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i miss my pookie bear so much right now. rereading all my stuff nd crying bcs i miss him so. they say everything comes back... but when does choso come back to međ€§ (second pic is me snatching him away from the claws gege had him in)
#choso kamo#choso my beloved#choso come home#jenni rivera was right#my pookie wookie poosies bear pls#â ËïœĄ âàšTen speaksà§â ËïœĄ â
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Thinking about Choso whoâŠ
Loves any and all sorts of attention from you, even when youâre upset with him.
Heâd love the way you frown at him or how your brows tense, finding you nothing more than cuteâ especially if youâre shorter than him, that just makes it even more amusing to him.
And if you happen to be taller than heâs lowkey ready to get down on his knees and apologize by putting his head in between your legs, even if youâre the one in the wrong.
Enjoys being seen out in public with you.
PDA is probably one of his favorite things, especially when he notices someone looking at you too long.
Thereâd be a time where a little boy or girl compliments you and suddenly heâs jealous even though itâs just a harmless child thatâs admiring you.
If you had an ex that wonât leave you alone, would make it his mission to send him (consented) videos of you cumming on his cock.
Nine times out of ten, youâre on top of him, riding him tilâ his eyes are to the back of his skull and he canât stop himself from groaning. Asking you things like, âYouâ ever ride your ex this fuckinâ good?â To which youâd respond with a quiet whine of no.
And next heâs got you bent over for him, hips snapping forward into you, heavy balls smacking against you with his ever thrust, and thick cock filling you up perfectly. All as heâs still mocking your ex, âHe never fucked you this good, huh?â âProbably not, right?â âOh shit, you canât talk too well, can yaâ?â âThat feel good baby? Hm? Go ahead ând tell the camera whoâs fuckinâ you to tears.â
Loves showering you in compliments.
âYou look so pretty in that, kinda like a princess.â
âI love your eyes, never stop lookinâ at me please.â
âYouâre so beautiful.â
âIâm the luckiest man in the world, arenât I?â
âYouâre so cute, baby.â
Could get off on your smell alone.
Itâs perverted, yes, but sometimes he gets really needy for you. Heâd shove his face into your pillow, smelling a mixture of your perfume and last used soap and using that to get offâ fisting his cock desperately as each whiff of your scent makes his thoughts blur together and his body twitch.
Would do anything you ask of him.
He doesnât care what it is, as soon as you have that requesting tone in your voice, the word yes is rolling off of his tongue without second thought.
Whoâs not the richest man in the world but works hard just to spoil you.
Choso loves giving you gifts. The way your eyes light up and a beautiful smile plasters across your face, it makes his heart throb in desire and he canât help but have the urge to give you more and more.
Heâd give you the world if he could.
Shuts you up by telling you to get down on your knees.
He doesnât get mad at you often but when the argument gets to a certain point and he can tell youâre being a brat on purpose, heâs punishing you by fucking your throat.
His cock would be stretching your throat open too, filling your mouth up with cum after a few minutes because he still canât always last too long with youâ youâre still as pretty as ever on your knees with tears running down your face and a mouth full of his cock, the sight makes him fold every time and suddenly he canât even remember what he was upset with you for.
Apologies to you by drowning in between your legs for hours.
Literal hours too. He doesnât care if you told him you forgive him a thousand times already, once heâs down there itâs hard for him to get up. His jaw could lock while heâs nose deep into your pussy and he wouldnât care, your taste is too addicting.
Then thereâs the way you moan and whine out his name, begging him to give you a breakâ yet it only makes him more eager to get you off. Even if you squirt on his face, he wonât care, if anything heâs begging you to do it again. Groaning a simple, âGimme another one, princess. Please?â
Blushes when you compliment him.
Heâs not used to it so whenever you call him handsome, his ears are turning red and heâs mumbling out a cute thank you in response.
You once praised him and called him a good boy and he moaned, begging you to call him that again and again. It made his cock so unbelievably hard that he was aroused for practically the rest of the night.
Another time you said you were proud of him and he started showering you in kisses and telling you that heâs only doing good because he has you.
Brags & yaps about you whenever youâre the topic of conversation.
The second your name is said by someone nearby, his mouth is on auto-response. Heâll tell people how hard working snd perfect you are, how he doesnât really deserve you but heâs so happy to have you as his lover.
Calls you specific pet names.
Baby, princess, loveâ they all slip out of his mouth before he even realizes heâs saying it.
If you told him you liked being called âmama, mamas, or maâ heâd settle on calling you ma.
Sometimes he just calls you his. His girlfriend, his partner, his wife. His anything and or everything.
In the rare case that heâs degrading you because youâve asked him toâ heâs calling you a slut. His slut, a dirty slut, pretty slut, his good slut, doesnât matter.
Loves you more than he loves himself.
Heâd cherish you like no other. Every kiss from his is filled with love and every time his eyes meet your face, his pupils dilate.
A/N: In honor of my lover Choso. Please come home, the kids miss you baby. :( Gege Akutami when I get my goddamn hands on you its a wrap.
#choso kamo x reader#choso smut#choso x reader#choso kamo#jujutsu kaisen choso#jjk choso#kamo choso#choso x you#choso x y/n#choso x female reader#choso ilysm pls come home#gege when i catch you gege#jujutsu choso#jjk#choso jjk#choso kamo smut#choso kamo x you#choso kamo x y/n#choso kamo x female reader#choso#anime smut#jjk smut#jjk x you#jjk x reader#jjk x y/n#choso fluff#jjk fluff#choso headcanons#choso hc#choso hcs
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Like obviously I love him more then you đ
#im a simp#choso#choso kamo#edit#jjk#jjk choso#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen choso#choso jjk#choso my beloved#choso x me#choso x reader smut#choso x reader#choso x you#choso come home the kids miss you#i love him more than life itself#i love him#i want him#and i need him in a way that is concerning#i need him so badly#please gege bring choso back#gege when i catch you gege#gege i will find you#i like older men#only person i want in jujutsu kaisen#i want his dick so far down my throat it leaves bruises
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HIS WALK HIS VOICE HIS EVERYTHINGGG!
#i still havenât gotten over this episode like . . . all those chousou scenes literally PLAGUE me#i want him so badly im not playing#i wanna **** him so good that his ponytails come loose#chousou papa come home your wife misses youuuu#i could say a thousand nasty things about this man right now but it would go against community guidelines#â„ â rambles!#â„ â chousou!#â (jjk!)#choso kamo#choso#chousou
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he misses his daddy :(
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maki PLEASE come back i need you i miss you i love you plz come back its so lonely without u plz i miss u so mubcđ
#jujutsu kaisen#maki zenin#jjk#gojo satoru#itadori yuuji#fushiguro megumi#nobara kugisaki#ryomen sukuna#maki jujutsu kaisen#gojo jujutsu kaisen#itadori jujutsu kaisen#jjk choso#am i chronically online for saying her k.o physically affected me#i had an exam last Thursday and i genuinely could not focus for the first half of it#in my head i was playing adele and nearly crying in my classroom#i miss u maki đ plz come home my glorious queen
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I feel like a military wife who just lost her husband to warđ
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Hi I miss my wife (Choso)
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Need him under my Christmas tree real bad ïżŒ
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I am on my knees, facedown on the ground, PRAYING for my wife (Choso) right now
baby you gotta live alright we have plans for Christmas alright and I just made you some hot chocolate and we're going to go look at the pretty lights and have a lovely time you gotta live my love you can survive this I don't know what I'm going to do with myself if you don't come home
#GEGE WHEN I CATCH YOU GEGE#BABY PLEAAAAAAAAASE COME HOME#THEY'RE SINGING DECK THE HALLS#BUT ITS NOT LIKE CHRISTMAS AT ALLLL#CAUSE I REMEMBER WHEN YOU WERE HERE#AND ALL THE FUN WE HAD LAST YEAAAAAAAR#this post brought to you by me having a breakdown in my kitchen after midnight#Im shaking im crying im not okay#CHOSO YOU GOTTA LIVE BABY YOU HAVE TO LIVE MY LOVE#jjk manga spoilers#jjk manga leaks#jjk spoilers#jujutsu kaisen spoilers#jjk#jujutsu kaisen#jjk 246#jjk choso#choso kamo#LIVE MY LOVE LIVE#I AM PRAYING SO HARD LORD PLEASE LET MY WIFE LIVE#choso
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I just got home from work, ill work on sum chosito stuff
#DONT ask me how it went#or ill cry#I don't think ive ever worked so hard in my life#I almost died actually#the whole time I was just picturing coming home to my house husband#a hot meal and Choso to come home to would fix me#but nooo#I have to come home to sum bs and only a sad lime in my fridge#god and I have to clean my room too#its so rough out here#Choso would fix me#he would hug me nd tell me its ok#God I miss him#â ËïœĄ âàšten speaksà§â ËïœĄ â#jjk#choso my beloved#imma write sum househusband Choso drabble#yes#this will fix me too
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I'm literally NOT OKAY, I've missed my sexy ass cunt
#is it would of me to say that I really like REALLY need to ride his face#I'm literally crazy about him and sukuna it's almost borderline#choso in my mind choso in my thoughts choso in my dreams choso in m-#please come home baby you don't need to be in shibuya I warmed the bed for us#mel rambles#jjk spoilers#Jjk
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Sweetener - C.K.
Synopsis. You, hit by your heat cycle and accidentally calling your best friend over in a daze. Choso Kamo, your utterly sweet best friend - and totally not an aIpha, right? Right?
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! omĂ©ga! reader, alpha! Choso, heats, best-friends-to-lovers, pining, creampĂes, brĂ©eding, Choso goes FĂRAL, OMĂGAVERSE AU, overstĂm, knots, MARATHONS, making him cĂșm blanks, MATĂNG BĂTES, cĂșmplay, first times (Choso), pĂșssydrĂșnk Choso, oraI (fem), proposals, p talking, pet names, swĂ©aring.Â
Word count. 8.1k
A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3
âOpen up fâme, beautiful.â
Choso Kamo was approximately four seconds away from kicking down your front door and tearing your apartment down in search of you. Or, at least, he would be if he didnât know how much youâd huff at him afterwards.
Because itâs not everyday that his precious best friend wakes him up at 3AM with a hazy, six-second call. Mumbling nothing but an adorably sleepy âChoâ come over?âÂ
So what if Choso had instantly thrown on the first t-shirt he saw and broken about seven traffic violations on his motorbike here?Â
âCome on, come on-â heâs hissing underneath his breath. Weight shuffling nervously between his two feet, he raps on your door once more. Twice. Thrice. âD-donât make me use that spare key again.â
It was a half-threat - really, it was.Â
But the louder your answering silence grew, the tighter his fingers curled around his own metallic key. Breathing out a low, âIâm- Iâm coming in.â And slowly - ever-so-slowly - heâs cracking your door just an inch open before-
Oh.Â
Oh.Â
It hits Choso like a wave - hard enough to knock him down onto his knees.Â
âWhat-â heâs gasping, heaving. Words tumbling out drunkenly in rasping ahs! that he couldnât stop. He couldnât even register the bright, blossoming pain sweeping his knees with the way his lungs felt like they were scorching - and Choso just couldnât get enough.Â
It wasnât a new candle of yours, and Choso already memorized every one of your perfumes for this to be one. This was just soâŠcarnally sweet.Â
He was drinking in every drop, every ounce, every waft of that candied air inside your cozy apartment like he couldnât breathe if it wasnât that.
And something in the sugary scent makes Choso twitch.Â
Oh, shit.Â
Hastily swiping away a translucent mess of drool thatâd somehow made its home by the rosy corner of his mouth, heâs straining out once more. For his sanity, more than anything. âBeautiful? Anyone home?â
Still no answer.Â
Absolutely nothing.Â
It takes him a few more sloppy seconds swimming his melty mind to even consider stumbling back up onto his two unsteady feet. Blinking away the bleary film over his gaze, Choso slams! your door shut with the back of his foot - cutting off the heady perfume from emanating into the corridor.Â
Noise complaints from your neighbors be damned - heâll apologize to them all personally later.Â
But right now, something about the way that mysterious essence was all his, his, his scratched at such a dangerously primal itch in his brain.Â
Shit- what was he even thinking?
Choso was here for you and only you.Â
Heâs running a jittery few digits through the sweat-dampened valleys of his hair, tugging in a stinging little pull to try and snap some sense back into him. Clearing the strangled mess in his throat, Choso smacks! his palms against his burning cheeks before calling out once more, âIâll be coming inââ
Because itâs not as if Chosoâs never been in here before - he has. Many, many times, in fact. And during every one of those hangouts youâd made it a point to pout about how he should really âlet looseâ and treat this home as if it was his own, too.Â
Honestly, it was hard to feel anything but comfortable after knowing each other for so long - even despite those embarrassing, mushy feelings that he always drowned in around you.Â
But that was a conversation for another time.Â
And right now, Choso couldnât even dream of any âcomfortâ when every step deeper into the saturated cloud of scent made Choso gulp. Every blink had his eyes watering even more - and his pants- fuck- Chosoâs biting down on his rawly worried lower lip, eyes flickering anywhere but where he could feel his achy cock stirring.Â
Something about this smell was soâŠhypnotic.Â
And if he didnât know any better then heâd have sworn he was practically floating down that familiar pathway to your bedroom. Feet padding down anxiously along the mahogany-covered floors, it was becoming so much harder and harder to breathe in the fragrant air without getting fucking addicted. Â
Or, Choso swallows, one arm balanced on the wall, the other feeling for his thundering pulse. He probably already was.Â
But what if you were sick? What if you needed help? Fuck, if he didnât live every waking moment dancing along to your heartbeat.
That is, when he hears it. That.
Filtering from inside your bedroomâŠa moan. âCh-Chosoââ
.
.
.
Shit.
Shit, shit, shit.
You didnât know what you were thinking, forgetting to take your monthly dosage of suppressants - youâd blame it on all the time youâd been spending studying for finals with Choso lately, but youâd never put the fault on your sweet best friend like that.
After all, he was a fellow omega like you at the end of the day. Right?Â
âFuckâ Youâre scrambling to clasp onto a sodden sweatshirt of his on your bed, nose burying into the slightly sunny vanilla scent. You knew it was wrong to think about him this way, you knew it was made even worse considering his second gender. But- but fuck, if he didnât have your hands slipping and sliding guiltily down towards the slick-lathered spot between your legs. Concentrated puffs of heat stifling from between your lips, âCh-Chosoââ
Honestly, you wanted him so badly you could reach over for your phone and call-
No, no, no, no - your fatigued eyes flick over to the winking clock by your bedside. 3:26AM.
You couldnât call him over for help now. Choso was so sweet that heâd probably rush over in his pajamas and rack up a fair few tickets on his motorbike.Â
Which was why you preferred to spend your heats without his help - it had been that way since youâd both presented back in high school.Â
Youâd met Choso after your family had moved to the cutest little suburb in Tokyo, stumbling across the tiny boy-next-door with wide honeypool eyes and a chubby hand that waved shyly your way. Even at the wise old age of eight, you remember thinking how he was so pretty.Â
Pretty enough that something your health teacher had taught in your last school clanged throughout your mind - this boy was probably an ahâŠwhat was the word? Omega.Â
A quiet, comfortable understanding - and it wasnât something that the two of you never quite had to talk about too in-depth. At least, outside of sneaking the answers to pop quizzes on secondary genders, and giggling when another classmate sauntered to school with a garish bitemark on their neck.Â
But, often, you wondered whether youâd ever see Choso with that type of mark.Â
He never looked at another alpha - not even another omega, or beta, for that matter. You knew that society was stepping towards a more accepting environment for rather âunconventionalâ pairings - but Choso Kamo seemed well and firmly intent on rejecting every single one of them.Â
Instead, staying by your side. Unpaired.Â
Even when he followed you all the way to university - two peas in a pod, so tightly intertwined that most wondered whether you two were mated for life. And he never bothered to disagree - but then again, neither did you.
Even when the years treated him well and he grew so tall, so unfairly attractive. All prettily timid smiles, glinting piercings marrying his ears, and dark, droopy eyes tinged with the slightest kiss of dark eyeliner. Rivalling even the most cocky alphas on your entire campus with his sheer stature and ambience.Â
Like he was right now.Â
Towering at the very edge of your unlatched bedroom door.Â
And only one word registers in your mind - alpha.Â
Choso - a Choso that was so utterly real and in the flesh - jumps once those startled syllables spill from your mouth.Â
Fuck, you didnât even realize you said that out loud.Â
Not until heâs slamming! one massively spayed-out palm by the side of your doorframe. Shattered pieces of wood crumbling beneath him, youâre unabashedly ogling the flex of his curvaceous biceps. Another hand covering the lower half of his handsome face, Choso rasps. He whines, âYou called, m-my omega?â
Oh.
Your entire shivering body bolts upright, like you were being electrified with a thousand voltages of bliss that make your drooling cunt gush. Treacly wafts of pheromones clouding out from you all over again - and the look on Chosoâs face is just drunk.
Thick lids so heavy that they were practically falling half-closed, itâs as if his entire body was flushed a prespired red. Lips all ruddied and laminated thinly with spit, his teeth were drawn back into such a wild snarl.Â
Like he was about to tear something into bits and it might be you.
SoâŠpretty.Â
It almost hurts you to dart your eyes away in an urgent glance at your suspiciously open call log - did youâŠreally call him in your haze? Fuck.Â
âY-youâre-â You swallow a few times - and even then, the words donât come to you. They canât. Too stuck on what a delicacy your best friend looked all slumped over by your doorway like he was begging for you. Like heâd crawled all his way to you and would do it all over again. âYouâre an alpha, Cho?â
As if you had any doubt now. You could smell the sheer power on him, the thrumming strength threatening to rip through that clingy white undershirt of his. So transparently thin that you could still count every ridge of his washboard abs. And his velvety black boxers hung low-
âShit-â he gulps. âYes- fuck! Y-youâre an omega?âÂ
You can only nod. Brows raising when Choso plants another slam right onto your doorframe, indenting all slender lanes of his digits onto it this time. âAnd is thatâŠmine?â
With a sudden inhalation, youâre snatching behind that sweatshirt of Chosoâs that youâd still been holding. Heart thumping - but there was nothing more to say. What could you say?
Turns out, Choso is the first to break. âL-Let me prove it.â
Youâre blinking, squeezing your thighs together at the bittersweet throb. You didnât know what had your honeyed head reeling more - the sudden reveal of Chosoâs secondary gender, or his answer. His sheer need. âProve it?â
Chosoâs head hangs low, chestnut bangs covering his greedy gaze, but you could tell that he was looking at you. Really, really looking at you.Â
Words dripping with something youâd never heard of before. Hoarse. Tight. âCan IâŠcan I come in, beautiful?â
You know you should say no to letting him inside your nest - you know it.Â
But oh, how it looked like it was taking him every shred of will to keep standing there. To not fucking collapse at the way your gooey pheromones have him spellbound. And he likely would have had it not been for your small, trembling answer, âYes.â
Choso whimpers - if there was ever a singular moment that would have him crawling back from the afterlife just to re-experience all over again, then it would be this.Â
When he feels something in the back of his mind switch.
Senses sharpening almost painfully with one step inside your humid bedroom. Two.Â
Until Chosoâs stalking so languidly towards you like a predator cornering his prey, foot by foot. He takes his dreamy time prowling towards you - all the way up until your flushed best friend is looming across the foot of the bed.
Thereâs something vicious in his eyes. Something that has him salivating, âCan- can I?â
Youâre breathing out, âY-yes.â
Slow, sultry fingers unfurl out to draw a steady line along your ankle - he walks. Fingers blazing up your twitchy thighs, up your drenched excuse of shorts, up, up, up to smear that delirious line of your dribble.Â
âT-tell me what you want, beautiful.â He pecks an innocent kiss on your forehead, then another to your throat - heaving in your perfumed air. âAnything- Iâll give ya hah- anything.â
His words are low. Hot against your face.Â
And just about the only thing you can do is slither your unsteady hands down to toy with the hem of your pants. A sight that makes Choso swallow thickly with a rasping grunt.Â
âI want you toâŠâ youâre trailing off. Fingers dipping down to where you havenât been able to satisfy for hours now. Your inner omega yelling - screaming that nothing was enough, but he might just be. â-touch me here, Cho.â
SWAT!
Instantly, youâre letting off a saccharine mewl at the way your hand is being oh-so-rudely thwacked away by one of Chosoâs own. The slight sting throbbing - but not as much as your poor cunt is when meeting his digits.Â
Sliding just between your cottony shorts- oh? Chosoâs heart stutters. No panties? You really are going to be the death of him. Heâs lingering a dewy stroke down your teary slit, honeying his ringed fingers in all your slick juices.Â
For a second - just a second.
Lightning-fast, Chosoâs trailing away with a slew of spatters left behind, and it makes his skin feel ten times hotter. Ten times dirtier in only the best way.
Even more so when those very digits end up slipping easily into Chosoâs mouth. One by one. Eyes trained darkly on yours, his long pinkish tongue ends up lazily lathering up and down up and down up and down every beaded gleam of your juices.
âY-youâre so-â your voice cracks embarrassingly - pathetically, in a way that makes every copious ounce of blood in his body sprint south. â-filthy.â
Pulling off with a waterlogged pop! Chosoâs tongue probes between his two long fingers, smacking his lips open and shut with the sticky dredges. And you swear you catch a whiff of smugness in his scent. Yet, heâs blushing, âAll for you- only for you, my girl.â
And you canât even complain - you canât even tease him about the way that just another mere touch up against your feverish pussypound has Choso gasping. Eyes crinkling with something like delight and sheer awe.
Because heâs crashing his mouth into yours, suckling on your lips like his favorite berry lolly-
âSh-shit-â Chosoâs rich tone cracks into shattering lilts, and you can hear him laugh against your lips. Laugh. Humorless and crazed - pure desperation bleeding out with every swash of his intoxicating vanilla scent. âBeautifulâ you taste even sweeter than in my ngh- dreams, yâknow that?â
No, you didnât - you didnât even know that Choso dreamed of you in the first place.Â
And you donât get to pay it any mind because before you know it, the swirling edge of his rounded fingertips tuck just past where your puffy folds were pursing in a ready pucker. Cold metal rings making you gasp.
And Chosoâs greedily snuffing out the sound with a sinking bite of his sharpened canines into your wobbly bottom lip. Drinking in every noise from his pretty girl. His pretty girl.Â
Cratering dimples notching prettily at the ends of his lipbite, heâs practically begging them out with every slow gyration of his fingertips around and around your peaked clit. Tracing over every tiny ridge and sensitive bundle like he was trying to fucking memorize it. âH-has any other- fuck-â Ringing out a thundering growl at the back of his throat that makes your skin coat in tiny goosebumps. â-has any- other- made you feel this good?â
No no no - your inner omega purrs, and you can practically feel yourself groaning lowly at the back of your throat when you pull away.Â
Trying - failing, when Chosoâs chasing your kiss-bitten lips like he was hooked. Slurring after the syrupy strings of spit that smear the traces of your mouth, heâs meshing his lips in a dramatic smooch. Again. And again. And again and again-
âL-look how wet ya areâŠâ And it wasnât even a command, but you canât help lolling your head down to blink at the way his pale wrist was glistening with all your laminated juices. Musing, âGonna make ya feel so fuckinâ good. So good.â
Two deft fingers pinch your clit. Hard.
âAh! N-no!â Your spine bends into such a pretty curve off the bed, perfectly in position for Choso to slide his massive palm underneath and massage away your tensely knotted back. Your fingers are trekking up the clamoring hike onto his broad deltoids to feel the droolworthy jolt of his back muscles. Babbling belatedly, âN-no other alpha has made me feel s-soâŠâ
SoâŠwhat?
Hypnotized? Addicted? Gone? Â
But whatever it was, the sight of you being ruined into a few shattered jumbles of limbs is enough to make Chosoâs alpha hum.Â
Whispering out, âCan IâŠâ And with a steep inhale of the thick surrounding air, heâs gulping. âC-can I-â
Before youâre gracing him with an answer, youâre helping inch those sleep shorts down. Snailing an almost-blasphemous slicked coat that seeps into your skin. Heâs twirling his thumb over the remaining excess left behind - not wasting a single drop.Â
And it takes only one saturated hit from where your pheromones were the most concentrated - only one shy peak down at your drooling cunt - before Choso can feel his mind shattering. Gasping.Â
The top half of his body all but collapsing on top of yours.
Itâs not even on purpose the way he flinches at the thick curve of your thumb floating upwards to tenderly glide away the swab of drool that was flooding Chosoâs mouth right now.Â
His neat brows quirking upwards, heaving chest choppy - youâre so lustily trapped against the bumped-up planes of his pecs. Feeling the rumble of his heated words, âI-Iâve neverâŠâÂ
Sounding so utterly worn-out already, Chosoâs planting a few firm pecks at the corner of your chin. Heâd meant for it to reach your lips - but he couldnât. Too in a trance to even think about it. And as if to make up for it, heâs kissing your neck, the valley of your thighs, your tummy. Every and any inch he hasnât been blessed with reaching for the past few years.Â
Shuffling all the way until he was practically lips to lips with your sloshing pussy, eyeing down directly at the way your sloppy entrance was welcoming him with another fresh bout of clingy slick. Choso heaves in a long breath.
âBeen waitinâ a looong time fâyou, yâknow? Can I make a mess?â Chosoâs whining sweetly, greedy gaze still trained firmly downwards. Tenderly rubbing over your glossed-up folds, âCan I m-make you break?â And those grasping begs of his are barely even audible over the sheer squelching resonating from your slobbery pussy. Your jaw falls slack at how they only make Choso nod. âY-youâre right- s-so rightââ
Talking. And before you know it, the filthiest French kiss is being placed right on your cunt.Â
Heâs not even hesitating, not even easing you into it - because Choso Kamo has waited so long for this. And he was going to have his fill.
âThis is what y-you taste like- this good?â Dragging the very pointed tip of his pretty button nose down your plump clit, heâs smushing it in place with a firm kiss at the very edge of your snug hole. âTh-think this cute cunt can take my fuckinâ cock, beautiful?â
So fucking impatient.Â
Youâre tangling one set of fingers into the stray strands of his hair, bucking up to drag a slow glide down the lower half of his pretty face.Â
And, usually, with an alpha you could be expected to be snapped at with a snarling command. An instruction to just stay put.Â
But Chosoâs only letting his sharp jaw comfy against the silken sheets, head nuzzling drunkenly into your thighs when youâre pushing and pulling him as you please. Leveraging the vice-like grasp on his scalp to drive steady grinds just the way you like it.Â
Whining, âNeed you so bad, babyââÂ
âYeah- yeah, use me-â Choso snickers around a teasing bite against the fattened edge of one of your pussy lips. Sucking. âR-reach your pretty high on my face, omega- need you to cum all over me till I-Iâm dripping.â
Fuck.
Was this really your nervous, sweet best friend? His words were so dirty, as if he didnât even realize he was saying them. And they almost make you embarrassed. Shying way just an inch-
âOh- no. No no no-â His words come buzzing around your clit, and with a final bite of his elongated canines, Chosoâs frantic. Heâs scrambling. Heâs grasping his powerful arms to loop your thighs and dragging you to him like some ragdoll down the protestingly creaky bed. âSâgonna go to waste- canât- canât let it.â
And itâs only about then that youâre dredging up the courage to angle your head further downwards - immediately hit with the sinful sight of Choso in heaven between your limp legs.Â
His hair a disheveled curtain, eyes narrowed and smudged with eyeliner. Damply bleeding down onto the regal apples of his high cheekbones at the way your meady slick was reaching his blushing cheeks. It masks his coral pink lips, his jaw, his fucking chin.Â
So sopping wet that itâs forming a little puddle down below him that Choso could never even imagine being disgusted by. No, in fact, he was disappointed with himself for not lapping it up even sooner.Â
Pumpish lips jutting out in a pout, Chosoâs pushing away the hair from his eyes sexily. âWh-why are you runninâ away- donât run away, my girl.â
With a slight giggle, youâre veering your scent to tinge with something comforting. And oh, does it do the trick - because Chosoâs eyes swoop downwards drunkenly. Almost closed, almost ruined, heâs huffing out a drawled-out mantra of your name, âLock it.â
âWh-what?â Youâre choking out.
Soft palms massage gently down your legs, wrapping them around the back of his head. âLock it.â
Oh.
That was a command, and it has your body pulling taut. Every sensory spot all down your skin screaming to obey - yet, this is something you would have done anyway. Ankles tying together, itâs jostling Chosoâs hotly open mouth against your pussy so deeply that you wonder whether he doesnât have to breathe.Â
Whether he doesnât even want to.Â
Because your dear best friend looks so satisfied to die right in the heaven between your legs right now. And he would go such an utterly happy man, too.Â
Rosy red lips rubbing rawly against your clit, youâre left a puddle of a needy mess when the roughened tastebuds of his tongue swirl in meticulous little circles. Cheeks hollowing as he sucks, your whines canât even be heard over the most oozy squelches.
âHeheh- sheâs talkinâ back ta me-â Chosoâs sputtering out peck after peck. In awe. âSheâs talking. Th-think she wants ngh- more.â
More.Â
More, more, more.Â
Chosoâs beginning to think that your dripping pussyâs speaking for himself with the way thatâs exactly what he wants right now. Teasing the mushy outer lips of your puckered hole with his fat fingerpads, before bullying in. Inside.Â
Youâre taking him so well - hips careening even further downwards when heâs feeding your greedy cunt with every long inch of his digits. Slow enough that you could count it - just about six, ringed inches all the way to his knuckles.Â
Shit- itâs so hot inside, as if your pretty pussy was practically melting around him. Molding to his every shape as Chosoâs driveling swirling around in rummaging little stripes down your gummy walls. Slow. Slick.Â
Slender cylindrical intrusions that bump up deftly against your battered g-spots. The chilling stretch of his banded metal rings was too much. Your eager cunt is splattering out a pornographic little gush of your sweet, sweet juices all over again at the way heâs teasingly fondling over that magical spot.Â
âJ-jusâ a little higher, babyââ youâre spewing out. Deprived.Â
And oh, Chosoâs darkened eyes are practically lighting up. He doesnât pull away from your bruised clit to answer - not even to breathe before vibrating out a keening, âHere?â
So desperate.Â
Even needier than you.Â
Youâre blinking through large, globular tears that occupy the space behind your lids. Nodding, âA little more- jus- oh!â  Â
And Choso didnât need to hear it from your lips. Hell, he didnât even need to hear it from the way your snug channel was all but milking his fingers dry. Clinging on in a soppy kiss when heâs probing into your g-spot harder. Meaner. Because the way your intoxicating scent changes - concentrating ever-so-slightly makes Choso realize that youâre cumming before even you register it.
Slamming headfirst into your high, youâre plowing out a belated cry of âI- fuck- mâcumming, Cho. Mâcumming, mâcumming-â
Sparks of white splinter your vision, and your knees find themselves just wrenching free from the lecherous comforts of the bed - but Choso wonât let you escape so easily.Â
No.Â
Barely batting an eye, heâs straining his biceps deadlocked around your legs. Pinning you to the bed until you could barely squirm, barely do anything but take his punishing little clashes against your g-spot head-on. Bumping in. Over and over.Â
Choso suckles on your clit like his favorite little gummy, stretching and nibbling until you see stars with your orgasm.Â
âDonât run away-â heâs puffing out into your cunt, the very idea of parting with drizzling pussy making him yelp out a pained grunt. âP-please donât run away- I promised to make a mess. O-one more fâme, beautiful?â
Youâre just molten at his touch. Ravenous and overwhelmingly greedy for you as much as you were for him. Something carnal inside you screaming for more-
âH-hear her?â His eyes are drifting closed at the pulpy little noises your cunt mashes on. Dangling ear piercings twinkling when heâs leering even closer to hear. âTellinâ me sheâs gonna give her- hngh- alpha one more.â Fuck, Chosoâs features decorate with the most blazing blush at his own words. How embarrassing. âWontcha use my mouth all over again? I didnât get fuuuuck- messy ânough last timeâŠâ
And as if to prove his point, Choso traces a slow glide of his worked tongue across the sloppily wet coating that drips down his lips. Just for a second.
Your veins bubble sensitively with need at the broken whine sounding from the back of Chosoâs throat when you drag him even snugger between your legs. Puffs of leaky pheromones driving the two of you wild, making your hips stutter out a slurring pace up and down his face.Â
âTh-this pussy is all fâme- isnât it, my girl? Sâall fâme?â
Even sloppier once you battle out a nod. Â
Your cunt is extra slobbery because of your heat anyways, but Chosoâs making such a mess on purpose.Â
Eyes running away to the back of his head, tongue lolling out even messier. Heâs planting such dousing draws of saliva, lathering your sweet spots mercilessly. And his fingers- oh, his fingers were relentless. Shovelling up in solid, wet nudges until youâre able to feel every circular indent of his digits on your g-spot.Â
Every run of his manicured nails across where youâre sure you were beginning to get bruised. And every-so-often whenever his eyes glaze green with raw greed - with slight, stupid jealousy over his fingers - youâd peek at Choso plunging his digits into his mouth and sucking.
Thump! Thump! Thump!
Matching the lecherous sound of your thundering heartbeat, you can feel yourself squeal at the overstimulating touches. Sobbing out the cutest little whines that make Choso chuckle, âEasyâ easy there, my girl.â Letting your cunt free with a sodden pwah! only to spit. Once. Twice. A sticky wad of his thick saliva that blusters its way to coat your puffy pussy lips, âYouâre cumming again, right? A-all over my face?â
Youâre nodding - nodding and nodding so hard, but that wasnât enough for Choso Kamo.Â
He wasnât satisfied until a slow pull of your clit right from between his pearly whites had you bawling out. The backs of your hands dipping upwards to hide your face - which he quickly, and calculatedly spanks away with his free hand. âMâgonna cum soon- ngh- please- Cho- donâ stop.â
Hah, if this was any other time then Choso mightâve laughed.Â
Mightâve teased you until you were begging for him in that cute voice once more. But maybe itâs the way his alpha was clawing at his chest from the insides to give you whatever you want, maybe it was the way seeing you fall apart on your heat like this all over him had his cock twitching-
Because Choso only smiles - drunk. Dazed. âCum fâme, p-please. Ruin me, maâam..â
He was ruined alright.Â
Absolutely sugar-coated with your overlaying juices - itâs dripping down his bed and disappearing into the now see-through fabric of his undershirt like a badge of honor. A badge to say that heâs made you cum for the second time on his mouth.Â
That heâs made you squirt.Â
Splattering out all over his face with every slurping taste - and yet, Choso still couldnât get enough. Sweeping up the milky droplets, Chosoâs boring his heady gaze right into your widened eyes when heâs leering his mouth agape to make you spy the way each splash slides down his throat.Â
God- youâre seeing white all over again. Youâre seeing spots, having you gulp in necessary gasps of the soiled air to once more regain your steady heartpace.Â
âCh-Choso-â youâre struggling, voice brittle and gone. Frantically trying to haul - to force - Choso from his favorite home between your cunt, to stop his greedy tongue. âSâenough- canât cum anymore canât- ngh-â
âBut, beautifulââ
Shit- it would be so easy to get swept up all over again. Because Choso was parched, and he was still far from having his fill.Â
Words tinting with a slightly commanding tone, youâre making something dark and primal rear its head when you manhandle him upwards with one hand in his locks, and another on his undershirt. So heavy but pliant.Â
Up, up, up-
âChosoââ youâre mumbling out. And before you know it, Chosos hands had toppled you over into the cushiony mattress, and yours were tracing the edge of his too-tight boxers. Tugging. Needy. âI-I want these- off-â
âAnything.â Heâs echoing, like it was all that he could right about now. Dewey brows scrunching up into something of a beg, youâre catching the way his Adamâs apple bobs. Deprived. âAnything f-for you-â
Fuck- in your currently woozy state youâre not sure if Choso removed his pants or if he ripped them off. Stumbling and tripping to let the few scarce tatters droop into the floor in a sullen pile.Â
With a gulp, your fingers skitter across the planes of his useless undershirt - letting his pretty, bulging muscles peek out at you from underneath when you slide them off of him. Palms smearing in gluttonous little touches across his push pecs, down his rippling abs, down that lusciously dark happy trail and oh-
âS-something the matter, beautiful?â Chosoâs heaving in a struggling gulp at the way your gorgeous eyes widen, maw slacking into a soft oh! Head tilting innocently, âMâyour hah- best friend, you can tell me a-anythinâ.â
âYouâre just soâŠâ Comes the whirling answer, your voice slow and alcoholic. He was getting drunk on your words already. â...big.â
Not only was Choso big - he was massive.Â
The fat, rotund circle of his head ruddied a strawberry pink, gradiating all the way down his shaft to meet blend into his creamy base. He was so hard that it looked painful, visibly throb! throb! throbbing, bumpy lightning bolts of his veins hammering up at you cheekily. He was so pretty - thick enough that youâre feeling your cunt clench already. Even the burn of your stare has Chosoâs reddish divot weeping out a few ropey spurts of pre. Making you dizzy with the incredible size and that musky vanilla scent of his.Â
And was that-
Oh. Fuck.
It was.
Through the honeyed slew of precum pooling at Chosoâs thick tip, youâre gasping at the slight wink of something metallic.Â
Without thinking - without even breathing - youâre drifting your hand down to thumb those syrupy globules thin. Discovering the absolute treasure chest that was a studded Prince Albertâs piercing right near the weepy edge of Chosoâs shaft.Â
âI got if for- you- Gotta a-another one, yâknow-â His gentle rasp jolts you out of your sinful reverie, engulfing hands guiding your own to wrap around his flushed tip and peek under. Right on the slippery sliver of his slit, âA ngh- matching one. Th-thought you might like itâŠâ
Oh- two.Â
And, embarrassingly, you can feel the way your scent turns headier. Hypnotizing. Enough so that Choso canât help the way heâs hanging by a bare thread, head falling into the crook of your neck to breathe in. âY-you act so innocent butâŠâÂ
âBut mâonly l-like this for you.â Heâs tucking your tender earlobe between his teeth. âP-promise. I havenât evenâŠâ
Ah, a virgin.Â
Sweet and absolutely gifted.Â
And something about it was so cute the way Choso was acting exactly like it. Every wordless toy of your fingers up and down his sensitive glans, making him snarl a lipbite. Girthy length fucking up in shuddering slams into the cushiony tunnel of your palm. Weightily muscled abs flexing with heat when youâre running a thumb under his head to press down on that silver piercing.Â
âS-so tiny- heh- your pretty hands are so tiny takinâ my cock, beautiful.â heâs giggling - giggling. Perspiration-simmered forehead knocking into yours, Chosoâs letting his tired head loll there and bore into your eyes. âYou needa ngh- fuck! Needa slow down, my girl, mâalready so close jusâ from making out with yer sweet c-cunt out.â Already close. Just from eating you out. âElse mân-not gonna be able to control it-â
âI can handle itââ youâre pouting stubbornly. Soft digits clenching even tighter around his cock, and shit, Choso lets his head fall into the junction between your shoulder and your neck.Â
Finding himself growing more needy. More feral. Tight, hot curdling in his stomach building up and up.
âMâserious.â His lilting voice breaks, teeth skimming over the pulpy flesh of your sweetened pheromone glands. Nibbling. His incredibly shaky fingers wrap around your shoulders, âPlease- ngh- please mâgonna break ya.â
And itâs like you wanted him to.
Dick twitching at those filthy fingers of yours - the way they only pump him faster. And faster. Tighter around the hefty base, more teasing up the slippery slope of his tip - like you were trying to milk out something delicious.Â
And you can already feel the way your mouth lathers with a fresh coating of saliva, face inching closer and closer to the bawling peak of his swollen cock. Wanting oh-so-badly to taste the silver of his Prince Albertâs.Â
âBut I want you to, Cho.â
SMACK!
Youâre left stupidly stunned when Chosoâs behemoth palm coils like a tight shackle around your tender throat. Pulling you away from his achy cock in a flash, youâre being thrown around like his own personal ragdoll.Â
And Choso snickers at the way youâre bouncing cutely on the plush mattress, legs drooping wider and wider agape with every sleazy second he really canât help but leer over you. Wrangling those boneless legs of yours over his shoulder with a sharp click of his tongue.Â
âI-I already told you, beautifulââ heâs bending down, down down to nose along your sweat-dotted cheeks, your skin stark hot against the icy chain of his silver necklace. Chest grumbling with a slight purr. âMâgonna make such a mess of you- can I?â
And that drunken look in Chosoâs eyes made him look like he would absolutely shatter if you let your lips shape into a teasing no right about now. Like those warm, salted tears spattering from the corners of his half-lidded eyes and right onto your cheeks would only hasten.Â
âCan I- please, my girl- jusâ wanna-â His lips wobble adorably when his sobbing cock glides a slow line between the mushy lips of your pussy. A graze for a graze of his mouth down your own. â-wanna make you mine.â
And just the tip - just a single fat inch shoved into your gummy hole is all it takes for Choso to whimper.Â
Youâre brushing over his precious cheek, âCh-Cho, are you okay?â
And Choso canât answer - hell, he doesnât think he could even if he wanted to. Because that gushing little clench of your clingy walls all around his sodden wet tip absolutely ruins him. Delicate rivulets of slobber streaming down the smiling edges of his tongue, heâs puffing out an open-mouthed, âNo- fuck- d-do I look okay?â
He didnât.
He seemed like he was burning up - fucked-out already, practically. Pecs rippling with a bolting flex, muscled body shirking with violent shivers when with a low keen of your name - Chosoâs cumming.Â
âNo-â heâs crying out, head flailing backwards. Just from putting it inside for the first time. âNo no no no- mânot sâpposed to- yet-â
But he was. Hips recklessly meandering again and again into yours - slight, tugging grinds of just his thickened tip like Choso was afraid of sinking into your heavenly pussy anymore. Like he knew it would break him even more.Â
Have him flooding out voluminous ribbons of thick seed, splattering against your spongy channel, and smearing around in dripping vertical patterns with every one of his animalistic ruts.Â
âGive it tâmeââ youâre locking your ankles even tighter. Prattling out such filthy nonsense that youâre sure youâd get embarrassed about had you not been in your heat. âI-I need your cum, baby- wanâ it allll inside me-â
âNgh-â Chosoâs letting off a broken sound at the back of his throat, squeezing your own with that one hand of his happily making its home there. Blocking off your airway, your heady pheromones only struggle to waft out even more. Saturating. âD-donât talk like that- n-not outta ya pussy, beautiful.â
âBut I w-ngh! want it-â
He gulps, âA-are you sure?â Because this is his best friend - this is the one person heâd never even dreamt of having because that was too dangerous. Too fanciful. The one person heâd written about in every diary, and gotten teased for it by his family just the same. Perfect.Â
Yet, youâre so stubborn when youâre in heat. âMhmâ wanâ you toâŠbreed me.â
And he loved it.
Couldnât get enough of it - or you.Â
Chosoâs scrambling up one of his jostling hands to latch your hips into a perfect almost-semicircle. Lower lip worried underneath his canines when heâs wiping his fat thumb over the dewdrops of seed treacling from your soppy slit.Â
That digit finds its way rummaging between your lips, âLock it.â
This time, you donât need it said twice - you donât even need it to be a command.
Because Chosoâs reigning up his own hand to pin both your ankles behind his head, and you think youâll forever remember just how hot he looked this way. Biceps bulging with the strain, simmering with a slick sheen of perspiration, and his hips-
Oh, itâs like any and every slip of restraint in Chosoâs hulking body snapped.Â
Because with a loud, saturated squelch! youâre being filled up to what it feels like your lungs with every solid inch of his engorged girth. Inflating your tender insides, buttering your poor cervix with a thick stream of pre when heâs kissing it with a wet thwack!
âOh- oh.â Chosoâs head pushes into the crook of your neck, into your pillow until you were sure that it was soaked with tears of absolute bliss. âTh-this feels nothing l-like my ngh- hand. Sâso much more heavenly-â
Yet, you werenât in the right state of mind to be paying attention to the utter filth that was spilling from your innocent best friendâs mouth. Breath choking up in a lead ball in your throat, you whisper, âCh-ChoâŠsâthat your knot?â
Your slicked-up folds puckering up in a wet snog against the overinflated ring ballooning around his thick base. The sheer thumping circumference of it makes you squeeze-
âY-yesââ heâs humming out. The sodden base of his cock thwack! thwack! thwacking your bruising entrance when heâs rutting in and out. Sloppy. Slow. Still trying not to see stars. âGod- sâeven softer than I ngh- imagined.â
And soft you were.Â
This is what your sweet pussy felt like? This good? This should be fucking illegal, he was babbling out - but wouldnât realize until much, much later.Â
Being spearheaded open with every unapologetic rifle to fill you up, the leftover dredges of Chosoâs seed trickle a slippery pathway leading him to ambush your g-spot head on. Stubbing his cool metal piercing into your sweetened bullseyes so hard, you swear you could feel the indenting divot of that sinful Prince Albertâs.
âThere?â Mesmerized, his eyes grow wide. âR-right there?â
And heâs hot - so feverish.Â
Glissading body on top of yours burning up with radiating heat, fracturing our rationality just as much as the sweet vanilla scent of his pheromones were. That tiny heart friendship charm on his necklace hitting your collarbones in a dirty staccato.Â
You can feel yourself start to drool with how stupid Chosoâs cock was fucking you, curling a few neat raking lines down his statuesquely muscled back. It makes him just arch his cock even deeper to jostle your snug insides riotously.Â
âI-imagined about me a lot?â Ah, youâre finding it in yourself to smirk.
Something that Chosoâs jackhammering out in quick, increasingly sloppy juts of his hips. Slathering the entirety of his cock with your slicked juices.Â
âO-of course.â Heâs shifting his eyes gingerly away from yours with a boyish blush. But now that Choso had started talking, he couldnât stop. âAlways wanâed to f-fuck you through a rut or h-heat like this- to-â Couldnât keep from hiking up a flattened foot to angle his pierced cockhead into every untouched inch inside you. The special upright curve of his shaft driving you mad. â-to absolutely ruin you and-â The hand at your legs hover right over where he was plummeting your insides with gluey kisses - your womb. â-and make you mine. Ours.â
Ours.Â
God, just the mere act of confessing those embarrassing little words had Chosoâs hulking body practically melting into yours.Â
Itâs like his abs were made of adhesive, massaging up and down your front. Drowning you into the plethora of wrecked sheets and him when heâs collapsing on top of you - but still going. Still placing pound after pound.Â
âI-I want that too-â And you think you hear Choso sharply gasp, but you canât confirm over your popping ears. âAlways wanted it- ah- wanted you to fuck a baby into me, Cho.â
SLAM!
The slowly-splintering bedframe creaks when one particularly harsh rut has the headboard slamming into the wall behind.Â
And thatâs all he needed to hear.Â
A baby - he wants a baby. He needs one - and this wasnât just his alpha talking - and he was going to get it.
All that Choso thinks he ever could hear all through his honeyed mind for the rest of his life. Replaying it over and over in his mind like his favorite catchy tune.Â
You donât miss the way that he looks so in love above you, gaze practically heart-eyed and gone. Chosoâs raw, swollen lips meteor shower your face with peck after peck - just in time with the collisions of his rounded tip into your sweet spots.Â
âBoy or girl?â
âH-huh?â youâre questioning, barely-lucidly.Â
âBoy or girl.â
And after those senseless little answers are falling from your lips, Chosoâs brushing a hand over your lower tummy. Pushing. Hard. Until his twitchy knot was covered in buttery residues of cum, âAh- a-always wanâed a daughter with ya first. With your c-cute smile and ngh- eyes.â
Huffing out an embarrassed, âChoso.â
And heâs only scooping back in the leaky sediments of seed that heâs responsible for making a mess of. Turning a slow thumb right over your tight ring of muscle, âGonna have my- ngh- style of course, heh- youâd be the best momma. D-donât care if youâre my best friend, mâgonna breed ya until youâre overspilling, beautiful.â
You needed it so badly. Your heat turning up a notch until it felt like you were boiling from the inside out, candied scent drifting more.Â
Heâs giggling out, dark lashes batting without his permission. âMâgonna- ngh- take care of you-â. The hand caressing your elastic entrance flies upwards to get cleaned off by his own tongue - before prying your jaw sagging open to spit. âGoood fuckinâ care. Nâ hopefully youâll end up p-pregnantâŠhopefully.â
Heâs encircling the dip in your waist and dragging you forwards to smack against his washboard abs. Unable to squirm. Unable to run away. âGonna be the p-prettiest momma- the ngh- most beautiful.â Other hand restricting your throat so cozily that your vision tinges with black, âGonna be mine.â
And when youâre cumming, itâs with those exact words in mind.
The way your sopping walls were milking him for all heâs worth - so greedily - shoving Choso to tip over the edge, too.Â
Chosoâs letting his body sexily cave into yours, not breaking even a mere inch apart when heâs got you trapped and overfilled with every dollop of his cum icing your insides. And right now you could already feel the way your scents were mixing, the way Choso turns slightly cross-eyed-Â
Before sharply turning to your glands and biting.Â
Hard.Â
His predatory canines break through your epidermis layer like butter, a crimson lipstain gushing from the wound and staining his lips a handsome rouge.Â
And - only belatedly, once your omegaâs snapping at you with her teeth bared - do you realize that itâs your turn to do the same. As if you would want any other.Â
Locking your jaw to dig into his pale, dampish throat, Choso sucks in his cheek to muffle the slightest whine when youâre wringing him through every speck of bliss he could possibly ever feel in a lifetime. Furious cock stuttering out a few more lazy wisps of cum at the mingling feeling of finally being yours.Â
âNot ânough-â Heâs eyeing the leftover ring of cum painting his knot, âCan I fill ya up m-more? Please? Please- my girl.â
Youâre pulling away with a woozy nod to rub your thumb over the dug indents of your teeth, gently soothing slow circles over the feral sting.Â
Filling you up over and over with each pound, heâs fucking you into the mattress like he hates you. And heâs fucking you like every shuddering ram had a creamy ounce of cum pouring into your gummy walls. Glueing in wet splats against your g-spot, your cervix, like a second sloppy skin.Â
Generous helpings of cum drifting into almost blanks-
âHeh- haaaah- yâknow thaâs makinâ me still c-cum, beautiful.â Chosoâs leaving sodden kisses on your own mark, your lips. âMâsorry mâsorry I- I canât stop- I just- canât.â
And itâs sheer animal nature in you thatâs screaming at you that you donât want him to stop until youâre sure it takes. Thatâs bending down a hand as much as deftly as possible to wrap around Chosoâs slightly softening cock - that only tuts in impatience.Â
âWh-when I said inside-â Youâre pumping his soaked base as much as possible, feeling the stiffening twitch at his tip buried inside you. â-I mean- inside-â
Itâs like youâre being split-apart - like you couldnât be any fuller if you tried.Â
And, yet, only the very curvaceous top of Chosoâs inflated knot had bullied its way in-between your lewdly stretched hole. Gaping a pathway so incredibly girthy that it makes you scrunch your brows, head tumbling backwards.Â
âOh- oh, my greedy, greedy girl.â But Choso doesnât look one bit admonishing - not one bit. Slithering a hand down to your cunt, heâs steamrolling two thick pads of his fingers. Rubbing up against your squeamish walls, scissoring your tight entrance so amply open. âI can put itâŠinside. R-really, really inside?â
Oh, Choso doesnât know what blessings heâs received in his past lives. But absolutely nothing could have prepared him for how swelteringly hot and cushy you were around his fat knot.Â
Swallowing up the bulging circlet, plugging up your seeping slit safely so that youâre not spilling a single glutinous splotch of his cum. So that it will take. Itâs such a tight fit. Such a burning stretch. You felt so full you could burst with every throb of his swollen knot probing your walls.Â
Ah, you look so pretty this way.
And Chosoâs half-wishing he had a camera to capture this moment. With his lips pressing a few syrupy kisses along every inch of skin he could reach. Somewhere near your tummy - so full and slightly inflated with the copious amounts of cum that were dumped inside you.Â
Heâs murmuring something drunken - something you probably werenât even supposed to hear. But at the curious tilt of your head, your best friend chews over his lips nervously.Â
And a giddy smile plasters across your face at the saccharine love in your best friendâs eyes - the way he was probably mulling over asking you out on a date. There was no turning back at this point, and your omega purred in agreement as you got ready to say yes. For him to say a sweetened-Â
âMarry me.â
A/N. You show up at the next Itadori family dinner with a ring and Sukuna has an actual heart attack.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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nerd!choso who is so unknown at school that people go, âwho?â when heâs mentioned. youâre pretty sure that only five people knew who he even was.
nerd!choso who is most definitely the president of some club like chess or dead poets society. he saw you at the club fair and fell in love
he thinks he went to heaven when you approach his table at club rush. yuji, although not in chess, was helping choso recruit people since his poor brother was too shy to talk to anyone. you go up to your friend yuji, making small talk with him.
âiâve never played chess, yujiâ, you giggled
âmy brother can teach you!â
you glanced over at choso, not even noticing him at first. he was.. pretty. not pretty as in a way your friends would giggle at you when they saw you in a new outfit, not pretty as in the comments you got under your instagram post, but he was a natural beauty.
yuji had to snap you out of it. of course he noticed though, the way you two looked at each other.
nerd!choso who teaches you how to play chess, not letting the two other members of the small club play with you.
nerd!choso who helps you study, helps you carry textbooks, and helps you with midterms and any exams you have.
nerd!choso who has a nosebleed when you give him a small peck on the cheek when he finally confesses to you after months of pining for you.
you two had been studying in his dorm, comfortable with each other as your head was leaning against his shoulder as you two relished in each otherâs presence.
âi like you.â
âoh! i like you tââ
âno. i like you.â
you turn to him. a small smile creeping onto your face. you didnât say anything, only pressing a short kiss on his cheek. he immediately freezes up, his hands turning clammy and sweaty.
âiâuh..â
then, a trickle of blood comes from his nose, dripping onto his cupidâs bow.
âoh my god, cho!â, you gasped as you jump up, running to grab a tissue from his nightstand where he also kept a picture of you two and a bottle of lotion
you leaned in, wiping his nose attentively. as you chide and nurse him while mumbling, choso canât help but stare down to take a peep at your tank top. he could see the valley of your boobs and the top of your bra. he choked, letting out a startled gasp before his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
he knocked out cold on the spot
nerd!choso who keeps a special picture of you in his wallet. heâll be at his chess club meetings, at lectures, out with his family, and he keeps a hand on his wallet, knowing youâre in there.
the picture was a polaroid he took with your camera, your eyes were just out of frame but he could see a portion of your fucked out face, his cum dripping from your mouth and splattered on your cheeks. you were completely naked and sprawled out on his bed in his childhood home
it was almost funny how a hot goddess of a girl was naked, covered in his cum, and sprawled out, pussy on display on his old lego ninjago bedsheets.
nerd!choso who dedicates every single one of his orgasms to you. if you were with him, heâd find a way to cum inside you. in your mouth or your pussy, heâs find a way inside. of course, heâd also opt for cumming on your tits or on your face, he wasnât greedy. but what he really wants, is to cum inside your cute little ass! heâs too shy to ask, of course, but the day would come eventually
if you werenât here though, heâd pull up his personal secret album for you, filled photos and videos with shots of under your skirt, through the crack of your bedroom, from your window, when you just walking around with a tank top. he loved it all.
but his favorites were videos youâd allowed him to take while he was fucking you from the back or in missionary. he loved watching them on repeat, never getting bored of them. after a while, he gained the courage to show you as well.
you checked your phone to see a notification from your boyfriend and gasped when you opened it.
it was an image of the picture he kept of you beside his bed, covered in his semen. in the corner of the photo was his hand wrapped around his throbbing cock.
âi miss you đ€â
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pornstar!choso has a curated look that throws off a lot of his costars. strong build, straight-set face, hands made to choke and tear⊠most of those he film with donât expect to be doted on the entire time.
people joke that pornstar!choso falls a little bit in love with every costar he fucks or gets fucked by. that glossy look that always pulls at his face by the time a scene ends, how his lip trembles with a need to be kissed raw when he cums. he says it's just the bliss of his orgasmâthat he gets emotional in the moment, but it doesn't mean anything. well, until he meets you.
pornstar!choso who looks you up before his shoot because your name sounded vaguely familiar when it left his agents lips. he could have sworn you'd fucked before, because when he rolls the syllables of your name on his tongue they're nostalgic and taste like the sweat and laboured breaths of a long night between satin sheets. had you shot a scene together before? or had it been a one night stand?
pornstar!choso who realises that no, he hadn't slept with you before. but the familiarity of your name isn't a coincidenceâhe's fucked his fist to your videos more times than he can count. your name hits him like lightning, he had typed it into his search bar late in the night, cock hard and in need of instant relief. it's almost scary how well he knows you, what sounds you make when you get close to cumming, how you often arch your back and try to run from the overwhelming pleasure, how your eyebrows knit together when you're feeling so good it almost hurts.
pornstar!choso who realises with a now-red face that you probably don't have a clue who he is, and yet he's cum in time with you for months now. he's pretty sure he's drained his wallet at least twice on your cam shows... what if you recognise his name and piece it together with his username that he donates under? he debates cancelling the shoot, faking covid to get some time at home to hate himself endlessly.
but pornstar!choso realises that this is his chance to get to know how you really feel. he's imagined it so many times, as he fucked fake pussies or his closed fist using spit or his own cum as lube. you'd be warmer, undoubtedly tighter... so much prettier. and he wants to know more: would you prefer to take control and turn him into the toys he so often pretends are you? would you lay back all pretty and let him ruin you on his cock? how deep could you take him he knows he's big but you seem so eager, would you take him to the base with ease or would he have to force it in? bully your pretty pussy until it stretches to his shape?
pornstar!choso who hates the fact that your first, and possibly only, time together would be in front of a production crew and under the unsympathetic lights of a porn set. but he'd fuck on a stage in front of thousands if it means a taste of you.
pornstar!choso who makes it to the shoot before you do, comes ten minutes early to settle his anxieties and get a feel for the scene ahead. the director tells him its a simple shoot, that choso is meant to let you ride him for a while until you pull off and suck his cock for a nice close-up facial shot. the way the director speaks so clinically about sex with you makes choso grimace, he feels pathetic for feeling like this. like he'll be a changed man after feeling you around his cock, which is already painfully hard.
pornstar!choso who hates himself for stumbling over his words when he meets you. he wishes he had never looked you up, though he doesn't doubt seeing your pretty face like this would have wrecked his confidence regardless. you're kind, greet him with a shy smile as if he isn't about to slip balls deep inside of you.
pornstar!choso who, once he has you sitting on top of him on that bedâcameras pointed dutifully as you start to play your role and hike your skirt up so you can sink down on his cockâhe can't handle the thought of fucking you like it's nothing, like it's not been the crux of his fantasies in the dark hours at night.
pornstar!choso who, probably to the detriment of his career, pushes you backwards onto the bed and connects his lips to yours in a kiss that surpasses every single fantasy he's had in his mind. you taste good, and he wants more. he speaks against your lips, asks whines a question that makes your stomach coil. 'can i eat you out first? please?'
pornstar!choso who is chided by the production team as he gets his head under your skirt and laps at your pussy in the most desperate act of need he thinks he's ever displayed. those that claim he falls in love with each shoot would be wholly correct in this case: he is in love with the taste of you, with the way your legs trap him in and ask for more. he could eat you for hours, run his tongue from your clit to dip it inside of you in reverence of the goddess he believes you to be. and you laugh at the absurdity of his hunger, at the courage it takes to run off script, and the pure need in which he eats you out.
pornstar!choso who only stops once the director threatens to cut the scene entirely. his cock hurts with how hard it is though, and he thinks the redirection of blood has made him lightheaded, because when he's made to sit back and let you sink down onto his length he swears he meets god.
pornstar!choso who can't help his whines as you ride him, an addiction already laying down roots in his brain. he has to try and think of anything less godly than you to hold on to his orgasm though, because the combination of your body and having subconsciously trained himself to associate you with climaxing is all too strong, and he's a hairs breadth away from cumming prematurely and ruining the scene.
pornstar!choso who realises as you continue, however, that your moans arent the same as he's heard them before, though the speakers of his phone. you're more breathy with him, your moans are less honeyed, more rawâas if coming from your chest rather than your throat. he wonders for a moment if he's not good enough, if you're having to fake your pleasure to save face for the cameras. but you're soaked, and even above the sounds of your shared pleasure he can still hear the squelch of his cock rutting in and out of you.
but before pornstar!choso can question himself further, your eyes are widening and you're latching a hand onto his throat as your pace increases. he can feel the way you tighten impossibly around him, the way your hips stutter and your pupils blow out with lustâyou're cumming. and of course he remembers his instructions, to let you climb off of him and take his load over your face... but you're not climbing off of him.
pornstar!choso who understands the pointed look you manage to give him, that it's your turn to bypass the scene direction. you want to be greedy, to feel him finish inside of you, even through the confines of a condom. your moans arent fake, they're the first real ones you've let sound on a porn setâand choso is pulling them from your lungs like a choir's conductor.
pornstar!choso who can't last a minute longer, now with the way you lean in and coax him to climax with your voice, the soft praise that leaves your lips is an aphrodisiac and all too powerful. he sees stars when he cums, full blown galaxies too complex to imagine. call it an out-of-body experience or not, but choso is lost in his orgasm for long enough to warrant you bringing him back down with a soft kiss to his lips. he looks sinful: his hairs come loose, messy and stuck to his forehead. his eyes, though, are what's going to be the subject of a few screenshots taken by his fans: he looks totally infatuated.
pornstar!choso who, after taking a few minutes to settle himself after the shoot, watches as you walk over to him, a very pretty smile pulling at the corner of your lips before you lean down and peck his lips goodbye. he assumes it's the last he'll see of you, that there's no way he's worthy of every tasting you again. that night, he's scared to brush his teeth, to lose the way you linger on his tongue.
pornstar!choso who debates fucking his fist to the memory of you in bed that night. he thinks you've ruined masturbation for him, or sex in general: nothing could quite be the same. and as if its a sign from god that he's done enough good in his life to deserve some positive karma, his phone dings.
a photo of you, a pretty vibrator laid over your stomach. your laptop open in the background, his porn playing on the screen.
attached, a message that makes the poor boy cum in his pyjama bottoms. 'lets meet up again. i want to tie you up and film how stupid you get with a vibe strapped to your cockâa movie just for us, though. no audience.'
pt 2 in the works :p
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CLEAN UP ON AISLE MY PANTS OMG
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