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moeyes · 1 year ago

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"hey, emo boy!" ♡ | kamo choso

pairing: kamo choso x fem. reader

warnings: 3.8k words, pwp, mostly just smut, virgin! choso, sexual tension, teasing, established relationship, choso has a tongue piercing, whiny choso, eating out (ft. pussydrunk choso), petnames (baby, pretty girl, princess), overstimulation (on both ends), creampie

synopsis: turning on your virgin boyfriend is a fun pastime, and it gets even better when he finally decides to do something about it.

CHOSO WAS GETTING FED UP WITH YOUR TEASING. He couldn't stand the way that you were forcing yourself into his nighttime fantasies with the way you were acting. From the shimmying of your ass on his sensitive cock, feeling precum leak and stain his boxers with every grind down on him. It was intentional too— he could tell by the way your gaze would flicker back onto his face, intently watching him try his hardest to suppress the groans that nearly slipped past his lips.

Other times, you would feign innocence, batting your eyes coquettishly up to him as your fickle hands would glide across his firm abdomen down to his crotch, lightly grazing the apparent bulge with your fingertips. It was getting harder not to thrust his aching cock up into your palm, needing more than the feathered touches that you provided him with.

This all started when he informed you that he was still a virgin, and you being the devious girlfriend you were, acted mercilessly with the vigor, the lust imbedded in even the lightest of grazes upon his body. There was no mistaking it with the way your eyes practically ate him up, fixed on his being and never wavering until it was all too suffocating. Choso couldn't deny how hot it was to see you act in such a manner, revving up his jerk-off sessions whenever you were away.

He knew that he was bigger than others— he knew that you knew it too, with the way the imprint of his cock would protrude through layers of clothing. It made it no easier to conceal whenever he had a raging hard-on. Most of the time, Choso ended up excusing himself from whatever cruel interaction he was having to endure until he was pushed to the breaking point.

Tonight was no different in the manner, but Choso found himself getting real tired of your shenanigans, of all that damn bark-no-bite action you were doing. Flashing him as you passed by with that mini skirt showing your ass, the black thong doing nothing to cover up the supple flesh. Your tube top was no better, his eyes were practically entranced with the perkiness of your nipples that peaked through the thin material.

What Choso wouldn't give to take those buds into his mouth, large hands kneading at your rear as he makes a mess out of you? He felt his cock twitch at the idea, and part of him was tempted to do just that, but he could hear your pretty self making your way over into the bedroom. "Choso, are you almost ready?" Snapped out of his thoughts by the sound of your saccharine tone ringing against his ear, his gaze turned away from the mirror to face you.

You couldn't help but grin coyly at his whole look. A monochromatic look consisting of mainly black dressing his body, from the bottom up. A black sleeveless top was snuggly fitted onto his body paired with a loose pair of grey ripped jeans that showed off bits and pieces of his legs. A part of you wished that they were already on the floor, with his knee grounded against your pussy, but you weren't going to act on it— at least, not yet.

His casual make-up look was apparent, a thin tracing of black eyeliner on his waterline with a dabble of purple eyeshadow to enhance his plum-colored irises that glazed over your body with a look of want evident in his eyes. The usual spiked choker to tie the whole look together, of being the big, "scary" boyfriend was neatly placed atop the dresser, ready for whenever he was ready to put it on. Choso motioned for you to come over with his hand, displaying his black nail polish to you, on the verge of chipping completely off, but he wasn't one to mind.

With a little shake of your hips as you walked up to him, the accessories on his veiny hands had your throat bobbing at the sight. Rings embellished his long fingers, feeling the cold sliver yourself when he grasped at your chin, pulling your face down to meet him in a hungry kiss. It always felt like he was devouring you whenever you kissed, tasting whatever flavor was left on your tongue. In response, your knees would buckle in, lavishing in the fervor of his actions as your head buzzed in delight. His other, much sneakier hand, trekked up the side of your bare thigh, squeezing tightly before moving to grope at your bare ass cheek.

"Choso..." A breath of his name escaped past your lips before his mouth was all over you again. Hands went into his soft black locks of hair, tugging his face closer into you, the kiss becoming much more aggressive with each glide against one another's lips. Lip-locked, Choso's hand went over the curve of your ass, toying with the string of fabric wedged between your puffy pussy lips.

"You've been teasing me for far too long, pretty girl. Makin' me nearly cream my pants on too many occasions..." Murmuring between kisses, his words have your face flushed, his quiet demeanor shifting ever so slightly into a dominant presence. Moving his lips away from yours, he began to lather open-mouth kisses across the curve of your neck, the hand once holding your chin now pulling at your waist to sit on his lap.

There was no hesitation in following the smooth gliding of his hand, your legs pushing against his own. "You never seemed to mind," softly gasping out at his wet tongue swirling around your nipples through the cotton material. The feverish roll of the silver ball on his tongue traced around each of them, before sucking down harshly. Both of Choso's hands were playing with your bottom, entranced with the way with jiggled in his hands.

"Don't act coy. I know you could feel me rubbing against the curve of your ass whenever you were moving in my lap— just like now," He was right, and your silence spoke volumes, egging him on to continue berating you. "You're so cruel, baby. All you had to do was ask if you wanted me, but you had to be difficult."

"M'sorry, Choso..." Whining out of your glossy lips, coated with his spit, your pussy dragged against his clothed cock with the drag of your hips. Choso tsked at your humping, but he couldn't diminish the grunt to slip past his lips, cheeks tinted with pink as he watched you get yourself off. Seeing how desperate you were had Choso no longer holding back from what he wanted.

He was tired of not indulging himself, despite his nerves in losing his virginity. Seeing you crave him like this, watching the leg of his pants becoming soaked as you held onto his shoulders desperate to come flicked a switch for him to act, to take the initiative. “No need to apologize, baby. I’mma take good care of you now…” The "mean guy" act was quick to fade with his soothing words, swiftly hoisting you off into his lap as he gently placed you onto the plush bedding.

Hovering above you, Choso was quick to pursue, hands seeking out the warmth from your body, taking you in by the hips as he peppered kisses against your bare torso. "I want you so bad. Been dreaming of how good you'd taste on my tongue, how good your pussy would feel squeezing 'round me." He confessed, eyes bearing into yours as he spoke, pulling down your mini skirt, giving him access to your lower half. Inner thighs coated with slick as the panties were wedged between your folds, brushing against your clit, had Choso eagerly licking at his lips.

"You're so wet, princess," sticking out his tongue, he was eager to lap up the juices to messily coat your thighs. The taste alone urging to dive face-first into your sopping pussy, drinking up anything you were willing to give. "Mhm... More please, Choso...!" You begged your voice sounding much sweeter when you called out to him with such a needy tone. Choso's cock twitched within his confines, growling slightly before dipping into the slick walls, tongue lapping at the juices that continued to secrete. He couldn't get enough of it, the taste was so much better from the source as he ate you out like a starved man, relishing every ounce of what he was missing out on.

Back arched with your lower body sloppily thrusting down onto his face, you looked down at your man through teary eyes. You knew Choso had a good tongue on him, but you didn't know that he was this good— especially when the silver ball on his tongue, cool to the touch, would continuously flick against your clit, ripping moan after moan from your vocal cords. "Ngh— mmph, Choso, it feels s'good," wailing out, you watched Choso's half-lidded eyes momentarily look over your face, the flush evident on your cheeks as your chest heaved.

Thighs still tight around his head, it was the only cue he needed to know that it wasn't enough. Choso wanted you to come all over his tongue, and he needed a little more than this muscle to do it. "You want my fingers too, pretty girl?" An eager nod from you was more than enough to satisfy him, placing a quick kiss on your thigh, before dipping his face back in between your cunt. Hiking you up by the underside of your legs, hooking them over his shoulders, Choso wriggled one of his hands between, the cold metal grazing against your heated flesh.

Focusing his mouth over your clit, while he gently prodded two of his garnished fingers into your slick folds, the wiggle in your hips and the high-pitch moan to escape your lips at the thrust pushed him to continue fingerfucking you at a quick pace. The different engravings from the rings scraping against your walls had you deliciously clamping down on his fingers, the mix of sensations feeling amazing. His jeans were becoming too tight from the sight before him, from the juices of his pretty girlfriend all over his face. Choso couldn't get enough of you, bringing you to an orgasm that came crashing over you with a jolt of your body and the drawn-out echo of his name throughout the room.

"F-Fuck baby wanna have you come one more time for me." But the thing was— it wasn't just one more time. With a strong arm hooked around your waist, he pulled your lower half and smushed it against his face, ringing out orgasm after orgasm from your already-soaked pussy. Pussy-drunk, was what your boyfriend was, captivated on seeing how much cum you can spray out, all for his big appetite.

Choso’s grunts and groans were suppressed with your cunt smothering his face, not bothering to come up to breathe unless crucial. Legs trembled in his grasp, weakly trying to push his head away from your overstimulated pussy, gushing out one last coating out of your well-prepped hole, hearing an audible squelch as his long fingers eventually retreated.

"Choso, I wanna feel your big cock in me— I want you so, so bad." His cheeks burnt up from the sultriness, the filth in your words as you called out to him, needing him so much. "Don't worry, baby. Gonna do just that..." Pulling his face away from your cunt, his lips found yours in a frantic kiss, tugging the tube top down to your stomach as his lubricated hands toyed with your perky nipples, pinching and twisting the buds, covering them with your cum. Mouth parted due to his actions allowing for his tongue to slip in, tasting yourself upon him as your hands brought his slick-coated face closer to yours. Everything was so dirty about the whole exchange, but you couldn't get enough of it, enough of him.

Choso's finger and tongue fucking you, watching you intently for each reaction as a permanent etch in that damn good memory of his had you clamping down on nothing. He had you doubting him being a virgin with how exceptional he was with working with your pussy, a mere glance being enough for Choso to know what makes your body tick— you give him an inch and he runs miles. Hands maneuvering down to the hem of his pants, you jerked at them, cueing Choso to follow along with getting him into an equally undressed state.

Engrossed with Choso's stripping, you gaped at him throughout the process, practically salivating at the damp spot on his black boxers. He had to have come in his pants for the darkened area on the fabric to be so large, and the thought alone was having you all sorts of hot and bothered again. Choso proceeds to shrug his underwear off, eyes adverted away from you, his hard-on springing to life once released from its tight restraints. His flustered state, fumbling about until settling on his toned thighs, almost as his he were unsure of what to do next.

Seeing his brows furrowed, paired with a weary glance, your hand instinctively reached out to him, cupping his cheek ever so softly. Thumb lightly brushing against his smooth skin, before using your pointer finger to trace the curve of his facial tattoo, you peppered tender kisses throughout his face. From the edge of his brow to the dip in his cheeks, you ensured no space was left untouched, resulting in the crease in his brows softening, the nervousness swirling about in his gaze to fade away. “We don’t have to do anything else if you don’t want to,” reassuring Choso, you continued to graze your lips down his jawline to the base of his neck, brushing your nose against the side.

You could practically feel his pulse racing from up here, practically pumping through his veins as he enveloped you into a tight embrace, squeezing your nearly naked body against his own. The tremble in his voice when letting out an exhale, feeling his swollen cock, red tip oozing out precum as it slid against the dip of your folds. "No, no— I wanna do this. I want you too." Biting down on his bottom lip, the roll of his hips as he dipped in further, the tip of his cock hitting against your hypersensitive clit forced a sharp intake of air as you watched, hypnotized by the slow strokes.

Then, all at once, he stuffed himself full within you. The stretch was so much it was nearing painful with how snuggly he nestled himself inside you, so deep and tight. Tears brimmed your eyes at the sudden fullness, the dull pain thrumming in your gut as the wet squelching having you look away in embarrassment.

"F-Fuck Choso, uugh, s'big... God, you're stretchin' me out," hands clawing on his back, jaw unhinged as tears rise to the surface, one thrust alone took your breath away. Choso was no better, whining at how tight your cunt was squeezing down on him. Gummy walls had him holding onto your hips for dear life, trying not to let the fuzziness that filled his head get the better of him, nearly coming on the spot.

Wiggling your hips to get better adjusted, ass brushing against his balls had his nails digging into the dips of your waist, halting your movements as he looked down at you, eyelashes speckled with small teardrops from the pleasure. "Shit— c-can't have you movin' right now, baby. Gimme a sec..." Panting out, he slowly dragged his cock out from the vice grip that your pussy had him in, watching how you coated him from top to bottom, a sheer coating now adorning his dick and balls. Lifting you on his lap, Choso carefully aligned your puckered hole back to his shaft, sinking you back down onto him with a strained groan.

Nestling his face into your shoulder, the warmth on his face blossoming as Choso tries to regain his composure, his bodily movements refuse to be still, jerking up into your slobbering pussy, his thrusts sporadic and eager. Once to motion started, he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, addicted to watching the way you sucked him up so greedily. "Aghh— C-Choso, mmph, jus' like that..." Hips bouncing in sync with the rhythm he set, you squeezed his lower torso with your legs, sinking further down onto him as he plummeted himself into you.

"Nngh, you're so damn tight, princess—!" With each thrust, the pleasure seemed endless, the curve of his cock hitting deeper inside of you, toes curling at each graze of his girthy cock slipping in and out of your folds. Chortled gasps slipped past your bruised lips, smeared gloss staining your cheek as you continued to mark up Choso's chest with open-mouth kisses. He seemed completely out of it, his pale skin flushed entirely as he moaned your name out on repeat, as if it was the only thing that he was able to think about.

You, and your wet cunt milking him dry.

His eyeliner and eyeshadow were smudged long ago, his usual hairstyle of two messy, but symmetrical buns was torn down long ago, and his black hair cascaded down his neck as the occasional strands were glued to his skin by the sweat to coat his body. Dark eyes fixated on the jiggle of your breasts every time he stroked his cock back deeply into you.

Barely lucid with how good fucking you felt, meeting your hipbones perfectly with each slam of his hips. Removing one of his hands from your waist, he slipped his fingers back down to your clit, pleased with the way your mewls only increased in volume from the returning stimulation.

You could feel yourself approaching the apex all over again, fluttering your pussy all over again, drooling at the thought of spasming all over his cock. Entangling your hands throughout his dampened hair, you tugged his head up to look at you, the action having his hips stutter momentarily. Diverting his attention to your lewd facial expressions, the desperate yanking of his tresses to kiss him as if your life depended on it. Tongues tangled as your fingers dug to keep his lips on yours, the shared breaths and vibrations from the whines Choso couldn't help but emit filled your ears.

"Choso baby, 'm close, so close!" Babbling out, words slurred as your hazy gaze met his, Choso could feel your slick walls clamp down tighter than they ever had over his cock. His tip perfectly brushing against your sweet spot was the final trigger, having your eyes squeezed shut as you physically began to shake from this orgasm, feeling all sorts of light-headed as your body laid limp against his. This alone pushed Choso teetering over the edge, his jawline clenched tight as his thrusts became much more random, less precise as he was chasing his release.

He was fucking into your slouched-over body like a fleshlight, his grip on you so tight that there was no doubt bruises would surface afterward. Murmuring rushed out apologies, he was so lost in the the overwhelming sensations that he was becoming rougher— not that you minded in the slightest.

Through blurry vision, you watched your boyfriend, one who is typically so stoic and composed, becoming a fucked-out mess. "Mnfph— shit, m' gonna come! W-Where do you— oh fuck, want it?" His voice raspier as he asked through hoarse groans, thrusts becoming shallower as Choso looked over at you.

"Inside, baby— fill me up, Choso," the urgent whimper that you responded with, letting go of your hold around his body to rest your back against the comforters as you peered up at him with a desperateness in your eyes. The thought of pumping you full of his cum, the mental image of seeing your pussy leaking with his thick load seeping out of you ignited a new vigor in Choso's maneuvers. Grasping at the underside of your thighs, nearing the curve of your ass, he rutted into you intensely, his pace both fast and deep.

"Gimme one more orgasm, pretty girl— feels s'good when you come 'round me," begging out to you between shallow breaths, his scorching gaze trailed all over your body, his pent-up release building drastically. His desire to come with you in unison has Choso rubbing harshly on your swollen clit, fixated on making sure that it was enough to have you twitching around him the moment he fills you up, as per your request. Despite how exasperated he had you, the sweaty pool that you left against the sheets as you could feel the excess of your previous orgasms trickling down your ass, you couldn't refuse to give him one more, not when he asked you like that.

"P-Princess, oh shit I-I feel it...!" With the jitter in his movements, it was clear that Choso couldn't hold out any longer; fortunately, his holding out wasn't in vain. From the consistent rubbing and pinching on your clit, had another climax reeling out of you with relative ease, tears flowing down your cheeks from the high that he had you on with his cock. "Come, Choso, been s'good for me, makin' me come time n' time again..." Praising his dutiful work, you couldn't say much besides that as the orgasm was forcefully ripped from your body, back arching as your pussy covered him top to bottom, coating him with your juices.

That was all that was needed for Choso to lurch his head down to your chest, his head resting against your chest as he came— hard, into you. Thick spurts of cum coat your inner walls, feeling warm on both the inside and out as his hold on your flesh loosens immensely, the rocking of his hips coming to a slow, deliberate stop as he tries to regain his breath.

Hands encircling around his back, you tell him sweet nothings, praising him for his efforts. Craning his head to face you properly, you giggled, wiping at some of the make-up that went far off to his temple. "You had a little something there," you teased him playfully. Choso huffed but was quick to return the favor, his thumb brushing against the underside of your eyes.

Despite the seemingly innocent gesture, he languidly slipped his cock out from the confines of your cunt, the trickle of cum attempting to seep out being stopped by two of his fingers. "Sorry baby, gave you quite a bit and don't want it coming out just yet." If anything was telling about the look swirling around his eyes, a resurging desire that could only be quelched by one thing. His darkened gaze had you gulping at the sight alone, avoidant of making eye contact. What you couldn't ignore was the pulsing of his cock, becoming hard as it brushed against the inside of your thigh.

Oh shit, here you go again.

i yearn for this man desperately, absorbing every ounce of content out for him and had to give something out in return—

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