Me When A Find A Toji Fic That Isn't All Nsfw (extremely Rare Find) (like Gyatt DAMN Even The Smaus Have

REEEEEAAALLLL

He looks so tired I need to fuck him

make me cum till i lose my mind ! — sub!choso

synopsis — spicy headcanons for our good boy sub!choso

content — hair pulling, tears, choking, whimpering, handcuffs, overstimulation, edging, hickeys, cuddle sex, begging, biting, sex toys

info — MDNI 🔞, if you have any suggestions for headcanons/prompts, comment or reblog!

A/N — hope y’all enjoy this! thinking abt morning sex w choso since it’s 7 am and was inspired LOL

sub! choso who looks up at you with tears in his eyes begging you to cum

sub! choso who whimpers whenever you praise him

sub! choso whose super loud during bed and moans your name whenever he’s about to cum

sub! choso who secretly likes being choked

sub! choso whose neck is the most sensitive part of his body and loves hickeys

sub! choso who likes having his hands handcuffed behind his back while you’re riding him, begging to touch you

sub! choso who likes being overstimulated to the point of crying

sub! choso who lovesssss cuddle sex

sub! choso who likes being edged

sub! choso - who cant control himself when you wear lacey clothing

sub! choso who can go round after round no matter how many times he’s came

sub! choso who bites your shoulder during sex whenever he’s too loud

sub! choso who likes having toys used on him by you during sex

sub! choso who likes having his hair pulled 🤭

sub! choso who cuddles you and never lets go after sex

♱ | sub! choso. dom! reader. begging. mild overstim. riding.

choso melts under your touch.

his head’s thrown back against the pillows, dark hair spilling everywhere in a messy halo. flushed cheeks, parted lips, and those glassy eyes looking up at you like you hung the stars. he whimpers every time your fingers graze over his hips, the anticipation alone making his cock twitch where it sits, flushed and leaking, against his stomach.

“you’re being so good for me,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss the curve of his neck, licking up a bead of sweat. “look at you. such a mess already.”

he keens at the praise, hips lifting off the bed like instinct. you press your palm against his stomach, grounding him.

“ah—fuck, i’m trying,” he breathes, voice shaky and hoarse. “please… i need you.”

your fingers wrap around the base of his cock, slow and deliberate, and he groans—loud and needy—like it’s too much and not enough all at once. his thighs tremble under your weight, muscles taut, barely hanging on.

“you’ll get it,” you promise, stroking him just enough to make his eyes flutter. “but not until you ask me nicely.”

his bottom lip wobbles, and you can tell he’s close to begging—desperate, undone, totally yours. “please,” he gasps. “please, i wanna cum—been good, haven’t i? i didn’t touch myself like you told me not to. i waited.”

your lips brush against his jaw. “yeah, baby,” you whisper. “you’ve been perfect.”

and when you finally sink down onto him, he sobs.

his hands fist the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping him grounded. you let out a soft moan at the stretch, and he nearly loses it right there—eyes rolling back, mouth falling open in a wrecked, breathless sound.

“oh my god,” he pants, looking up at you like he’s praying. “feels so—so good. can’t think.”

you grind your hips down, and his whole body jolts. “then don’t,” you whisper. “don’t think. just feel me.”

his hands eventually find your hips, gripping tight—not to guide you, but to ground himself, because he’s trembling beneath you, trying so hard not to cum too fast. his cock twitches inside you with every squeeze, every roll of your hips, and you can feel how badly he wants it.

“cum for me, choso,” you murmur against his lips. “show me how good i make you feel.”

and when he finally does—shuddering, whining, gasping your name like a prayer—you kiss the tears off his cheeks and tell him how pretty he looks when he falls apart just for you.

sub! choso save. save me sub! choso.

just updated my blog:333 i wanna start posting more but like,,,, who would even see this shit,,, im posting into an infinite void, this MUST be what sentient space debris feels like

need to bounce on it till his head lulls back and he’s moaning like a girl

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.

BOOOMSHAKALAKAAAAA

+ choso jerk off hcs

Choso’s masturbation sessions are never planned. His horniness comes and goes on a whim, and it’s up to him to decide whether or not he’s got the time and place to take care of himself. However, there is a loose routine that his body has become accustomed to: mornings just upon waking up and alternately the moment Choso arrives home from a long day of training—that familiar heat toils deep in his guts like a sex-soaked alarm clock, and he responds every time with the shedding of his trousers to wring the want out of his body.

In the least infantilizing way possible, I don’t think Choso is entirely privy to the concept of pornography. The internet in general is one big, convoluted puzzle that Choso would much rather not bother with, therefore he hasn’t had the misfortune of stumbling across raunchy sites. If he’s in a relationship with you, then the naughty pictures you send all get saved into a photo album on his phone, and Choso is enthusiastic to rub one out to them every single time he feels the need arising. And if you’re not dating? His imagination is really quite impressive.

Picture the following scene: a post-mission Choso finally trudging through the entryway of his apartment. Caked in sweat and grime and blood crusting in just about every crevice of his body. And he wants nothing more than to rinse off and pass out but Goddamnit, it’s like his dick has a mind of its own, up and throbbing and ready to play. It’s more of an annoyance and a hassle than something sexy, if Choso’s irritated sigh is anything to go off of. The man drags himself to his bedroom, leaving a trail of dirty clothes behind as he sheds off articles. Finally, he collapses belly-first onto the unmade bed, ready to do his business.

There’s two distinct methods to his madness. Method number one is the standard cock-in-hand pumping, but method number two is only reserved for lazy mornings and exhausting afternoons when Choso can’t possibly commit to a tricep workout just for a nut. Still on his stomach, he blindly grabs for his body pillow and maneuvers it into that small wedge of space between his crotch and the mattress.

A pining Choso can get real creative with his thoughts. You’re his partner, his friend, but here he is, drilling his hips into a lumpy pillow while thinking hideous things about you. He thinks about sucking across your chest, and in his lustful stupor, he might part his lips and picture your nipple between them. He thinks about his mouth on you, everywhere. Exploring your skin with teeth and tongue, devoting all five senses to your overwhelmingly attractive body.

Choso moans. Yep. He lives alone, so he doesn’t really see a point in biting the sheets to keep quiet. So yeah, he moans and babbles unintelligible recounts of your name while he humps. Sometimes, the pillow isn’t at the right angle, or it’s gone too soft on him and the friction’s giving out and he just wants to cum but he can’t get there and— “Oh, fuck, come on!” A fist punches down on the bed as he growls out words of frustration before reaching down to pull at his pillow harder—deeper—into the slot between his thighs and grind ten times more rough this go around.

When he comes, it’s to the mental image of your face. Your smile, your teeth and lips pulled wide, your pink tongue… It’s a sick fascination, Choso has with your mouth. Overstimulation be damned, he fucks through his orgasm, voice flatlining into an uncharacteristic silence despite his jaw hanging open. Thick, viscous fluid oozed between his chiseled abdomen and the pillow; it seeped into the poor thing because as per usual, Choso forgot to grab a stray sock to shoot his load into. Another pillow ruined. Lazily, Choso kicks it out from beneath himself and off the side of the bed to get taken care of later. He lays there catching his ragged breath, before succumbing to a sleepy sneak attack. His shower will have to wait until tomorrow.

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

❤︎ — toji fushiguro likes it in pink !?

content warnings: established relationship, switch toji + dom reader, pegging, prostate stimulation, bondage, cuffing, squirting and handjob (m. receiving), mind-break, dumbification, begging, desperate toji <3

event masterlist ❤︎ general masterlist

“this yours, doll?” he asks, dangling the bright pink strap-on by it's harness with a smug grin.

“toji, i can exp—”

he cuts you off with a smirk. “i mean, it’s pretty cute. all pink ‘n everything. it’d look good in ya, honestly,” he drawls, clearly savoring every second of your flustered reaction.

“but it—” you start, trying to find some way to explain without losing your nerve.

“a strap-on, though?” he teases, a wicked glint in his eyes. “couldn’t ya have just bought a dildo or somethin’? or — wait.” he pauses, feigning an exaggerated realization. “or do you want me to wear this ‘n show you a good time?” he finishes with a grin, clearly enjoying the way you’re squirming.

you finally blurt, “toji, it’s for you!” the words rush out, and there’s a moment where you’re too mortified to even breathe.

he goes silent, brows shooting up as he blinks at you, genuinely caught off guard. then, suddenly, the silence is broken by his laughter — a low, rumbling sound that fills the room. he leans down, ruffling your hair and pressing a quick, affectionate kiss to your cheek, still chuckling. “yeah, real funny, doll,” he says, clearly amused as he pulls you against him.

“toji, i’m serious!”

“yeah, right. you think i’d let you pin me down with that?” he grins, tapping the tip of your nose with his finger. “well, sweetheart, keep dreamin.’ ‘cause if anyone’s gettin’ pinned down, it sure as hell ain’t me.”

he gives you a wink, still grinning as he leans down to your ear. “you got balls, sweetheart, i’ll give ya that.”

so how the hell did he get here?

toji's knuckles flex and tense against the restraints you’d set up, his wrists bound tight enough to press marks into his skin every time he jerks, testing their strength. he's sprawled across the bed, muscles tense under your control, face buried into the pillows in an attempt to hide the frustrated blush creeping up his neck.

“thought this was what you wanted, huh?” he sneers, twisting his head to glare at you from over his shoulder, his usual cocky smirk twisted with irritation. “just had to get me like this to feel on top for once?”

you smile, leaning over him, brushing your lips against his ear as you adjust your grip on his hips, keeping him in place. “oh, poor baby. acting like you're still in control when you're tied up, taking it so well.”

he lets out a low, frustrated growl, jerking his wrists again. “keep talkin’. won’t be so smug when these come off,” he mutters, his tone biting. “probably all you ever wanted, huh? you’re nothin’ without the straps ‘n ties. can’t handle me on your own, can ya?”

you respond by shifting your hips, sinking deeper, and his breath catches, muffled against the pillow. “not so tough now, are you?” you say, a smirk playing on your lips. “thought you’d be able to take it, big guy.”

his teeth grit as he tries to steady himself, voice lowering. “you keep callin’ the shots, but i’ll make ya regret it, sweetheart. get all cocky while you can, ‘cause when these come off, ’m gonna flip you over, make sure you remember who’s on top.”

his bravado falters as you give another thrust, and he lets out a stifled grunt, nails digging into his palms as he squirms beneath you. the bindings dig into his wrists, his breathing growing heavier with each second he can’t escape, his usual dominance cracking under your persistence.

“still acting like you’re the one in charge?” you tease, voice dripping with amusement. “face it, baby, you’re exactly where i want you.”

as you pick up a brutal, unforgiving pace, toji’s mouth spills a string of curses, rough and unrestrained, his voice edged with a desperation he’s fighting to hide. his body jerks with every thrust, and he’s straining against the bindings, wrists red and knuckles white, but there’s nowhere to go, no escape from the relentless rhythm you’re keeping him pinned under.

“fuckin’ hell — shit, what the —f-fuck are you even doin' back there?” he hisses, voice cracking as his body betrays him, hips trying to pull away only to rock right back up against you. “jesus… you’re a twisted little thing, aren’t ya? always got somethin’ to prove, huh?” he spits, but the breathy, wavering tone of his voice betrays him with each word.

you lean over him, pressing him down harder against the bed, keeping him in place as you drive into him. “oh, i know you’re loving this, toji,” you murmur, lips close to his ear. “look at you. practically begging for it.”

he lets out a strangled groan, his face burrowed into the pillow as he tries to muffle his noises. “begging? keep d-dreamin’. think you’re so goddamn clever, don’t ya?” his voice is rough, all sharp edges, but his resolve falters each time you thrust into him, and his cock bobs against his stomach, flushed and leaking. “shit, my dick’s about to fuckin’ burst and you — oh god — won’t even let me touch it, will ya?”

“not a chance,” you say, gripping his hips tight enough to leave marks. “you’re not touching a thing. i call the shots tonight.”

“f-fuck,” he snarls, trying to twist out of your grip, though his body still betrays him, every movement pulling him right back onto you. “shit, this is so messed up. look at you, so damn smug, thinkin’ you got me right where you want me—”

“oh, i know i do,” you reply smoothly, picking up the pace as his voice breaks into a series of grunts and choked moans, his control slipping further with each brutal thrust. “so how does it feel, baby? to not be in control for once?”

“fuck off,” he snaps, trying to keep his edge, but his voice is thick with need. “goddamn it, if you don’t… mmgh—” he cuts himself off, chest heaving as he lets out another frustrated curse, the lewd slap of skin mingling with his breathy groans. “you think this is funny? gettin’ off on watchin’ me like this?”

“oh, absolutely,” you say with a grin, enjoying every second. “i mean, you’re practically drooling into the pillow, baby. so much for the big, tough guy act.”

“sh-shut up,” he spits out, but there’s barely any fire left in his voice. his breath hitches, hips jerking against the bed as he lets out a strangled groan. “goddamn it — shit, if you don’t stop i’m gonna—” he’s almost incoherent now, body trembling as he fights to keep any scrap of composure, but it’s clear he’s too far gone, every word slipping into a mess of curses and desperate, shameless noises he can’t hold back anymore.

“what was that? i couldn’t hear you over all the cussing.” you drive into him harder, and his voice breaks entirely, a low, strangled noise spilling from his lips as he finally surrenders, body trembling, buried deep in the helpless pleasure he’s trying so hard to deny.

toji’s resolve is hanging by a thread, and he’s practically a mess beneath you now, hips jerking with every thrust as his control crumbles. his face is flushed, beads of sweat dotting his brow, and his cock is rock-hard against his stomach, smearing precum over his abs with each brutal thrust you drive into him. his breathing is erratic, a mix of strangled moans and desperate curses, and he’s practically trembling from head to toe, his brain a haze of conflicting desires he’s barely able to fight anymore.

“fuck, c’mon, just—” his voice breaks, sounding wrecked as he twists his head back to look at you, eyes hazy with frustration and need. “just lemme… lemme get my hands free, yeah? swear i’ll make it worth your while, doll.”

“oh, now you’re bargaining?” you smirk, running a teasing hand along his spine, and he lets out a strained groan, fists clenching hard against the bindings.

“goddamn right i am,” he pants, voice tinged with a desperate edge as he squirms under you, straining against the bindings. “i’ll… fuck, i’ll make you scream if you let me go. promise, i’ll make it good — better than whatever the hell you’re doin’ back there.” he manages a weak, cocky grin, though it falters as his body jerks under your relentless pace.

“pretty sure i’ve got you right where i want you, big guy,” you reply, grinding into him as you feel his whole body shudder beneath you.

“goddamn tease,” he snarls, voice cracking as he shifts, his abs clenching every time his cock brushes against his stomach, precum smearing over his muscles in sticky trails. “fuck — just… i’ll make you pay for this, you know that?” he hisses, though his tone is desperate now, wavering with each thrust that drives him closer to the edge he can’t seem to fight.

you lean over him, breath ghosting over his ear. “what’s the matter, toji? can’t handle it?”

“handle it?” he scoffs, though it’s half a gasp. “goddamn it, you’re the one who can’t handle it — afraid to let me loose ‘cause you know i’ll turn this around. just let me — ah, shit — just lemme go, baby. lemme give you what you really want.” his voice is nothing but broken promises now, tinged with a need that he can’t suppress, his pride slipping with each passing second.

“oh, you’ll give me what i want, alright,” you murmur, thrusting into him harder, and he’s gone, his mouth spilling a string of curses as his whole body rocks beneath you, muscles clenching and quivering as he loses his last grip on self-control.

“fuck — fuck! you’re killin’ me here… damn it, ‘m — shit— please,” he finally chokes out, panting as he all but collapses against the bed, chest heaving as his head drops into the pillow, words slipping out before he can bite them back.

the word falls from his lips, low and raw, barely audible through his labored breaths, but you heard it — please.

the single, desperate plea you’d been waiting for all night. a smirk curls at your lips, and you pull back, letting your movements slow, just enough to tease him, to drive him crazy, watching as his body reacts, his hips helplessly lifting to chase the strap.

“what was that?” you ask, your tone dripping with mock sweetness as you lean over him, feeling his muscles tense under your weight. “thought i heard something… but i need you to say it again, baby.” you give him the smallest roll of your hips, just enough to make him shudder, but not nearly enough to satisfy.

“don’t… don’t play games with me,” he grits out, though his voice cracks on the last word, frustration edging into desperation as he tries to lift his hips, only to meet empty air when you pull back. his cock strains against his stomach, throbbing, smearing more precum across his abs, and he lets out a frustrated growl, his knuckles white as he strains against the bindings.

you lean close, lips brushing his ear. “c’mon, big guy. just say it again. wasn’t that hard, was it?”

“fuckin’…” he bites down on a curse, but the fire’s quickly fading as he grits his teeth, panting. “please. goddamn it. don’t make me — shit, just… please, alright?”

your smirk widens, and you roll your hips slowly, enough to make him gasp, but still holding back, watching as he bucks his hips up, trying to get more, each desperate thrust of his hips just pressing him deeper into frustration.

“again,” you murmur, enjoying the way he’s slowly coming apart beneath you, pride crumbling with each desperate word that leaves his lips.

“goddamn it — please,” he hisses, voice cracking as he tugs on the bindings, the skin of his wrists flushed and raw from straining. “please, just… just give it t’me baby, fuck, you’re killin’ me here.”

“aww, poor thing,” you coo, shifting just enough to let him feel the movement, the pace barely picking up. “you sound so needy, toji. what happened to all that tough talk, hm?”

“fuck you,” he rasps, though the bite’s gone from his words, replaced with nothing but a trembling desperation that leaves him shaking. “don’t… don’t get cocky. just… please, baby, i’m beggin’ ya,” he rasps, hips jerking again to meet the slow, maddening rhythm you’ve set. “just — fuck, you win, alright? just… please.”

and there it is again, the word spilling from him, rough and raw, his pride long forgotten as he pants and squirms beneath you, bruised ego be damned, as he loses himself completely in the pleasure you’re holding just out of reach.

toji’s composure has completely shattered, and he’s beyond caring now, each thrust pulling shameless whimpers and curses from him as he clings to any scrap of relief. his body rocks in sync with yours, his own hips jerking up to meet every punishing thrust, and he’s practically chanting your name between gasps, his voice hoarse and thick with need.

“shit — fuck, yeah, that’s it, please, baby, keep goin’ — don’t stop,” he rasps, each word tumbling out without restraint. “goddamn, you’re perfect, just — ah — i’ll do whatever ya want, hear me?” his chest heaves, and he sounds desperate, almost worshipful. “fuckin’… anythin’ you want, ‘m yours, all yours,” he babbles, and it’s clear he means it, every ounce of his resistance completely gone.

you lean down, biting down on his shoulder hard enough to make him groan, and your hands find his chest, fingers teasing his nipples, sending shocks through his overstimulated body. “all mine, huh?” you murmur, smirking against his skin. “maybe i should just keep you like this forever, make you beg every single time, until you know your place.”

“f-fuck, yeah — please,” he chokes out, his voice a raw, needy mess. “make me beg, baby, i’ll do whatever —just don’t stop.” his words spill out as if he’s making some kind of promise, his head thrown back, lips parted, lost in the relentless pace you’re setting. “shit, can’t believe — fuck, gonna kill me, i swear,” he groans, but his body says otherwise, thrusting back, silently begging for more.

“good boy,” you murmur, sinking your teeth into his neck again, and he shudders violently, practically singing your praises as you drive him further into that blissful, submissive haze.

toji’s body is writhing, his hips grinding desperately against the mattress, each movement filled with that raw, animalistic need to get some kind of release. it’s almost endearing — seeing him so utterly wrecked, so utterly at your mercy, and you can’t help but laugh softly at how completely he’s fallen apart. feeling generous, you reach down, your hand wrapping around his aching cock, and the instant your fingers close around him, he’s done for.

“fuck — !” toji cries out, his whole body seizing up as he shoots the hottest load you’ve ever seen, painting his abs and chest in thick streaks. but you don’t stop; if anything, your pace only intensifies, pushing him further into that blissed-out state, his body overstimulated and trembling.

“oh, you thought we were done?” you murmur, and he groans, a pathetic, wrecked sound that only fuels you further. his hips are still bucking, body still moving on instinct as you keep thrusting, relentless and unyielding.

“god — ah, shit — c-can’t take it,” he stammers, but his hips say otherwise, grinding down, chasing that sensation even as his brain goes hazy from the pleasure overload. his cock twitches and leaks as you drive him to the edge, and before long, he’s practically shaking, a broken string of curses falling from his lips.

“gonna squirt f'me, aren’t ya, toji?” you coo, leaning down, and he whimpers, nodding as his whole body tightens, finally spilling over again in a messy, shuddering climax that leaves him breathless, completely spent, and utterly yours.

toji’s entire body jerks when your hands start moving along his oversensitive shaft again, quicker this time, your fingers applying just the right pressure. a strangled cry escapes him, desperate and broken, his hips twitching involuntarily as you continue to push him past his limit. his head drops forward, his breathing ragged as he tries to keep up, tries to give you what you’re demanding, even though he’s spent and trembling, every nerve in his body on fire.

“c-can’t — fuck, can’t take it,” he gasps, his voice strained, yet he doesn’t pull away. instead, his hips roll weakly to meet your hand, barely holding up as he surrenders, his whole body tensing as he fights to keep that promise he made to you.

“oh, you’re gonna take it,” you murmur, your hands relentless as you pump his shaft, tightening your grip. “you said you’d give me whatever i want, right, baby? want you to squirt for me, and i know you can.”

“shit — ah, god, yeah,” he babbles, practically incoherent, his hips bucking as his cock twitches, already dripping. “fuck, okay, okay — just… don’t stop, baby, please.” his voice is nothing but a breathless plea as he lets himself fall completely, mind hazy, following your every command.

finally, with one last broken moan, his body tenses, muscles taut, and he gives in, his release spilling over again, messy and unrestrained.

toji slumps back against the bed, utterly spent, his chest rising and falling in a rapid rhythm as he tries to catch his breath. he looks absolutely wrecked, and you can’t help but giggle softly at the sight of him — bruises blooming over his shoulders, neck, and hips. he’s like a beautiful mess, and you can’t get enough of it.

“you okay there?” you tease, brushing your fingers gently through his hair as he burrows his face into your chest, seeking comfort. he nuzzles against you like a needy little kitten, and you can’t help but smile at how adorable he is in this vulnerable state.

“mm,” he murmurs, his voice muffled against your skin, and you can feel his hot breath against you as he lazily licks along your collarbone, teasingly, searching for comfort. it’s both amusing and endearing, watching him behave so childishly after everything that just happened.

“you’re such a baby,” you chuckle, leaning down to place a soft kiss on the top of his head, the warmth of his body against yours bringing you a sense of calm. “i know you’re tired, but we need to clean you up a little.”

“don’t wanna,” he whines, his voice still thick with exhaustion as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. “just wanna stay here. you’re warm, and it feels nice.” his tongue flicks out again, playfully teasing against your skin, and you can’t help but laugh.

“you’re really something else, you know that?” you say, shaking your head in amusement. but there’s a warmth in your heart at how he’s so willing to let his guard down with you, so trusting. you gently pull him up, guiding him to sit against the headboard as you reach for a damp cloth to help clean him up.

“hold still, toji,” you instruct, and he huffs out a breath, but complies, looking up at you with those beautiful, tired eyes. “we can cuddle later, okay? right now, let’s just get you cleaned up.” he grumbles softly but allows you to wipe him, the cloth gliding over his skin while he leans into your touch, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

“you take such good care of me,” he murmurs, a hint of sincerity in his tone, and you can feel your heart flutter at his words. it’s a reminder that underneath that tough exterior, he’s still just a man who appreciates being cared for, and you’re more than happy to oblige.

as you gently clean him up, you can’t resist teasing him a bit more. “you know, it’s kinda cute how all it takes is a little pegging for you to turn into this mushy version of yourself,” you say with a playful grin, your fingers working deftly over his skin. “i didn’t know you were such a softie underneath all that muscle.”

toji doesn’t even bother looking up at you, too focused on burrowing deeper into your chest. he’s like a stubborn child, lips pouting as he licks at your skin, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. “shut up,” he mumbles, his voice still muffled against you, but you can see the faint flush creeping across his cheeks. “not talking to you.”

“aw, c’mon, you know you love it,” you chuckle, giving him a gentle nudge. “who knew that your big, tough exterior could crumble so easily? i might have to use this against you more often.”

he huffs, but there’s a hint of a smile on his lips as he finally lifts his head, meeting your gaze with those captivating eyes. “you wouldn’t dare,” he says, trying to sound serious but failing miserably. the way his lips quirk up gives him away, and you can’t help but lean in to steal a quick kiss.

“oh, but i will,” you tease, enjoying the playful banter between you. “just think of all the fun we could have with you all soft and emotional like this.”

“you’re insufferable,” he replies, but there’s no bite to his words, only warmth as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer. “but… maybe a little fun wouldn’t hurt.”

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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…