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[yuriniyaya]

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YOUR SWEET BOYFRIEND FINALLY SNAPS…

Choso x Fem Reader

Summary: Recently in your relationship, you have taken on the more dominant role in the bedroom, letting the power trip get straight to your head. Choso is growing sick of his words being shut down every time he speaks, his emotions finally spilling as he can no longer control everything he bottled up.

Word count: 2.1k

Contains: Established relationship, smut, oral sex, cunnilingus, angry sex, penetrative, spitting, jealousy, degrading, aftercare

Note: first smut i’ve made w/ no plot ( ꩜ ᯅ ꩜;) — divider creds in tags

Tension is heightening while you’re both in bed, straddling Choso as he lies helplessly underneath you. He allows you to take whatever you need from him; he hardly ever puts up a fight. Your hands wander under his shirt, grazing over his toned set of abs while rocking your hips against his boner. Those innocent eyes he gives you provide you with the verification that this man worships the ground you walk on.

“I want—” He reaches his hand out towards yours but you swat it away, continuing to rock your hips against him while planting pecks on his neck.

“Not now, Choso.”

“But—” Trying to get his words out was no use—you wouldn’t listen either way.

“No.”

Sensing him shift, you pin his wrists down and continue your motions, whining as the build-up of friction becomes too much. There was a thin line of material between your panties and his boxers, leaving a wet patch where you had been the longest. You felt his pre-cum ooze as the wet patch spread, knowing it’s not just your slick anymore.

One thing that Choso has yet to tell you is that he hates the feeling of being taken advantage of. It’s never his way; it’s always yours. Even though you had him wrapped around your finger, there was only so much he could take before his pending outburst was to be released. He broke free from your hold and shoved you off of him, sending you backwards. Your head was inches away from colliding with the metal footboard, confused as to what was happening.

With a firm grip on your ankle, he drags you forward and looms over you, the light in his eyes darkening. From your cherished boyfriend to a man you can’t recognise, you were unsure whether to be frightened or concerned. His chest was heaving, cheeks still a bright shade of fuschia. When you went to roll away, he crushed your arms down; the weight he was exerting made you wince, prompting him to snicker.

“Doesn’t feel nice, does it?” Choso slings his shirt off, making slipping yours off light work. Displeased with your bra, he takes it off and rummages through your lingerie drawer, pulling out a red lace one and putting it on you. Tonight, you’ll be exactly to his liking.

“What—”

“It’s always you. You never ask me what I want.”

“I didn’t think—”

“You don’t even know what I like because you never let me do anything.”

With no words left to speak, you remain silent while his index finger traces circles on your inner thigh. You assumed he was satisfied because he never complained, but what he is saying is true; you have never directly asked him what he would like to do for a change. He grunts, his dick desperate for attention; he can’t let himself crack for you again, not now.

Pushing his feelings aside, he lowers his face and dots kisses on your abdomen, lowering himself slowly until he comes in contact with the fabric of your panties. Using his teeth, he drags the material down, now lying exposed in his line of sight. Wasting no time, his tongue darts to your clit; your initial reaction was to close your legs, but he pried them apart while tending to you the way he had in mind. 

Choso craved your pussy; it was his favourite thing to relish in before you got too comfortable in your bossy ways. The noises coming from his mouth while he worked you up to a climax were obscene; you have never seen him so unhinged. He was pushing himself further, the grip on your legs causing them to tingle from the lack of circulation. You were gasping, unable to control the feeble moans; for the first time in a while, you felt weak. Before you could cum, he pulled away, staring up at you with your slick smeared around his lips. His hair was ruffled, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead.

“Greedy bitch,” Choso scoffs, closing your legs while he tugged his boxers down, “Now look who’s fucking soaked. Going to cum? Doing the same thing you constantly ridicule me for.”

“Got anything to say for yourself? Or have you already said everything while you were belittling me for being turned on by you?” Choso scowled, his tone bitter. Everyone has their limits, though you had no idea how far you were pushing him.

Choso lines his tip up with your soaked entrance and forces his way in, not bothering to allow you time to adjust like he usually would. All of his anger is pouring into his actions, his thrusts harsher than the words he lashed out at you with. His head drops down while he fucked you, cursing your name as your cunt squeezes around him. Unable to support himself properly, he switches his position, now hitting deeper inside of you while his mouth rests close to your ear.

“Bet you wish I was that guy you always gawk over in the supermarket.” He grunts, pressing his sweaty forehead into your shoulder while the force of his thrusts increases, “He’d never be able to give you what I can.”

“You want him? Yeah?” Choso grabs your jaw while pulling back to glare down at you, watching you feebly shake your head in disagreement.

Using his thumb, he pries your mouth open and spits, watching how your eyes widen. He covers your mouth with his hand and pinches your nose, forcing you to swallow if you want to breathe. When he sees your throat move, he removes his hand from your lips and wraps his fingers around it. Your eyes well with tears from how reckless he’s being, a side you never expected to see.

“I don’t want him to look at you anymore. I don’t want you to look at him. Look at me.” He orders. Your eyes snap up and lock with his—vision becoming blurry.

“Good. You’re doing so good, taking me so well.” He hums, voice now silvery while your doe-like visuals twist.

“My pretty girl. You like it, don’t you? Like how I’m fucking you—shouldn’t be such a spoiled bitch all the time; look where it gets you.” Taking his words in, your brows furrow; it was as if you were disagreeing with him without saying any words.

“Don’t think you’re spoiled? I let you ride my dick every time you beg; I give you everything while expecting nothing in return—but I can’t take it anymore. You’re so ungrateful.” Choso grunts, letting a whimper slip as he feels your orgasm release. Your cum aids as lubrication, allowing him to slide deeper while you babble useless nonsense. He’s fucking you senseless, giving you the same treatment you serve him.

“Wish you’d just— Why can’t you—” He struggles to get his words out, unable to control the sounds he’s making, “Would it hurt you to show me that I’m actually appreciated?”

“I want to feel loved too, you know?” You notice Choso’s eyes watering as you come down from your high, your hand rubbing up and down his arm.

“I love—” You bite your tongue as your senses come back to you, recognizing the point he’s hitting will send you over the edge, “—Love you so much.”

“I didn’t ask you to talk.” Choso shakes his head, reaching for a pillow to cover your face. At this point in time, he doesn’t want you to look at him.

“This is my time—not yours. Every single hour of my life is yours; just let me have this.” His mouth dries up and his hands begin trembling, acknowledging the wreck he’s falling into.

“Fuck— I’ve never had you like this before. You’re so pathetic.” His emotions are a mess, now chuckling as a tear slips from his eye, “Didn’t know you liked rough sex. You told me you liked it gentle.”

“Why did you lie to me?” Choso’s thrusts become sloppy, rutting into you as he feels the coil in his core preparing to unravel.

“You know what? I don’t care. You never care, so why should I? Why should I have to care about everything—” 

Choso’s orgasm peaks, shooting cum deep inside of you while he presses his head to the pillow covering you. He mutters under his breath while holding himself inside of you, more cum spurting out despite the lack of movement. You had drained him, both emotionally and physically. He removes the pillow from your face and keeps his eyes low, providing you the chance to glance at his dishevelled appearance. In a swift motion, he stands and storms off to the bathroom, leaving you curled up on the mattress. You were sore—unable to fully decipher what happened due to the extreme mix of emotions he shared with you. You reach for his shirt and bundle it up, snuggling it tightly to your chest. 

Inside the bathroom, Choso wipes himself with a damp cloth, removing the droplets of sweat on his body. While he looks at himself in the mirror, he recognises that the situation expanded beyond his original intent. While it’s known he’s far from perfect, he tries his best to hide the jealousy he harbours. His communication has never been his strong point, and that’s something he labels to be his greatest weakness. You didn’t deserve to be treated that way, but he couldn’t help himself—he had finally burst with everything he had been holding back.

Making his way back into the bedroom felt like his ankles were tied with lead, as if the floor was swallowing him whole with every step he took. You feel the mattress dip and his cheek press against your back, the volume of your sniffles advancing.

“Hey,” Choso leans over you, moving your chin to face him, “I never meant to make you cry. I’m sorry.”

Since you remained silent, he pressed his lips to yours, trapping you in a gentle and sincere kiss. His thumb rubbed your delicate skin, wiping away the tear marks running down your cheek. Knowing he’s the person who hurt his beautiful girl breaks his heart—though he won’t allow himself to feel pity. His way of handling his outburst was unethical, but it was the only way he felt he could get the words he was struggling to say out.

To his surprise, you lean forward and wrap your arms around him, burying your face into the crook of his neck. He supports the back of your head and lies down, allowing you to rest on his chest while you regulate your current state. In this given moment, Choso felt like he truly was your boyfriend; whenever you needed comfort, you would isolate yourself, claiming he didn’t need to see you like that. It was as if you pictured him as an incapable manchild, but something in you had changed.

“I do like gentle sex. And I am sorry—I’m so sorry. I was being selfish; I liked that feeling of power I had over you, but I overdone it.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. I’m an asshole for making you feel like this is your fault. We do need to talk though.” He smiles softly, stroking your stray hairs down.

“I liked seeing you like that.” You sheepishly divert your gaze, locking your fingers with his.

“What?” He chuckles, tilting his head to attempt to see you eye to eye.

“Just a little.” 

“Maybe if you let me fuck you properly you’d like it more, yeah?” He pinches your cheek, watching your grin widen, “Let me have a say sometimes. I wasn’t aiming to yell at you; you just never listened to me.”

“I know. M’ sorry.” You pout your lips, wrapping your hand around one of his fingers and waving it side to side, “You said you liked assertive women one time and I—”

“I do. I don’t like a boot camp general though.” After saying that, the endearing sound of your laughter causes his lips to quirk up, “You need to tone it down a few notches.”

“It’s my first time doing that whole dominant thing—we probably should’ve spoken about it before I thought I was doing it right.”

“That’s fine; I don’t want you to feel bad about it. I still enjoyed it—you just wound my nerves up over time by ignoring what I was trying to say.”

“By the way, the only reason I look at that guy is because I’m convinced he checks you out every time we go to the store. He’s not my type, but I think you might be his.”

“Oh shit, I never knew. Maybe it’s best if we switch supermarkets; it’s getting messy.” Choso sits back against the headboard, pulling the blanket over your bare body.

“If it makes you feel better then I don’t mind. You’re the only man I gawk at, for your information.” You lift yourself up, hovering close to his face.

“Let’s make sure we keep it that way then.” His voice was hushed, drawing you into a kiss while pulling the blanket over both of your heads.

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