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chrissssssmut · 3 months ago

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ok! thanks for letting me know! if you ever have the time and get any ideas for Choerry I world love to see what your come up with! I really like your work with Yujin! Specially the breeding/impregnation intent. Something similar but extreme would be nice ad different! Crippling baby fever.

Yandere could always work! Im not sure what tags you are and arent comfortable with so I will keep it vague. and I would rather you write what you want and take it where you want instead of me listing what i want

Add whatever you’d like. You have a lot of group fics, maybe she has an equally baby-hungry friend (or sister 😜) in Lip. Thank you!!

OFF LIMITS

Choerry x Male Reader

(SMUT)

AN: As requested, here is the Choerry smut i promised! Hope you like this one anon!🫶

Your sister had always been overprotective—especially when it came to her best friend, Choerry.

"She’s off-limits. Don’t even think about it."

But that never stopped Choerry from testing your self-control.

She had this way of pushing boundaries, acting like she was just being playful—but the way she lingered, the way she’d catch your eye and smirk, the way her fingers would accidentally brush against you when she didn’t need to?

It wasn’t innocent.

And tonight, she wasn’t even pretending anymore.

Your sister had gone out for the night, leaving you and Choerry alone. She was supposed to be sleeping in your sister’s room, but instead, she was here—in yours.

She sat on your bed, legs crossed, wearing nothing but one of your old shirts.

"You always listen to your sister so well," she hummed, her voice teasing, knowing. "I wonder if you ever think about breaking the rules."

You swallowed hard, forcing yourself to look anywhere but at her bare thighs peeking from under the fabric.

"Choerry…"

She tilted her head, eyes sparkling with something dark, something possessive.

"You act like you don’t want me," she whispered, shifting forward. Crawling closer.

Until she was straddling your lap.

Until her lips were brushing against your ear, her fingers tracing slow, torturous circles on your chest.

"Be honest," she whispered. "You do, don’t you?"

Your hands clenched at your sides. This was dangerous.

But then she rolled her hips, pressing down exactly where she knew she shouldn’t, and any rational thought you had left snapped.

Your hands flew to her waist, gripping tight, dragging her down flush against you. She gasped—soft, breathy, so damn perfect—before you captured her lips with yours.

It was hungry, desperate, consuming.

She moaned into your mouth, fingers tangling in your hair, pulling you closer like she never wanted to let go.

Your hands slid up, brushing under the thin fabric of your shirt—the only thing separating you from her soft, warm skin.

"You’re such a bad boy," she murmured between kisses, her lips curving into a smirk against yours. "Breaking your sister’s biggest rule…"

You bit her lower lip, dragging a gasp from her throat before your lips trailed down to her exposed neck.

"Not my fault," you muttered against her skin. "You make it impossible to behave."

She shivered, nails digging into your shoulders.

But then—she pulled back.

Just slightly.

Her eyes darkened, fingers tightening in your hair—just enough to hurt.

"How far are you willing to go, hmm?" she whispered.

She trailed her fingers down your stomach, brushing dangerously low.

"Because if we keep going..."

She tilted her head, that sweet smile on her lips not matching the way her eyes gleamed with something twisted.

"There’s no turning back."

Your pulse pounded. But when she rolled her hips against you again, a slow, deliberate tease, you made your choice.

Yeah.

Fuck the consequences.

The second your lips crashed together again, you lost control.

Choerry’s hands were everywhere—sliding under your shirt, nails raking across your skin, pulling you deeper into her. She moaned softly against your lips, her hips rolling against you in slow, torturous movements, making you groan.

"You feel so good," she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction. Like she had already won. Like she had always known this would happen.

Your hands roamed down, slipping under the oversized shirt she was wearing—your shirt—only to realize that underneath, she was wearing nothing at all.

"Fuck," you muttered, breath hitching as your fingers found soft, bare skin.

She giggled, pressing a teasing kiss against your jaw. "What’s wrong? Didn’t expect me to be this desperate for you?"

Her hands pushed at your shirt, practically tearing it off, her lips leaving wet, open-mouthed kisses along your chest as she did. Each one felt hot, possessive, like she wanted to mark you—claim every inch of you.

"You belong to me now," she whispered, her tongue flicking out to taste your skin. "I’ve wanted this for so long, you have no idea."

Her words sent a shiver down your spine.

And then she moved lower.

Her fingers trailed down your stomach, slipping under the waistband of your pants. Her touch was slow, teasing, like she was savoring the moment, drawing it out just to watch you squirm.

"Choerry—" you groaned, but she just shushed you with a smirk.

"Don’t worry," she purred, her fingers wrapping around your cock. "I’ll take care of you now. You don’t need anyone else."

Your body shuddered at the contact, your hips instinctively bucking into her touch.

She let out a soft, pleased hum, her grip tightening. "So eager," she mused, stroking you slowly. "Is this what you’ve been holding back all this time?"

Her pace was agonizing, deliberate, as if she wanted to make you fall apart just for her.

And fuck—it was working.

Your head tilted back against the pillows, breath coming in sharp gasps.

Choerry leaned up, kissing your neck, sucking on the sensitive skin there as her pace quickened.

"You’re mine," she whispered against your skin. "Say it."

Your fingers dug into the sheets.

"Say it," she demanded again, her voice taking on a dangerous edge.

Your breathing was ragged, your body on the verge of completely losing control.

"Yours," you finally choked out. "I’m yours."

Choerry’s lips curled into a smile against your throat.

"Good boy."

The moment Choerry sank down onto your length, you let out a sharp, broken moan, your fingers instinctively gripping her waist.

She gasped softly, her nails digging into your shoulders as she adjusted, her walls tight, soaking wet, squeezing around you so perfectly it was almost overwhelming.

"Fuck," you groaned, your hands moving down to grab at her hips, needing something to hold onto as she settled onto you.

She let out a soft, breathy giggle, rolling her hips slowly, testing, feeling just how deep you filled her.

"God," she murmured, her voice dripping with pure satisfaction. "You feel so fucking thick inside me…"

She lifted herself just enough before sliding back down, her entrance stretching around you, taking you deeper and deeper with every slow, deliberate movement.

Your head hit the pillow, your jaw clenching at the intense heat wrapped around your aching length.

Choerry smirked at your reaction, her hands pressing against your chest as she leaned down, her lips grazing your ear.

"You’ve wanted this too, haven’t you?" she whispered, her hips grinding against yours. "I could tell… every time you looked at me like you wanted to ruin me."

She rolled her hips again, wetness dripping down your length, making a filthy, obscene sound as she took you all the way in.

"You wanted to fuck me so bad," she purred, her walls clenching around you, milking you, not letting you go.

Her pace quickened, her breath hitching as she rode you harder, faster, her thighs trembling with desperate, needy movements.

"Fuck—Choerry," you gasped, your fingers tightening around her waist.

She moaned, throwing her head back, her body arching as she bounced on your cock, her entrance tightening every time she came down.

Her skin was flushed, slick with sweat, her body grinding down on yours, desperate to feel every inch of you, to keep you buried deep inside her.

"You’re mine," she panted, her hands moving to your wrists, pinning them down against the bed.

Your breath caught—she was holding you down.

"You won’t need anyone else after this," she whispered, her hips snapping against yours in sharp, punishing thrusts. "I’ll make sure of it."

You were aching, your entire body burning, pleasure coiling dangerously tight in your core.

Choerry could feel it—she knew you were close.

She leaned down, her lips just barely brushing against yours.

"Cum for me," she ordered, her voice dripping with possession.

Her walls clenched around you, tightening impossibly, pulling you deeper, deeper—

And then you broke.

Your vision blurred, your body tensing as you thrust up into her, filling her completely.

Choerry let out a high, shuddering moan, her nails raking down your chest as she followed right after, her walls fluttering, milking every last drop from you.

For a moment, the only sound in the room was your ragged, uneven breathing.

And then—

Choerry smiled, pressing a soft, possessive kiss against your lips.

"See?" she murmured, tracing a finger down your chest.

"You’re mine now."

Your body was wrecked, trembling beneath Choerry, your chest rising and falling in desperate gasps. The aftershocks of your orgasm still had you shuddering, but she wasn’t stopping.

Her hips kept rolling, slow but purposeful, her entrance still squeezing around you despite how sensitive you were.

You tried to move, tried to catch your breath, but her hands were already at your wrists again, pinning you down with a strength you didn’t know she had.

"Where do you think you’re going?" she murmured, her voice dripping with possessive amusement.

You groaned, your body jerking from the overstimulation as she grinded against you, milking every last drop from your still-hard cock.

"Choerry—fuck, I—"

She cut you off with a harsh kiss, her teeth nipping at your lower lip, her tongue forcing its way into your mouth, completely dominating you.

"You can take more," she whispered against your lips, her hands sliding up to wrap around your throat.

Your breath hitched as she squeezed, just enough to make your head spin.

"You’re not done until I say you’re done."

Her grip tightened slightly before she snapped her hips down, making you gasp against her hand.

"That’s it," she cooed, watching your dazed, overstimulated expression with a satisfied smirk. "Look at you… so fucked out, so mine."

She lifted herself up, only to slam back down, her entrance taking you to the hilt, again and again.

Your body jerked beneath her, your muscles tightening from the relentless pleasure, your mind clouded and overwhelmed.

"Too much?" she teased, her grip still firm around your throat. "Then why are you still so hard for me?"

You tried to speak, tried to form any kind of protest, but she was already moving faster, rougher, her walls clenching down on you, dragging you along the edge of another orgasm.

"Come on," she whispered, her pace brutal, unrelenting, her wetness dripping down your length, making an obscene mess between you.

"I know you want to," she taunted, her nails digging into your skin, marking you, ensuring that after tonight, you’d belong to no one else but her.

And then—

She tightened around you, her body convulsing, her moan shattering as she came again, her walls squeezing every last inch of you, refusing to let you go.

The sensation was too much—the overstimulation, the tight heat, her hand still wrapped around your throat—

Your body gave in.

Your vision blurred, your hips jerking uncontrollably as you came again, your orgasm forced out of you, your release spilling deep inside her.

Your chest heaved, your mind foggy, your body too weak to move.

But Choerry?

She only smirked, her fingers tracing over the bruises she had left on your neck, her body still grinding against your overstimulated cock.

"You didn’t really think I was done, did you?" she whispered.

Her lips brushed against your ear, her breath warm, teasing, and so, so cruel.

"You’re not leaving this bed until you forget every other woman in the world except me."

You frowned slightly, but before you could say anything, she kissed you again, slow and deep, making your body ache for more.

"You’re mine now," she whispered, her voice soft, sweet, possessive. "I’ll make sure of it."

Her fingers tightened against your skin—almost like a warning.

You should’ve been concerned.

But the way she kissed you again—hard, claiming—made you forget everything else.

For now.

Choerry finally pulled herself off of you, leaving you aching and overstimulated, only to slide lower, her eyes locked onto yours with a dangerous glint. Her fingers wrapped around your slick, sensitive cock, giving it a slow, deliberate squeeze before she tapped it against her waiting tongue, a smug smile curling at her lips.

You moaned, your body shuddering as she toyed with the tip, her movements hungrier than ever. A sharp gasp escaped you as her tongue flicked over the most sensitive spot, sending a jolt through your overstimulated body.

"F-Fuck, Choerry…" you groaned, your voice breaking from the overwhelming sensation.

She hummed in response, her lips brushing against you as she whispered, "So sensitive… I could do this all night." Her grip around you tightened, her thumb swirling over the slick head.

"A-Ahh… I-I can’t—"

She giggled, her tongue dragging slowly along your length before pressing a soft, teasing kiss against the tip. "Yes, you can," she cooed. "You’ll take everything I give you… won’t you?"

Her lips wrapped around you again, sucking greedily as your body trembled beneath her. "Mmm~ you taste so good… I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you."

As Choerry continued having her way with you, completely lost in her own hunger, a sudden noise from outside sent a jolt of panic through you both. Your breath caught in your throat as a familiar voice called out—your sister.

Choerry’s eyes widened, her grip on you tightening for a split second before she hastily pulled away, wiping her lips with the back of her hand. "Shit," she whispered, her eyes darting toward the door.

Your heart pounded as you scrambled to fix yourselves. "Damn it—hurry," you hissed under your breath, trying to compose yourself despite the lingering heat in your body.

Choerry smirked as she straightened her clothes, leaning in to whisper, "Tsk… such a shame," Choerry murmured, her fingers trailing over your trembling body, her eyes locked onto your dazed, overstimulated expression. "I was just about to make you cum for me again."

She pressed a quick, teasing kiss to your jaw before stepping back, her expression turning innocent just as the handle started to turn.

As your sister walked in, completely unsuspecting, Choerry didn’t miss a beat. She smiled sweetly, brushing her hair back as if nothing had happened.

"Oh! There you are," she said, turning to your sister with ease. "Glad you’re here unnie!"

You swallowed hard, trying to steady your breathing as Choerry sent you one last glance—one that held a promise. Then, without another word, she followed your sister out of the room, leaving you to catch your breath.

A few seconds later, your phone buzzed.

Choerry: Don’t think you’re off the hook. I’ll be back for my next dick appointment. 💕

Another message came in right after.

Choerry: Better be ready for me. 😈

You stared at the message, your body still aching from everything Choerry had put you through. Your hands clenched the sheets, heart pounding as her words sank in. There was no mistaking it—she wasn’t done with you.

From the other room, you could hear Choerry laughing softly with your sister, her voice light and carefree, as if she hadn’t just been milking you dry moments ago. The contrast sent a shiver down your spine.

Your phone buzzed again.

Choerry: Oh, and don’t even think about touching yourself while I’m gone. 😘 That’s mine to handle.

You exhaled sharply, running a hand down your face. There was no escaping her. And the worst part? You didn’t even want to.