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dilftaroooo · 7 months ago

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And i will be reading this later 🤭

Don’t You Love It When I Come Around?

Your relationship with him is so toxic. But no matter how hard you try to end things, he always worms his way back between your legs.

✧˖*°࿐: 18+ only, no minors. ✧. ┊ takuma ino x f!reader

Genre: porn! with a plot! Notes: in january i told u guys to send ino prompts and i would write my favourite and here it is, I'll add the ask below ! Warnings: 18+, fem!reader, dubcon (he's high), toxic relationship, exes to lovers?, rich boy!ino, dacryphilia, pussy eating ♡, light nipple play, vaginal sex, love making ♡, drool ♡, praise, slight orgasm denial, scratching, creampie ♡, manipulation, calls your pussy she/her, pet names (princess, baby/babe, gorgeous etc.) Words: 4.6k

He loves you.

He wouldn’t keep coming back to you with such urgency and wanton if he didn’t love you so ardently. But you ended things, and for the first time there was some finality to the breakup. You’re weak with your will and conviction, usually. You can’t take it anymore, you can’t.

Being second best to every other thing is his life is too hard.

His friends, his family.

Drugs.

You want to be his top priority, but you never will be. It weighs heavy in your heart whenever you’re with him, you don’t feel the type of love you want to feel from him. The kind where you know he’d kiss the ground you walk on and worship your very existence.

Fairy tale love, romance movie love.

He isn’t capable. And it’s taken you too long to realise it.

And usually, you crumble when he begs. His pleas and promises to change always sway you into believing him, despite knowing the truth that he’ll never change for you. He thinks money carries the same weight as love. He thinks his daddy’s credit card is the answer to all of his problems.

He wants to believe you can be bought.

He truly believes that he can buy your subservience with the same unearned money he uses to pay his dealer in fat wads of cash.

The day you met his dealer is the day you think things really began to fall apart between you. He wouldn’t refrain from making lewd comments about you, a fact that has stopped you from going with him to pick up since that first encounter. Your boyfriend didn’t chastise him, no. Instead, he played along. Joking that he’d be willing to share during your most intimate moments or even give you up completely to use as a payment instead of actually paying.

You broke up with him that night, leaving him alone with his friend. He didn’t even bother chasing after you to apologise. He didn’t care enough to check if you were okay, either. It hurt you to think that he was laughing it off with Sukuna, imagining him so nonchalant and uncaring broke your heart.

And you’re lucky you didn’t have to see that you were exactly right.

You can’t even remember why you forgave him that time, it should have been the final straw. He came over, sneaking into your window after your parents turned in for the night. It’s like he’d been waiting for all of the lights to go out. He lifted it, effortlessly, before he stepped inside. He hushed your protests and panic as you worried your parents would hear and before you knew it, he was your boyfriend again.

You jolt from your thoughts as you hear a struggle to your left. Your eyes linger on the window as you notice Takuma try his hardest to lift it open. He looks up and sees you staring, and you recognise something akin to fear sprawled across his pretty face.

He can’t remember the last time you locked the window.

“Baby, please.” he whispers. You shush him, determined to be strong as you approach the window and look at him sternly.

It’s the first time in over a week since you’ve laid eyes on each other, it should have been harder than it was. But you’ve had plenty of practice from when he goes on drink and drug infused benders and doesn’t even bother to send a measly text to let you know he’s alive.

Your fists clench tightly as you hold your parted curtains, though your will begins to dissipate as you see his soft brown stare up at you so pathetically. It feels like love. Maybe one more chance wouldn’t—

“Let me in, baby, ‘m so cold.” he tells you, squatting awkwardly on the roof as he tries to convince you to see things his way. Your blood begins to boil again as you remember how fucking entitled is. Entitled in life and entitled to you. Not this time. “I think it’s gonna—” the metal curtain pole hisses as you abruptly shut them and shut him out of your life for good.

“Go home, Takuma…” you sigh, your own purposiveness decaying as your body seems to crave him, you want to help him, despite knowing you’re being manipulated.

“Oh come on. Don’t do this, princess. It’s starting to rain!” he tells you.

You can’t listen to him. You grab your headphones from your desk and put them over your ears. You quickly scroll through your music library until you find your feel-good playlist and turn the volume to max. Sure you might go deaf in a few years, but it’s better than listening to him do all he can to get you to let him in.

The paranoia of not knowing what he’s doing or saying out there pricks at your skin like needles. Your senses are sharp despite cancelling one of them out. You begin to hear creaks of the window and calls of your name you’re certain you can’t be hearing. Your dad will come to berate you and him if he gets too rowdy. He wouldn’t risk it.

INO: Gonna start singing if you don’t let me in 💕

You learn forward in your seat as you read his message. He’s bluffing, he has to be. And yet, it scares you enough to pull your headphones down while your music continues to play through them. His knuckles are rapping against the window repeatedly without stopping as he waits for you to reply. He gives you a few minutes before the knocking stops, and while you hope he’s given up, you look down at your messages to see three dreaded dots appear.

INO: You’re so cute when you’re mad

INO: What song should I sing?

You freeze as you hear him hum, even over the sound of the rain pelting down against the roof shingles and the glass of your window. It’s a song you recognise instantly, the first song you danced to together when you met at a club two years ago.

“Come on baby, let me iiiiin~!” he speak-sings in tune with the beat and you know it’s only going to get worse. You try to hold strong, you do. The thought of giving him the satisfaction and ultimately the gateway to him winning you back makes your stomach churn, you don’t want to keep being this girl.

But you’ve always been weak when it comes to him.

The shriek of your curtains opening again puts a swift end to Takuma’s singing. His face lights up, and it makes you even angrier. He watches you intently as you unlock the window for him, but you step away to allow him the honour of opening it for himself.

“Shit baby, I’m soaked. Why didn’t you let me in sooner?” he asks, he wrings out his beanie on your bedroom carpet before tossing it aside completely. You roll your eyes as he shuts the window and begins to undress. “C’moooon, you’re not really giving me the silent treatment, are ya?”

You sigh and sit on your bed, carefully taking off your headphones and tucking them back into their protective casing. He barely even looks at you as you tuck your knees up to your chest and observe his every move.

“What do you want Takuma…” you pout. “I told you I don’t wanna see you anymore. Why are you here?” you ask.

He kisses his teeth, the sound makes your skin pinch together and you suddenly feel the harsh chill of the outside breaking in. He smiles at you, his sweet innocent face and warm brown eyes are almost enough to thaw you out.

“You didn’t really mean that, did ya?” he wonders. “Baby, I love you.” he kicks off his shoes and begins to undress. The audaciousness of him is never lost on you, but tonight he’s really something. He sits on the edge of your bed, his back facing you while he moves at a glacial pace.

He’s high. It’s obvious.

The sculptured muscles of his back flex and ripple as he takes off his socks, flinging them without a care in any direction before he stands up to look at you. You swallow, hard, as the buckle of his belt begins to clink before he pulls it out of the belt loops with one hand. Your eyes stay fixed on his as his arm extends and he lets it fall from his grip.

“Bet you’ve missed this dick, baby,” he smirks. “Can see it in your eyes. You’ve missed me.”

You roll your eyes despite his words hitting a nerve. His vision drops as he unbuttons his jeans, missing the way you squirm as you reposition yourself on the bed, tucking your knees further into your chest as you continue to stare while he takes off his clothes.

“Why do you play these games, princess? You know you always come back to me.”

“It’s not a game. I’m done with you, for real this time.” you protest. The way he bites his lip makes you angrier as he climbs on the bed with you, the mattress dipping as he slowly crawls towards you like he has so many times before.

He thinks, he knows everything you say it futile, regardless of how determined you are to not succumb to him for the umpteenth time.

“Take this off, gorgeous,” he demands as his fingers curl into the elastic waistband of your pleated skirt. You shake your head lightly, heart battering in your chest like a drum solo. He snarls, at that, like he hears your heart fighting against your weak defiance. “Suit yourself.” he mutters.

His hands wrap around your thighs and he drags you down the length of the mattress. It takes everything within you not to scream, the thought of being caught by your parents like this makes your whole body sear with heat.

“I’m—” you squeak, a little too loudly. You clear your throat and look at him, your eyes shaking with apprehension and anxiety. He wets his lips as he looks at you, waiting for you to continue. “I’m not fucking you. N-Not tonight. Not ever. Never again, Takuma… I m-mean it. We’re through!”

He sighs, a little pout forming on his lips as he crawls over your body. He cages you beneath him, looking down at you with a moue of dissatisfaction.

“What about a kiss baby? Can I have a kiss, just one?” he asks. His voice is soft and shallow. His honeyed eyes make you crumble as he stares at you with an intensity you’ve never felt from him before. Is it desperation? Is it panic that he’s really losing his grip on you? You can’t even look at him directly, each turn of your head causes him to angle his own so he can continue to stare you down.

And it works.

“Just a kiss.” you mumble, your whole body relaxes when he smiles. It’s such a sweet smile, the one that always adorned his gentle face when you first met. You’ve missed it, dearly.

Your eyes flutter closed as his lips land on yours. It’s chaste, quick, and leaves you wanting more.

“One more kiss, baby. Please?”

You nod, closing your eyes again. You startle when you feel the mattress shift dramatically. Words stay lodged in your throat as you see him on the ground, on his knees, looking up at you between your legs.

“No panties? Must’a known I was coming.” he grins. He flips up the material only slightly. His head disappears beneath the black pleats.

It’s pathetic, truly, the whimper that flees from you when he presses a delicate kiss to your clit. You cover your mouth with your hand, and you even surprise yourself when you feel tears roll down your cheeks.

“Can I kiss her again, princess? Wanna make out with her… do you want me to?” he wonders, repeating the same kiss again… again… and again.

“Y-Yes, Takuma please.” you moan. Your fingers card through his brunette locks, urging him closer to your heat. He complies, desperately. He slowly swirls his tongue over your swollen clit, humming contently as he encourages you to rest your legs over his shoulders.

The pleasure overwhelms you, and you allow yourself to lie comfortably against the mattress. Deep down you knew, you both knew, you were always going to end up like this.

You look between the valley of your breasts when you regain your stability. The shape of his head makes your own begin to spin as you see the material of your skirt move in tandem with his actions. The way he slurps and suckles on your flesh makes it all too clear, you’ll never be able to quit him. Not really, not when he’s so perfect when he’s like this.

Maybe he does love you, maybe all of the things he tells you when you shut him out for so long are indeed true. How else would he be able to ravage you with such vigour and passion? The only time you know him to have drive and patience is in moments like this.

He’s spoilt, but not with you.

He’s a giver, only for you.

Your back arches from the bed when the tip of his tongue targets a particularly sensitive spot between your folds. You moan, you whine, and it only encourages him more. He doesn’t stop when your thighs begin to clamp around his head. It’s more fuel to the fire, you have to smother any and all sounds that want to escape from your body with your hand.

And that, he sees as a challenge.

He holds under the bend of your knee and pushes it, so gently, towards your chest. And still, you feel like the air has been knocked from your lungs. Your skirt is forcibly moved by the action and his face is revealed once more. His eyes glitter and shimmer with expectance and desire as he sees your own face contort from the pleasure he’s forcing upon you.

His lips suction around your clit and he sucks like it’s his sole purpose on earth. Your eyes roll back, and you practically scream into your palm. His hand wanders purposefully to cup your breast. He squeezes experimentally, rubbing his thumb over the material of your top to tease your peaked nipple. The feeling of that is almost enough to make you unravel, your hips jerk at the contact, and he decides to take it further.

He breaches the edge of your crop top, desperate to feel your soft naked mound. Your eyes fill with water and spill consistently as he adds rolling your pebbled nipple between his thumb and forefinger to the intense amalgamation of pleasure.

“Ino… fuck,” you whisper pathetically, freeing your mouth momentarily to utter his name. To warn him. “I’m gonna cum.”

“… I know.” he mumbles before maintaining his efforts. His tongue swipes quickly over your clit, you whimper and your toes can’t help but curl as he doesn’t dare let up.

You grip the sheets below, desperate to hang onto something as you feel your body seconds from exploding. He shushes you between licks, drooling over your cunt as his jaw hangs low for you. You do all you can to keep quiet, but it’s a gargantuan task. Especially when you haven’t felt so good for so long, it’s near impossible.

Your legs begin to quiver as you cum. Your pussy gushes and coats his face further. And for once in his life, he isn’t ungrateful. He savours the taste and laps at your folds like a starving man. And after such a long time apart, that’s exactly what he is. He’s ravenous, he’s missed this. He’s missed you. And he’ll never not appreciate how delicious you are. And it’s all for him.

“Made such a pretty mess for me, baby,” he murmurs into your skin, repeatedly planting delicate kisses against your inner thighs. He doesn’t stop as he gets on top of you, showering your stomach in the same soft kisses. Each one infused with his desire for you. His urgency to force you to remember who you belong to and who you need.

Your legs spread beautifully for him, his throbbing cock rubs against your core, dampening the material of his underwear.

His eyes fixate on yours as he looks for permission to kiss you. And you give it, instantly, humming when his lips slot against yours. His tongue delves into your mouth, his hips begin to rut into you as you make out.

You run your fingers through his hair, interlocking your fingers to keep him close as you continue humping against each other. He breathes heavily as he breaks the kiss, staring down at you with a hurt look in his eye.

“What’s wrong?” you ask him quietly. It makes your blood run cold, the fear of wondering if he’s about to go back to the regular Takuma again. The one you’re all too familiar with, The one that always lets you down.

“… Don’t like it when you call me Ino, baby,” he tells you. It’s earnest, a twinge of disappointment laced in his words.

“All of your friends call you Ino, Ino.” you repeat. It makes your heart race to defy him, you seldom do. You’re the perfect girlfriend until you can’t take anymore, but this is different. You’ve never felt bold enough to do this, to attempt to rile him up.

Never.

“Stop that.” he growls, kissing you again. “You’re not my friend. You’re my girlfriend, alright? Say it. Please.”

“I t-told you… I don’t want you back. Only let you in so you wouldn’t wake my parents.”

He stops. He stands on his knee and looks down at you with a little frown, his lower lip almost jutting as he hears you. You can’t tell if he’s actually sad, or if it’s merely panic. “Do you mean that? You don’t want me back?”

You shake your head, despite it being the opposite of what you want. It’s almost as if you’ve been possessed.

“… So you wouldn’t care if I left right now? You don’t want to fuck?” he continues. You can barely look at him, you’ve never seen him like this before. He might actually be upset, he’s experiencing regret for the first time in his entire life.

“Well… if you wanna go, I won’t stop you Takuma.” you shrug, it comes a little too easily. It feels like a dream, or a nightmare to Takuma. He can’t help but stare as he realises he’s lost his control of you.

A hand rests on your knee, while the other carefully rubs the lower half of his face. He wants to ask again. And again. Is that really what you want? But he’s terrified to even think it, let alone say it. Because what if you are sure? He won’t know what to do, he’s never known you to be like this before. Maybe he took too long to come over this time, he got cocky. Assumptions and greed consumed him. He came back to you when he was ready, but he hadn’t accounted for the fact you might grow a backbone in that time.

He lowers himself again, your noses barely touching before he kisses the tip of it.

“You love me, I know you do baby,” he says, faux confidence lingering in his tone. Though you don’t notice, to you, he’s just confident. The sound of tender kisses littering your cheeks is the loudest sound in the room, even louder than his desperate whispers. “You gotta love me… because I love you. So much, baby, please forgive me.”

He doesn’t let up, like he’s transferring a love potion embedded from his lips to seep into your skin. You mewl at the sensation, never knowing him to be this affectionate before. You know why, the agonising realisation that he lost you has him resorting to this last ditch effort.

And you hate him, because it’s working.

“I’ll always love you more than anyone, y’know. I promise. I’ll be better this time…” he tells you, the same sorry line he’s told you so many times before. “Can I put it in, babe? Please… Please let me feel you close one more time, if ya really mean it.” he begs. He moves his lips to yours, hoping to silence you with a kiss to remember. There’s a hunger to it, a desperate craving that he can’t satiate.

He needs your help.

He needs you.

“L-Last time, okay? I mean it, Takuma, I won’t take you back.”

He stopped listening to you after he heard you agree, honestly. Reaching down to pull his boxers just enough for his cock to spring free. He moans, it’s akin to a whine as it slaps against his abdomen. He’s been hard since he got that first kiss from you, and tasting your slick made him ache for you.

He jerks himself a few times before he slips himself inside of your cunt. His cockhead resting carefully in your entrance. His body moves closer to yours as he sinks in further, you both moan in tandem as you stretch and swallow his cock oh so gloriously.

“S-See, baby? See how perfect I fit? ‘Cause you love me so much, and I love you.” he explains gently holding your jaw in his grip so he can force you to look at him. His hips begin to roll, but he can’t let you enjoy it. Your attempt to throw your head back in pleasure with your eyes scrunched closed is thwarted as his hips instantly slow. “You gotta say it. Say it back, princess.”

“I love you, Takuma…” you say, defeated. “You know I’ll always love y-you.”

“Yeah?” he smiles widely, moving his hips once more. “Always gonna be mine?”

“… always.” you nod.

He kisses you again, his body weight almost suffocating you as he rests on top of you. He fucks every ounce of passion and longing into you. He covers your mouth, sensing it’s too much. But he can’t stop. You don’t want him to, you’ve never felt so whole with him.

You’re too fucked out to notice how badly your bed is creaking. Even with your moans trapped behind Takuma’s palm, he’s sure your parents will know he’s here by now.

“Fuuuuck, you’re choking my fuckin’ dick, baby. Gonna make me cum too fast.” he tells you, kissing your forehead as he slams his hips into yours. “So tight for me… my p-perfect girl, aren’t ya?”

You nod desperately, clenching around him at his every word.

“Want you to cum for me… but,” he rests his forehead against yours, alternating his movements to slow and deep rather than hard and fast. It has you drooling against his palm, but he doesn’t mind. He likes you, loves you, when you’re his braindead princess. “I only make my girlfriend cum.”

Your eyes widen in horror as you realise what he’s trying to do. You wish you could say you regret letting him fuck you again. But it’s too good, you’re lost to it. You’re almost dumb enough to agree.

Almost.

He moves his hand and cups your face, imploring you to look him in his eyes and tell him you’re his again.

“I c-can’t,” you sniffle. “Hurts too much being—”

“Hey, hey, hey, don’t say that, princess.” he interrupts, not wanting to hear your thought in full. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. You love me, yeah? Always gonna be my girl. Mine.”

And as if on command, you nod in acceptance. Because he’s right, you will always be his girl. Whether in an official capacity or not. Even the days you’re separated, he’s always on your mind. You worry that weeks, months or even years could pass without him and he’d still be on your mind.

A particular intense stroke inside of your gummy walls makes your body jolt and a heavy moan tears through your throat. He looks down, admiring where to two of you meet before searching your eyes.

“There, baby?” he asks, experimentally thrusting into the same spot. He grins when he hears you keen once again for him, prodding it again and again until your eyes spill over with tears from the blinding pleasure. “Theeeere she is, right there. Bet you wanna cum real bad, ‘cause I do.”

“I do!” you agree, cupping his face gently before kissing him. “I love you, Takuma, please don’t stop,” you whimper.

“I won’t baby, promise.” he assures you. It’s imperceptible, and he’s glad, you can’t see the relief washing over his entire body as he feels safe once again. You’re his, again. There’s nowhere else you should be but with him. “C-Can’t let my girl down, can I?” he grins.

And after everything. All of the hurt, all of the effort, all of the determination, you’re his again. All of that defiance was for nought. And yet, you’re smiling. Your hands helplessly grip his body, nails digging into his shoulder blades as you scratch, attempting to ground yourself.

His lips find yours, eager to silence himself as he brings you both closer and closer to your demise. His breaths are heavy, his nostrils flaring as he continues to pummel into you. Your kiss is sloppy, but perfect. The messy passion heightens your pleasure, somehow. His tongue finding your own reminds you that there’s no one in the world you’d rather be doing this with.

Every plunge of his length against your sweet spot feels like love. Pure, unadulterated, love. Everything you’ve ever wanted, ever needed, from Takuma this time.

And as you cum together, moaning into each other’s mouths, that feels deeper. He looks into your eyes as he fills you to the brim, your walls clench around him, desperate to keep him inside and milk him for all he’s worth. You never want this feeling to end, he’s the man of your dreams.

He kisses your neck as he continues to fuck himself inside of you, making sure to deposit every last drop of his love into you. He feels it too, it feels different to how it usually is.

Better, somehow.

The pecks of his lips slow as he ventures towards yours again. Each kiss is interpolated with ardour. He doesn’t want to risk stopping for fear of all of this coming undone. He doesn’t want you to see sense, again. Despite what you might think, he is in love. A love so intense he couldn’t begin to explain.

He eventually pulls away, bracing himself for what you might say.

But nothing comes.

He’s grinning from ear to ear because you don’t say a word. Not one. But your expression says it all. You look exhausted, but fulfilled. You look beautiful as bliss ravishes your drained form. However even without all that, he only needs to look into your eyes to see it.

You really are his girl again.

He can practically see the hearts shimmering in your irises. You’re looking up at him like you’ve fallen for that signature Takuma charm once again, but are you really so foolish? Even he is a little surprised.

He wants to do better, of course he does. And maybe this time he’ll really try. He doesn’t mean to let you down so often, it’s not like he wants to do it.

That’s just the type of guy he is.

The type to make promises he can’t keep.

anon: okay but imagine ino sneaking in your bedroom every once in a while and fucking you into forgetting he's an absent boyfriend, he's always smoking with his friend (plug! sukuna *cough cough*) he's a trust fund baby, and the worst boyfriend ever but dick game is so good he has you thinking you can fix him, so every time you let him hit you are looking at him with heart eyes and it almosttt makes him want to do better

#one word in and i already know its gon eat #ino x reader #read later!

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notiddygothgf · 1 year ago

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Nsfw Choso Headcanons♡

MDNI

Pairing: Choso Kamo x afab!reader

Content: plot? what plot? no use of y/n or reader appearance, overstimulation (f&m) Edging, safe word mentioned, multiple orgasms (f&m) CUM EATING. orgasm denial, milking o_o . eye contact 24/7, Choso cums inside every time, CHOSO MUNCH PROPOGANDA, unprotected sex, manhandling if you squint, aftercare, public sex mentioned, there is some aftercare, idk there's a bath involved, there is one link for the folks who don't know what lotus position is :>

Word Count: 4.7k

(a.n) these are all just my own thoughts abt Choso, my thoughts formed into words for y'all. I know I don't write like in bullet points but my preference is reading longer hcs, this is straight filth from my head that I think about while Christmas shopping, hope u enjoy:D

taglist (omg ive never done this) @space-raider-crisp

WIth Choso, heavy makeout sessions always turned into something more. His excuse of, “I just wanna kiss you.” as you tried to stand your ground. Knowing if he kept kissing you, the way he was? You wouldn't get any work done. And he always meant it. Thinking ‘This time i'll be able to control myself.’ as he felt your lips on his. And everytime, that thought was always pulled away from him as he felt your hand on his cheek. Not being able to contain his whines as he felt your fingers in his hair. Goosebumps littering his arms at your delicate fingertips touching his skin. Cock hardening at the simplest touches from you. And the minute you'd try to pull away, he'd look at you with his eyebrows furrowed and his cheeks flushed. Lips laced with your spit, the want to finish the work on your computer was fading. Looking at Choso with low eyes as you felt the tent in his pants poke your thigh. Feeling your own arousal swirl through you as you tried to convince yourself to keep working, knowing those papers were due tomorrow morning. But the way he looked into your eyes, mouth cracked open with his hand holding your neck, always made something in you snap. Telling him to sit down on the couch, falling to your knees as your mouth watered. Seeing Choso’s hands clutch onto his thighs. Looking down at you as you rested your head on his knee. Your fingertips slowly sliding up his pale thighs. Passing the hem of the basketball shorts he wore. Feeling one of his hands go to caress your cheek. Sliding your nails back down his thighs as you look up at him through your eyelashes. Smile on your face, fingers reaching for the band of his shorts. Pulling at them as you felt Choso lift himself slightly to take them off. I see Choso being the type to not like underwear, finding them useless no matter what kind he’d try. Plus, it only gave you easier access to his cock, whenever you wanted it. Even more easier since he would always insist on wearing loose fitting bottoms. Finding jeans too constricting. And whenever he felt his cock harden, it didn't hurt feeling it press against the loose fabric. Anytime Choso kissed you, anytime he felt your touch, your bare skin to his. He always got hard, and when you made out with him? His cock was always ready, his pretty tip always leaking and his heavy balls twitching in anticipation.

Choso’s size caught you off guard at times. Somehow forgetting how big he is, how needy he got whenever he felt your eyes on it. Looking down at you as you pressed a gentle kiss to his darkening tip that let out a fat tear onto your lips. Choso always struggled with keeping still when you'd give him head. Your demands of ‘Stay still.’ and your hands holding his thighs down didn't help. Choso’s hips bucked up, his tip brushed past your nose causing you to flinch. Looking up at him as you pressed open mouth kisses down his pale shaft, your hand going to caress his heavy balls as he gasped at the feeling. You always liked going slow when it came to his cock. Knowing that if you pushed him far enough he would end up whiney and in desperate need of release, the black stripe on his face leaking as he lost control of how he moaned. Cock twitching as his tip turned a light shade of purple showing you how much he wanted to cum. You’ve tried edging him, but the issue of him bucking his cock into your hand always made it difficult. There were times when he felt like he didn't need your permission to cum, feeling the absence of your hand from his cock. So desperate for release, that he'd take his own hand and jerk himself in front of you. Seeing your lips purse, crossing your arms as he came. The first time he did it, it felt like he had ruined the buildup for an orgasm he couldn't dream of ever having. Disappointment in his groans after his cock leaked onto the floor in front of you. Very few times you had been successful in edging, asking him if he didn't like it he had to tell you. “No- I do. It's just- It feels like I'll die if I don't finish. But once I do, I feel like I ruined it.” Choso would assure you, there were times where he would ask you to edge him, practically on his knees. What he liked most about it was the attention you gave him. Knowing that you had complete control of when he came and how he came. Whether it be in your mouth, on your hand, or if you milked him dry with your cunt.

Which brings us back to his issue of not being able to sit still for a blowjob. Squirming in his seat as you made your way back up to his head, your lips puckered as you let his throbbing tip slip past your lips. Hearing Choso let out a stifled whine as his eyes struggled to stay open. Opening your throat as you blinked your eyes shut. Your lips sliding down his cock as you felt his tip brush against your tonsils. Obviously not being able to fit him completely in your mouth, your free hand went to his base to hold onto what couldn’t fit in your throat. Choso’s fingers gripping the arm of the couch as he tried with all the strength he had not to push his hips further into your throat. Knowing if he did, he'd make you gag. Pulling your lips back up as you reached his tip, your tongue swirling around it as your hand fondled his balls. Choso groaned at the sight, seeing you pull away to spit on his tip. Practically clutching his pearls as he saw it dribble down his shaft. Your hand around his cock stroking it with your spit, smiling watching his eyebrows furrow. Popping his tip into your mouth again as he moved his hand from the sofa to your cheek. No longer bobbing your head down, focusing your mouth on his tip. Your hand stroking him as your tongue swirled around his head, small hums leaving your throat vibrating onto his tip made him see white spots. The tip of your tongue poking at the opening of his dribbling tip, lapping up any precum his cock decided to gift you. Seeing him gasp through your eyelashes. The hand on his balls now coated in a mix of your spit and the clear liquid that slipped passed your lips. Choso always tried to sound more masculine when he'd let himself moan, having seen that men in porn don't make any noises at all. Trying to make his whines sound like groans. But when he couldn't help himself, he let out soft whimpers. Muttered strings of your name followed by moans leaving his mouth.

Overstimulating Choso was easy, only needing multiple things happening at once to get him whimpering the way you liked to hear. Telling him that you preferred it, only he wouldn't believe you. But his disbelief always gave you a challenge when you'd suck him off. It was a challenge easily met, only needing his heavy balls in your hand, the tip of his cock in your mouth, and your other hand stroking his shaft, to get him to whine the way he was now. The hand on your cheek now on the side of your neck as he held on for dear life, eyes blinking shut as he felt your hand speed up. He tried to open them, hoping to take in the image of you in. Sucking at his tip as he muttered “I’m gonna cum-” over and over again, throwing his head back as you hummed in satisfaction. His balls twitching in your palm as he let out a loud groan. The hand that was on your neck snapped to the top of your head, shoving you down as you felt his cum shoot to the back of your throat. Your eyes rolled back as you felt him buck into your mouth. Finally being able to feel his tip in your throat as he whined, shoving his cock into your mouth riding out his high. Your throat trying to swallow the bountiful amount of cum he had released into your mouth. Throwing his head back with a low groan as you felt his hand fall from your head, sliding your mouth back up from his base, letting his cock fall from your lips. Swallowing once more, making sure you took all he had given you. Seeing him raise his head back up to look at you. Wet lips placing a kiss to his tip, crinkling his nose as he felt the sharp sensation. Reaching for your hand and pulling you back up to him. His hand on the back of your head as he kissed you, tongue in your mouth as you straddled his legs. One thing about Choso is he doesn't care if he just came in your mouth. He will always give you a sloppy kiss as a form of thanks. He didn't care if he was just eating you out, your juices still on his lips. Kissing you as your own fluids mixed with his spit in your mouth. You taste so good. Why wouldn't you want to taste yourself?

When it came to pleasing you, Choso had a nobel prize in the subject. Somehow always knowing what would make you squirm at his touch. He knew that you liked when his hands felt like they were all over your body. Knowing there's a spot on your neck that makes you whine when he sucks at it. When he felt turned on but didn't want to straight up ask you to help him, he knew exactly what to do to rile you up, eventually making you think it was your own idea. Knowing that if he whispered his filthy confessions of what he did while you were out of town into your ear you'd be too flustered to do anything but look at him with wide eyes. Sitting on the couch as you watched the scary movie you had put on, so focused on the film as you awaited a jump scare. Feeling Choso reach for your hand, his thumb rubbing circles on your knuckles as you looked down hurriedly. Looking back up to the tv as you felt him raise your hand to his lips. Pressing wet kisses to the tips of your middle and ring finger, the sudden feeling surprising you as you turned to look at him. Seeing the side of his face lit up by the television as you looked back to it. Hearing the dialogue as he kissed your palm. Feeling the wetness tickle your hand as you kept getting distracted. Looking at him as he looked into your eyes. Kissing your thumb as you missed the scenes from the movie. Half lidded eyes as he kissed down your wrist. Feeling arousal pool in your underwear as you watched him. Feeling your crack mouth open as you see your hand glistening in the light that came from the tv. Seeing him lean in to kiss your cheek, his hand roaming from your hand to your clothed thigh. Placing kisses to your cheek trailing towards your ear as he whispered, “May I?” his deep voice sending a chill down your spine, the hand on your thigh now fiddling with the band of your sweats. Kissing your lips as he guided your body to lay on your back, your eyes opening to look at the screen. Feeling sloppy kisses on your jaw as he muttered something about how you were more interested in the movie than you were in him. Sliding down the couch that was reclined, ducking his head below the blanket as you felt his fingers slide your pants down. Along with your panties, your eyes back onto the screen as you felt him hover above your cunt. Feeling his lips lap up the sap that seeped out of you, practically drinking from you like a fountain as you struggled to keep your focus on the movie. Choso, like you, loved overstimulating you. But instead of edging, he preferred to eat you out till you were shaking and fighting his grip on your hips. I see him being able to eat you for hours, no breaks. No matter how quickly you wanted to fuck him, he would always make sure you came. 3 times minimum before he would even consider his own needs.

Choso’s favorite phrase while eating you out was, “Just one more-” before pulling another orgasm out of you. And saying it again when you had just given him one. Choso liked knowing that he's made you cum with just his mouth, loving the way your hips involuntarily thrust up into his mouth as you felt another orgasm rip through you. Feeling your thighs shake at the sides of his head as he begged you to give him another one. Praises falling from his lips as he watched you shut your eyes tight as you came again. Choso’s hand rested above your abdomen as he held you down. Mouth cemented to the upper part of your cunt as he swirled his tongue around your clit. Writhing against him as your hand clutched his. Frustration of not being able to see him in your groans as you threw the blanket off of your bottom half, almost whining when you saw him between your thighs. Your other hand went to his hair as his fingers pumped into you, curling up as you moaned feeling him hit the spot that made your toes curl and your closed eyes see the pearly gates. Choso’s eyes half lidded as he looked up at you, his crying cock begging him to do something. But only feeling the need to keep devouring you, his hands take you apart stitch by stitch. Moaning loudly at feeling his mouth pull another orgasm out of you. Twitching as the aftershocks drove through you, squirming as you felt Choso’s fingers scissor inside of you, his relentless tongue not stopping as you felt your nails claw into the hand that kept you still. His fingers not hesitating to abuse your poor cunt as he felt your fluids drip down into his palm. The base of his fingers decorated by a white ring of your previous orgasm around them as he felt your nails dig into him. Moans and pleads of “Give me a minute- '' leaving your lips as he didn't even consider stopping, babbles leaving your mouth as you gasped. Choso whining against you as you clenched your cunt around his fingers. Choso’s unexplainable obsession with making you cum, soon led to having to make a safe word. Something easy to say in case one of you felt uncomfortable. To this day it hasn't been spoken, but just knowing that it's there just in case makes everything feel that much better. Hearing you say “wait-” lost all meaning to his ears knowing that if you really wanted to wait you'd say the safe word. Same for him, whenever he’d ask you to please let him cum, eyes full of tears and his hands gripping the edge of the bed as you stroked his cock. “I’ll think about it.” You'd say, circling your palm on top of his tip, feeling his knee shake as you denied his request. And I mean, who could complain? Endless orgasms followed by a phenomenal fuck? And insane after care? Jesus it's like you made him in a computer.

When it comes to the main act, Choso prefers missionary. Easiest and safest option. Always preferring to look into your eyes as he fucked you. Really, he liked any position that let him look at you. Whenever you felt more dominant you'd ride him, his greedy hands tight on your ass as you milked him for all he had. Choso liked the intimacy of having you face to face, he liked feeling your lips brush against his as you fucked him. But Choso’s favorite, his all time favorite, was the lotus position. His hand on your neck as you ground your hips down into him. His other hand on your lower back, guiding you to grind on him as his eyes didn't leave yours. Mouth agape and eyebrows peaked as he looked to your fucked out expression. Soft gasps and moans heard as your cunt squeezed around him. Wet squelching as he pressed a wet kiss to your mouth. Not being able to kiss him back as you focused on how he was stretching you. Feeling his lips plant sloppy kisses to the side of your mouth as you whined. Feeling your clit brush against his pelvis. Throwing your head back as he kissed down your neck. The slow pace you had taken quickened as you felt your head go blank. Feeling the hand on your back grip your ass as you clenched around his thick cock. The hand on your neck angling your head back up. Facing him as you looked into his eyes. Moaning as your hips moved at lightning speed, Choso furrowed his eyebrows as he pressed his forehead to yours. Groaning as you felt yourself come undone. Looking into his eyes as your eyebrows peaked. Feeling his fingers press into your temple as his thumb curled beneath your chin. Eyes locked onto one another as you came together. Feeling his thick seed coat your insides. Thighs now throbbing as you exhaled, slow thrusts as he rode out the orgasm. Shoulders shivering at the feeling. Looking into his eyes reflecting your face as you leaned in to kiss him. Your spit mixed with his as you hummed, feeling his cock move inside of you as he pulled you down with him. Choso laying on his back with your chest pressed against his. Both his hands now on your face as you felt his cock twitch inside. Heavy breaths as you both came down from the high.

You had tried to convince him to fuck you on all fours. But Choso didn't seem all that excited to try it, not seeing the appeal of not being able to have access to your lips. Or being able to see your expression when you come. But he tried it, for your sake. His hands resting on the plush of your hips as you peeked an eye back to see him, his expression almost pained as he gulped. Seeing you on all fours made sex feel even dirtier than it was before. The mere sight of you as you looked back at him with a smile made his cock leak onto your back. You pushed your ass back into him, “Put it in, Cho~” your lips giving him a toothy smile as you waited, feeling the wasted precum on your back. He took his hand and placed it to the base of his cock, pulling his pelvis from your ass as he angled it low, placing his tip to your entrance. Letting out a sigh through his lips at your warmth. Eyebrows peaked as he pushed his head into you, slowly driving his cock into you like it was what he was born for. Eyes shut tight as he tried to keep his head up, small whines from your mouth gave him incentive to keep going. Feeling his knees start to wobble, he lifted one to place it on the bed. Pushing you forward slightly as he exhaled sharply. Moans leaving your lips, feeling his tip brush past your sweet spot. Choso let out a muffled moan noticing how different it felt compared to the other times. Sliding himself out and back in again hurriedly. Feeling his hips push you forward as your hands tried to stay planted on the bed. Choso’s grip on your hips tightening at your cunt clench around him. Feeling like he was going to fall, he pressed a hand to your shoulder for support. Hunching over slightly , his hips thrusting himself fully into you. His slow pace making you close your eyes, your hand going to hold his on your shoulder hearing him let out a whine at the sudden contact. This was one of the few times Choso felt something primal snap in his head causing his face to change to furrowed eyebrows and clenched teeth. Snapping his hips to yours, the hand on your shoulder gripping harder as his fingertips turned white. Hearing you cry out at the sudden feeling, Your elbow that held you up bending causing you to fall to the pillows. Ass still in the air as he thrusted roughly into you, mumbles of I'm sorry's leaving his lips while he groaned, the hand on your shoulder moving to the center of your back, feeling his back straighten in order to have a better stance. Unforgiving hips snapping against the back of your thighs as you whined into the pillows. Smile on your lips feeling him drill into you, his tip prodding the spot that made your knees weak. “R-right there.” you moaned, muffled but loud enough for him to hear. Choso’s face flushed as he slammed into you, looking down and seeing your greedy cunt take him with ease. Propping his other knee on the bed as his hands landed on your waist. Slowing his thrusts and pulling you back onto his cock with his hands, jaw clenched as he felt your hand land atop his. The other reached for your shoulder again, pulling you up to his chest press against your back as his hand cupped your face. Lips brushing your ear whimpering “I love you-” as his hips thrusted up inside of you. Loud moans now leaving your mouth as you felt his cock kiss your cervix. For Choso to be rough was a more rare sight, even if you tried to purposefully piss him off just to see what he would do. There were very few things that made him snap. Not in anger, but the part of his brain that always wanted you to be in control would shatter to pieces. It could be the most unexpected thing in the world. But when he did? When Choso took the control from your hands and fucked you like he hates you, whispering how much he loves you into your ear? It would make anyone weak in the knees.

Choso’s quick thrusts into your aching cunt made your eyes squeeze tight as his hand on your face moved down to your throat, closing his grasp lightly as you felt the air in your lungs stall. His lips on the side of your face as he praised you. Telling you that he was gonna fill you up, how pretty you looked like this, how much he loved you. Your moans turned to gasping, the pads of his fingers pressed against the side of your neck as your eyes struggled to stay open. A loving string of his whines littered with I love you’s whispered into your ear as the squelching sounds become louder. His hips stuttering against your ass, releasing the future generation deep into your cunt as you felt it drip down your thighs. Choso’s thrusts now slow as he fucked his cum deeper into you. The hand on your throat falling down to your arm, letting you fall back to the bed slowly with a low exhale, wincing as he pulled his cock out of you. Placing a gentle kiss to your back before collapsing next to you on his stomach. Looking over to you as you gave him a weak smile. After that day he saw why people had sex that way. Though the position now ranked at max top 5, still preferring to have sex while looking at you. He enjoyed it more than he expected he would. The after care when he was rougher than usual was always a godsend. Gentle hands holding you as he placed kisses on the shell of your ear, whispering words of adoration making you close your eyes. Hearing him tell you he’ll start a bath for you, gaining a small ‘mhm’ from your lips. Feeling his weight lift from the bed, opening your eyes to see Choso in the master bathroom turning on the faucet of your clawfoot tub. Gentle hands as he opened a small bag of dried bath flowers. Pouring in the sweet soap as he reached in to feel the temperature. Sitting on the edge of the tub as he waited for it to fill up, the view from your perspective was perfect. He was perfect, looking over at you as he caught you staring. Smiling as he stood up, walking back to you. The sound of water filling the tub in your ears as you felt his lips place a small kiss to your forehead. Settling behind you, feeling his hands wrap around you. Choso's head on the crook of your neck as he spooned you. Trying your best not to fall asleep as his hand made its way to your bare hip. Tracing doodles onto it as he hummed, eyes looking over to the opened door of the bathroom to see the bubbles hadn’t risen enough. “Thank you.” he whispered, closing his eyes in content as he placed a kiss on your neck. “For?” you hummed, his fingers slowly lulling you to sleep. “No reason. Just thank you.” He mumbled, seeing the water in the tub rise enough to see the bubbled peeking through. Kissing your cheek as Choso shook your hip slightly. “Cmon-” he whispered, lifting himself as he saw your eyes blink open. Going over to your side of the bed as he reached his hand out to you.

Sitting up on the edge of the bed, feet on the floor as you took Choso’s hand. Standing up while your hand rubbed your eye. His hand led you to the bathroom as you opened them fully, looking at the bubbles with a smile. Choso lifted his hand as you stepped into the tub one foot at a time, his grip on your fingers tight so you wouldn't slip. Holding onto your arm as you sat in the tub. Resting your back to the wet porcelain. Letting out a content sigh as you looked up at him, leaning down and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. Muttering ‘I'll be right back’ before hurrying back into your bedroom, body still bare. Stripping the bed and throwing a large blanket atop the bare mattress, gathering the spoiled sheets and putting them into the hamper before leaving your sight. Coming back into the bedroom with a glass of water, walking towards the tub and handing it to you, taking a large gulp before placing it down on the small table next to the tub, eyes following him as he stepped in and sat in between your thighs. His knees peeking above the water as his head rested beside yours with an exhale. Getting your energy back, feeling his hand on your knee. Whispering in his ear an “I love you.” he sighed. Closing his eyes as he felt your hand go to the top of his head, combing his hair back, resting it on your shoulder.

I think that no matter what kind of sexual interaction goes down between you and Choso. He will always be gentle, and kind. As though sex was some kind of chore to you, always thanking you for any favor you did for him. Even if you're denying him an orgasm for your own pleasure, he will always love you no matter what. Sex always feels like your souls are connected. So intense Choso swore up and down he could feel the way you felt. To him, sex was a way to connect to you on an even deeper level than words could fathom. He always liked taking his time when it came to sex, not liking the way quickies in department store dressing rooms felt. Always rushed and forced into silence in fear of people hearing. During sex, countless confessions of ‘i love you’s’ would be whispered. Always making sure you felt his love. Choso gave you his all. Every inch, every kiss, every orgasm, he’s given you everything he had to give.

ahhhhh I actually started writing physical notes in my journal to keep track of what content warnings I should use. I have like four pages filled with my stupid comments lol, tysm for reading:D

edit like an hr later: the apple store should've never let me purchase a laptop. I can't stop writing , years worth of smut leaving my brain. it's gotten so bad that ive ripped my acrylics off and now i type so fast. help me. (if I go to sleep rn and y'all don't fw this imma delete it ok ,it feels wrong to just talk abt filthy things about my boyfriend without some plot😣)

#jjk #choso x reader #read later!#leo's library °•❀

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