he moved in next door, when he stumbled upon you sunbathing in your backyard wearing that sinful bikini. And, well, after hours of moving boxes upon boxes of Yujiâs dumbbells, the mere sight of you was like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him.Â
But, especially now - all drenched and disheveled. Your shirt sticking to your curves like a second skin in all the ways that should be illegal - and also makes some strange part of him slightly jealous. Beaming smile directed right at him - shit, this might as well just be the final nail on his coffin. Death by you.
Amidst the chaos and confusion, you're a force to be reckoned with. Choso can barely tear his eyes off of you, breathless and victorious in pure adrenaline-fueled bravado, declaring âBeg for mercy and Iâll let you off easy, Choso.â
âKinky, but absolutely not, sweetheart.â
Clutching a particularly large water balloon, raising your hand high high high - hurtling it straight at him with an unapologetic smirk, âThen, better run for your life.â
Oh? Maybe Choso was a masochi- what was that-Â
A flash of his favorite lacy pink, your poor buttons faltering at the sheer force of your throw. Choso doesnât even feel the cold splash! square on his chest as heâs drenched icily from head to toe. Too transfixed.
Too focused on trying not to make it obvious heâs mentally calculating the chances of your shirt coming off altogetherâŠ
Eyes locked on the sliver of soft skin peeking out at him. Only registering you and the traitorous rush of heat flooding his cheeks - and his cock - as he averts his gaze, internally smacking himself for letting his thoughts wander into such dangerous territory.Â
Both thanking and cursing the gods above, Choso realizes with a pang that heâs not just screwed, heâs absolutely twisted, tangled, and tied up in knots.
So utterly screwed, in fact, that he probably needs to make a quick run to the bathroom now.
Like, right now.
Shit.Â
With a muttered excuse of a bathroom break, each step more urgent than the last, Choso canât help but wonder if the water balloon incident was some sort of cosmic punishment for his wandering thoughts. Some divine intervention from his ancestors for being such a pussy around you all these years.
And as he slams that bathroom door closed, bunches his pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, and takes his throbbing cock in his hands, Choso thinks he might just see the gates of heaven - well, at least heâll be able to give his ancestors a piece of his mind there.
With a groan, he leans against the closed door, eyes scrunching shut as he takes his swollen cock in his fist. Leaking hot precum and glistening in the dim bathroom light. He grips the base tightly, pulsing and achingly hard for you.Â
Cold rings searing against his skin, Choso wastes no time - wanting to get this over with and join you again more than anything - starting up a hasty, desperate pace up and down his length that makes his knees buckle. Tighter on the base, just teasing his furiously flushed tip. Pink. Pink to match your bra.
With you so sinfully soaked through, wearing that goddamn lacy bra out there, Choso wasnât as strong a man to possibly get you out of his mind. He canât help but imagine your sultry smile, how it would look wrapped around his cock.Â
Arm straining now, a shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his throbbing erection. âShit.â he breathes, âJ-jusâ like that, sweetheart.âÂ
Head only filled with you, and your lips and you-
He milks his base tighter - would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you choke around his cock?Â
One hand pulls in urgent, jerky little moves that have his hips bucking into his fist. The other reaches up muffle the fucked out moans leaving his swollen lips. God, it would take everything it had in him to not fuck up into your pretty lilâ mouth. Watch you cock-drunk and taking him so well.Â
Or maybeâŠ
Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Choso fights back a groan as he reaches a hand up to teasingly thumb under his slit. Delicate beads of precum dripping onto the cold tile with a deafening drip! drip! drip! Smearing at the way he rubs maddening little circles under that one spot, grazing his sensitive veins.Â
Maybe youâd be a a fucking tease - run your tongue under his pulsing head so agonizingly slow. Knowing you, youâd probably pull away as soon as he bucks his hips into your mouth. Lips swollen and glossed prettily with his precum as you whisper, âNow now, baby. If you donât act like a good boy then you wonât get to cum~â
âSh-shit, hah-â Choso thinks heâs going insane, he can practically hear your hums as you kiss along his length, tongue darting out to trace his throbbing veins so obscenely. Flicking at his sensitive head. Eyes sparkling - ready to positively devour him.Â
All for him.Â
Itâs too much.Â
âAh- Ngh, fuck.â he moans hoarsely, letting out a low, fucked-out little call of your name. âMore. Need m-more, sweetheart.âÂ
Body shuddering violently, sweat dripping from his brow, Chosoâs thighs quiver as he fucks his fist at an almost-animalistic pace. Chasing his release with reckless abandon.Â
Chosoâs heart pounds wildly in his chest as he tries - and fails - to maintain control. Raspy whines of your name escape through the crevices of his fingers, cracking ever-so-slightly in a way he knows heâd be embarrassed about if he was in a better state of mind.Â
Giving up his futile attempt, long fingers snake down below to cradle his balls in a way he knows youâd do better. Tugging and pulling at a jerky rhythm that matches his hand.Â
Some tiny, practical part of his brain hopes - prays - that you wonât call off the water fight early and come up to check on him. He knows he should hurry up, he knows heâs fucked if you ever found out. Shit, he should bake you apology cookies tomorrow.
But fuck are so you perfect for him. Voice so pretty and eyes so warm as you turn your gaze to his undeserving self. Heâd kill to see if you still look at him that way when - if - he absolutely ruins you.
Would you be able to take all of him? Would you pout adorably until he shoves his dick down your throat? Gagging as he hits the back of your throat over and over - oh how Choso would love to mess up your mascara. Heâd fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on his dick if he could.Â
âCum fâme, baby.â youâd mewl, and shit would he burn down this entire world to hear you call him that. âMm, fill me up with your cum, wanâ taste you, baby-â
âFuck,â he curses again, voice thick with need, and tight balls twitching so sensitively. âFuck...fuck fuck fuck. Mâgonna cum- shit- gonna cum, sweetheart.â
You - all see-through white shirts and lacy bras that drive him wild. Giggling with the audacity of someone who isnât making him slowly lose his sanity. You with prettily lips painted white with his seed. Cum and saliva mixing into a lewd pool on the sterile tile as you suck the soul out of him.Â
You.Â
And then heâs cumming.Â
A raw, drawled-out keen of your name and heâs spilling into his fist. Thick, hot spurts of cum that paint his palms white in a way he wishes he could do to you. And behind his closed eyes all he sees is you - you you you-
You, dragging out his orgasm so torturously, lips decorated with his seed, dribbling down to your lacy pink bra, gushing so lewdly down your ready throat. You with your eyes dazed, lips swollen and quirking up into a fucked-out smile as he does so well for you - cumming, all for you.
You, with your wide eyes and disgust on your face as you realize just what heâd been doing on this suspiciously long âbathroom breakâ.
Shit.
Body still twitching with the shockwaves of probably one of the Top 5 orgasms of his life, Choso all but collapses against the bathroom door, panting heavily, utterly spent. For a moment, he lies there, wondering if this is what heaven truly felt like.
But as the euphoria of his high ebbs away into nothing but mere tingles, a slight wave of nausea crashes over him.Â
Sighing, Choso reaches for the paper towels, ready to clean up his mess. If only you were there to milk him dry then he wouldnât have to-
âŠ
God, he was definitely baking you apology cookies tomorrow.Â
Now, when it started drizzling shortly after Choso left, you took it upon yourself to usher the kids back home and hand over his t-shirt personally like the good samaritan you are - out of the goodness of your heart, of course.Â
Not for any reason whatsoever because you were hoping to get at least one more glimpse of those sinful nipple piercings up-close.
âŠ
Okay, perhaps there was a slight ulterior motive involved.Â
Either way, what youâd expected was for a flash of silver as you handed over his drenched t-shirt. Or maybe that familiar easy smile to warm you up from the icy water.
Literally anything but to find yourself frozen outside the bathroom door, cunt dripping, and ears ringing with the muffled echoes of his pornographic groans.
At first, completely mortified, your fight or flight instinct had kicked in as you realized just what those rhythmic, fucked-out little grunts meant. Only for you to choose neither option - staying rooted to your spot with the utterance of one, simple, word - your name.
Confusion whirls in your mind almost as much as the throbbing in your cunt, knees weakening. Heart thumping louder and louder in your ears at each whine of your name. Shivers running down your spine - all the way to your wet cunt as it really sets in that this was Choso. And he was fucking his fist in your bathroom. To you.
And you didnât mind?
In fact, you find yourself leaning against the door, thighs squeezing together - mere inches away from where you imagined him slumped against it. Soft strands sticking to his forehead, cock hot and heavy, aching for release. Ragged breathing as if caught off guard by the intensity of his own pleasure. Broken whispers of your name leaving him over and over-
Really, you know you should give him your privacy. But if the white-hot ropes of pleasure running up your spine are anything to go by then, well, is it really that bad?
You have half the mind to just reach down down down - just a little release. Almost jealous of Choso-
Click!
Youâre sure you could rival Usain Bolt with the way you ran down those stairs. Cheeks flaring, his damp t-shirt still clutched tightly in your hand. Mind racing with only one thought - this little fuck wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.
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You can barely remember what transpired after your little discovery. You couldnât decide who looked more dazed - you or Yuji, who was being practically dragged out that front door as Choso exited hastily with vague mentions of baking and cookies
And in the ringing silence that followed after that front door slammed, you couldnât help the smirk that found itself onto your face. This was going to be fun.
But if thereâs anything youâve learned about Choso - itâs that even after twenty-something years on planet Earth, that man can not take a hint.
You somewhat had an inkling after the fifth time you decided to sunbathe in just a skimpy bikini at exactly when you knew heâd be watching. Well, you might not have gotten any reaction other than an extremely flushed face at the window, but at least you knew heâd have more very fun bathroom breaks.
Hell, one time you even bought ice lollies for the whole house - but especially Choso. Making sure those dark eyes followed every lick and trail of it dripping down your fingers under the scorching summer sun. Ultimately resulting in nothing more but a heavy gulp and for his ice lolly to hit the grass faster than it could even begin to melt.Â
Ugh, should you get your brother to start another water fight? That went down well last time.Â
Itâs only after another failed attempt at trying to get him alone and a few hours of deliberating whether you should ship your interrupting brother off on a cruise too that you realize you have to get out the big guns.
âThe big gunsâ being stealthily organizing a sleepover for your brother at the Itadoris, then inviting Choso over for a movie night. Simple, right? And, well, if anyone asked, you could just say the movie just so happened to be rated R.Â
It wasnât too hard to convince your brother that a sleepover with Yuji would be the best thing since sliced bread. The excitement in his voice palpable as he agreed, not suspecting a thing.
You just didnât think it would be even easier to convince Choso to come over with a simple playful text of âNetflix no chill. Haha jkâŠunless?â But then again, when has Choso not surprised you?
And that night, as your brother eagerly headed off to Yujiâs place, you couldnât help but feel a slight pang of guilt - but, hey, it was for a good cause, right?Â
Itâs a win-win either way - your brother gets to spend the night with a friend and you get to be here, so achingly close to Choso on that couch. So close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, stealing glances at his sharp profile as the conversation flows easily about the movie playing on screen.
Shifting ever-so-slightly closer, electricity crackling between you two was palpable. You smile in anticipation, after all - you werenât lying about the movie being rated R.
Now, Choso certainly didnât come over to your house tonight expecting a wholesome rerun of Cars 2. However, he also wasnât expecting the blockbuster action movie to suddenly unfold into something so steamy.
Goddamn lecherous directors and their goddamn pervy movies.
Eyes firmly trained on the ground, instead of the actress currently fake-moaning dramatically onscreen, Choso tries to ignore the subtle shift of your hips or the way the temperature in the room has currently increased by about 10 degrees. Or the way your moans would sound a million times prettier in his ears.
Alas, Choso was not a strong man, and he especially tries to will away the blood rushing straight to his cock right now - but how could he? You were such a vision of temptation, so close and warm and close to him on the couch.
This was absolute torture.Â
âGod, this is so painfully fake. Donât you think so?â your voice rips through the deafening silence between you two, tone careful and balanced, startling Choso out of his little reverie.
His eyes flicker hastily to meet yours, and for a moment, he seems caught off guard by your sudden interruption. âOh, yeah.â voice rough with a hint of nervousness. âIâve seen better performances in middle school plays.â
You nod, the tension between you thickening as you lock eyes. âI mean, who even writes this stuff?â you continue, leaning in even closer to Choso, words positively dripping in sarcasm. âItâs like theyâve never actually had sex before.â
Choso lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he shifts subtly in his seat - but not subtly enough. Because you catch the way he desperately tries to adjust his now-uncomfortably tight pants. Success.Â
âYeah, exactly,â he clears his throat, ripping his gaze away from yours.
You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - exactly where you wanted him.Â
A sudden rush of adrenaline courses through your veins, and you lean even closer to the man. Not even a hairâs breadth between you two - you relish in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm.Â
âChoso, just a thought.â you hum casually, lips mere inches from his ear. âWanna recreate the scene better?â
His breath hitches at your words, muscles rippling so deliciously beneath your touch. âDo you know what youâre saying?â he rumbles, lowly. Eyes darkened and unreadable.
You smile, heart pounding against your chest as your lips brush against his earlobe. âAbsolutely.â
It was like something snapped.
Because then heâs kissing you. And youâre kissing him. Because goddammit you havenât spent the last month sneaking glances at those pretty lips for nothing.
Movie completely forgotten, Choso is warm under your touch - all sculpted chest and urgent pulses as his lips kiss you dizzyingly. Groaning lowly as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.
He breathes you in with an infectious desperation that bleeds into his hands, wandering every inch of your skin - as if he didnât have enough time. And he probably didnât. Distantly, Choso thinks that no time in the world would be enough to absolutely fucking wreck you the way he wanted to.
Large, hurried hands grope your chest, squeezing so teasingly in a way that almost made you think he was trying to feel out what bra you were wearing - lacy pink. His favorite, of course.
You minx.
Urgently tugging the hem of your tight shirt over your arms, Choso tosses it god-knows-where. Mouth watering as he pulls away to greedily take in the heavenly view of your heaving chest - the same one heâs shamelessly fucked his fist to for too long.
God, you were perfect. With a soft, little oh! Choso leans down to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach. Nipping, and tugging lightly. Relishing in the way you whine for his lips again.
Threading a hand through his soft hair, you lightly pull him back to you. Breath fanning his face, lips ghosting over his own.
âKiss me, you fool.â
And, well, Choso didnât have to be asked twice. Molding his mouth against yours once more. Letting your lips part, you intertwine your tongue so sinfully with his. He tastes just like he looks - so intoxicatingly delicious.
With a breathy sigh, he lightly taps the curve of your ass. Hands lingering for far longer than necessary, kneading the flesh in a way that has your skin searing.Â
You get the signal. Urgently, you loop your legs around his waist. âChoso- bed.â you whisper, muffled in-between kisses. âNow.â
Shivers run down your spine at the way he chuckles darkly, âHonestly, sweetheart. I donât even hah- know if weâll make it there.â Mumbling against your lips, âWould you kill me if I take you right here right now?â
âIâll kill you if you donât fucking do something.â you hiss, words dripping in desperation. Ah, but Choso, ever the merciful man, shuts up whatever other retort on the tip of your tongue with his own. Kissing you with almost-bruising intensity as he gets up from his seat. Strong arms securely wrapped underneath you, holding you flush against his warm skin.
Choso doesnât pull away even once as he hastily makes the route to your room. And honestly, with the speed at which your back hits the soft mattress, bouncing at the sheer force at which you two fell on top, you wouldnât even be surprised if he teleported there.
Now safely in the confines of your room, you all but rip off Chosoâs snug t-shirt. Those familiar obscene nipple piercings winking at you under the dim lighting in greeting.Â
âAlways wanted to do this.â you murmur, surging forward as if on autopilot. Lips latching delicately onto the pretty pink nipples, tasting the cold metal on your tongue.Â
âOh- oh, fuck. A-always knew you had a thing hah- fâmy piercings, sweetheart.â Choso breathes out, letting you have your fun. His favorite bra now at the foot of your bed. Fingers deftly sneaking under your skirt, blood rushes straight to his cock as he feels the positively soaked state of your panties - if you could even call them that.Â
Sanity snapping, he immediately flings off your skirt. Throwing it somewhere across the room with no care or concern for where it ends up. All so he could look down at oh-
Oh god, if you had to describe Chosoâs face as he takes in the sight before him - it would be absolutely losing his sanity. Your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing - all for him.
Strings of slick trail down your thighs as Choso hooks one, long finger under your slutty g-string, tugging impatiently.
You keen as the cold air hits your dripping cunt. Yet Chosoâs eyes stay locked hungrily on the sticky fabric intertwined around his fingers âGuess you were expecting this, huh?â he murmurs, voice thick with desire.Â
Scoffing, you buck your hips up for something - anything. âIâve been wanting to fuck you since that first night I hit on you, yâknow,â you admit, the heady air of your room melting away any reservations you had previously.Â
And that seems to snap Choso out of his trance - eyes flickering over to you, darkened with something so carnal that it makes your cunt throb. âOh yeah?â he mumbles, swiftly stuffing the g-string in his pocket before leaning down, hot breath hitting your ear. âNow, what was that pick-up line you were gonna say that night?âÂ
You gasp in embarrassment, heat flooding to your cheeks at the memory. âWha- that doesnât matter. I was drunk and-â
Smack!
The delicious sting on your ass hits you before the realization that Choso smacked you. He smacked you. Even later do you realize that you like it - slick beading so obscenely at your sloppy hole.
âWhat was it, sweetheart?â
You shudder at the tone that leaves no room for argument. The words tumbling out of you as Choso caresses soothingly over the handprint on your ass. âI- itâs stupid. I was gonna say that Iâm down to sit on your face, baby.â
âThought so,â he grins, pulling away from the dizzying proximity. Shifting - well, more like manhandling - you to flip positions.Â
God, you could almost sink into his muscles as he lays back on your bed. Voice low and dangerous as he utters words that go straight to your dripping pussy, âNow, sit on mâface.â
And before you know it, you find yourself hastily straddling Chosoâs pretty face. Hands snaking down his milky abs, lips kissing along his tattoos, catching purposefully on his sensitive nipples.Â
Warm breath fanning your quivering cunt, he reaches up to cup your ass, nudging your needy core to his mouth. Kneading. Groping.Â
Not stopping his ministrations even when your slick oozes slowly, torturously through your swollen folds and onto his awaiting tongue. A maddening drip! drip! drip! ringing in your ears above your thundering heartbeat.
Choso groans at the mouthwatering sight above him. You - spread so shamefully open for him and clenching around nothing.Â
âLuckily for you, sweetheart, wanted you to sit on mâface ever since I saw you.â sweet juices flowing down his throat, words muffled against your throbbing lips.Â
He barely even gets the words out before heâs surging forward. Licking a long, languid stripe up your heated folds. Again. And again. Faster at the pretty moans that spill from your lips.
Pushing his tongue in between your slit, past that first, tight ring of muscle. Bullying it deeper and deeper. Chin pressing against your throbbing clit, ravaged at each movement of his face.Â
He caresses your warm walls, relishing so filthily at the way you clamp down on him in surprise. âHngh- oh shit, baby. Ah-â
Your sweet moans are music in his ears and shit - you called him âbabyâ. Itâs as if every wet dream heâs ever had has come to life as Choso dips in and out at a ruthless pace. Pulling out to tease your dripping entrance, pushing past mercilessly into your plushy walls. In and out in and out in and out-
His cock strains so painfully against his pants at the way your sloppy hole sucks his tongue in so obscenely - almost as if it hurts to part. Tongue fucking you the way he wishes he could with his cock right now.
âOh- Hah- Choso! Fuck, baby. Sâgood.â your body arches into his absolutely depraved tongue.Â
Desperate whines spilling incessantly from your mouth at the way he quirks his tongue up just right to graze that spot he knew would have you grinding down on him for more. âAh! Right there - jusâ like that!â
As if he knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to break you. You almost donât notice the mindless, shallow little thrusts of his hips into your open palm. Almost.
Eyes snapping open at the tremors, you reach a hand across his quivering thighs. All the way down towards the very obvious dark patch on his pants - right where his furiously hard tip was leaking thick, relentless precum that made your mouth water.Â
Oh, how youâd kill to taste him - see if the rest of him is as intoxicating as his mouth is.
So you do.Â
Choso was so pussy-drunk in-between your thighs that you think he barely notices the way you fumble with his belt. Shakily pulling those pants down just enough to glimpse the rock-hard erection that those boxers do nothing to hide.Â
âShit,â you whisper, voice strained with need.Â
You always imagined Choso had a big cock - but this was ridiculous. Your pussy clenches in both nervousness and anticipation as you imagined the delicious stretch of him splitting you apart on it. Breaking you.Â
And thatâs probably when Choso notices - you clamping down so filthily on his tongue.Â
âOh?â he rasps, voice sending white-hot vibrations of pleasure right up your spine. âDidnât think you were so desperate for my cock, sweetheart. Gonâ make me cum, hm?â
Now, youâve always thought of yourself as a woman of action rather than empty words. Which is probably why you urgently pull down his boxers. Chosoâs painfully hard erection springs out, hitting his lower abs.Â
You take a moment to admire the long, heavy cock in your hands - a deliciously pretty pink on top, furiously leaking glistening precum. Saliva pooling in your mouth - you shove it as far down your throat as you possibly could.Â
Oh, how many times in his life has Choso imagined this moment right here. In the shower, right before bed, right after waking up too. Youâre really a dream come to life.Â
A startled, strangled moan of your name leaves Chosoâs kiss-bitten lips as you take him all in one go. Only to pull back and spit once- twice on his throbbing cock. The steady stream of spit cool - followed so maddeningly by the warm heat of your mouth once more. You start up a torturous, filthy pace bobbing your head up and down on his cock.
He strains his head to catch a glimpse - even just one - of your nose pressed against his pelvis. Breathing in the heady scent at the tufts of hair at the bottom, already wet with precum and spit. His dirty girl.Â
Popping off with a lewd squelch, âFeels good, baby?â
âFeels perfect.â
But he wasnât gonna fall far behind.
Immediately attaching his lips with yours once more, Choso dives nose-deep in your dripping cunt. Rolling your throbbing clit in between his lips. Flicking his tongue along the sensitive bud in a way that makes your head feel so light. He alternates between a slow, languid torture on your clit and fucking into you unforgivingly.
Your movements stutter as you teasingly lick at his sensitive slit. The salty flavor of his precum is probably your favorite taste now. That bastard.
Reaching down, you cup his heavy balls, massaging the tender flesh in harsh, hasty circles that match your mouth down his length - up and down up and down up and-
Muffled moans and lewd squelching filling the heated room. A rhythmic, sinful cadence that both of you were losing your sanity to. Movements more frantic now. Desperate to make the other cum. Desperate to be first.
Letting out soft, raw grunts, Choso fucks up his throbbing erection into your mouth. Your eyes water as his tip abuses the back of your throat. And it makes you wish you could see how messy he looked right now. All smudged eyeliner and slick-glossed lips.Â
Gagging around him, a mixture of drool and precum drips sinfully down the corner of your mouth as you increase your pace, pooling messily on his lower abs. Sloppy - so sloppy.
So it only made sense that your orgasms were the same.Â
Pleasure dizzyingly overwhelming, you gush around Chosoâs mouth with a stifled squeal. Stars behind your eyes, vision blurring, mind blanking - the only things you register being the languid tongue lapping up at your sweet juices and the guttural groan of what sounds like your name as Choso shoots thick, hot spurts of his cum down your throat.Â
Throat burning as the salty taste fills your senses, you milk his cock for more more more- his dick pulsing and stuttering in your mouth. Cum staining the fresh sheets below - a problem for later.Â
Right now all you were focused on was riding out your high, grinding almost animalistically on Chosoâs pretty face.Â
Youâve barely removed yourself from him with a lewd pop! before Chosoâs wrestling you back onto the mattress. Two fingers squishing your cheeks into an embarrassing pout, cold rings digging into your skin. The other hand snaking in between your thighs to play with your still-twitching cunt.Â
âDidnât say we were done yet, sweetheart.â he mutters. You werenât done - no, far from it. Because fuck a refractory period - both of you were going to take all you could get.
And before you can think of anything else, Choso is leaning down, hand prying your lips apart for him into a brutal kiss. Teeth clashing, lips bruising. He forces his tongue down your throat. Tasting himself before you barely get a chance to taste him as well.Â
âHah- fuck-â you flinch as he swears into your bruised lips. âSo fuckinâ sweet. You taste so good sweetheart.â The sheer debauchery and ache of his cock too much for him.Â
Tasting him. Tasting you. Both a heady flavor that leaves you yearning for more.Â
You bite down on his bottom lip in retaliation, relishing in the drawn-out groan that rumbles into your mouth at this. The kiss is feral. Itâs animalistic. It leaves you feeling so fucking dirty.Â
And you barely recognise the dazed, predatory glint in Chosoâs eyes as he pulls away, his mind clearly miles away as he spits once. Twice. Three times on your face.
The wads of saliva and cum hit your face with a warm, wet jolt. You whine at the way it seeps into your skin, dripping down your cheeks so fucking obscenely. Pooling at the sheets below in a way that makes you feel sorry for whoever had a shift at the laundromat tomorrow.
âNow, what do we say, sweetheart?â
A fucked-out, delirious smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you realize - yeah, you wouldnât have it any other way. âThank you.â
Not even when Choso lets out a dark chuckle, throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders and manhandling you so that youâre splayed out so shamefully for him. Dripping cunt spread for his greedy gaze and clenching around nothing - aching for him. Begging for him.
Not even when he lines up his still-rock hard cock at your entrance, tip - angry and red - weeping so desperately as he nudges at your sloppy hole. Dragging his head along your folds collecting every bead of slick, just grazing your pulsing clit. Every muscle in your body trembling and anticipating what was to come.
You mewl at the stretch as he presses in - deliciously painful, boderling insane, and exactly what you wanted right now. Splitting you apart on his throbbing cock.Â
And especially not when he bottoms out inside you in one, harsh thrust. Burying himself inside your sloppy walls till his twitching balls smack against your ass.Â
âAh- hngh- oh fuckkk.â you keen in both pain and pleasure - broken, raw moans leaving you uncontrollably. But not for long, because suddenly Chosoâs shoving two ringed fingers in your mouth, bullying their way inside till youâre gagging and moaning around them.Â
Pressing right at that spot on the back of your tongue that makes your eyes tear up so prettily. Hey, if he couldnât see you choking on his cock properly, the least he could do is see you choking on his fingers, right?
âNow now, wouldnïżœïżœïżœt want anyone else to hear, hm? Our brotherâs would get worried.â he chuckles. Pure, dark amusement in his eyes as he takes in your swollen lips, the teartracks down your cheeks, how utterly beautiful and debauched you look underneath him. So much better than any lust-hazed imagination of his.
And yet, even when youâre being gagged and split apart on his cock, you find it in yourself to be mouthy. Words muffled around his thick fingers as you raise a brow. âThereâs no one else home, though?.â
The corners of Chosoâs lips lift into a devilish grin, âThe neighbors, sweetheart.â
His tone is teasing, but thereâs an undercurrent of seriousness that sends a chill down your spine. Heâs just joking, right? Right?
âWha-â
And probably because he was losing his patience - and partly to shut you up - Choso begins to move.
Pushing past the resistance, beginning to fuck into you in shallow, uncontrollable movements of his hips. Just little motions to get him off, groaning at how sinfully tight you were - the way you were sucking him up so good.
Next time, Choso thinks, reaching down a hand to draw tight, little circles on your poor, abused clit - next time heâll fuck you right. Hours upon hours of teasing you so you donât know what it feels like when youâre empty without him.Â
But fuck does he think he could just about pass out right now.
Thereâs no going back now. Choso fucks you in a way that makes you feel so deliciously filthy. Plunging into your heated cunt with no restraint. Thrusts positively savage.
Pulling all the way back so that his leaking tip just barely kisses your sloppy entrance, slamming down down down, Choso fucks you at a merciless pace. Relishing the delicious stretch of your cunt as he thrusts into you with a desperation that surpasses the need for reason.Â
âSh-shit, sweetheart. God, sâtight. better than I ever couldâve imagined.â he moans breathlessly, brows furrowing, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of you milking the absolute soul out of him just too much.
âOh, yeah- wanted this for so long-â
You yelp every time he rams his cock into you, the smacking of his toned pelvis against your thighs stinging almost as deliciously as his tip kissing your cervix. The obscene slapping of skin on skin makes your cheeks burn - both pairs as his heavy balls smack against your ass each time he shoves his throbbing cock into you.
And because you canât leave him alone, of course, you find your nails digging harshly into his muscled shoulders.Â
Pulling him impossibly closer. You want more. You need more.Â
Maybe you say those words out loud - you donât even know anymore, too delirious and cock-drunk from Choso and your last orgasm and Choso - because his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, mouth falling open into a small oh. Your cunt twitches at the surprised, fucked-out little laugh that leaves him, âMore? My sweetheart wants more?â
And, as youâve come to learn with Choso - anything you want, you will get.Â
âThen fucking- take it.â he grunts lowly, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust of into your plush walls that sends both of you spiraling deeper and deeper into insanity.
And God does he make you take it. Every inch of him fills you, stretching you beyond your limits - both your cunt and your senses as he leans down to bury his head into your neck, hips moving so sloppily, hiking your leg further up his shoulder. The change in angle making you see stars.
Your hips buck up in tandem with his, uncontrollable little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. You whimper in pleasure and overstimulation into the heady room, âYes. Yes yes yes- wanâ cum. Need more. Need you-â
âFuck- Hngh-â is all he manages to gasp out, pleasure overwhelming his sensitive cock. Chosoâs balls twitch almost painfully as they keep smacking your ass. Brain still not keeping up with his body because shit, this is all heâs wanted for years, the least he could do is make you cum before him.
âSh-shit, sweetheart.â he rasps into your heated skin, âSo close- mâ so close.â
You all but sob at his words, âMâtoo- hngh- ah, mâgonna cum, baby.â
You didnât expect the petname to be what breaks him, but then again you didnât think there was anything more left to break. Because Choso groans gutturally, cock twitching inside you âShit, youâre driving mâcrazy, yâknow that?â
âI know.â you mewl, voice breaking at the way he increases his frenzied pace on your clit. You could barely even call them circles, just filthy little movements to get you closer and closer to the edge. So close. You writhe beneath him, desperate for release.
And what you didnât expect was for Choso to connect his sweaty forehead with yours. You take a second to admire just how beautiful he is - all smudged eyeliner, tousled hair, your release still shining on the lower half of his face, and yours. All yours. You could probably stare at the sight forever.
Chosoâs hot breath fans your face as he moans breathlessly against your lips, words slurring together as he ruts into you mindlessly, âAlways did, yâknow?â
âI know.â
âNo- yâdonât hah- understand, I- for so long fuck- I-â
âChoso, just kiss me.â
And then youâre kissing him. And heâs kissing you like youâre the most precious thing on Earth. A slow, tender little dance that doesnât match the way he rams his cock inside you.Â
And then youâre cumming. Stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - clamping down desperately on the harsh, jerky movements of his glistening cock that fuck you so sinfully like his little slut.Â
White-hot pleasure runs down your spine, or maybe that was Choso - painting your insides the prettiest white youâve ever seen. Shooting thick, hot ropes of his seed into your waiting pussy. A creamy ring forming around his base as he spills his cum into your snug cunt as he moans against your lips.
Itâs messy. Itâs sloppy. And as Choso fills you to the brim, hips still unforgiving, seed dribbling out of your dripping pussy at the way it was so overfilled - you think that itâs all you could ever want.Â
As his cock twitches finally, exhaustedly - and you distantly wonder how the fuck it isnât seizing up - Choso collapses onto you, thoroughly fucked-out. Finally pulling out with an obscene squelch, you hiss lowly at the pool of cum that forms beneath you. Gushing out of you sinfully.Â
A weighty silence in the air as you both try to catch your breaths.
In the haze of your orgasm you realize that even after all that transpired, he still isnât laying his full bodyweight on you.
Too afraid to break you.
To break whatever this tender little understanding in the air was.
And it makes some part of your heart clench so delightfully. Subconsciously, you thread a hand through his damp hair, breathing in that familiar smell of vanilla and sunshine - and the heady scent of something so Choso. It makes you intertwine your body so impossibly close with his, not knowing where one of you ends and the other starts.
âMy parents are coming home tomorrow.â you start, casually.Â
âMhm. But Iâll still be around here, sweetheart.â Choso rumbles into the crook of your neck. Kissing soothingly over the marks heâd made in the heat of the moment - some carnal little part of him proud of the way you looked like you were fucking thrown to a pack of wolves.Â
Words hiding a tense little fear beneath them as you probe further. Something prickly and scared rolling around in your stomach. âFor babysitting?â
âNope.â
Settling deeper into the covers, basking in the afterglow of him. You know you should get up and clean, but right now this was all you wanted. And maybe no other words were needed.Â
âGod, am I glad your parents arenât home.âÂ
Except maybe those.Â
You chuckle as you pull back to stare into those deep, dark eyes. Cheeks flaring at the tender little warmth in them much more than they had when he was fucking you so sinfully. A devious idea coming to mind - because now that you got a taste, you were absolutely hooked.
Choso Kamo was absolutely intoxicating.
âWell, we still have time so how about-â
A distant click!
âHoney, weâre home~!â
Shit.
A/N. Fun fact this was originally supposed to be called Timeout! but it was giving too much me during beep test.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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