#he’s too big to be tamed

[aiizenn]

taming the big boy. toji fushiguro.

ₓ˚. ୭ cw: dom!fem!reader, chubby!reader, sub!toji, age gap (reader in early 20’s, toji in late 30’s), cuss words, pet names (pretty mama, pretty, baby etc.) blowjob, masturbation, orgasm control, orgasm denial, collar w/leash, nipple sucking/play, slight riding, shirtless toji,

big boys need to be put in their place. ok ok so toji definitely needs be controlled from time to time, yk? also here’s 1.2k + of pure filth ◠ ◡ ◠

grunts are heard from the living room. you can already imagine his face; nose scrunching, brows furrowing and tongue clicking. clearly annoyed with the tv, it’s past his show time so he has nothing to watch . . . it goes silent, he must've found something. while toji was “entertained” with the tv, you were in the next room unboxing the new item you bought online—a collar. it was black, big, thick and with a leash, it was perfect.

you walk out with confidence, stopping at the living room entrance. toji’s broad muscular back faced you, standing there, you admire him for a minute. he was so focused on the new show he found, that he didn't notice you making your way over with the collar in your hand behind your back. once in front of him he looks up to you and grins.

“hey pretty mama” his fingers reaching your thick thighs, brushing past them slightly. you smile, bringing one hand in front of his chest and pushing him back to the couch. he looks. . .amused. you get on top of him, placing your knees next to his thighs. slowly and secretly you get the collar behind his head without him noticing. you run your fingers through his hair gently, making toji feel relaxed, until you grip his hair forcefully, pulling him towards you. both your faces centimeters apart; he looks at you, feeling disrespected, and tamed.

never in his life did he feel that way. in every situation he was always the one in control, the predator, and the boss. you smirk at his reaction, taking it all in. before he could respond, you pull him in for a kiss, lips on lips, inserting your tongue in his mouth. toji places his hands on your waist, pulling you closer, his tongue playing with yours, wanting to eat you alive.

as you start to pull away you bite his lip, leaving a small mark. his breath was shaky, if you weren’t close to him you would’ve missed it. you slide your hand over his chest, lightly over his scars, admiring his hard work, his body slightly twitching under your touch. your hand makes its way back to his neck, making small doodles with your finger.

toji is caught off guard when your lips make their way to his neck, sucking and licking him. he moves his head, giving you more access, his grip on your waist gets tighter. while you were occupied with his neck, you feel his hard cock poking you. you decide to give it some attention as well, firstly by grinding against his erection, receiving a small moan from him.

“nngh” his moan encouraging you to go faster. his big hands moving down to your ass, gripping on the material of your booty shorts, adding more pressure to his dick. he closes his eyes in pure pleasure. as you multitasked in pleasuring him you take the opportunity to wrap the collar on him; its not until he hears a small click that he opens his eyes. and sees you with a leash in your hand, feeling the collar around his neck.

“what’s this pretty mama?” he knew exactly what it was, but it took him a minute to take it in. “don’t play dumb baby” you say as you wrap the leash around your hand. he was a sight, half lidded eyes, light shade of pink on his cheeks, flushed lips, messy hair, and marks on his neck tagged with the collar. you look down to his erection, visible to the eye through his gray sweats. you palm him with your right hand, making toji place his head onto the crook of your neck, hissing at the sudden contact.

your hand makes its way to his already erect nipples, placing his bud in between your index and middle finger, swirling it around. . .receiving the smallest whimper in return. “such a good boy” you praise him, placing a light kiss on head.

he feels at loss when you remove your fingers from his nipples, missing your touch badly. you pull him by the leash, hard, in which he makes a desperate filthy noise. “hmm, pretty mama, gimme more.” he pleads, his hands reaching to touch your plumpy body. “no touching. hands together, now" and he listened, just like an obedient pup.

toji sees you wrap a tie around his wrists—he’d never seen it before. once done, you notice his eyes filling with desire. who knew that being in the receiving end felt so good. “you can't touch me or yourself, cause if you do” you pause brining him closer with the leash, “you don't have permission to cum, understood?” staring into his dark eyes. “yes ma’am.” “that's my good boy,” you whisper into his ear.

at a very tortuous pace you slide your hand to his sweats, pulling them down, and to your ‘surprise’ his hard cock came into view. his precum shown at the red, thick, angry tip—slightly twitching. you grab his cock, your cold hand around his erection made him moan, the contact felt amazing. as you made slow strokes, a grunt is heard above you.

toji is looking down, his face saying he wants more. without breaking eye contact you give him kitty licks around his tip—tasting the precum on your tongue. you take notice how he was restraining himself from placing his hands on your head and deep throat you.

“pretty, gimme more.” he says. not asking, but demanding. you halt your movements and give his dick a firm squeeze. “oh shiit, pretty wai- ah” he moans, looking up. once again you pull on the collar, making him look at you. “did i say you could talk, hmm?” “noo, no ma’am.” his eyes were dark, as if any minute he would snap and take you right there and then, yet he didn’t. “do you want to cum?” “yess” “then be a good boy and obey me.” you say giving his nipple a slight pinch. your attention goes back to his hard on—it got bigger. oh, he likes being controlled.

you move to give his shaft some attention. slow, long licks and kisses were displayed. “what a pretty cock you got, baby. so big and thick. you wish you were inside me right?” he nods. you smile, placing a kiss on the area where the shaft meets the head.

“you want to destroy my small, tight hole, is that it? wanna make me scream and let the whole neighborhood know i'm your little cock slut? go on, tell me.” toji’s bottom lip quivers ever so slightly. “fuckk, pretty, i wanna put my cock inside your tight little hole. i wanna ram into you ‘till i got you screamin’ my name. have the neighbors hear your pretty cries tellin’ me to go faster and harder. i wanna mark you all over, fuckk i want it so bad.” his last words leaving his lips rising in pitches as you pick up the pace of your movements.

“such a dirty mouth baby.” your hot breath hitting his cock. you spit on the tip, giving it a few more strokes then placing him in your mouth. moans and grunts are heard above you. you know he’s looking up, biting his bottom lip, and hands in form of a fist—restraining himself from making you go further. he’s so long, you don’t reach halfway, your hand covering what’s mostly left.

you bob your head at a pace that makes toji rolls his eyes back, as he feels that all too familiar wave washing over him. . .he’s on cloud nine. your lips start to ache, his thickness making it hard to breathe. his tip hitting the back of your throat. your mouth felt so hot, the warmth made it hard for toji to not come right then and there.

his breath got faster, moving his hips, trying to get further into your mouth without touching you. you knew he was at his climax; after a hard suck you remove him from your mouth. and he whines—literally. “who said you could cum?” you get up and sit on him, still grabbing the leash. you place your fingers at the end of your lace tank top and remove it, revealing your bare chest to him and you swear you see hearts in his eyes.

“suck on them, and no hands.” a small twinkle is seen on his dark irises. he moves closer to you and sucks on one nipple, his tongue swirls around the bud. your hands travel around his hair, massaging his head and humming in pleasure. toji doesn't waste time as he moves to your other breast, giving the nipple the same amount of attention. his hard on was very visible, twitching to be touched, so you grab it and twirl it in your hand.

“very good baby” you whisper into his ear, biting his earlobe afterwards. he shudders at the contact, causing him to bite your hard bud. nngh. “you can touch yourself now” removing the tie from his wrists, and not a second later he gives you a show. his rough hands move up and down his shaft at a lewd pace. he’s not looking at himself, rather at you—his pretty girl who gets him hard with the minimalist thing. neither of you break eye contact, thus encouraging toji to cup himself, adding more satisfaction.

“shiiit, pretty…i wanna cum, lemme cum.” “hold it until i say so.” his hand moves faster than before, he was seeing stars. when you notice he was close, you grab his cock and place over thumb over his tip—causing him to stop his movements.

“you don’t have permission” and with that you left him high and dry. there's a change in his eyes when you remove the collar from his neck. “lets go get some groceries” you say calmly. when you get off his lap you’re pulled right back and thrown to the couch. toji is on top of you, looking at you like a predator would to its prey. “my turn, pretty.”

[lambmotifz]

thinking of feral omega sam who’s desperate to be bred and knotted during his heat, demanding alpha dean to fuck him into the mattress until he can’t walk straight. of course, dean obeys because how could he not

[coockie8]

Sorry just remembered like over ten years ago my sister tried to play Oppression Olympics™ between Sasuke and Neji, claiming Sasuke's had a harder life and like yeah his entire family was killed and his brother made him watch it and that sucks.

Neji's family literally owns him.

Look I don't want to compare them or anything, and having to watch your family die is, objectively awful, but being actively kept as a slave by your own family is also an objectively awful thing lol

[ghcstcd]

OK SO I’M NOT A FURRY BUT FOR MR. GRAVES BURNER I CAN BE-

[icharchivist]

Strength To Wield Cosplay Show from the Granblue Fantasy Festival of 2021, Recursion and Reunion

with subtitles (translation coming straight from how those lines were translated in game)

[hauntingblue]

NAMI HAS TAKEN ACTION!!! LETSGOOOOO

[tired-biscuit]

low-key wanna write about stepdad!tobirama fucking your lights out............

[gazelessmenagerie]

Why am I seeing so much of Z Broly picking on Yamcha? Did something happen? I'm just confused...

( it’s called having a shitton of holiday / family stress with little time to write and a side helping of wanting to strangle the wifi for its dumbassery. )

[syxnewt]

that new episode of big city greens where they do christmas eve traditions in vr is pissing me off because everyone gets so mad at cricket for no reason

like he wants to hang out with his friend and even compromises his wants and his dad's wants but then an UNPRECEDENTED snowstorm happens causing cricket to get stuck at remy's house. and his dad is mad at him for it?????????? then cricket tries to make sure no one is upset by doing the traditions in vr and does his absolute best to ensure nothing interrupts the good time his family is having. monsters come to attack anyway but he literally only had remy do the fighting and there were like 7 people in one area so whatever. and everyone is so pissed off??????? like he did everything he could to make sure the christmas eve traditions weren't ruined by him not being there and the show acts like cricket was wrong for wanting to spend time with someone important in his life that wasn't his family. that boy has done a lot wrong but not in this episode and im annoyed that it acts like he did

[chisatowo]

Gm I forgot to take my melatonin supplements last night and as a consequence I now have deep backstory hcs for deep cut. And by that I mean for Shiver, Frye and Big man had pretty normal lives fkgndjd

[starlooove]

mr beast it was NAWT that serious

[echosage]

૮(ˊ ᵔ ˋ)ა ₊˚✧JUJUTSU KAISEN LINKS PT.4 (FINALLY) !!

MDNI !! | CW : P in v, BDSM, fingering, riding, public sex, spanking, brat taming, GOGOGOGO. Overall smut smh. (This post finally includes black reader for someones request! Hope you like it!)

A/N : It's been a year daddy...... I really really missed u. OMG 😭 pls don't kill me ik i said i was posting this like three months ago, but i just got disconnected from reality or some shit like that, i'm so sorry pookies 😭😭😭

₊˚✧ Todo Aoi !!

Something quick before you shower.

Todo fingering you because you just ask too nicely.

Uh-oh, he gets obsessed with fingering you.

Size kink with Todo.

Todo's dream was to see you dressed up as one of Takada Chan's outfits, so you comply, and he's REALLY excited.

You just are enchanted with his size, so you get so sloppy when you suck him off.

₊˚✧ Naoya Zenin !!

Naoya taking you in the living room of the Zenin estate.

Preparing you to take him even inside of your tiniest holes.

Taming you, because you had starting to reveal against him.

Naoya using you like a ragdoll.

How your dates with Naoya always end.

He needed to fuck you one last time before he dropped you off at your parents house.

₊˚✧ Kashimo Hajime !!

Taking you from behind before your husband gets home.

Morning sex with Hajime.

Riding him, and he swears you are a siren at how you hipnotize him everytime you do it.

BDSM with Hajime.

Secret to no one: Hajime it's really big.

FWB Hajime.

Kashimo eating you out as you deserve to.

[poohbea]

Cont.

[wttcsms]

i'll pretend you'll stay forever ; kento nanami.

pairing kento nanami x f!reader  word count 2.4k  synopsis no one knows that the bodyguard for the prime minister's daughter fucks her on a daily basis. content contains bodyguard!nanami x prime minister's daughter!reader, big, beefy, strong nanami hehe, creampie, slight brat taming, pet names (baby, good girl, bad girl), cockwarming, dom!nanami, hair pulling, car sex, nanami makes you call him sir author's notes s2 was animated for the nanami girlies

Kento Nanami is good at his job.

Granted, he’s been practically bred for the position. Born and raised by a mother and father who also dealt in espionage, sent to boarding schools that would feed him directly to The Academy, constantly being reminded of his purpose. Agent Nanami serves as one of the Prime Minister’s most trusted secret operatives. A select few who are given the most sensitive assignments. 

“K-Kento — too much,” your shaky whines sound even louder than they actually are, emphasized by the silence in his car. 

Sensitive — yes, that’s what you are. 

“You can take it.” He tells you, gently stroking your cheek. His calloused thumb wipes away a stray tear, and he takes you in. You’re still tearing up, your lashes slick, and you’re pouting at him. You’re always pouting, probably because growing up, you’ve never been told no. It’s not required according to his assignment file (most of what Nanami has been doing with you has decidedly been not required), but Nanami’s been trying hard to give you lessons that will have you behaving politely and like a good girl rather than the spoiled brat you actually are.

Kento Nanami is good at his job.

When he’s told that he is to be the primary bodyguard for the Prime Minister’s daughter, he accepts it without hesitation. Everyone else has had no luck with you, and you certainly don’t seem to be bothered by that fact. You’re in college now, and you want nothing more than to skip lectures and go to parties, both of which is rather difficult when you have a bodyguard watching your every move and reporting directly to your father.

Nanami goes about his assignment in a different way. There’s another bodyguard, one who is also watching you, but young Itadori cannot possibly go about protecting the Prime Minister’s most beloved daughter safe all by himself. He’s barely graduated from the Academy.

Besides, you automatically dislike any of the guards assigned to you. Itadori is a nice, young man, and in different circumstances, everyone is certain that you would have enjoyed his company. The fact that his job is to protect you seems to be his only fatal flaw in your eyes.

Nanami is no stranger to undercover work, and so posing as a final year doctoral candidate at the university you’re attending is an easy cover. Setting up the perfect chain of events that leads to you specifically choosing him to be your economics tutor was also an easy enough task. 

And somewhere along the lines, you got this idea inside of your pretty, little head that you’re just the smartest, sneakiest girl around. You think you’re evading Itadori’s watchful eyes, taking advantage of his rookie status even though he’s always aware you’re “sneaking off” to meet with Nanami. You think you’re finally rebelling against your father’s strict instructions to stay out of trouble. 

And while Nanami does ensure that you keep out of trouble, he’s not sure if your father will approve with how he’s keeping you so obedient.

Kento Nanami is good at his job.

You’re not the first brat that he’s had to train, but you’re proving to be quite the star student. You hold back any more whining complaints, and instead, you’re straddling his lap like the good girl he knows you can be, his thick cock fitting snugly inside your pussy.

Both of your hands are clutching onto his broad shoulders, your pretty, manicured nails digging into the stiff cotton of his blue button-up. His mind doesn’t register the sting of your nails practically sinking into his skin. All he can focus on is what a pretty, dazed little mess you are. 

“See?” He coos, sounding not the least bit condescending. The warmth of his baritone, the reassuring strokes on your cheek — Nanami is a gentleman. You practically beam with pride as he tells you, “I told you you could take it. Such a good girl.”

You still haven’t moved yet, and Nanami whispers more words of praise for you. It only took two weeks of training to get you to understand that you can beg for his touch, his attention, his cock, all you want, but he gives it all to you under his terms and conditions. He knows you want some friction, knows that you need it so badly because why else are your walls clenching down so heavily on his length? You’re being so patient with him that he feels himself getting impossibly harder at the thought of your perfect behavior. 

“You want to ride me, baby?” The question comes out as a throaty whisper, the clear desire he has for you evident in his rough tone. 

You nod eagerly, damn near salivating at the thought of finally being able to take what you want. 

“Use your words.” He demands, moving his hand to caress your face once more before letting his thumb toy with your bottom lip. 

“Yes,” you whimper out, trying your hardest to resist the temptation to start moving, to have the feeling of his cock brushing against your walls, in and out, in and out.

His eyes narrow, and his cold demeanor is enough to keep you frozen in place. Oh, you’ve upset him. 

“You were being such a good girl, too.” He shakes his head in disappointment. “When you answer me, what are you supposed to say?”

“Y-yes, sir.” 

“And if you knew this, why didn’t you say it the first time?” The way he snaps at you shouldn’t give your tummy butterflies, but it does. Nanami is far kinder and gentler than he lets on, and it’s why you enjoy it when he takes on such a demanding role when it’s just the two of you. No one can handle your attitude as well as Nanami, and that’s precisely why you’re warming his cock right now, walls tightening around him with every stern scolding that leaves his mouth. 

“You can’t answer me?” The sharpness of his tone turns you demure, making you turn your head down and away from him, refusing to answer or look at him, and he frowns at that. You feel him wrapping your hair around his hand, and the movements are soft, slow, gentle at first—

—and with speed and dexterity that shouldn’t belong to a mere student, he’s yanking you by your hair, forcing you to snap your head up and look him in his cold eyes. 

“You were behaving so well earlier.” He feigns disappointment, but the hungry glint in his eyes tells you that he’s been looking forward to whatever punishment he has in store for you. “What a shame. I was going to let you have me however you wanted, let you take control for once.” He leans down, whispering in your ear. “Instead, it looks like I get to fuck you like the bad girl you really are, hm?” 

Before you can protest, apologize, beg for mercy, he takes his free hand to grip your waist, strong enough to lift you slightly off of him, only to slam you back down on his dick. 

You let out a strangled cry at the sudden intrusion. It’s one thing to have him sink into you inch by inch; it’s another thing entirely to have him practically impale you with his dick.

His thrusts are rough, hard, unforgiving. Never sloppy, though — Nanami’s much too meticulous to reduce himself to a wild animal, even though he’s fucking you so hard, you can’t tell if he hates your guts or just wants to rearrange them. 

His hand is still tangled in your hair, and he pulls some more, forces your neck to arch up. He leans in, licking at the soft skin of your neck before nipping at the skin, hard enough to leave a mark you’ll need to cover up with a turtleneck because no amount of concealer can save you now.

You mewl in pain at the sensation, but it’s obvious you love it. You’re dripping all over his dick, forcing wet, squelching sounds to fill the car every time he moves inside of you. You should be ashamed — would be ashamed — if only the overwhelming pleasure didn’t leave your mind shrouded in a hazy mist of lust and rapture. The pinpricks of pain from how he’s pulling your hair and from the fresh lovebites marking your flesh should hurt more, but you’re too lost in the way his cock is filling you up. 

“Look at that.” Nanami growls, untangling his hand from your hair in favor of putting his fingers to better use: stroking your clit. “You’re fucking soaked.” You look down as he commands, and your eyes widen in surprise, even though it shouldn’t come as such a shock to you. The front of his trousers is absolutely drenched with your juices, and your clit practically glistens in the faint moonlight that sneaks past the tint of his car. “Is this why you like to be a bad girl? Because you like getting fucked like a fleshlight, is that it?”

You want to shake your head no. You want to tell him that you are good, that you’re not a bad girl. But the stimulation on your clit, his harsh words, the way his cock is repeatedly hitting that special spot of yours — it’s all too much for you to handle.

“I want to treat you so well, baby. I want to spoil you, give you everything, but you make it so — fucking — difficult.” He speaks through clenched teeth, the warmth and ecstasy of being buried in your sweet pussy slowly chipping away at his resolve. The last three words of his sentence have all been punctuated by a particularly brutal thrust, and you’re certain that by the end of this, your cunt will keep the shape of his cock forever.

“I’m sorry!” You scream out, tears flowing freely down your cheeks now. The pleasure is mind-numbing, earth-shattering, reality-altering. Neither of you know what you’re apologizing for. Is it for being a bad girl when all Nanami wants is for you to behave so he can bring you the world at your feet? Is it for the wet mess you’re making all over his nice clothes and cock? Or is it for the fact that you’re breaking a cardinal rule, one that he will be most displeased by?

Maybe it’s all of the above, but if you had to pick, the apology would be for the fact that you’re cumming without permission. Your conscious mind is aware that Nanami is not going to be very happy with you, but this climax has you seeing stars. You can’t find it in yourself to worry about future consequences when you’re losing yourself in the throes of passion and pleasure. You’re drenching his cock in your cum, seeing stars, and reduced to feeling like a boneless mess. You slump against his strong chest, eyes struggling to remain open as you rest your head on one of his big, broad shoulders.

The punishment doesn’t come immediately — it rarely ever does. Nanami bides his time and doles out his punishments when you least expect it. He does it to keep you on edge, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t excite you. 

Instead, he lets you rest against him, reduced to nothing more than a little, fucked-out mess. You feel a rumble from his chest, a series of grunts and curses leaving his mouth as the bucking of his hips is done so harshly, you’re certain that you’re going to be bruised everywhere, from the soft flesh of your thighs to your poor cervix. A few more thrusts and Nanami is certain that he is planted as deep as he could go, the tip of his cock hitting you at your most sensitive spot. 

You feel him bury his face into your hair, taking in the scent of your shampoo and the lingering aroma of sex and sweat. His cock throbs in sporadic bursts, and you hear him grunt out your name like a broken prayer.

He cums, unloading a hot, heavy load directly inside of you, flooding you. You think you forget how to breathe, and all you can do is just take it, take all of him.

The warm sensation has you moaning softly; the feeling of him completely dominating your senses, your body, you, has you wanting him to never let you go, to never leave. You tighten your core, trying to squeeze more of his cum into you as he lets out little groans of pleasure from above you. You love reducing him to a moaning mess, reducing him to this sex-dazed state whenever he lets go because of you.

You don’t think you’re capable of speech, throat raw from your previous screams of pleasure, but you find that you don’t have to speak to let Nanami know what you want. As you lift your head from his shoulder, relishing in the sight of Nanami with his head leaned back, cheeks flushed from the exertion of giving you the best dick of your life, he opens his eyes to meet yours. Leaning down, he captures your lips and gives you a messy, sloppy kiss that is so unbecoming and out of character for him. 

The makeout session lasts until your eyes feel droopy and you’re not responding anymore. Nanami just looks down at you with a fondness that he hasn’t felt for anyone else in a while. You’re all tuckered out, and you’re breathing softly and slowly, lost to the world of dreaming. He’s a bit exhausted, too. He should pull you off his cock and buckle you back safely in the passenger seat, but he sees a small trail of his cum dribbling out of your overstuffed pussy and he figures it’s less of a mess if he just keeps you nice and plugged up for the time being.

Before he can close his eyes and join you, the crackle of his telecom planted in his watch comes to life. The static doesn’t do much to alter Itadori’s voice.

“Y1 to K1, this is Y1 requesting status of the Princess. Over.”

The “Princess” is currently dozing peacefully with his cum settling in her cunt. Nanami thinks that’s too crude to relay over the comms, though.

“K1 to Y1, Princess is secured. Over.”

[strangersynth]

bc you have things to say doesn't always mean you needa say them let alone it also doesn't always mean it's your place to say them kwim

[screampied]

i have an idea :]

ok so i always see people asking for gentle/needy/desperate choso. and i love it, but…

what about unassumingly ruthless choso? reader doesn’t know what she’s getting into? reader is cocky and gets humbled FAST? idk i just…

👉👈

❤︎ ໋𓈒 choso who puts his cute bratty gf in her place

warnings. fem! reader, attempted brat taming, doggystyle, big dick choso, unprotected.

you’ve always been one to push his buttons, mainly because he always made it so easy.

choso was as intimidating as a kitten, whenever you’d tease him he’d always keep composure or restrain himself.

briefly smiling nervously, kissing your wrist and telling you to be a good girl and wait until you each return home.

but one day, he kind of just snaps…

he takes you home from shopping nearly all day with you, and you were enthusiastically ecstatic. you wondered what he’d do this time, but your thoughts were no match for what he had initially planned. to put it brief, choso had you laid on the bed on all fours. he’s drilling ruthlessly into your pussy and you’re just…speechless. choso’s so handsy, every few seconds he’d spank your ass to hear you whine out his name—in such two slutty syllables.

“c-choso..” you’d moan, the left side of your cheek attached practically to the silk bed sheets as if it was velcro.

“shh, no talkin, princess,” he grunts, and you could hear the slight whine picking up his voice before he stops himself. “i-i have to be more stern with you it seems. can’t always be so nice, gotta humble you just a little bit, fuck.”

if it was a word to perfectly describe you right now, at this particular moment…it would for sure be…dumbfounded.

you couldn’t see yourself but you’d bet money you looked stupid.

choso’s dick was so lengthy, appetizing and hitting every spot with just the tiniest amount of pressures his thrusts had you gnawing on the inside of your cheek with your toes curling tightly.

“what’s the matter? no more attitude?” he huffs, tilting his head to move some remaining strands that were starting to occlude his vision.

“i-if you’re gonna be rough, at least go h—”

“…oh, baby, you’re jus’ asking for it by this point.” he murmurs, wiping his forehead with the back of his palm.

your eyes rolls at feeling the very tips the curve of choso’s cock kiss against your folds. so deep, his thrusts were sloppy. purely responsible for the squelched that continuously sang throughout the room.

choso grabs onto both of your waist, and you moan once he’s just dragging your hips back and forth against him, making sure you feel every thick inch of his.

“do me a favor ‘n arch your back more,” immensely, you do—your body responds to choso with such a quickness it was simply humiliating. “good girl….now,” and you barely recognize choso’s voice. usually it’s so sweet and tender, now it was rough and a bit husky, a rasp hidden underneath each sentence he spoke.

needless to say, you found this version of choso to be quite hot.

“wait,” he pauses, pausing the mood with his own cute stammer in his voice, back to normal. “not goin' to rough, am i? i want you to be comfortable and-”

“baby, ‘m fine. keep fucking me please.” you pleaded, feeling his hips stutter as he was in the middle of talking. even trying to keep up a act, he still wanted to make sure you were okay—choso simpers to himself, caressing your ass before spanking it yet another time.

“okay okay,” he hums. his hips pick up again and you’re basically being pounded into the bed. the grip he had on your hips wasn’t too rough but just the perfect amount.

choso’s breathing starts to pick up, and he enjoys the view of you more than he thought he would. his head goes back, along with his let down hair before he pivots his hips a certain way. your pussy clamped down against him and you hear his jaw clench in pleasure. “…shit.”

your legs quavered beneath him, and he then used a hand to bring both of your wrists behind your back. “j-just like that choso, please, please.”

“baby, you’re not supposed to be praising me,” he pouts, and you giggle before moaning again — a sudden moment occurs where you thickly swallow, only to continue your sweet whimpers. “this was s-supposed to be a punishment.”

“so punish me then.” you mewled, your cunt easily hugs him like a vice, the noise it makes, a wet pop and you’re just soaked. choso’s ears grows hot from the feeling and he knows you can feel it too.

he sighs, shoving you further into the bed. “you’re something else.” and his voice grows low and pitched again—yet choso does the unexpected. he leans right into you, and you instantaneously feel the heel of his foot press against the very back of your head.

he wore socks, the soft padded wool brushes against your neck, and he’s roughly driving into your pussy now to where you can’t even saying anything.

all that came out of your dumb mouth was a squeal, this angle…

“let me have you,” he grunts, balls deep, his base was thick and repeatedly thwacked against your entrance. you were dizzy…drunk, but not that kind of drunk. the good kind where all you could think about was how good you were getting stuffed by your boyfriend’s hefty cock. “yeah, just lie down and let me—fuck.”

you’re panting, and it felt so good.

choso was always used to being gentle and tender with you, although if you wanted him to be a little rougher, he was more than happy to oblige.

“i-i’m gonna cum, choso… gonna make me cum.”

“don’t think you deserve it, he utters, and your lips part, jaw dropping, plethora of sweetened moans only escaping as a subtle response. “you’ve been teasing me all day. even started to stroke me in the dressing room.”

“s-sorry.” you moaned.

choso remains with his foot near the back of your head before pursing his eyebrows together. “you’re not sorry are you, baby? be honest.”

“n—no,” you whined, the thickness of his shaft twitching inside of you felt so heavenly. you could have sworn you felt a vein that ran down his length pulse inside of your tight cunt. “you’re right, you’re right, ‘m not s-sorry.”

he chuckles. “you could have just lied, you know?”

choso’s angle and thrusts against you were so pivotal inside you, so astonishingly deep that not even moments later you end up cumming hard. leaving a ring around his base. your breathing was irregular and heavy, eyes half-lidded and just convulsing underneath him.

“messy girl,” he whispers, pulling out, not even caring that he didn’t finish, all that matters was that you did. choso turns you over before planting a kiss on your lips—you pull him in for another, and another, before you make him trample onto you. “did you learn your lesson?”

“no,” you moaned, sitting up before lightly shoving him down on his back, straddling his lap now. “i want more.”

choso smirks, sliding a hand down your waist, fully disregarding his flustered face at seeing you attempt to take control. “of course you do, brat.”