Make Me Cum Till I Lose My Mind ! — Sub!choso

Just got dahlias and a labret done guys i cant smile but they look fucking sick

wanna hear him moaning and whimpering as he keeps nutting inside me and can't stop :(((

MDNI

Nerd!Choso who can’t stop thinking about you. The way you walk, the way you talk — even the way you smell. You’ve taken over his mind, playing on an endless loop, day and night.

You’ve shared classes with him for what feels like forever. It was only a matter of time before his quiet admiration started to show.

You don’t notice a thing. You go about your day, heading to class as usual, completely unaware that you’ve got a pair of eyes fixed on you almost every second. Well, you start noticing that you have an admirer when you start receiving your favourite milk chocolate, perfectly wrapped in pretty pink paper in your locker every week. It’s always the same chocolate, no note or anything. At first, you just think that it’s your friends playing a prank on you, I mean, you have been whining about needing some attention.

It's been going on for a while now, almost three months, and by this point, you know it’s not just your friends pulling some harmless prank. You actually have an admirer. The knowledge of someone knowing the code to your locker and slipping that same chocolate inside week after week, has you feeling slightly...disturbed, but also happy in a way. More often than not, the attention you get is from one of the guys on the football team sending you a dm late at night about hooking up, but this show of affection? It seems like this mystery guy might actually like you. Because why else would he go through the trouble of getting you that expensive chocolate that you love?

Choso would always try to be in the hallway at the time when you would open your locker and see the gift. He noticed the way your eyes lit up every time you received one of his presents; he had even heard you talk about them to your friends in class.

The knowledge that you appreciated his efforts only fueled his confidence. Slowly, the chocolates stopped arriving alone. Neatly folded notes began appearing with them — some filled with compliments, others with questions, even though he knew he’d never get an answer.

But lately, his boldness has grown. This time, there was no note, just the chocolate and tucked beneath it, a photo, one taken by an actual camera. It was high in quality and taken in a dark room. The picture showed the guy, well, not his face, but his abs. He was holding your favourite chocolate in front of his abs. When you received the photo, you were more than surprised; these gifts had now been taken to another level.

One day, you end up staying at school later than usual, all thanks to your idiot teacher, who decided to give you detention for scrolling through Pinterest instead of working on your assignment. Tired and slightly irritated, you finally head to your locker to get your chemistry book. Because, of course, your teacher didn't only give you detention, but also extra homework.

To your surprise, the hallway wasn't empty when you got there. There was someone there, right in front of your locker.

And that’s when everything clicked.

The person in front of your locker had to be him, your mystery admirer. He moved slowly, carefully pressing in the code to your lock, like he had all the time in the world, completely unaware that anyone was watching. He must have thought the hallway was empty.

When the blue locker finally opened, he reached inside his pocket and pulled out that same pink-wrapped package. Only this time, it looked different, it was thicker and bigger, like a box. Maybe he had stepped up his game and given you something else. 

He placed the package neatly inside and then reached further inside your locker. You were confused. What was he reaching for? You heard something being moved slightly inside your locker, only for him to then pull out a small bag where you kept some spare clothes in case anything ever happened. You could see that he was looking inside the bag, reaching inside to then pull out a pair of your spare panties.

You had to physically hold yourself back from gasping as you realized what he was holding. He looked at them for a little while before he stuffed them inside his pocket.

You waited impatiently behind the rounded corner of the hallway for him to turn around, and when he did, you were even more stunned. It was Choso, the quiet guy from your chemistry, math, and graphic design classes, in other words, all your nerd classes.

He was wearing a black zip-up hoodie, baggy light blue ripped jeans, and a worn Star Wars t-shirt peeking out from underneath. Up until the moment he turned around, you’d been almost certain it had to be one of the guys from the basketball team, simply because of how big he was. Had he always been that tall? Had he grown taller since the last class you had with him or what? Maybe you just hadn’t noticed before.

His eyes flicked around the hallway, scanning for anyone, completely unaware that you’d been standing there the whole time, watching. Then he walked out the main exit at the end of the hallway. The second the door swung shut behind him, you rushed to your locker, hands moving almost frantically as you worked the lock open to find the package inside.

As you thought, it was a box under that pink wrapping, the box was a dark but saturated purple color. Slowly, you pushed the top part off to reveal a white silk bag inside. As you saw the shape of what was inside the bag, you felt a shiver go through you. You untied the white strings at the top of the bag and moved the fabric down the object hesitantly. You stared at the light pink vibrator in your hands. It was big, it had to be about 7 inches or more. It was so detailed, the slight curve upwards, the veins. It almost seemed as if it was a replica of a real dick.

On the base, there was something small engraved; a closer look made it obvious that it said "Use me."

After a little while, you snapped out of your shocked trance and quickly put it back in the box, hesitating only for a second before you pushed the purple box into your bag. Too shocked to notice that when you pushed the box down into your bag, it had sounded like there was something else in the box too.

You rushed home. You weren't even sure what to do.

Choso had always seemed kind, gentle, and quite innocent. He always sat at the back and rarely spoke to anyone, besides his brother Yuuji, who was a few years younger than you. Seriously, you had never once interacted with this guy.

You sat down on the hard floor of your room, hesitantly pulling out the box again, setting it down in front of you. You stared at the box for a few minutes before taking a deep breath and peeling the top part of it once again to reveal the box's insides. You grabbed the smooth silk bag and placed it in front of you, and now you saw that there wasn't only the vibrator in there but something else too.

It was a small sort of old iPhone with a note attached to it.

"Film yourself, then send it to the saved number on this phone, and I'll see it. I promise I'll return the favour."

Your heart was pounding loudly, so loud you could hear it speed up. Your gaze dropped from the phone to the silk bag. Why were you even considering this? You asked yourself as you reached into the silk bag. There was something so disturbing about this that made it so exciting. There was a small part of you that now, when you knew that it was choso all along, felt willing to do this, felt so willing to do this to see him send something like that back.

Fucking terrible day to be american

dryhumping with takuma, i need it my wife

i need it please im begging you

"babe, i can't ruin these pants i just washed them."

takuma keeps whining as if he isn't the one on top of you, rutting against you fully clothed. he's peppering kisses all over your face, moaning against your ear, just to complain some more.

"i have nothing else to change into, can't—god—can't cum like this."

you can feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing against your heat even through both of your clothes. he's biting down on his lip in this awkward desperation that makes you only want to buck your hips up against his even more than you already are.

"then take them off and fuck me, takuma," you try, but he's shaking his head like he's already weighed the pros and cons of doing so.

"can't stop," he sounds like he's tearing up. "feels too good, can't stop to undress, baby, need you now."

fingers dig into your hips as he pulls you up to press even harder against his constrained cock. he's rutting against you like he's in heat, rolling his hips and hissing our harsh noises of pleasure with each and every single movement.

it's not like you can blame him—you'd probably cry if he stopped now to undress the both of you, even if him finally sinking into you would feel like heaven. the pressure against your clit is ungodly, just a little longer and—

"fuuuck, holy fuck, nevermind im cumming," takuma is screwing his eyes shut and stalling his own mind by pressing his lips to yours in a messy kiss that send you over the edge as well. you can feel him tense, his dick throbbing against your clothed core as he spills into his pants in concert with your own orgasm.

"worth it."

Craving the most absolutely tooth rotting fluff known to mankind rn 🙏

sucking choso's pretty dick because hes so stressed and hes just in heaven

his pretty face flushed with pleasure, choso held down the back of your head as you gulped down his cock. the poor man came home so stressed and flustered from the day, so you offered him some relief, down your throat of course.

"s-so good babe. oh my god," he moaned pulling your hair. his breath hitched as you took his fat cock as deep as you could, the tip hitting just the back of your throat, your chin resting on his balls. normally would have liked to tease him for a bit, swirling your tongue around his tip before going fully down just to hear him beg, but today you knew he needed the sweet release. you let him buck his hips into your mouth, throat-fucking you at a steady pace until you pull off his dick with an audible pop.

using your hand, you jerk the length of his cock in slow, long strokes, his cockhead pretty and pink with precum, until he shoots ropes of warm cum into your fingers.

"good boy," you murmer, licking his essence off your fingers. "feel any better?"

"yes..." choso pants. "t-thank you, so much."

Kinktober Day 2: Bathtub/Water Jets

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, use of water jets, bathtub sex, breast play word count: 0.7k pairings: Hiromi Higuruma x Fem!Reader teaser: Then you squeal when you feel the water jets on your back. Hiromi smirks at your cute reaction. Of course he didn’t mention the tub had jets.

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The room was almost too fancy for the both of you. You were wondering what kind of strings your husband had pulled to get you this suite. But part of you wonders if you should even bother asking. He looks happy, pleased and most importantly, he looks relaxed.

That’s the important thing. You two were here to relax. After all, your husband works a very hefty job that leaves him feeling stressed most days. So for him to score a little vacation time wasn’t a bad thing whatsoever.

“Come look at this bathroom,” Hiromi says, his voice sounding a little more mischievous.

You come into the bathroom, looking at the big tub that looks inviting. Hiromi already has the water running and he’s looking around for bubbles. He smirks at you, coming over and pulling you into a kiss.

“Come on, let’s get in that tub. I deserve a soak.”

You can’t argue with that logic. You begin to undress, making your husband stop in his tracks. As he admires you, you begin to get a little more confident with your cheekiness. You begin tossing your clothes towards him, hitting him in the face with your silky little panties.

“Oh you’re asking for it now!” He growls softly, coming closer to take you into his arms.

His tongue penetrates your lips, making you moan at his sudden moves. His hands are all over your body, caressing and kneading your curves. Your hands busy themselves with undressing him; starting with his tie and then ending with his boxers. Both of you settle into the sudsy tub, sighing at the way the warm water soothes your sore muscles.

Hiromi’s hands are gentle as he begins to lather you up with the hotel soap. It smells like lavender and it makes you even more relaxed. You take your turn, helping him feel loved like never before.

Then you squeal when you feel the water jets on your back. Hiromi smirks at your cute reaction. Of course he didn’t mention the tub had jets. 

“What do you say we make good use of these?” His voice is hot and heavy with need as he whispers in your ear.

“Hiromi…”

Usually you’re the one who likes to make him feel weak and needy, but today he’s making you feel this way. Your tired lawyer husband moves you so that you’re facing the tub jets. The minute the controlled stream hits your clit, you realize what he meant. You shudder and try to grip onto the side of the tub.

“Doesn’t that feel so good?”

He settles behind you, holding you in the perfect position to have the jet thrumming directly on your swollen nub. He uses his free hand to knead your breasts. The more pleasure he pulls from you, the closer you feel to your climax.

Your breath comes out in heavy pants as the pleasure seems to continue to grow and grow and grow. You can barely control the shaking and twitching in your legs. Hiromi whispers dirty words in your ear, praising you for taking all of this so well. Then you feel his cock prodding at your hole.

“H-Hiromi,” you moan.

“Shhh, take it. I know you can, my pretty girl.”

Slowly, you sink down onto his length. The minute his tip kisses your sweet spot, you’re done for. You lean against him as the pleasure wracks through your body. Your thighs shake even more uncontrollably. Hiromi grunts as he’s pumping into you, prolonging every electrifying spasm of your cunt.

With the water jet still streaming against your clit, you try to squirm away due to overstimulation. Hiromi holds you down on his cock, but he pulls you away from the direct stimulation on your clit. He kisses your cheek.

“Do you have any idea how fucking sexy that was?” He asks, and you shake your head.

He laughs at just how disoriented you seem. He begins to pump up into you, feeling the water jet just graze his thigh now. He allows you a break from the steady stream, but it’s not long before he’s positioning you both in front of it. He holds you to rest your back against his chest.

“Just hold onto me,” he coos in your ear. “I’ve got you.”

He picks up his pace, making you squeak in pleasure. Your eyes roll back as you’re trembling once more.

“We won’t leave this tub until you’ve cum so hard you forget your name.”

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Red Ropes- Choso Kamo

Note: sub!choso tied up and being pathetic. Hope y'all like it's been a bit. I miss yall <3

The red ropes cinched tightly around Choso's toned torso. With every deep breath, his muscles dared to bulge out of their confinements. The veins from his strong arms and biceps flex with any subtle movement he does. Soft whimpers escape his plump lips, red and flushed from biting on them. His cheeks match along with them as he looks up at you. 

“Ha… ah,” He exhales deeply.

“Awe, what’s the matter?” You ask, as you slowly circle around him, your fingers lightly trail around the diameter of his waist. You admire how his pale skin is littered with beautiful splotches of deep red and rich purple. Chills run down his spine as he feels your fingertips brush against his skin. Once you made it in front of him again, you trail your fingers from his abdomen and up to his chin. You grip his chin and pull it up so his gaze lands on you.

“Choso,” his name falling so sweetly out of your mouth, forces him to look at your lips. His mind tries to imagine them on any part of his body that makes him ache.

“Should I stop? You’re not answering me.” You lean in.

“N-no,” His voice is hoarse and weak. Desperate, lust-blown eyes flitting between your mouth and eyes.

“Please don’t stop.” The last word drops into a soft whine, and he leans in to try and meet you halfway when you pull back.

He looks like he wants to cry and that's just what you planned. You push him lightly, so his back is flat against the chair. You take a good look at the pathetic man in front of you, no shame to be found. He indulged in being treated like this with the silent promise that you’d praise him afterward. Your gaze falls low to the prominent tent strained against his tight boxers. The fabric clung to every thick inch of his throbbing cock. 

You lean in closer, your lips brushing against his ear as you speak softly, "Look at you, so hard and aching and completely at my mercy.” Your fingernails trail down his chest, as you settle down on his lap. The heat of his body radiates through the thin fabric of your panties, making you hyper-aware of what you’re doing to him. 

“Tell me how much you need it, how badly you need me…” you voice a sinful purr against his ear. “How desperately does your cock want to be inside me?” you punctuated each word by rolling your hips, grinding against the rigid tent straining his boxers. 

Choso's eyes fluttered shut, his breath hitched as he lost himself in the sweet sensation. “So bad,” his voice rasped, strained and thick, full of desire. “I want to be inside you so bad.” 

His whines are like music to your ears. His hips roll up to meet your grinding, seeking more and more. You could feel him fighting for his life against the ropes. His fingers clenching, knuckles turning white as he fought the urge to grab and flip you over, changing your positions but, Choso knew better than to defy your wishes. 

“Beg for it,” honeyed words fall from your lips and slip into his ears. Your nails dig a little deeper into his biceps and squeeze, that pain mixed with the pleasure he knew he was about to receive makes all the better. “Beg for my pussy Cho…” 

You lean back slightly allowing your hand to come up and squeeze his neck, with just enough pressure to make him give in to you. His head tilts back and you could almost cum from just the look he gives you. His eyes bore into you, dark, intense, and all-consuming. His lips parted slightly as he began to speak again, “Please, I’ll fuck you with everything I have…” Choso’s voice dropped to a rough and desperate rasp. His words spilled out in the filthiest manner. “Please, please give me what I need.

You could feel him on the last threads of his resistance, he wanted you and needed you soon. You tighten your grip around his jaw before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek. “Good boy,” you purred, your voice full of sinful lust. “Such a good boy, begging all pretty for me…” 

With that, your hand finally reaches down to set him free. His throbbing cock sprang free from his boxers, slapping against his abdomen. You wrap your hand around his pulsing shaft, feeling it jerk and twitch in your grip. 

Choso let out a strangled moan, his hips bucking up into your touch, wanting more of that succulent feeling. “Thank you, fuck… thank you so much.” He gasps, his voice choking on the words. 

You could see the desperation in his eyes, the way they glazed over with pure submission as you stroked his aching cock. His whole body goes limp beneath you, surrendering to all your whims. He was completely and utterly yours. 

“Please let me feel your pussy, I promise I’ll be good. I’ll do anything for you.” Choso begs, his words spilling out in a quick and nervous tumble. You could feel the need radiating off his body, and you finally decide to give him what he desperately wants. 

You adjust your hips and with one swift motion you move your panties to the side, your dripping sex finally exposed to the hungry eyes before you. You grip his hair, forcing his head slightly back, as you finally undo the red ropes that restrained him. 

His hands like clockwork fall to your waist as he buries his head in the crook of your neck. “Can I please fuck you now, please…” He mumbles into your skin, before looking up at you with those brown pleading eyes. 

And you could never tell him no… 

Choso who likes being pushed down by you, who loves when you grab his throat, who keeps his cute lil’ spacebuns ON while he’s pounding you into the mattress because he likes the way you’d claw them loose and roughen him up.