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A FOR APHRODISIACS | CHOSO KAMO.

SYNOPSIS ──── your beloved boyfriend has always been insatiable when it came to you. but how long will his self control hold when you slip him an aphrodisiac at an event and tell him to behave?

CONTENT WARNINGS ──── (accidental) use of aphrodisiacs, established relationship, light sub/dom dynamics, teasing, groping, slight exhibitionism and dry humping. choso cums in his pants.

NAYA'S INNER MONOLOGUE ──── oh em gee, it's here! first piece to kick off the start of kinktober! i will previse that this is a little more tamer compared to the fics that are still to come, but will be just as spicy and indulge you dear reader. let me know what you think! i adore interacting with you guys through the comments/ my inbox or reading your feedback via reblogs! enough of my yapping... enjoy a for aphrodisiacs!

WORD COUNT ──── 2.8K

LINKS ──── this story is available to read on ao3 here. find the full kinktober masterlist here.

Chocolates. It all started with some chocolates. Aphrodisiacs, actually. Ones you had bought online and set on the counter, momentarily forgetting about them as you prepared for your night with your boyfriend, fully intent on giving them to him on another occasion. Working in corporate barely had benefits — a night out on the company’s credit cards and an excuse to have as much booze as you pleased was one of the rare exceptions. You barely paid the glittery box any mind as you were waltzed away by a dashing looking Choso who awaited you at the door of your apartment, decked out in a suit and tie for the black tie event, completely dismissing the skew lid and the fact that his lips tasted faintly of strawberry chocolate when the two of you left.

Even from the get go you could already tell that keeping your hands off of him tonight was going to a mission of its own - he looked absolutely delectable in his suit, the jacket hanging over one arm, sleeves rolled up to just below his elbows, his hair tied back in a messy bun, a few strands gently tickling his jaw, thick arms straining against the cotton material as he speaks, waving his hands around and laughing along to something your colleague said. He’s catching your gaze from across the room, stolen little glances that you knew would get you in trouble later, but he couldn’t help it, not when every delicious curve he’s traced countless times is hugged by your dress, leaving little to his imagination because the image of your naked figure has been imprinted into the grooves of his brain, impossible to ever think about forgetting. This all feels like a game of cat and mouse, one that Choso was not intent on losing in the slightest, your body, mind and moans the ultimate prize when the two of you got home tonight.

The conference room hums with life - light conversation, flowing bubbly, occasional laughter and the sound of glasses clinking every now and then. The iridescent glow of chandeliers bathed the crowd in warm, golden light, casting an elegant sheen over everything and softening the usual harsh edges of your boyfriend where he’s caught up with a group of male co-workers, pretending to nod along to whatever they were saying but his attention was miles away from the conversation at hand. You were the picture of his entire world and more, moving effortlessly among the guests, your laughter light, your smile gracious, his eyes searching for you with each movement you made, devouring you whole with every heated glance. But there was something else beneath the surface—something simmering, invisible to everyone else in the room except for him.

He stood across the room, his gaze fixed on you, your lips, your laugh, everything you did or said captured his attention in an iron fist and refused to let go. The suit he wore was perfectly tailored, every inch of him oozing control, but you could see it despite his attempts at sheltering his true intentions, you knew him far too well —the slight tension in his posture, the dark heat smoldering behind his eyes, the tight grip around the champagne glass that looked as if it was seconds away from shattering in his palm. He knew. He could feel it already, the slow burn of the aphrodisiac spreading through his veins, tightening his chest, quickening his pulse, sending blood pulsing throughout his body with electrified heat, pleasure gnawing at every fiber of his being.

Now, as you glanced at him from across the room, your lips curled into a slow, wicked smile, barely noticeable to anyone but him. He inhaled sharply, nostrils flaring, his eyes narrowing in response because he knows what game you’re attempting a hand at, cat and mouse, chase and capture, teasing him without laying a finger on him, slow torture he was sure would end in his demise. You felt a thrill shoot through you. He was on edge already. Perfect.

You broke eye contact first, turning back to the small group gathered around you, cheerily conversing with your co-workers as if you weren’t acutely aware of Choso’s predatory stare. With each step you took, you were acutely aware of his eyes on you—heavy, possessive, like he was undressing you with every slow, deliberate movement. The delicate silk of your dress whispered against your skin as you moved, the sway of your hips just exaggerated enough for him to notice, to make him want, to feed into the flicker of want you had ignited inside of him at the start of the night. And unbeknownst to you, the aphrodisiac from earlier only seemed to worsen each symptom until Choso was sure the pleasure was about to consume him.

He needed to have you.

It was all for him. Every glance, every subtle movement, designed to drive him closer to the edge. You purposely let your glossy lips linger on the edge of your glass, taking slow sips and ensuring you licked your lips clean after each one. Beneath the bright shimmer of the chandelier your eyes seem to glitter with something else than enjoyment, a look that almost rivals his own.

From the corner of your eye, you saw him start to make his way toward you, his movements calm, composed, but you knew better. You could see the barely restrained hunger in the way he moved, like a predator closing in on its prey, shoulders hunched, sleeves rolled up and his chest heaving with heavy breaths, his self control clawing at his insides. You continued your conversation, your voice smooth, not a hint of what was really going on beneath the surface, but your pulse quickened as he came closer.

You felt him behind you before you heard him—his presence warm, electric, the heat of his body radiating toward you even though he hadn’t touched you, spilling over you like a welcome tide returning to shore. He flashes a polite smile at the ladies surrounding you in a small group, greeting them with charm before he whisks you away down a desolate hallway and into a dark corner under the pretense that he had to discuss something with the missus. But his intensions were far from polite or safe for the workplace and this becomes clear the moment he has you pinned against the wall.

He leans in close, his breath ghosting across the sensitive skin of your exposed neck and cheeks, sending an unwelcome shiver down your spine. You can smell his aftershave, a deep and musky scent that draws you in even close than before. His voice was low, a growl meant only for you, the string of words alone almost being enough to have you soaked.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

You tilted your head slightly, giving him just the barest glimpse of your smile, trying to play his bluff, testing the waters of the challenge he presented you. “Am I?” you murmured, your tone innocent, but he wasn’t fooled, far from it. He could hear the challenge beneath the words, and you knew it. His breath hitched, and for a moment, you thought he might snap right then and there.

But he didn’t. He pulled back, his jaw clenched so tightly you could almost hear his teeth grinding together. A wave of satisfaction coursed through you. Not yet, then. Good. Let him suffer a little longer. This little game reminded you of the times he edged you, brought you right to the precipice of your orgasm only to rip it away from you with a mean smirk and coo when tears filled your eyes. Sometimes the best revenge is to give them a taste of their own medicine.

You let the tension simmer, heightening with every passing minute. The air between you was charged, crackling with something raw and electric, amplified by the aphrodisiac that was ever so slowly taking over each of Choso’s senses. Each glance exchanged in this heated moment was a message, a promise. You could see it in the way his fists flexed at his sides, the tightness in his shoulders—he was struggling to keep his composure. The aphrodisiac was working, yes, but it was your game that was driving him wild. You were presenting him with the prize, dangling it right in front of his face, daring for him to take it. Drugged or not, his patience was wearing thin, a veil he could no longer hide behind.

When he couldn’t take it anymore, he closed the distance between you, lips meeting yours in a bruising kiss that relays exactly how much tension had built up between the two of you throughout the night, standing so close behind you that you could feel the heat of his body pressing against you, though his hands remained stubbornly at his sides. His lips brushed your own as he parted for only a second, his voice low, strained.

“Do you really think I won’t make you pay for this?”

“Pay for what exactly?” You decide to play innocent.

Choso narrowly rolls his eyes, not buying the act. Your heart raced, excitement and desire coiling tight in your belly. But you didn’t let it show. Instead, you turned your head slightly, your lips just grazing his ear, teasing. “Behave,” you whispered, the word soft but dripping with mockery. Choso narrowly suppresses the groan that threatens to rip from his throat, his brows furrowed, knitted together tightly. You were winding him up like a coil, tighter and tighter with each passing moment and he was afraid that sooner or later he was going to break.

A low growl rumbled in his chest, his restraint hanging by a thread. You could practically feel the tension vibrating off him, the way his body was begging to break through the barrier of decorum, to grab you, pull you close, and lose himself in you, but the risk that the two of you would be caught was running high in your mind, knowing that it would have dire consequences for each of you. That alone also added to the thrill of it all. You reveled in it, pushing him just a little further, your hand brushing lightly against his thigh as you shifted your weight, barely touching but enough to send his breath stuttering.

“Not here,” you murmured softly, your lips barely moving, your voice a seductive purr. His hand twitched, and you could feel him fighting for control. His chest shudders as he exhales, unsure if he wanted to yank back the reins of control or hand you everything and let you have your way with him. It was all too much and he couldn’t deny how hot his skin was starting to feel, something twisting in his belly that made him positively feral the mere smell of your perfume or the sight of your glossy lips.

He stepped back, just barely, giving himself room to breathe, but it was too late for him. His composure was gone, shattered by the carefully woven web of your teasing when you reach out to grasp at his clothed cock. He was a man on the brink, and you both knew it. His eyes met yours, dark and filled with unrestrained need.

He whimpers.

His hips buck up into your touch. He’s hard. Aching. Practically throbbing in his pants and you’ve barely laid a finger on him all night.

All bets were off now.

“Fuck,” he swears and without even thinking he drops his head into the crook where your neck meets your shoulder, heavy hot breaths fanning against your skin as you continue to stroke the hard outline of his cock, cooing softly when your thumb meets a wet patch of fabric. “Did you seriously soak through your boxers already?”

Choso groans, his hair tickling your neck when he turns it, placing a shaky kiss against your skin. “I couldn’t help it, I can’t control anything I’m doing right now. Everything about you tonight is driving me fucking crazy.”

To put method behind meaning Choso hikes up your dress, disregarding the fact that the two of you could be caught if someone decided to walk past the HR department on their way to the toilets, slender fingers wrapping tightly around your wrist to move your hand away from his cock before he ruts his hips forward. The angle is awkward at first and it takes him a few nudges to get it right but before long he’s rubbing his clothed cock right over your cunt, his head lulling back as he groans, a tight and raspy sound that escapes his throat. You can’t bring yourself to stop him, not when the pressure feels so good against your throbbing clit, whining when you feel some of your slick staining the front of his pants.

Choso peeks down at where your bodies connect through a heavy lidded gaze before he swears underneath his breath again. “S-Shit, soaked right through those panties I bought you, huh?” He doesn’t need any encouragement, grabbing your hips in a bruising hip to tug you closer, grinding his cock against you with languid yet desperate movements, as if he were fucking you. “Can’t stop thinking ‘bout this fucking pretty pussy, wrapped around me, clenching, making a mess.” He glances up at your face. “You wanna make a mess of me?”

Despite the layers of clothing separating your bodies every slow grind and purposeful thrust felt electrifying, Choso knew your body and its contours like the back of his hand, knew exactly what to say or do to have you melting like putty in the middle of his palm. The strained head of his cock bumps against your clit again and again, the steadily building pleasure buzzing in your veins, the heat between your bodies rising. Small hairs stick to your temples and when you manage to open your eyes to glance at him, Choso doesn’t seem to be in any better shape. He’s undone the first two buttons of his shirt, his tie had somehow loosened itself and the small peaks of bare skin you manage to get are decorated with tiny beads of sweat.

He growls, a feral sound in the back of his throat and before you know what’s happening Choso’s pinning you against the wall, hips pressed tightly against yours and his entire body is shuddering. You grab at his shoulders and cup the nape of his neck, listening to his untamed whispers of pure filth die down to nothing but strained breaths. Between your thighs you can feel his cock starting to soften and moisture to build and you release a low moan when you realize what’s happened.

“Did you seriously just cum in your pants?” you whine, shifting your hips a little when Choso presses himself against you even harder than before. You can feel how his body still buzzes beneath your touch, how high strung he is and you wonder where this unbroken, wild need comes from. His face, shielded from view and buried in the crook of your neck holds the answer.

“It’s those fucking chocolates,” he spits. The pieces finally fall in place for both of you. “You laced them with something, didn’t you?”

Your eyes widen and for a moment neither of you say anything before you laugh. The sound echoes down the hallway and Choso shoots up to clamp a hand over your mouth, suddenly acutely aware of how bad this situation would look if the two of you were to get caught. His pupils are dark, glinting despite you two being shrouded in darkness.

“You ate them?” you mumble from behind his hand and when he deems you’ll be quite enough removes it. “How many?”

Choso’s expression morphs into one between embarrassment and open lust. “Four.” He glances down at his now ruined dress pants and sighs. There’s something still brimming beneath his skin, a buzz he can’t get rid of, a persistent ache that only grows when he spots the shiny smear of his own cum and your slick between your thighs, how your dress is bunched at your hips and how fucked out you look, despite him not even giving you anything besides a taste of what’s to come.

You let out an unbelieving chuckle, resting your head against the wall behind you. “They were supposed to be a gag gift for later,” you explain, your skin warming at the realization of what kind of predicament the two of you got yourselves into. Your lashes flutter and gaze lowers. “Does that mean you’re spent after one round?”

Choso straightens and his hands flex at his sides. There’s that look again, the stare of a predator preparing to go on the hunt again. He makes a low sound deep from within his chest before one of his hands reach out to lift up your dress, the other sliding three thick digits between your clothed cunt. “I could go all night, sweetheart,” he murmurs, each syllable dripping with promise as he steps closer once more. “You just say the word and we’ll head home. Then I’ll show you exactly how many rounds I can go.”

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#AHHHHHGNFHDDHDBDBXB!!!! CHOSOOOOO #imma eat this TODAY!!#♡.tbr

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pairing: Eijirou Kirishima x fem reader

warnings: oral (f receiving), much softer than I expected it to be, intimate, please let me know if I missed any <3

word count: 1.5k

"It's not gonna fit," you say, still ogling the intimidating length and girth of Eijirou's cock in a daze.

"S'gonna fit, baby. I'll make it," he purrs, looming over you in the bed to catch you chin between his thumb and forefinger.

He kisses you, slow and sweet and gentle. It soothes your nerves as he swirls his tongue into your mouth, letting it tangle with yours before he runs it across your bottom lip.

You've both worked up a sweat in your efforts so far, writhing and desperately exploring each others' bodies on top of your bed. His clothes were the first to go and just the outline of him in his boxers was enough to make you doubt how much of him you'll be able to take.

But now that you're here, your body laid bare for him and lost in the heady scent of your clean sheets and his alluring cologne mixed with his natural musk, you've very unsure of your pussy's ability to take on that monster.

"We just gotta work you up to it," he purrs, his lips meeting the skin of your jaw.

He slowly makes his way down your body, leaving featherlight kisses in his wake. Your breath hitches when he arrives at your hips and sucks hard enough to leave a faint mark behind on each of them.

His massive hands grip your hips firmly and even when he's nestled between your thighs, his frame still seems to swallow you whole. His ruby red gaze seems to burn and his mouth turns up on one side in a devastating smirk that sends all of the blood in your body pulsing to your clit.

"You're gonna be just fine, baby," he murmurs against your slit, his warm breath fanning over your most sensitive area before he parts you with his tongue.

"Fuck!" You gasp, letting a lewd moan loose from your throat as your back arches for him.

Your legs fall open, but you can't help but squirm as his tongue starts laving your slit, the tip teasing your entrance and familiarizing itself with your folds.

He groans, laying flat against the mattress to grind his leaking cock against the sheets even as his long legs hang off the bed. His lips wrap around your clit and he begins to suck, gently at first, but steadily gaining pressure as his tongue flicks up and down.

"O-oh my God," you pant, reaching down to push your fingers into his hair. "Please keep doing that. Never stop doing that."

You swear you can feel the grin that spreads across his lips before he doubles his efforts, focusing his mouth on your clit, because he would rather die than deny you this when you sound so pretty asking for it.

Your orgasm is already swelling inside of you when you feel the tip of his long, wide digit nudging into your entrance. He can feel the way you clench before he's even inside and it draws another groan from deep in his chest as his hips continue to roll.

He's desperate to replace his finger with his cock, but he can be patient, because he knows he has to be. He's only here to please you and he knows that no matter how much he works you open, it's still going to sting some when he claims you.

He slowly glides one finger inside, taking your salacious sounds as permission to keep going. He pistons his digit in and out, working it deeper with each pump until he's able to add another.

"Eijirou," you breathe out with what air you have left in your lungs. "M'close. So fucking close."

The pressure on your clit lessens for a moment as he easily slips a third finger inside of you and then he starts devouring your pussy like his life depends on it, working his tongue and fingers in tandem. It doesn't allow you a moment of reprieve, forcing you over the edge in a powerful volley that has you gushing into his mouth.

Stars seem to burst in the edges of your vision and the next thing you know, he's on top of you again. His mouth is slick with the evidence of your orgasm and he lifts a hand to wipe the excess from his chin.

"That should do it," he rasps, his voice a deep promise as he leans down to kiss you, letting you taste yourself on his skillful tongue.

He pushes himself up and leans back, getting himself positioned to notch the swollen head of his cock against your core. His eyes find your face and he waits for you to look up.

You find a kind reassurance in his gaze as he runs his warm hand along your thigh and gives it a squeeze.

"I'll go slow, okay? If you need me to stop or if I hurt you, just say so," he instructs.

You nod, swallowing the rest of your apprehension as you let your body relax. You keep your eyes locked on his face, watching his eyes fall closed as he pushes in an inch.

The gasp that escapes you is inevitable, but seeing the intoxicated look on his face soothes the sting of the initial stretch. He is massive and this is going to take some effort, but fucking this gentle giant of man is going to be worth it.

And fucking him when he feels comfortable enough not to hold back is going to be glorious.

"Keep going," you urge him, offering a little nod of encouragement.

"Fuck, baby," he sighs, resting his weight on one of his hands while the other brackets your hip.

He slowly eases in inch by inch, giving you time to adjust as you trade needy moans and intimate glances. The sight of him filling you up so completely is breathtaking in every sense of the word, but it's nothing compared to the look on his face when he's finally buried inside of you.

"So big," you murmur, keeping your gaze on his as he leans in. "It's so fucking big, Eiji."

"I know," he whispers, his forehead connecting with yours as he cups your face, dwarfing it in his grasp. "I know, baby, but you're doing so fucking good. M'gonna move, okay?"

"Mhm," you hum, nodding slightly.

"Good girl," he praises you, pressing a slow, tender kiss to your mouth as he draws back out.

He swallows the groan that leaves you and deepens the kiss, softening the blow as he pushes in again. The stretch hurts, but it feels so good that you don't care.

"Keep going," you pant, resting your hands on either side of his neck. "I can take it. I want it. Please, baby."

"But—," he starts and you cut him off by shifting your hips forward.

Your mouth drops open and so does his, a shuddered moan slipping free from the both of you. His eyes alight with something darker than what you've seen in him so far and it's enough to make your entire body tense in the best way possible.

"Please," you repeat and he obliges, rutting his hips at a steady pace until he's pumping in and out of you with ease.

"Fuck, you're perfect," he groans, quickening his pace as his lips meet your clavicle to start leaving searing kisses across your chest and neck.

He grits his teeth, driving into your faster still, but you can tell he's still definitely holding back. Words have already failed you, so you spur him on by locking your legs around his hips and in response, he looses a feral growl into your ear.

Something snaps in him and he readjusts, tugging you further beneath him to get impossibly deeper as he starts thrusting with abandon. Your cervix feels the brunt of each stroke, creating an overwhelming and all consuming sense of pressure throughout your entire body.

"E-Eiji!" You cry out, digging your nails into his muscular back as you cling to him for dear life.

It does nothing to temper the explosion that rocks you when you cum. The force of it has your body convulsing as you howl with pleasure. A chaotic song of his name laced with curses bounces off the walls and is met with the sound of him practically snarling as your own walls squeeze him so tightly that he has no choice but to follow you into oblivion.

If you first orgasm was disorienting, this one has completely displaced you in the universe. You're only vaguely aware of the weight of him hovering an inch above you, his chest hammering just as hard as your own.

"Holy shit," he sighs, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.

"Mm," is all that you can muster.

Your eyes are still closed when he carefully collapses beside you and draws you into his arms. His fingertips begin slowly dragging along your spine, sending pleasant shivers through you as you settle into his embrace.

He presses a kiss to the top of your head as his eyes fall closed and he murmurs, "I knew you could take it."

#eating my fist!!!!#GOD HE'S SO BIG AND GENTLE #plsssssss i want to c** on it so bad #boyfrieeeeenddddddd<33333 #♡.fic/recs

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