Thinking Of Boyfriend!Choso

"AM I DOING GOOD?"

YOUR OBSESSED LOSER BOYFRIEND

Choso x Fem Reader

Summary: Choso just can’t seem to get enough of you. To him, you’re the only woman worthy of his time—the only woman he’ll ever look at so intimately. When you’re at work, he struggles to cope with your lack of company, becoming desperate for your attention when you aren’t around. Every day he awaits your return impatiently—craving your familiar touch.

Word count: 2.5k

Contains: Submissive Choso, established relationship, masturbation, interrupted masturbation, begging, teasing, no protection, penetrative, cowgirl, missionary, cumshots, creampie

Audio: i based this on this audio from a request. full credits to the VA for inspo

Note: need to write more one shots like this ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა

Left alone in the bedroom, Choso grumbles. The past few hours have been spent aimlessly flipping through TV stations; there is nothing to satiate his boredom. He wants one thing and one thing only—you. He flooded your phone with messages, receiving no response since you’re likely making your way home from work. Time couldn’t tick by any slower.

Rolling onto his side, the open drawer full of your panties catches his attention. Choso pierces his lips together, his mind wandering to picture you in your lingerie—thinking about how sexy you look when you tease him, sending him all those naughty pictures when he’s the one at work. The ones he saves to his gallery in a special folder just for you; two albums have your name, one inaccessible without a passcode.

Grabbing a pair, he balls them up into his hand and throws himself back on the mattress, admiring them in the air. A black lace set, simple but equally as seductive. He lowers them to his face, cursing himself for his perverted ways as he sniffs, only to be disappointed by the smell of laundry detergent. No one could miss pussy more than he does; his dick throbs at the thought of your taste when you guide his head, holding him down while he eats you out.

Unable to contain himself, he fumbles with his zipper and pulls his dick from his underpants, his tip sensitive to the touch. Using your panties for added stimulation, he begins stroking himself, wishing it were you touching him. Sometimes, he wishes he wasn’t so obsessed with you—it’s beginning to interfere with his life; deep down, he knows he’d live no other way. You’re the only thought in his head; he’d do anything for you—the possibilities are endless.

Since you’re not home, he’s free to be as loud as he wants. His moans leave his mouth as his head lolled back, letting himself get lost in the endless fantasies his mind curated of you. You enter through the door and take your shoes off, humming the tune to the song playing through your headphones while you walk through to the living room. When you call Choso’s name, he doesn’t reply and your brows pinch together.

“Baby? Are you home?” You call out again, hearing clattering coming from the bedroom.

“M’ here. Wait—” The floorboards creak as you approach the bedroom and he panics, covering himself carelessly as the door swings open.

“I missed you so much!” You beam at him and walk over, holding his head in your hands while cuddling him to your chest.

“Missed you too.” He mumbles, his dick twitching from the material of the blanket rubbing him the wrong way.

“Are you okay? You look pale.” You pull your lips to one side and put your hand on his forehead, slicking his hair back, “You don’t have a fever.”

“I’m okay, just sleepy.” He smiles, his eyes innocent despite the deceit—he’s not tired at all.

“You’re always sleepy.” You hum, pressing your forehead to his. Your gaze lowers, noticing him swallow the lump that had formed in his throat.

“Not always.”

“Your cheeks are rosy.” Your thumb strokes over his smooth skin, unaware of the situation under the blanket that he is desperately attempting to conceal.

“You’re so beautiful.” He chokes on his words when you straddle him, your ass directly on top of his hardly-covered dick.

“Are you sure you’re okay?”

“It’s—” He grits his teeth, turning his head to the side, “—Nothing. I told you I’m fine.”

“What’s this?” Underneath the blanket covering him is a slip of fabric. Before he could stop you, you reel it out and reveal your panties.

“I swear I can explain, please.” He whines, grabbing your hand while you stare down at him. You don’t speak, giving him the approval to justify his actions.

“I just wanted to feel you. I missed you so much; I need you so fucking bad.” His eyes were wide, a soft glimmer possessing them while his hands rubbed up and down your hips.

“How long have you been jerking off in my panties?”

“A few weeks—”

You flash a stern glare at him and he huffs, squeezing your fingers while they intertwine with his.

“I know, I’m sorry. Please, I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“You’re so needy, you know?” Your voice lowers, bundling his shirt as you draw him closer to you. He couldn’t handle being touch-starved for much longer and cracked, connecting his lips with yours.

While you intended to go for a controlled approach, Choso was sloppy, dragging you down with him while his lips assaulted yours. All his pent-up sexual frustration is revealing itself, his tongue meeting with yours in an instant. Despite not being touched, this was all he needed to orgasm, whimpering pathetically into your mouth as he cums all over himself. You pull back and remove the blanket, seeing the trail shot up his lower abdomen and shirt.

“I’ve been good, haven’t I?” He murmurs, grabbing onto your face with both hands, “I’ve been a good boy for you.”

“You’ve been perfect.” Your lips twist up, “Only you could cum all over yourself like this. You’re all mine, aren’t you?”

“All yours. Only yours.” He hastily replies, grinning right back at you.

“I think it’s only right that a good boyfriend deserves a treat, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“You’ve made such a mess.” You toss the now dirty blanket onto the floor, helping him out of his shirt and boxers.

“I’ll clean it all up later, I promise.”

“Thank you, baby.” You kiss his cheek and pull away, only to feel his grip on your forearm tighten.

“Where are you going?” He whines, tugging you back as you stumble forward.

“I’m going to get changed.”

“No.” He lets his head roll back, his cheeks lit with a red flush, highlighting his dire need for your attention, “I need you now.”

“No?” You cock your head slightly askew, his demanding words catching you off guard.

“You haven’t touched me in ages.”

“You’re going to have to wait, Choso. I won’t be long.”

“Please don’t leave the room; you can do it here. I want to see your pretty body.”

“Let’s make a deal, okay?” You brush your hair away from your face and he nods, “I want you to get yourself off until I’m ready and I’ll stay in the room. Can you do that for me?”

“Am I allowed to cum?”

“What fun would it be if you cum again before I get my hands on you?”

“Okay, I won’t. Don’t make me wait forever.” Choso lets go of you, watching you waltz over to the laundry basket.

His eyes linger on your figure as you strip out of your clothes, using his previous spill of cum as lubricant. It was hard to remain silent, his moans muffled due to him forcing his mouth shut. There is no shame left in him as his body twitches, the sight of you from behind leaving him tearing at the skin on his lips. He was overstimulated, hornier than he was previously—but he never gave up. His body knew you were what he craved—likely the only thing providing him the stamina to keep going.

You grin while your back is facing him, hearing the soft noises he makes while he strokes himself to the thoughts playing in his mind. You glance back, noticing him divert his eyes, his hand trembling due to the repeated motions. Though cruel, you want to see how long you can make him wait. Choso always cums quickly, but he’s the type of man that wants to cum multiple times until he gets everything out of his system—until he knows that he has pleased you. If necessary, he’d continue until his eyes are forced shut.

His heavy breathing increases, his big amber eyes begging you to turn around and place your hands all over him. Under the muffled sounds of his whimpers, he calls for you, his voice too weak for you to register from the distance you’re at. He knows you’re doing this to him on purpose, turning him on as his pitch rises an octave, his whines now desperate cries for attention. You unclasp your bra, slinging it aside, then slowly step out of your panties. His face lights up, a gleaming smile displayed as his hands proceed to tremble.

“Are you ready?” He gasps in between his words, eagerly awaiting you to spin around and join him on the mattress.

“Not yet.”

“You said— We had a deal.” He almost sounds hurt, as if he took the betrayal to heart, “I’m going to cum— You know I can’t last—”

“Relax, Choso. I’m teasing.” You chuckle, spinning around and closing the distance, “You can stop now. You did so well.”

“Did I?” His sticky hand leeches onto yours, “I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“Why would I be mad at you?”

“Because I keep sending you inappropriate messages while you’re at work and I steal your panties.” He utters. He feels ashamed at how attached he is to you—many of your friends have commented on his clingy behaviour.

“I like your little messages; I think they’re cute—the pictures too.”

“Yeah? You like them?”

“I love them; you look so pretty in the videos. Got the most handsome face I’ve ever seen, haven’t you?”

“I’ll send you more. You make me this way—I’m so horny. I get so excited for you to come home every day.”

“I can see that.” Your eyes drift down to his dick, wrapping your hand around it, grazing against the veins that decorate it. “All of this because of me, I’m flattered.”

“All for you. I love you so much.” Choso tugs you forward, making sure he’s able to hold you in the kiss so you can’t break free this time.

His lips were soft; you could feel his smirk pressed against you while you shuffled closer. He adored kissing you; exploring every inch of you is a blessing to him. He pulls back and shifts your hips, lining his tip up with your entrance. The moment he’s been waiting for all day is finally in his hands, the greatest privilege he has been gifted in life.

“I can’t wait to feel you. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He mutters, dotting kisses down your arm while you lower yourself onto him, “So good. I’ll make you cum, I swear.”

“Quiet down, Choso.” You snicker, his pupils blown out as he bottoms out inside of you.

“Oh fuck, ‘so tight,” Since he can’t tone it down, you put your hand over his mouth. You silence his moans, barely doing enough to dull the volume.

Your day at work drained you; you don’t have enough energy to remain on top for long, growing exhausted only after the first few minutes have passed. Choso recognises your lack of energy and rolls over, allowing you to lie down. When you give him this opportunity, he makes sure he doesn’t disappoint you. He inches back into you, setting the pace to his liking, carefully analysing your facial expressions.

“Please talk to me.” He grunts, reaching forward to stroke your face.

“You’re doing so well—just like that.” Your eyes flutter shut as his tip massages a point deep within you, stimulating your G-spot. From the look on his face, it’s as though he is awestruck by you; none of this is new to him, he just can’t get over how gorgeous you are.

“Are you close?” He’s aware that it’s early on, but this has been prolonged for him—he’s already at his point of release.

“Not yet.”

“Fuck— I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

“You can do it, Choso. Do it for me.”

“I’m trying. M’ trying, but it’s so hard—”

“Keep yourself there.” You readjust your position, raising your hips slightly while he secures you in place.

“Here? Should I press down?” He rubs his hand on your lower abdomen, applying pressure to aid your pleasure, “Look at you— You’re so pretty. You’re going to be mine forever, aren’t you?”

“Forever.” You mumble your words, repeating them as the satisfaction begins to take over your rational thinking.

“Can you feel this?” He says in a proud tone while his fingers circle around your clit, building your climax rapidly, “Am I doing it right?”

“Mhm’, that’s it.” Your breath hitches, muscles tightening due to the stimulation, “That’s it, Choso.”

“I’m holding out for you,” The atmosphere was filled with heavy breathing and the sound of skin slapping, “Please don’t be mad if I cum.”

“Just a little more.”

“I couldn’t ask for a better girlfriend.” His voice was raspy, barely able to get his words out. “I love how you take care of me. I love how good our sex is—”

“And— Those other people,” He pants, glaring directly into your eyes, “Who said I wasn’t enough for you were wrong, weren't they? I’m so good for you.”

“You’re more than enough for me.”

“Not every man has to pretend to be emotionless. They’re so jealous because I’m the one you wanted.” He plants his lips on your neck, leaving a soft trail of pecks leading down to your chest, “I’m going to give you everything, going to treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

Choso comes undone inside of you, his whimpers flowing while his cum spurts out, filling you up just as he had anticipated. He continues to thrust, making sure you have the opportunity to finish despite him being close to passing out from the overstimulation. His hands are groping your breasts, sliding all over your body, doing anything he can to help you.

“Please cum, please,” He whispers his plea, his breath fanning onto your neck, “I want you to cum for me.”

“Yes— Oh shit,” He laughs in between gasps, not expecting his words to have an effect, “You’re so tight around me.”

Locking with his innocent eyes, you break, losing your composure as your orgasm reigns over your body. Choso is struggling to speak, his words coming out in hiccups while he continues—unable to stop himself. He pulls out of you and shoots cum all over your stomach, letting his drained body fall beside yours. Tonight, he made a mess much bigger than he ever had before, his head spinning while his body regains energy.

“I really needed this.” Choso turns, noticing the sweet expression on your face as you gaze at him.

“I love you too; I forgot to say it back.” You beam over at him while your chest heaves, your body sticky with both sweat and cum, a combination that becomes irritating as time passes.

“Give me a minute and I’ll clean everything up like I promised.” He pecks your cheek, pleased with himself for the state you’re in. Usually, you prefer to be the one in charge of aftercare—you don’t have the heart to stop him as he seems so ecstatic with his performance. “Do you want a fresh set of lingerie or my boxers and a shirt?”

“Boxers and a shirt, please.”

Astarion.. HATE this guy 😩😳🥰

Gege... When I catch you Gege...

There is no new chapter, it was just a bad dream. In reality, everything is fine and bros are hanging out together

Only Yuji could make cleave look so cute

im salivating for more of your kaveh x puppy girl!reader x alhaitham. puppy girl in heat maybe?? and her sweet boys help her throughout her whole heat cus they love her so much <33 im begging on my knees pleASE

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𝙼𝙳𝙽𝙸 - 𝙸 𝙳𝚘 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚃𝚘 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝙸𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝙼𝚎 𝙾𝚛 𝙼𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚐𝚎 - 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚄𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐.

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♡𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗♡

Alhaitham and Kaveh Help Their Puppy Girl Through Her Heat ♡

𝙿𝚊𝚒𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐: 𝙰𝚕𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚖 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝙺𝚊𝚟𝚎𝚑

𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚘: | 𝙿𝚄𝙿𝙿𝚈𝙶𝙸𝚁𝙻!𝙷𝚈𝙱𝚁𝙸𝙳! 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 | 𝚂𝚑𝚎/𝙷𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜 | 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝙱 |

𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 3680

𝚆𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚜: | 18+ | 𝚂𝚖𝚞𝚝 | 𝙷𝚢𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 | 𝙷𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚜 - 𝙰𝙱𝙾 𝙸𝚏 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚂𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚗𝚝 - 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚂𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝙼𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚍 | 𝙱𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝚃𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 | 𝙿𝚘𝚕𝚢 | 𝙳𝚞𝚖𝚋𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 | 𝙼𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝚕𝚘𝚝 | 𝙳𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝙿𝙸𝚅 | 𝙿𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝙷𝚞𝚖𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 | 𝙳𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚢 𝚃𝚊𝚕𝚔 | 𝙿𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚎 | 𝙳𝚘𝚖/𝚂𝚞𝚋 | 𝙲𝚞𝚗𝚗𝚢, 𝙲𝚞𝚗𝚝 & 𝙿𝚞𝚜𝚜𝚢 𝚄𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝙳𝚎𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚜 |

The life of a puppy hybrid was high maintenance.

The grooming of ears and tails, said appendages twitching and wagging, putting one's every emotion on display for everybody to read. Silly little instincts to chase a squirrel or fetch a ball from some unsuspecting children's game. Becoming overly excited around snacks and foods, pestering Kaveh for just one little taste of whatever he was cooking. Getting so easily distracted from important projects assigned to her by the Akademiya, subsequently having Alhaitham breathing down her back to ensure she was on track.

Neither of the boys minded though, Alhaitham welcomed her into his home with open arms. Kaveh absolutely doted on her any way he could, assisting in grooming her pretty ears and ensuring her tail was soft and shiny, genuinely pampering her with more care than he gave himself. (Which was already an endless list of methods and products taking up his side of the bathroom)

Alhaitham was a little more subtle, wordlessly leaving her favourite treats around and ensuring that she had her own keys on her. He gave her quiet time when she needed and sometimes indulged in her zoomies, gently tossing a ball or cushion back and forth in a little game of catch while he flicked through his novel.

Still, the life of a puppy girl was high maintenance. Especially the secondary genders associated with many hybrid folk. Although not often acknowledged socially within society, many poor little puppygirls experienced the most horrible, terrible, achey, ouchy heats.

Everything was so, so hot. The air was thick and cloudy, humid with sweat and hurried breaths, heaving from the poor puppy girl's chest. Hot slick ran from her achey puppy cunt down her thighs, messing up all the comfy blankies she spread out. She laid in a messy nest of duvets, pillows and clothes owned by her roommates. Kaveh would surely squawk at the lack of structural integrity she put into her creation. She buries her nose into a decadent red throw blanket, carefully hand woven and incredibly expensive, she inhales the soft floral scent of her forementioned blonde roommate. Her puppy cunt clenches and drools down her thighs. She whimpers into the fabric, her cunny aching, her head foggy, throbbing with a pressing headache.

The poor little puppy girl grinds forward, trying to catch her cunny on something, anything to soothe the ache. She cries out, frustrated with how hot and humid the room felt, her naked skin sticking to the fabric below, her blood felt ice cold and the sensation difference made her head spin. She writhes around, her fingers pulling the threads of the blanket, her nose still buried into the fabric. She gropes around her nest, yearning for another familiar comfort. Her hand rests upon a pillow, silky and cool to the touch, she brings it to her chest, wrapping her arms around the plush material and hugging it to her warm body. It smelt woodsy, akin to the mahogany furniture found within the Akademiya library, certainly Alhaitham's pillow she managed to snatch before her heat truly set in.

She cradles the pillow tight, breathing in the exotic concoction of her roommate's scents. Her ears twitched deliciously, their scents driving a shiver down her back, her chest feeling fuzzy and heavy. For whatever mental clarity she gained from the sweet smell, the ache in her cunny grew worse. She howls out, whimpering softly into Kaveh's blanket, rubbing her face red and raw against the woven fabric. She hugs the pillow firmer, wrapping her thighs around the plush material, the satin cover cool on her skin. The silky material brushes over her bare clit and she gasps through her teeth, a whine crackles out of her throat.

She moves and straddles Alhaitham's pillow hastily, hands fondling the cover, her nails digging into the plush material. Her fluffy puppy tail wags, her brain fogged and her cunny aching. She couldn't care less about how naughty this was, how upset Alhaitham could be if she made a mess all over his belongings. Her skin was burning, her head aching and her puppy cunt needed something, anything to take away her ouchy heat. Her brain screamed at her, she needed them, she needed Kaveh and Alhaitham, needed them to breed her full of puppies. Her clit throbbed, the scent of Alhaitham's pillow present in her brain, this was the next best thing to the man himself.

Her pretty clit drags over the silky smooth fabric of Alhaitham's pillow, her cunny gushes, and clenches around nothing. She whines pathetically, breath caught in her throat, fluffy ears pinned to her head. She bites into the plush material as she humps her puppy cunt into the pillow, pretty ass up in the air as she chews and drools into the fabric. High pitched whimpers and cries choke through the material in her mouth, in time with every little pathetic hump against the pillow. Her slick messes the cushion below her, a clear wet spot beneath her drooling puppy cunt seeps into the fabric and across her thighs. Kaveh's decadent blanket, though nearly forgotten, tangles around her fingers, threads digging into her skin, she clutches it once again like a lifeline.

The poor puppy girl drowns in her heat, delirious and hot, brain fogged, the only thing on her mind being Alhaitham and Kaveh. Thinking about just how nice they would treat her, how sweetly Kaveh would cradle her and how good Alhaitham would plow her sweet puppy cunt. The poor puppy girl chokes out a sob, simply out of pure desperation, her mind betraying her and falling victim to her heat. She squirms against the pillow below, her pathetic humps growing sloppy and uncoordinated, barely squirming in place. She was so, so tired. Her cunny burned, hot, wet and sore, overstimulated even without the sweet release of an orgasm.

She couldn't help but keep trying, outwardly crying, sweet little puppy whimpers warble out of her throat. Any attempt at easing the achey heat in her tummy all by herself was futile, her every attempt only making the matter worse. It felt like the end of the world, everything burning hot as if it was on fire. The poor puppy girl couldn't stop, couldn't stop crying, couldn't stop her hips from squirming, couldn't stop her achey ouchy puppy heat. She had fallen far into her own mind, completely fogged and hysterical, distress finally implanting itself into her sweet little head. The poor puppy nearly misses the soft, sweet caress on her fluffy ears, accompanied by the overwhelming scent of mourning flowers. Or the firm, cool hand running down her back, gripping her hip, steadying her frantic body. A loud whine creeps out of her chest, vulnerable and yearning.

"Awh.. I know Baby, I know.. it's alright... We're here now Sweet Girl.." She hears, their tone kind and soft, grounding her into the present. She lifts her head, opening her eyes and nosing up at the man before her. Kaveh strokes his sweet puppy's ears, scritching and scratching her soft fur. He peppers kisses against her forehead, nosing against her skin, a pleased chirp ripples from her throat. Kaveh's touch is gentle, addicting, laced with candied tenderness so sweet she could cry. Carefully, she's moved; by Alhaitham, she barely registers, lifted out of her messy nest. The puppy girl moans in discomfort, her joints feeling creaky, the hands on her feeling ice cold on her bare skin. She misses the candid look Alhaitham shoots to his other half, to which Kaveh responds with a small shake of his head.

The puppy girl chirps out, feeling open and exposed, the frigid air of the room making her skin feel tight. Her tummy churns, thick with anxiety, scared that she's been naughty, afraid of their reaction, she had made a mess. Her ears fold and her tail curls inward, she can't help the little warbles that bleed from her throat, the soft 'm sorrys' chanting into the room. Alhaitham carefully noses into his little puppy's neck, mouthing at her skin, setting the spot alight, burning so nicely down her shoulder. Goosebumps prickle down her back, the fur on her ears and tail stands up, a soft rumble ripples from her chest. The puppy girl settles slightly, her chest feeling gooey and fuzzy, her instincts quieting down.

Alhaitham moves, lowering his sweet puppy back into her plush nest, now tidy and neat, the aforementioned blanket and messy pillow are shifted out of sight. Kaveh lays instead, his naked back against the soft structure, somehow he had managed to strip down without her noticing; not that she was even half aware of her surroundings. The puppy girl sits, perched prettily in Kaveh's lap, her skin warm against his own, her chest heaves gently, her breaths short and panting. Her lips wobble, her eyes shine with fresh hot tears, slowly trickling down her cheeks. Kaveh is quick to comfort his sweet girl, rubbing one hand down her side and cupping her face, wiping away her tears with his thumb. The puppy girl hiccups, her tummy burned and her head hurt, Kaveh's floral scent flooded her mind making her dizzy. She could feel the heat from Kaveh's cock against her skin below, her body pulsed, her silly instincts practically screaming at her. She tentatively wriggles her hips against Kaveh's lap, her hands braced on his chest.

"Pretty Girl.. You're so needy aren't you?" Kaveh coos, his hand massages the flesh on his puppy girl's hip. She whimpers, half embarrassed and in desperation, her cunny ached badly, she needed something, any kind of relief. She noses at Kaveh, nuzzling into his cheek, pitiful chirps squeaking into his skin. He breathes out a chuckle, kissing into her skin.

"Is your cunny ouchy Baby..? Yeah? Awh…" Kaveh pokes at his sweet puppy, she nods, her face a muddled mess of emotions. Kaveh 'tuts' affectionately, caressing his hands across her hips, slowly itching his hand towards her achey puppy cunt.

"Here sweetheart?" He circles her puffy clit, eliciting a sweet mewl from his silly little puppy girl. She nods again, her fluffy tail wags and her hips squirm, Kaveh's touch just felt so, so nice. Kaveh hums, his fingertips gentle on her cunny, slowly rubbing her pretty clit.

".. More~.. M-more!" The puppy girl wails, wriggling her hips into Kaveh's fingers. She pushes against them, doing anything to make them slip into her little puppy pussy, she wanted more, needed more. Kaveh coos, his brow pinching sympathetically, his hand leaves her pretty clit, favouring his own cock. He grips the base, sliding the head of his length up and down his puppy's fat pussy lips the keens out, her slick dribbling from her cunny and onto his cockhead. He smears the sweet mixture onto her clit, tapping his length against it teasingly, making her cunny spike in pleasure. Kaveh slips his cock down, inline with his puppy's cunny hole, slowly, he slips in, pushing his cock up with his hips. Her puppy cunt gushes all over Kaveh's cock, creamy and wet, drooling from her heat, making a sticky mess all over Kaveh's lap. Not that he minded, his hands leveled his puppy's hips, helping her bounce and grind on his length. Over her shoulder, he spots Alhaitham, naked and slowly stroking his own cock, his breaths huffing steadily through his lips. A groan erupts from Kaveh's chest and his pretty puppy cries aloud, fat tears roll down her cheeks, her lips fold into a wonky grin. Kaveh's cock felt so good in her cunny, fucking her so, so well, his scent, his grip on her hip and his length all turning the poor puppy into mush.

"..'Veh… Kaveh.. 'S good!" She croaks out, finally finding her voice. The puppy girl grinds hard on Kaveh's pelvis, her pretty clit catching on to his skin. She mewls, her tail wagging hard, her tummy burned and bubbled, her cunny clenching deliciously around Kaveh's cock. Kaveh's grip tightens, he brings his sweet puppy down and kisses her pretty lips, dipping his tongue into her mouth. She licks at his tongue, swirling them together, breathlessly moaning into his throat. Her hips pick up, slapping against Kaveh's own, her puppy cunt squeezes his cock. She bites at Kaveh's lips, her puffy clit zapping deliciously everytime she brings her hips down, her puppy cunny clenches, and she sobs into Kaveh's mouth. The poor heated puppy creams sweetly on Kaveh's cock, her hips stuttering with her release, pulsing and clenching Kaveh's length. She humps against him, riding out her sweet orgasm on his cock, humming airily as she grinds and wiggles her hips against him. Kaveh exhales, his chest pounding, he peers behind her once again, spotting Alhaitham. The other steps forward, his eyes raked over the silly puppy girl in Kaveh's lap, still squirming on his length.

"Shh.. Settle…" Alhaitham quips, his hand finds the puppy girl's hips once again, steadying them in place. The puppy sniffs and chirps, her puppy cunt still ached, her heat not yet satisfied. She tries to wriggle out of his grasp, tries to grind down on Kaveh's cock, tries her very best to work his length with her sweet puppy cunt. Kaveh hisses through his teeth, his composure crackling, nearly falling too far into his sweet puppy's cunny. Alhaitham's fingers tighten, he presses the puppy girl down into Kaveh's lap, his cock kisses her cunny so sweetly it makes her feel high, she keens and her tail wags quickly. Alhaitham props himself behind his sweet puppy, peppering firm kisses up the canvas of her back, all the way up to the juncture of her neck. She stifles a noise, pitched somewhere between pleasure and desperation, her brain confused at the ongoings happening in that moment.

Alhaitham hushes her once again, gentle but direct, he squeezes her hips and plants a firm kiss to his puppy's skin. She warbles, growing impatient, her tummy burns, her cunny drools and her instincts ring in the forefront of her mind. The scents of the two men only making matters worse, Kaveh's thick cock in her puppy cunt, Alhaitham's large hands and lips planted on her skin. It was all too much to handle for one poor little puppy. She felt frustrated, no amount of squirming or crying would make the man behind her let go. She needed it, needed them, needed their cocks in her puppy cunny, fucking her dumb and breeding her good.

"..'Haithm.." She manages, turning her head to him, her eyes glassy and her brow pitched, she pouts prettily. Kaveh caresses the skin on her waist, in an attempt to settle the poor puppy. Alhaithm hums, his hands drag from her hips, one inching down to her pretty clit and the other across the plump cheek of her ass. His thumb slowly drags over his puppy girl's clit, circling her slick over the swollen bead. She gasps out, her legs flexing and her puppy cunt clenching sweetly on Kaveh's cock. Kaveh sighs out, his hands continuing to tickle and pet her skin, narrowing his eyes at Alhaithm, he was being greedy, meanly teasing their poor little puppy. Alhaitham's other hand drags over the skin of her ass, down to her cute little puppy pussy, already stuffed full of Kaveh's length. Slowly, he pokes at her heat, coating his fingers in wet slick, admiring the sweet ring of cream dribbled around Kaveh's cock. The two make a noise from their throat and Alhaitham 'tuts' affectionately, his hand on her clit speeding up, egging the puppy girl to squirm and hump against Kaveh once again. She cries quietly, sweet little noises bubble from her lips.

".. You're very needy, sweet Pup.." Alhaitham half teases, his tone nearly unreadable, his puppy girl whines irritably. Alhaitham abruptly slides two deft fingers into her pretty puppy pussy, stretching her cunny out with Kaveh's cock. Both Kaveh and their puppy stutter out in surprise, taken aback by the sweet press of Alhaitham's fingers. He curls his digits, fucking into her heat, her slick dribbles down his knuckles, messing his hand. He stretches her puppy pussy, his other hand pinches down on her clit, making her gush wetly on both of the men. The puppy chirps and cries, Alhaitham's thick fingers squelching into her puppy cunny so sweetly, egging Kaveh into grinding his cock into her little cervix. It felt so good, her skin burnt with pleasure rather than pain, her head span deliciously, high on the thick wave of desire that coursed through her veins. She fucks back into Alhaitham's fingers, subsequently rocking Kavehs length deep into her puppy cunt. She mewls, wriggling her hips in time with Alhaitham's skilled hands, her cunny still felt achey, she needed more, she needed so much more, needed to be bred, needed their thick cocks, needed their sticky cum in her tummy.

".. m.. 'need more~.. 'Haithem 'n Kaveh… want more!" The silly puppy spurs out. Alhaitham hums, the sound rumbles deep from his chest. His fingers spread her drooling hole, she feels something press against her puppy pussy, blunt and warm. Slowly, Alhaitham pushes his fat cock into his puppy's sweet little hole, alongside Kavehs own length. The stretch was intense, Alhaitham's fingers never left her pretty clit, slowly pressing his fingertips into her swollen pussy. The puppy cries, her fluffy tail wagging haphazardly against her back, her puppy pussy on display for Alhaitham to see, stretched prettily and stuffed full of cock. Below, Kaveh lets out his own keening whine, breathy and soft, he bites on his bottom lip. Alhaitham slips his fingers out of his puppy girl's cunny, his hand slick and covered in puppy cream. He half smirks, grinding his hips against his puppy's ass, sliding his cock deep into her cunny, dragging against Kaveh's own. The two below him sigh out and Alhaitham begins a steady pace, fucking in and out of his puppy's pretty creamy cunt. Kaveh bumps his hips upwards, his hands sit on his puppy's legs, holding her still for him to drill into her.

"Fuck!~ Such a good little p-puppy aren't you..? Taking two cocks at once..? Yeah~? We'll make your cunny feel better baby~" Kaveh babbles, fucking himself stupid in his puppy's cunt, so tight thanks to Alhaitham's fat cock rubbing against his own. He can't stop blubbering, spouting sweet debauchery into the air of the room, keening filthy praises to his sweet little puppy. Alhaitham growls, his pace quickening, hips clapping roughly against his poor puppy's. He reaches down, his slick covered hand pressing to Kaveh's lips, he presses in, silencing his pussy drunk blabbering. Kaveh eagerly sucks Alhaithams digits in, swirling his tongue around his thick fingers, drooling over the sweet taste of his puppy's cunt. Alhaitham leans forward, mouthing at his puppy's neck, kissing and biting into her sensitive scent marker. Their Puppy Girl keens, her cunny felt so full, just as she needed, two pretty cocks fucking her stupid, riding out her heat on her roommates' laps. Alhaitham's hand on her clit burns hot, rubbing and pinching at her pussy, his cock rubs and grinds deliciously into her creamy cunny. Kaveh's cock stuffs her full, bullying her cervix and bulging behind her tummy. The sweet puppy keens, humping against the two men, grinding her sweet pussy into Alhaitham's fingers, her cunny gushes wetly, leaking down their lengths.

The air was thick with musk, heated from the warm bodies in her comfy nest, bodies shined in sweat and slick, sliding against each other. The sweet puppygirl fucked dumb on her roommates' cocks, stretched so well, they fucked into her as a duo. The slide of their lengths bumping into each other's, aching and pulsing hotly into her puppy cunt. The puppy girl writhes, her body feeling electrified, her clit feeling spiky with pleasure, her cunny clenches around the fat cocks pressed inside her. It was too much, too stretched, too hot, just the way she needed, her joints felt gooey, her head blissed out. Her sweet puppy cunt felt hot, aching and clenching, creamy around the long lengths inside of her.

Vaguely she could hear Kaveh's slurred babbles, praises and filthy words tumble from his stuffed mouth, wet around Alhaitham's fingers. Alhaitham scrapes his teeth over her neck, biting down into her skin, his hand rubbing her sore clit so sweetly. Her head spins, her cunny clenches, her legs ache so good against Kaveh's hips. The fucked out puppy girl barely whimpers out a 'cumming!' before she cries. Her puppy cunt clenches around the stretch inside her, her clit throbs against Alhaitham's fingertips, her hips stuttering against their cocks. The silly puppy shakes, her pretty pussy squirts all over the thick cocks in her heat, hot and wet, messing all over Kaveh's lap. She bumps and grinds against them, riding out her orgasm, egging the two on themselves. Kaveh moans against Alhaitham's fingers, his pretty cock pulsing into his puppy, cumming into her pretty puppy cunt. Alhaitham presses deep into her cunny, his fat cock drags against Kaveh's, the thick squeeze of his puppy's walls milking his cockhead so sweetly. They fuck and hump against eachother, their two cocks pulsing together, breeding their sweet puppy full of milky, creamy cum.

Eventually, they pull away, carefully sliding their slick cocks out of their puppy's pussy, wet with each other's cum. Their puppy wriggles her hips teasingly, humming softly from her throat. Kaveh breathes out deeply, pulling his puppy into his arms, cradling her sweetly in her plush nest. Alhaitham pets both of their heads, planting a soft kiss upon their skin, nosing into their sweaty foreheads before making his way out of the room. Distantly, the splash of running water can be heard from the bathroom, surely Alhaitham drawing a bath for the three of them to share. A little more doting was due for their sweet puppy girl, and they were more than willing to help her through the rest of her heat.

After All, The Life Of a Puppy Girl Was High Maintenance.

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i’m obsessed with ur fics and want to live inside your pretty little brain, you just write jjk characters so well 🫠

recently i’ve been thinking about choso having a bad day or something and just wanting to be taken care of, so now you’re nursing him while you jerk him off and he’s a whiny moaning mess and it’s so cute and when he thinks you’re done with him you get on top and ride him and he’s begging you to stop bc he can’t take anymore pleasure :( like i’m sick over this i need him so bad

❤︎ ໋𓈒 pleasing choso after a long day.

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, jerking choso off, pampering choso bc he deserves it, whiney choso, cowgirl, creampıe, praise, mdni + thank u sm !!!

“. . please,” choso would murmur in a frail weak tone, he sounded so drowsy, so needy. he’s barely through the door before he wraps his strong bulky arms around you. you giggle, being squished between his warmth before he buries his face into your neck. he gently runs his tongue against your collarbone before continuing to speak in muffled sentences. “missed you so bad. had a long day ‘n just need to . . need to unwind.”

you smile, stroking his back lovingly. “aw, bad day today, ‘cho?” you’d sweetly reply, feeling him shudder from your touch alone. despite you being so gentle, he was always so incredibly weak around you, including a simple few electric touches from you. “of course baby, i’ll help you.”

“can….you help me um,” and he’s struggling to get the words out. the two of you were finally secluded together in the large spacey bedroom. choso’s laid back, shirtless and heavy heaving breaths depart from his lips every few seconds. the more you stare at him the more he finds it hard to swallow the growing lump in his throat. “can you do the thing? like last time?”

you giggle, glancing at the poking tent in his boxers. “a handjob, baby?”

“…handjob,” he repeats, his eyes softening before a mere whine escapes from his throat. “oh … yeah, that. please,” and his lungs felt so clouded. with a hand running through his hair, he sighs cutely. “yes p-please. i wanna handjob. i’d do it myself but you always do it better, p-princess.”

choso was so cute, the way he was basically putty underneath your hands..

his words always trembled, he wanted you more than anything. he was always like this whenever he came home, so needy each and everytime for nothing more than your simple addicting touch.

“okay,” you’d comply, just a single word that pours from your lips alone was so seductive to him. he could listen to your voice all day. it was his own type of harmony, a song he’d love to listen to every day on repeat if he could.

your voice.

you reach beside him near the black short nightstand, grabbing a lube bottle before making sure to not waste any time.

you could tell by choso’s dilated pupils and his irregular rapid pants that he was growing more and more impatient as the time passed.

“wanna feel you s-so bad,” he whimpers, tensing a little from the way your hand springs out his length, lubricating around his pulsating cock.

you always made sure to be thorough— slicking every inch of him down with the liquid, starting from his swollen tip, then down towards his shaft, then his base. of course, his balls too. whenever you fondled with his fat puffy balls, choso would make such the cutest whines imaginable. “f-fuck, m-more. hurry, princess.”

“baby, don’t rush me,” you tease, sitting right beside him before pressing a sweltering hot kiss against his temple. he whimpers at your touch yet again, the softness of your lips having him in utter shambles. you made sure to have your dominant hand pay close attention towards the head of his dick, the most neglected sensitive spot. he inhales then exhales, gnawing at his lip before dark eyes of his stares up at the idle ceiling fan. “mhm. you’re so pent up, must have had a really rough day, hm?”

“so h-horrible,” he pouts, despite his voice being naturally deep and a bit gruff, the delivery of how whiney he was was just so cute. “i’m just glad i always come home to you. y-you always know how to make me feel better.”

you simper, your hand finally fully wrapping around his base before you start to give him a few solid pumps.

he moans, thickly swallowing the remnants of sweet syrupy spit that remain all in his mouth.

so so good..

you drove him crazy in the right ways possible. choso felt a sudden ringing sensation rigorously vibrate throughout his ears. he felt hot all over, radiating with a staggering high temperature of scorching boiling heat.

the tempo you had with jerking him off was a decent pace at first, gradually fisting his cock with each concise stroke—you occasionally glance up at choso who’s panting up a storm. “. . . . ugh,” he mewls out through gritted teeth, a hand of his own attempting to grab towards yours. “i wanna touch you t-too.”

“no choso,” you sneer, moving his hand away.

oh, the pout that suddenly spreads across his lips was so cute.

he’s giving you puppy dog eyes as if he’s questioning you a perplexed little, ‘huh?’ whilst you’re still stroking him at such a quickening pace, you make sure he keeps his hands to himself. “you wanted me to touch you, not choso, ‘kay? let me do everything, be a good boy for me.”

“i-i’m sorry, sorry,” he mutters in short breaths, finding your tone to be so hot. the twitch he feels in his dick only gets him more aroused. for a split second, you feel a vein that ran down the middle of his shaft pulse against your palm. “you’re right. ‘m gonna let you please me. gonna be a good boy ‘n keep my hands to m-myself.”

you peck a kiss against his hot cheek. “so good for me.”

“p-praise me more, please.” he whines.

“choso,” you giggle, and he was more needier than usual today. his voice grew a bit more high the faster you stroke him—his beefy thigh starts to bounce and bounce before he’s leaning back in pleasure. “you want more praises?”

he nods. “i- i do, your voice ‘s so hot, so s-sexy,” and his breathing abruptly hitches once you give him a sly smile. “not the right word, that was inappropriate— i- i mean, attractive. your voice when you praise me ‘s so attractive, i want more.”

the way he corrects himself from his choice of words was adorable.

whenever you gave choso a handy though, he’d never really last long regardless. choso would usually only last a few good minutes, especially with your hand work, your techniques.. he was simply no match.

“i’ll praise you all day, baby,” you whisper, watching as he’s feeling himself get close. he’s so desperate to touch you. he wants to, to stroke himself with you, wrap his big hand against yours. choso bites his lip in anticipation— feeling how he’s steadily losing composure. immensely, he starts to feel his throat grow dry, the air felt richly thick and he starts to get more and more vocal. “close?”

“uh huh, uh huuh,” he nods, pretty long lashes of his squeezing shut. choso’s about to fall into that trance again, your speed had him losing his mind. in his mouth, he starts to salivate. you’re so steady and precise with your beats and pumps against his cock that he’s about to spiral completely. “princess, ‘m gonna make a mess. you’re gonna make me m-messy again.”

“be messy for me then,” you invigorate to him against his ear, playfully licking a stripe near the soft outer shell of his lobe. he shivers at that, so sensitive. again, if it was anything that could be considered as choso kamo’s weakness— it was your voice. “give it to me, c’mon ‘cho.”

he’s so hard, his dick was all slick and wet from the translucent colored lube running down the sides of his hefty shaft.

a shaky breath snatches out of choso’s mouth before his abs tense up.

a hand goes through his hair before he feels the pressure finally hit him. “shit, s-shitttt,” he whines, feeling the area of his frenulum pulse and pulse. he’s seeing pure splotches of white— once his climax comes, it takes merely everything out of him. static shoots out from his ears and he lets off a cute shriek. “a-ah.”

you stare at the mess he’d just paint on himself. a few spurts of his own sticky cum shoots against his tummy, right near his lower abdomen. choso’s eyebrows significantly lower before he lets off a cute, “phew..”

“want more?” you coo, unraveling your hand around his dick before staring at him— he returns your gaze with half-lidded dark eyes.

he nods, panting off a sweet desperate. “yes please.”

choso figured you were gonna stroke him off again, but his eyes briefly widen once you end up up making your way onto his lap. straddling him in such a lewdly titillating way, he gulps. the ringing throughout his ears reverberates louder before you align yourself against the wet tip of his cock.

he was so aroused, so needy, so in love..

being a half curse spirit— he’s never got to fully experience types of pleasure like this.

albeit, he was always grateful to you for being able to show him everything he was missing out on though. with his bottom lip quivering, he gasps once he feels you slowly sinking down onto his length, feeling the warm pool of heat introduce itself to his cock that’s gradually splitting you open.

“oh…..fuck,” he’d groan, and at this particular point, his voice grows a raspy low. hooded eyes stare at you, studying your every move. from fixating his pupils on your hips, your chest, and even your face— he just couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “y-you’re gonna ride me?”

“yes baby,” you throw your arms around him, pulling him into a deep sensual kiss. he’s panting, each breath feels like it’s gonna be its last with you. warm tongues tangle and tango amongst each other before you briefly suck on his. a whine pulls from his throat before he feels your hips start to jerk.

abruptly, choso pulls away, whimpering a sweet. “can— can i touch you now at least? please. f-fuck, can’t take it anymore princess.”

“touch me however you’d like, pretty boy,” you’d speak in a hushed tone, licking another long strike against his neck. he was so sensitive, his eyes were practically about to roll all the way back by this point. you’re easing your sloppy cunt down onto his length and his roughly textured hands grab against your hips. choso then spanks your ass, only to give it a mean squeeze afterward just to see you gasp. “like touching me, huh?”

“y-you know i do,” he pouts, feeling the deep stretch. it was so so good— mouth watering, a perfect way to describe his mouth at the feeling of your pussy taking him in in such a sloppy, erotic way. already, you were a bit soaked from earlier, coating his base with a candied gossamer ring of your slick arousal. “my god, my g-goddd.” he throws his head back once you start to move against him.

a few solid rhythmic thrusts and choso kamo was done for.

he stuffs you full of inches, you lean up close to his face to plant your lips against the bridge of his nose— softly smooching against the area where his darkened scar remained. pink wet lips of his quaver from that simple action and his grip against your hips only tightens.

clammy, sweaty hands guide your hips to fuck against him harder before his head leans back. “fuck me, f-fuck me, jus’ fuck me pleaseeee. can’t c-cum, don’t think i can come anymore.”

choso becomes more whiny, his voice starting to strain overtime and you feel your stomach briefly seizing from how deep he’s hitting you.

relentlessly, you’re moving against him so good that not even he can keep up with you. your pussy’s the perfect match for him, fitting nice and snug like a lock fits inside a key.

oh, but the grip..

the grip of your sopping wet cunt against his dick was so appetizing, he only wanted more. more more more, the squelching noises had him feral and by now, with a tight enough grip he’s helping you slam down against his lap. “hah, can’t . . ‘m not gonna cum again, baby, f-fuck. fuck me so good, i—i love you, love you ‘s much.”

“i love you too baby,” you moan yourself, pulling him back into a steamy kiss. his sweetened whines and whimpers pour right into your mouth, ravened strands of his hair sticking against his forehead like glue. choso was drenched in sweat, perspiring such amounts that it makes his skin glisten entirely. “yes you can,” you hum between sultry breaths, coating his entire face with your kisses. you watch as his eyebrows arch and he squeezes against your ass just a bit tighter. he loves the recoil— spanking your ass just to witness and see the jiggle, it had his dick twitching even more. “you can give me one more, know you can, baby.”

“f-fuck, you’re gonna make a mess outta me,” he whimpers. the way you grind against him has him going feral by the second. hot deep breaths wretch from his throat before his head goes back. he leans all the way back, washboard abs flexing and curling up. with a single finger of yours running down his sharp chiseled v-line, he nearly loses it. your touch, his ultimate weakness. “gonna c-cum again, ‘m gonna flood your pussy again, oh fuuuuck.”

with your arms still lazily thrown around him, choso hugs you tightly, pumping further into your gummy walls that clamp him down oh so good before he ends up cumming again. this time, inside. it’s so hot from the inside—your pussy was all toasty, balmy from every crevice of your walls and the addictive hold it has on him. he shoots a long thick rope into you, it comes out into satiny spurts, filling you up to the very brim.

choso’s reaction was so cute, he’s literally speechless, yet his grip against your ass doesn’t even lessen. his face was practically covered with strands of his hair, half lidded eyes and a pussy drunken smile curling against his thin crimson red lips. “i— oh my,” he hiccups, catching his breath for a moment. the entirety of his body felt a plethora of emotions— hot, cold, warm, all of it. for a moment, his eyes meet your gaze before he swallows, reaching down, swirling two fingers against your sloppy cunt. you moan, feeling him gather up a good amount of his own cum that oozes out of your hole before bringing it toward his lips. choso pops his fingers into his mouth, getting a good taste and he moans, still feeling himself deeply buried into your sweet cunt.

so filthy, tasting himself like that with no shame..

“taste okay?” you puff out, watching as he’s got his two digits stuffed all in his mouth. with a cute nod, he pulls you closer towards his broad chest before you slowly pull his fingers out his mouth. “good, because ‘m not done with you yet, baby. wanna see if you can give me one more. can you be a good boy ‘n do that for me?”

“i- i’ll be your good boy,” he pouts, moaning harmonically once your hips start to make haste, picking up again. “wanna be so good for you. promise i’ll give you one more. f-fuck, i love you.”

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He came across her in a little forest clearing, lit up by the dazzling afternoon sun peeking through the leafy canopy. He licks his lips, eyes craning over her soft, bouncy ears, her fluffy puffy little tail, her stature, clearly smaller than his own. She dressed in a pretty, dainty frock, the hem pooling around her knees and weaving into the lush green grass below. She was a darling little bunny, plucking away at patches of flowers, roping them into a silly little crown.

The sweet kiss of the golden hour showered over her skin. She was almost too pretty to taste. Almost.

Wriothesley carefully stalks the clearing, maneuvering around the crunchy leaves and sticks that decorate the forest floor. His bushy tail swished, barely containing the excitement of the hunt. The poor, unassuming bunny hums away, pressing her nose into a soft, petalled flower, effectively sneezing from the pollen. Something in his chest swells, something other than hunger. He narrows his eyes, sitting in the deep dark that the woods provided, hiding in plain sight, watching the little bunny unashamed. He ought to pounce. Catch her off guard and devour the poor bunny before she even realizes he was there. But what was the fun in that?

He stalks forward, slowly revealing himself from the thick dark brush of the forest. The soft rustle of his movements makes the bunny stall, suddenly halting her actions. Her ears stuck up, turning with the noise of the woods in an attempt to pinpoint him. He watches her eyes, darting into every corner of the clearing, her breath elevated - He could practically see her heart bursting out of her chest. Wriothesley nearly chuckles, amused at the silly bunny, how unaware she was of his location, practically in front of her. He relished in the feeling, the anticipation, the second-hand stress from the scared little prey.

“Now, what's a sweet, little thing like you doing out here all alone?” He quips, finally stalking his way out of the woods. The little bunny was frozen in place, unmoving apart from her rapidly heaving chest. Perhaps she thought he couldn't see her so long as she stayed still. Silly little thing. Wriothesely stalks towards the little bunny, his stature nearly three times as large as she was, his shadow almost engulfs the light of the setting sun. He paints her in near darkness with his tall, dark features.

“I… I-” The silly bunny could barely get her words out, throat stuttering around her vocal cords, wobbling her voice in fear. Something within Wriothesley trembles, a sick elation, he could practically smell it; The scent of absolute terror oozing from this little bunny girl. He places his hands on his hips, feigning innocence.

“You know there’s wolves out here, little bunny.” Wriothesley cocks his head and grins sideways, revealing his thick, sharp canines. The girl barely nods, eyes glazing over with a soft sheen of teary wetness.

“I.. I need to go-” She makes a move, an attempt to dash into the safety of the wooded forest. The silly bunny's efforts are futile, Wriothesley quickly snatches the poor girl right up. He pins her by her arms, his heavy thighs pressing into her hips. She attempts to kick, to struggle and worm her way out. Her efforts proved useless, she was stuck, trapped under his heavy body.

"Ah-Ah.. Settle, little one.. Don't make this harder for me.. Behave for Wriothesely~." He comes close to her face, breath warm on her skin. The little bunny squeaks, fat salty tears roll down the apples of her cheeks, staining them in a soft trail. Wriothesley tuts in mock sympathy, licking his thick tongue over her cheek, tasting the salty residue of her little tears. The bunny girl cries in exhaustion, tired from squirming and wriggling in his grasp. Wriothesley chuckles darkly, leaning over the poor helpless bunny, fangs out ready to take a bite into her soft, fleshy shoulder, trembling from her soft tears and beating heart.

Wriothesley pauses. His nose catches something, a soft, sweet scent, unlike the blossoming flowers that surrounded the clearing. He can't help but investigate, pressing his nose into the little bunny's skin, sniffing over her trembling body. He holds her down, digging his nose into her hair, her neck, into her chest and below. He catches her wincing every time his nose pokes at her, the scent becomes frustratingly stronger with every graze. His sniffing comes to an abrupt stop near the little bunny's core. Wriothesley exhales sharply, the soft, sweet scent nearly attacks his nose, forcing the cogs in his brain to start turning.

"Am I exciting you, little Bunny?" Wriothesley finds himself above the girl once again. His palm rests on her cheek, thumb caressing over her trembling lips. Her soft, rapid breath huffs against his thumb, running a sharp spike right to his groin.

"Please.. M-Mister Wolf… Let me go.." The little bunny manages a full sentence. Wriothesley ponders her request, hunger fully dissipated and replaced with a new craving. Something.. Sweet.

"Let you go..? I'll just catch you again.. Little one.." His head shakes, voice light and airy, drenched in a false sense of comfort. Gods, her expressions got him going. The cute owlish look she gives him, brows pitched up, eyes wide and confused.

"Please.. m'sorry… mean no fuss.." She shakes her head, rabbit ears wobbling with her actions. He feels her thighs squeeze against his waist in a cute little attempt to hold herself. He hears her little whimpers, her sweet attempt to mute her chippering warbles. She hiccups and sniffles, steadily working herself further into a panic. Ah, bunnies. Such silly little creatures. Their instincts run wild, Wriothesely was surprised she hadn’t bumped her pretty self against his groin.

“Hmm..” Wriothesely purposely drawls the noise out, faking a pondering look.

"I'll give you a head start" He gives her the sweetest expression he could muster, pulling back and sitting on his knees. He watches the silly bunny's face contort in confusion, eyebrows raising, eyes blinking away.

“..What…?” Her small voice squeaks. There's a soft breeze that passes by, pulling Wriothesley’s fluffy ears with it. Then, dead silence. Wriothesely’s eyes darken, his lips twist in a rotten grin.

“Run.”

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The chase was on.

The poor little bunny sprinted off, stumbling through the thick, dark shrubbery of the woods. The forest floor was uneven, scattered with thick crunchy leaves and spiky twigs, surely leaving scratches against her poor legs. The forest was silent - apart from her heaving breaths and the hard crush of leaves beneath her feet. Not even a bird dared to call. The bunny girl makes twists and turns, doing everything in her power to break the nasty wolf off of her trail. His sickening grin flashes in her mind. His big, thick teeth. Enormous statue. How effortlessly he was able to pin her body to the ground. Something nearly stirs in her stomach again, a sick pull of arousal for a man that was clearly her natural predator.

The sun was almost set for the day, its light barely trickling through the tick awning of tree leaves. It was getting dark, and the poor girl was absolutely lost. At this rate, she’d be running all night. The little bunny dives into a thick bush, adorned with ouchy, spiky thorns. She cuts off her whimper, staying as quiet as a mouse. She hears her heartbeat in her ears, raging hard as she strains to hear her surroundings.

Something pulses against the forest floor, heavy, steadfull. The little bunny was nearly sure it rattled the leaves of the trees above. The big, dark wolf emerges, skidding hard into the marshy ground of the woodsy floor. He comes to a stop in the middle of the makeshift path, boots scuffing up thick mud and leaves, staining the toes of them. The wolf - Wriothesley - She manages to remember, huffs and puffs. His large chest engorges with every heavy intake of his breath.

“Where are you~... Little bunny.. I know you’re here.” His growling voice sings, echoing through the deep space of the woods, bouncing off of the trees and landing right in her sensitive ears. His eyes were wild, twitching, wide and darting from bush to shrub in search of his pretty prey.

“I can smell you.. Smell that sweet little scent of yours…” The wolf makes a show of sniffing the air. He exhales with a growl, low and deep and primal. The poor bunny clenches her thighs together, stifling a moan with a bite of her bottom lip. Wriothesely’s big, fluffy ears twitch, he heard something. A meek little sound echoing through the trees. He stalks, prowling around the small area, sniffing and squinting in all directions. With a thrust of his fist he punches through a bush, rattling the thick leaves with his arm. He barks out a laugh, eyes wild as he spins around, facing the thick shrubbery the little bunny hid in.

“Come out, come out…” Wriothesley cracked his knuckles, a wicked grin was set like plaster on his face. His dragging steps stop just by the thorny bush the bunny girl took shelter in.

“Oh~ I know.. You’re riiiiight… Here!” He pushes a hand into the bush, straining his forearm against the prickly, spiky thorns. The little bunny squeaks, narrowly missing his large palm, skittering out of the dense brush of leaves. She stumbles, nearly toppling herself into the mud before taking off once again, in a feeble attempt to outrun the burly, hungry wolf. She ran and ran, and ran. Running through the woods as far as her feet could carry her.

The footsteps were closer now, heavy through the mud, trailing right behind her. The poor little bunny hiccups a sob, stumbling over a twirly root sticking out of the duff. The bunny lands on her palms and knees, scuffing them into the wet, leafy ground. She drags herself up, kicking up sticks and debris as she scrambles to keep going. The poor bunny girl’s attempts are futile.

A heavy hand presses the silly girl into the floor by her shoulder blades, forcing her down, nearly pressing her face into the dirt. The bunny cries into her hands, shielding her face from muck and leaves. The dark wolf whistles low, trailing his thick fingers up behind the bunny’s neck, squeezing into her sensitive, achey pulse points.

“Well, well.. What a catch I’ve made..” Wriothesely’s voice is gravely, rocky with fatigue and excitement. His large body presses into the feeble little bunny’s, warm against the nipping chill of the forest’s night. The girl makes an attempt to wriggle, to fight back, to push her way out of his bruising weighty grip. It only works her up more. She cries into the mud, tears hot and sticky on her cheeks, delirious from the scary chase and the pressing subject of her fate pressing into her body.

“I… I’m.. Please-” The bunny helplessly begs. For what she doesn't even know. The big wolf chuckles right into her neck, warm and shivery and sharp. His thick canines threaten to press into her soft skin, scraping dangerously against her flesh as he talks.

“Please what? Little bun..” His fingers squeeze, forcing a little chipper out of the silly little bunny below him. He feels a little wiggle, a sweet little bunny tail wagging furiously against his lap. There it is again.. That smell. Sweet, fruity, floral.. Heat and arousal. Bunnies were so silly. Their survival instincts were next to none, carried by their fear and libido - Wriothesely wondered just how this little one lasted so long.

The bunny girl below him strains against his hand, wriggling in an all-new way. The soft cheeks of her ass bump and grind into the front of his pants, pressing into his hard cock. Wriothesely’s eyes blow wide, absolutely marvelled at the audacity of the little kit. More of her sickly sweet scent enters the air, light, airy and addicting, it makes his tongue wet with saliva. He bumps his groin forward, grinding himself into the little bunny’s form.

“Look at you..thought you were scared of me.. Huh..? Silly bunnies are always thinking with their pussies..” Wriothesley presses the girl harder into the dirt, shamelessly humping into her soft, plushy ass. The little bunny girl chitters and squirms, her little fluffy tail wagging in excitement over the dark wolf.

“Please.. Pleasepleaseplease~” The bunny whines, pathetically pushing back into the huge wolf, desperately in search of friction.

“Gods.. Could just eat you up… You’d let me have a taste.. Right little Kit?” His breath is hot on her neck, body heavy on hers. Since she was asking for him so nicely, who was he to refuse her?

The pretty bunny cries out with a hiccup as Wriothesely laps at her sweet juicy pussy, wet and slick from the hunt. He throws her thighs over his shoulders, locking them in place with his massive palms, squeezing tight, threatening to dig his claws into her flesh. Her body sits half in the air, elevated by the large wolf’s size. His large mouth effortlessly engulfs her little cunny, all warm and sloppy, burning hot from his mouth. The mean wolf suckles and licks at her achey pussy, he groans airily, eyes shut tight as he devours the poor little bunny. Her sweet scent burns his nose and leaks down his throat, pooling right into his pants. His lips purse over her dripping pussy, kissing sloppily, loudly, with vigour and lust. The wolf’s sharp eyes lock with the meek bunny’s, peering down at her little form through his brow.

The sweet bunny audibly keens, bringing her shaky hands to his scruffy hair. She pets his big, fluffy ears, caressing over the messy tufts with her soft touch. Her little fingers thread through his hair with care, carefully tugging him further into her core. Wriothesely groans out, rumbling hard against the sweet cunny below his lips. Her taste was near addicting, her gentle touch even more so - A dangerous thought flickers past his eyes as he laps at the silly bunny’s clit.

“Careful little one… Might just have to keep ya’ for myself..” He kisses hard on her core. The silly bunny nods her head, wobbling her soft bunny ears, whispering the softest ‘yes pleases’ while raking her fingers through his bangs. Wriothesely nearly bites down into her cunny, brain fogged on the idea of keeping this dumb little bunny all for himself. He flattens his mouth on her, licking hard into her sopping little hole. His thick tongue presses past her core, pushing into her pretty pussy, tongue fucking her with fast, easy strokes. The silly bunny nearly pulls his ears, keening her hips up into his hot mouth, bunny tail wagging against her back. His grip on her thighs tightens, claws pin pricking into her soft, unscarred skin - Unlike his own, perhaps he ought to mark her up, show the woods who she really belonged to.

He groans into the sweet girl’s pussy, bumping his nose into her puffy clit as he fucks her with his tongue. He pulls her core into his mouth by the grip on her thighs, wrapping his lips around her poor clit, maintaining the achey press of his tongue. The little bunny hiccups and whines, soft breaths hyperventilate from her chest. Wriothesley’s darkened eyes meet her own, soft and doe-like, unfocused, barely even registering the big wolf devouring her cunny. Wriothesely nearly rolls his eyes back, drunk on her pretty face and prettier pussy.

The sweet bunny squeals, clenching her thighs into his cheeks, squishing his head into her core. Wriothesely feels her cunt clench on his tongue, sucking him in and gushing a sweet spit of slick on his lips. The little bunny humps against his mouth, cumming with a squeeze of her thighs and a hot squirt of arousal. Wriothesely growls, stuffing his face impossibly further into her soft, plushy pussy, lapping up her sweet release as it sprays and messes all down his chin. He laps at her like a dog, allowing her to ride his face through her achey orgasm. He groans, teeth nearly biting into her core as he kisses and spits all over the little bunny’s clit. Wriothesely pulls away, his long tongue licks at his chin, cleaning up the residue of the sweet bunny below him.

The silly bunny whines as he lowers her legs off of his shoulders, clawing the air and making grabby hands towards him. Cute. When the sweet bunny finally finds the ground she gets on her knees, pawing up at the collar of his shirt. Her eyes sparkle with fresh tears, lips wobbling alongside them.

“Want you.. Want more Mister Wolf!” The silly bunny cries, already making a move to straddle his thick leg. Wriothesley almost feels his chest flutter, something tickles at his heart - the need to be needed.

“Want me..? But you’re so small, little Kit.. I’d break you in half.” He teases, eyeing her down, holding the squirmy girl in his lap.

“D-Don't care! Don't care don't care! Need you~” She chitters and whines, attempting to kiss at him, hump on him - Anything.

“Can't stop me once I start, little one..” His palm slides down her smaller frame, hooking into her waist, fingers squeezing at her hip bone. The dumb bunny nods her head, nearly drooling at the idea of the big wolf giving her exactly what her achey cunny wanted. Wriothesley man handles the little bunny, placing her right back into the dirt, pretty ass up, pussy on display just for him. Her knees skid into the mud, caked in sticky spiky leaves, stinging hard from the pokey ground. She didn't seem to care at all. Not with her eager little bunny tail, wriggling in excitement, or her drooling pussy bumping back into his clothed pants, staining the front of them with her sticky arousal. Gods, she smelt sweet, he nearly latches his mouth on her cunt again.

Wriothesley is quick to distract himself, hooking his fingers into the tight waistband of his pants, pulling them down his hips, revealing his thick, dripping cock. The bunny below him squeals, knocking her pussy back into him with a cry, nose sniffing and huffing at the air. He was sure she could smell him, his hot pheromones mingling together with the scent of her bunny heat. He rubs the fat tip of his cock through her puffy folds, coating it in her sweet, creamy arousal. His tip dribbles thick rivulets of sticky pre, staining her poor cunny with his musky hot scent.

“Please~ pleaseplease.. Need it please! Hurts without it.. ‘Gonna die without it~” The poor bunny girl begs into the dirt. Gods, weren't they always dramatic, he was right again, bunnies are always thinking with their stupid little pussies. Wordlessly, Wriothesley pushes his thick, oozing tip into the sopping little bunny. He has to grip at her hips, prevent her from eagerly fucking back into his cock. He ignores her whines and the droop of her pretty ears, the tickle of her tail on his tummy, the cute chitters she cries when he holds her down. His own fluffy ears pin back, his bushy tail wags slowly as he inches his long cock into her little cunny. Eventually, he bottoms out, pressing his heavy balls into her ass, sticky and warm from her dribbling arousal. He places two hands down into the mud, right by the little bunny girl’s head, leaning his massive body over her smaller form. He shivers making contact with the sweet little thing, stomach aching as she shamelessly humps her hips back into his cock, surely bulging out of her little tummy. Gods, he could stay like this for eternity, have a long, warm nap nestled nice and deep inside of his sweet plaything.

“What happened to being scared, huh little one? Could eat you up right now and you'd let me, I'm sure.” Wriothesley teases, rocking his hips against her ass. The girl hiccups and moans, keening back into him, crying out wantonly without an inch of shame. The wolf growls, leaning harder into the little bunny, rocking his hips faster against the soft plush of her ass. His cock is squeezed so nicely, nestled in the bunny’s sweet, gushy pussy. Her sweet cunt wraps around his length, sucking him in eagerly as he slowly humps against her.

“C-Can’t be scared.. Never sca- scared~ Not scared of Wrio… N-Not scared of m-mate!” The bunny babbles dumbly. A sharp ache rests itself in Wriothesley’s body. He snaps his hips, suddenly bouncing the stupid little bunny back and forth on his cock. Mate.. The word strikes something within his brain - the line between prey and playmate blurs, coagulating into something absolutely forbidden. Something hot and sickening. If only he could fuck a litter into her pussy. If only he could fill her with cutie little Pups for her to take care of. He’d provide for her, hunt and gather and breed her over and over and over. Her cries spur him on, the tears on the back of his hands force him to dig his nails into the dirt. His hips snap over and over, practically fucking right into the little bunny’s womb. Perhaps he was. Filling her with something she'd never experienced before. Something she’ll never have again. She’d be forced to him, stuck by his side as his cute plaything. He was sure she’d do it too.

Wriothesley stuffs his face into the keening bunny’s neck, his breath is wet and hot on her skin, humid with lust. The stupid bunny babbles on and on. Silly little ‘I love you’s’ desperate begs of ‘more, more more’. She keeps up with him, grinding back into his pelvis, keening when his teeth graze her neck.

“Gonna- Gonna! F-Feels good… Too g-good!” The bunny girl manages to spit out. He feels her sweet pussy tighten on him, clenching on his bruising cock in anticipation. His own length pulses, spurting a hot string of arousal right into her messy cunny. His little bunny squeals, nearly falling face-first into the leafy marsh below. Her pretty pussy squirts around his fat cock, spurting out over her thighs with every hard fuck of his hips. She squirms and whines, riding back on his cock as she creams and squirts over him. Wriothesley has to bite into his bottom lip, narrowly avoiding the soft, pliant skin of the bunny girl. He swears he draws blood, mixing with his drooling saliva, threatening to drop on her untouched skin. He groans deeply, loudly, hips stuttering their pace. Her cunny squeezes his length, begging for his sticky release. He gives it to her, clutching her little body close to his own while he drenches her puffy pussy with his seed. He spurts hot, thick ropes right into her little bunny cunt, messing up her insides, painting them white with his cum. He isn't quick to pull out, relishing in the tight, gooey squeeze of her gummy walls on his softening length. He nearly hisses when the silly girl tries to grind back on him, forcing his thick cum to dribble out of her spent pussy.

He finally pulls out, marvelling at the soft squeeze of her cunt on his tip and the hot dribbling mess that pools out of her. The little bunny is quick, already using her might to press the big wolf on the floor, perching herself in his lap with a hop in her step. She wraps her arms around his neck, nice and snug pulling him into a selfish kiss. Wriothesley rolls his eyes. Of course. Bunny stamina was no joke. This was a known fact within the forest. No matter, he’ll play along, surely he could best a bunny’s stamina.

It's a difficult feat, but Wriothesely keeps up with the insatiable little bunny girl. He lays back as she works his cock, fucking herself on his length over and over, release after release. Taking him again and again until the dumb bunny was satisfied. Gods the night was near endless - It had been a while since he’d had a fuck as good as this one. Finally, the silly little bunny settles down, snuggling into his larger form, napping away as the sun finally comes to a set.

Now he couldn't just leave her out here - There were wolves after all, big, scary nasty wolves that could eat her right up. It wouldn't hurt to take her home. Back to his cozy den with a nice fire and some food. Perhaps he’ll keep her around.. Fill her tummy with yummy foods and something else.. Wriothesley scoops the little bunny girl up in his arms, studying her soft sleeping face in the new moonbeam. Cute.

AUIIRRRGGHHHHHHH

I think this is the longest fic I've ever written omg- it took like 3 days man

I really hope you enjoyed ;; I actually really love this- gahwhhshsh

Imma be posting into November I think 😔 I've failed lmaoo

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ℱℛ𝒪𝒵ℰ𝒩 𝒜𝒫𝒪ℒ𝒪𝒢ℐℰ𝒮 — apologies in the form of endless love

wriothesley x sub!fem!reader. nsfw content. established relationship. daddy kink. infantilization. oral [f. receiving]. mentions of cheating. petnames [baby / baby girl, princess, bunny, dummy, angel, pretty, little girl]. overstimulation. m. masturbation. uhhhh... i dunno what ta call it, but wrio jerks off n' cums in ur mouth. oral [m. receiving]. unprotected p -> v. wrio kinna talks a lot... but he jus reaaalllyyy missed u. breeding kink. nipple play. wc :: 3.6k

wriothesley was racked with guilt when he finally came home, and found all the lights in the house turned off. Save for the small light in the kitchen. Illuminating the note on the fridge that you had written, all your i's dotted with little hearts, telling him that you had left his dinner in the fridge. ready for him to heat it up and eat when he got home.

he was supposed to eat that dinner with you. it was common for wriothesley to become so busy and had to spend days on end in his office. days on end without seeing you. but he always did his best to send you messages, sending other guards and workers at the fortress to your shared home, letting you know that you'd be spending another night alone. he didn't like it, but some things needed to be done. whether he liked it or not.

but he was supposed to come home tonight. he promised you. and he broke that promise. in retrospect, maybe he should have canceled that last meeting. Or at least cut it short. He wasn't expecting the mountains of paperwork and letters he'd need to fill out and respond to because of it. he felt awful. truly, he did. but simply feeling bad about the situation wouldn't fix it.

he skipped dinner, how could he waste time eating when you were waiting for him ? he made his way down the hallway, pushing the door to your shared room open. just enough that a line of golden light from the hallway shined onto the bed. wriothesley tip-toed across the carpet, heavy boots sinking down into the soft fibers as he made his way over, sitting down on the edge of the bed. he pulled his shoes off, setting them next to the nightstand, before leaning over the pile of pillows and blankets you had buried yourself in. it took him a moment, but wriothesley eventually found you tucked inside.

"baby... are you still awake ?" he asked, his voice dripped with guilt and regret. he really did feel bad.

"no" you snapped back, yanking a soft pink blanket back over your head again.

wriothesley's shoulders slumped, gently pulling the blanket back down. "i'm sorry baby. i really did try to come home... i wanted to be with you but something came up. i couldn't" he leaned down to kiss your face, talking against the soft apples of your cheeks. leaning over your body, the light shining in from the hallway reflecting off the tears that dripped down your cheeks, and gathered on the tip of your nose.

you didn't move, other than to twist your head away from him. "i made you dinner..." you whispered "i made your favorite... i worked really hard"

"i know baby... i know you did" he whispered back, tilting his head to rest his forehead against your head, hair brushing against your face.

"and i baked cookies"

he saw the cookies. perfect sugar cookies, with pretty baby pink frosting piped on with absolute precision, half a fresh strawberry decorating the center each one. "i know," he whispered again, "i saw them. baby girl i'm so sorry"

"did you eat the food i made you ?" you asked him

wriothesley shook his head "i just wanted to be with you"

this answer seemed to make you even more upset, attempting to pull the blanket over your face again. but wriothesley held it down. "how come you never wanna be with me anymore ?" you asked. the question shattered wriothesley's heart into a million pieces.

"i do want to be with you.. i want nothing more than to be with you. but sometimes i can't" he answered, desperation in his voice.

"is it because there's someone else ? another lady at your work ?" your question didn't seem like you were trying to manipulate, or make him feel any worse than he already did. it seemed genuine. as if this was what you actually believed, something you were actually worried about.

wriothesley's hand moved to the side of your face, guiding your head to look him in the eye. "no baby. absolutely not" he assured. "you're the only one i want, baby girl. i'd never ever want anyone else. why would you think that ?"

"what else am i supposed to think ?" you asked, answering his question with another of your own. "you're never home,,"

wriothesley cooed against your ear, pressing tiny kisses up and down your jawline. his hand trailed down your side, and over your arm. large fingers interlocking with yours, silver wedding band, making a soft clink noise as it hit against your shiny ring. "you're supposed to think that i love my wife. that she's the only one in the whole word that i want. the only women i could ever think about. that's what i'm supposed to make you think.. i'm not supposed to make you think i'm cheating on you."

he cupped your face in his hand, cold metal of the wedding band chilling the skin of your cheek. he squishes your cheeks in his hand, enough to make your lips pucker so he could press a kiss against them. "i love you. i only want you" he said "and besides, it's an absolute sausage fest in that place. there aren't even any women for me to cheat on you with" he added with a dry chuckle.

you hit him gently on the chest, but he didn't miss the small grin, or breathy chuckle you made through your nose at his bad joke, before wrapping your arms around him, giving him the first bit of affection that he'd been craving for nearly a week now. god he needed to work less.

"was a dummy joke" you whispered, pulling him closer to you. pulling him down so half his body was resting on yours, the familiar weight of his body pressing down against your own was comforting. making all of your previous worries melt away.

"i missed you, princess" he peppered your face with kisses. "missed my sweet little girl so much. god, daddy's so glad to be home." he mumbled between light brushes of his lips all over your face. "you missed me too, yeah ? my little princess missed her daddy, huh ?"

"yeah" you answered, with a tiny whimper that made his cock twitch in his pants. he really, really needed to work less. you had read his mind, you had to. with the way you lifted your hips in the air, rubbing yourself against him just for a moment before they dropped back onto the bed.

he groaned through his teeth, fingers of his free hand gripping into the sheets next to you so tight his knuckles turned white. "what have you been doin' without me, hm ?" he asked, out of breath as if just being near you had knocked the wind out of him. "daddy knows you're too dumb to do anything without his help. makes me feel so bad leaving you all alone. ya know that baby girl ? daddy feels so bad leaving you all alone"

"i know, daddy" you answered "'s okay"

"oh baby, aren't you just perfect ? so perfect for me. so perfect for daddy, yeah ? what've you been doin' without me ? been able to make yourself feel good ?' he knew the answer to that question of course, but you humored him anyways. you were smart enough to know exactly how to get what you wanted.

you shook your head "nu-uh.. can't do it witout you daddy. need you ta make me feel good"

"you haven't even tried ? dumb little bunny hasn't even tried to make herself feel good ?" again, he knew the answer. but you shook your head anyway.

"yeah.. yeah i know baby. cause you know, don't you ? you know that your little baby fingers are never gonna feel as good inside you as daddy's cock, huh ? never ever gonna make you feel as good as i do"

"never ever" you repeated

wriothesley grinned, leaning down to give you one more kiss before his hands trailed down, "wanna let daddy make it up to you, sweet girl ? make up for alll the time he's been away from his sweet baby ?"

you could only nod, even just the promise of him was too good. he took it though, your little nod was enough for him. thick fingers, calloused from endless hours of work slipped down into your pajama shorts, past the pretty underwear lined with delicate lace and bows that you wore just for him.

pads of his fingers found their way to your clit effortlessly, already having every single inch of your body committed to memory. a memory he'd never lose in a million years. the sweet little bundle of nerves already coated in slick, letting his finger glide over it in perfect, tight little circles.

a sweet, high pitched moan escaped your lips, the nub overly sensitive from being neglected for so long. a large hand cupped the back of your neck, wriothesley holding you close as rough fingers worked your clit, dropping down every now and again to rub the folds of your dripping cunt. your sweet whines, and breathy moans of his name only pushing him further and further.

"fuck baby girl... daddy didn't get to eat his dinner" he whispered against the shell of your ear "didn't have time before he came to see you... he's hungry... ya wanna let him have somethin' to eat baby ?"

you could feel your cheeks heat up at his dirty words. words that were not uncommon from him, yet always made your brain feel fuzzy and your heart feel warm. wriothesley was so good with his mouth. near godly. but he hardly had the time to do it 'properly'. that's what he said at least...

you let out a tiny whine, breathing out a 'yes' at the same time. wriothesley wasted no time, pulling his fingers from your clit and trailing kisses down your body. kissing down your chest and stomach until he reached your hips, sliding down your pajama shorts and panties with ease. a thin string of semi-transparent slick connecting your cunny to the thin cloth.

he was slow and careful in his movements, every motion he made was delicate and well thought out. pulling your legs over his shoulders, he trailed gently kisses and nibbles across the sensitive skin covering your inner thighs, making your body squirm, hips bucking upwards trying to find his mouth.

wriothesley stifled a laugh, "patience baby... daddy'll give you what you want... just be patient" he continued nibbling and sucking little marks along your thighs. finally, his breath brushed against your wet hole. cold air against you making you shiver. "good girl" wriothesley whispered, leaning forward lips wrapping around your clit, puffy and hypersensitive from his previous teasing.

you let out a heavy breath, hips twitching and jerking in the air as he sucked on your clit. you could feel wriothesley grinning against you, taking the sensitive nerves between his teeth, tugging at it gently.

the longer he spent between your legs, the sloppier he got. a mix of his spit and drool, with your slick running down his chin and your thighs. his arms wrapped around your legs, keeping your hips flush against his mouth. he was loud, slurping and gasping for air between your thighs. thick fingers slid into your hole, rubbing and scissoring while he mouth worked on your clit, every now and then dipping down to stuff your cunt with his tongue, licking and scooping up every drop of your mess into his mouth.

his hips rolled wildly against the edge of your mattress, hard cock in his pants desperate for some type of relief. his movements sped up, fingers darting in and out of your pussy, squelching sounds making his eyes roll to the back of his head. the sweet part of your gummy walls swelling each time the rough pads of his fingers brushed over it.

your hands reached down, fingers tangling themselves in his hair, tugging his head impossibly closer to your cunt. your legs swung, and toes curled in the air behind his head. "daddyyy" you whined "daddy pleeassee. oh, please please please !"

wriothesley's nostrils flared in a breathy chuckle, pulling away just for a moment "go ahead baby... you deserve it" he whispered against you, before diving right back into your sopping cunny. your legs went rigid, yanking on his hair as your breath caught in your throat. you squealed loud, hips stuttering in the air as you came undone around his fingers and mouth.

your eyes rolled back, mouth hung open as you caught your breath as wriothesley fingered you through your long awaited orgasm. hitting you a thousand times harder after the weeks of neglect your body had been receiving.

but wriothesley didn't stop, not even for a second. he pushed your legs further apart, pressing his face harder between your legs. he continued eating you out, groaning and growling against your sopping wet cunt. like it was the best meal he's had in months. his hands were large enough that he could hold your legs open with just one, his free trailed down his stomach, swiftly undoing the buckle of his belt, and slid his hand past his underwear.

fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly with a tight grip as he continued to devour you. it was easy for him to rip another orgasm out of you. you were needy, and still so oversensitive from your last orgasm. and it didn't take him long before he felt his own orgasm building. stroking his cock, hand tight, moving up and down his length, hand twisting around the tip.

he pulled away from your cunt, chin covered in a translucent mess of cum and drool. his breath caught in his throat, eyes shut tight. it was a little embarrassing that his orgasm would come before he could even properly fuck you. but he didn't mind much. he had plenty in him.

"come here, baby" wriothesley unzipped his pants, finally pulling his cock from his pants. hissing through his teeth at the cold air in the room hitting his hot skin. he climbed up on the bed, positioning himself so the fat head of his cock was resting against your bottom lip. your eyes were half lidded, lips parted as you took deep breaths.

your soft and plushy lip felt like a cloud against the tip of wriothesley's cockhead. using the pearly beads of precum as lube, he continued rubbing up and down his length, the tip twitching against your lip before creamy ropes of cum spilled form his slit, filling your mouth.

wriothesley watched in awe as you craned your neck forward, wrapping your lips around his pretty tip, sucking on it for every drop of cum you could get out of him. his free hand was gripping the headboard above you, blunt nails scraping into the dark wood, joining the many other marks from your previous nights spent together in bed.

"fucking angel" he groaned. he lowered himself down again, cupping your face in his hands, peppering kisses across your cheeks and nose. "that was so good... where'd you learn to do that, baby ?"

you just hummed in response, eyes still shut in a state of bliss. every inch of your body sensitive, desperate for the feeling of him. just him. "daddyyy" you whined, your hips lifting into the air again, rubbing yourself against him.

wriothesley grinned at you, proud of himself. proud of the power he had and the effect he had on you. "yeah, yeah pretty. daddy's gonna give you what you need" he said, "you've been so good, so fucking good"

wriothesley pumped the length of his cock a few more times before lining it up with your leaky hole. he rubbed the tip along the entrance, teasing you, and gathering the creamy remnants of your previous orgasms on his cock. "baby's so wet.. missed daddy sooo much didn't you" he cooed against your ear.

you just whined. you were sick of his stalling, and sick of his teasing. you wrapped your legs around him, ankles locking behind his back. "please"

either that's what wriothesley was waiting for you to say, or if that's what sent him over the edge, you didn't know. and you didn't care, because in what felt like less than a second he had pushed himself into you, shoving himself balls deep into your cunt.

every single thought you had left you as he fucked you. his cock was so perfect for you, like your pussy had been made specifically to take him. he was huge. long, and thick with a perfect curve to it, that brushed against your sweet spot without him even trying.

wriothesley's hand held tight onto your hip, keeping you in place through his thrusts while the other cradled the back of your head. his forehead pressed against your, pressing soft kisses against your lips as he fucked you. "god.. daddy missed you so much" he groaned "daddy hates leaving you baby, hates leaving you all alone." each word was followed by a heavy thrust into your cunny.

"'s okay daddy..." you whined, bitten and swollen lips pressed against his.

"no baby. no it's not okay" he shook his head "daddy needs you. needs to be with you. he hates leaving you. you know he hates it, yeah baby girl ? you know what ? daddy can't stand leaving his sweet little girl all alone"

his hand slid down your body, fingers circling around your slicked clit. perfect, tight and fast circles, putting pressure in all of the perfect places, as his cock slid in and out of you. your hips bucked in the air, meeting his thrusts in the middle.

your fingers wrapped around his hair, gripping it tight, tugging hard. your teeth grit hard, breath picking up. "daddy 'm gonna— i'm gonna— !!"

the heavy shock ripping through your body cuts your words off. the high you felt around his cock was a thousand times stronger than the one from his fingers and mouth. cries and screams caught in your throat. wriothesley just grinned in delight as he watched your eyes roll to the back of your head, and felt your pretty cunny fluttering around his cock.

he watched as a creamy ring of cum formed around the base of his cock as he continued fucking you through your orgasm. your arms felt limp, letting go of his hair, letting them fall to your sides, fingers gripping at the sheets that had loosened from the movement on the bed.

wriothesley hooked his arms around the bottom of your legs, fingers pressing into the fat of your thighs. it was so easy for him to move you around, pushing your legs up until your knees were almost at your ears. he lifted his body up, using his weight to keep you in place. "need to fill you up, baby" he groaned through his teeth "need to fill you up with my cum, make you have my babies"

he pushed your silky nightgown up until it bunched under your chin, leaving your body completely exposed to him. leaning forwards, he took one of your nipples in his mouth. biting and tugging on it with his teeth, rough fingers flicking and pinching at the other. "you'd look so good. look so good as mama. tummy so big and swollen with my babies, your tits are gonna be fuckin' huge"

"daddie please..." you whimpered "wanna be full, wanna be full with daddy's cummies, oh please. please pretty please" you hardly knew what you were talking about, babbling incoherent pleads to him.

"yeah... yeah you do. wanna be filled 'till you're leaking. huh ? till your pretty little cunny is leaking with all of daddy's cum ?" he wasn't really asking. he knew that was exactly what you wanted. "gonna get what you want. yeah you are baby"

it only took a few more thrusts before wriothesley felt his cock twitch inside of you, heavy loads of cum spilling from his cock, filling your hole. "that's it baby... that's it. go on, go on, take it all. take all of daddy's cum. milk his cock." wriothesley's body pressed against your own, lips grazing the shell of your ear and cheek. "milk it for all his cum. yeah... just like daddy taught you. good girl. good girl, good girl, good girl"

wriothesley kept himself buried deep inside of you, relishing in the gummy warmth of your cunt. walls still flutter around him, trying to pull him deeper inside of you. it took some time, but he caught his breath, lifting his body off of yours and slowly pulling out. he watched intently as his soft cock slid out of your cunt, hitting against your clit, earning him a beautiful whimper from you.

it didn't take much longer than that before a mixture of his and your cum leaked out, dripping down gathering on the mattress below you. thick fingers slid up, gathering the mess and pushing it back inside of you, fingers pressed in the hole keeping the creamy mess inside.

he pumped his fingers in you a few more times, before slipping them out, wiping the mess on the sheets. he crawled up the bed, plopping his body down next to you. sliding his arm around your waist, not caring about the mess on his fingers or your bodies, and pulled you close to him.

he kissed your forehead. "you're so good, baby" he whispered, a soft smile across his face, hot body pressed against yours. "you forgive me now ?"

you hit him against the chest, a weak hit that he barely felt. it mostly just made him laugh. "dummy... daddy"

wriothesley laughed through his nose, pulling you even closer to him. "i know baby..." he kissed your forehead again, watching your eyes flutter shut, body relaxing completely against his. "daddy knows"

super shy by newjeans on repeat in my head 🐰

pls pls pls can we get some overstimulating toji, Hes whimpering so much, maybe tie his hands up 👀🙏 love u twin

❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji letting you "top" him

warnings. fem! reader, overstim, whiney toji, riding him after he cūms, dirty talk, mdni.

“hmph. you’re gettin’ too fuckin’ cocky,” toji gruffs lowly, leaning back against the padded comforter. dark eyes stare right back into you as you straddle his lap. he’s buried into you, and he was just about to finish. his breaths were quick paced, huffing and puffing. white clouds of air escape his lips as he keeps dark irises on each of your fidgety movements. “wipe that smile of y’er face. don’t like when ya give me that look.”

you hum, leaning in to toss your arms over his wide shoulders. whilst he’s stretching your gummy walls out to the very fullest— you lean in to plant a kiss near the right side of his lip, soft contact right against his infamous slanted scar. a soft moan always withdraws from his lips whenever you did that. the toughness that scraps against your mouth as you plant your lips down on that specific spot. “or …what?” you tease, grinding your hips just a bit more brisker at a fleeting tempo. “aw, someone’s getting close?”

“fuuuck,” he growls out, pearly white canines sticking out near the very corners of his mouth. toji’s head throws back in rapture and he feels your hand glide down the middle part of his chest. his shaggy, unkempt bare chest—all types of scars from his work that you love to feel all over. he’s about to pump you full, the blissful agitation that pokes against his nerves makes him feral. “sensitive still,” and with a low exhale, he glares at your stretching sly smile. “don’t give me that look. don’t …. even—f-fuck..”

and at that exact moment, toji fushiguro whined.

you grow quiet. he grows so quiet, it’s so silent that you could hear a pen drop.

toji swallows, even a simple action as that was just so loud. he groans, leaning back against the fat silk pillows before he stares at you with low hooded eyes.

“s-shit,” and his voice continues to grow more . . . shaky.

it’s so unlike him, the way his words quaver from each word was so cute to hear. you even had his hands tied up, pinned amongst the edges of the bed. he was sprawled all out for you while you were grinding against his lap.

“i spoil you too much, f-fuckin’ little girl,” and he’s clearly trying to keep up his rough facade— but alas, it’s really no use.

“you’re cute when you whine, baby,” you smooch against the scar near the right side of his lip.

his mouth twitches in vexation and you watch as his eyes roll further back.

his abdomen— oh, it burns into a mild volume of arousal, he’s profusely sweating before he feels himself about to break. each time you sneak a kiss against his scar, he groans. “mwah,” you tease, treating the lower part of his face with such delicacy. toji was shooting you a look of grimace. briefly—he tried to keep up his stubborn antics, but his glare only turned into lewd eye rolls from how good you clamp against his cock. it’s so good, the saturation of your sopping wet pussy squeezing down on him tight, he’s going dumb by the minute. “it’s okay, toji. you can cum.”

“don’t tell me what to d—” and he gets cut off before he quite literally does cum, it’s abrupt. toji’s quavering underneath you as he dumps a thickset load of seed into you. “shit, fuckin’ damn,” he heaves. his breath was heavy as he’s leaning all the way back now. with a hand still gripped onto your left hip, he sinks into the weightlessness nirvana that awaited him. “fuuck,” he pants, a rough hand grasping your ass— for a solid moment, toji grows quiet and the only sounds that’s could have been made were the sloshes of your cunt accepting his seed. somehow he managed to rip off the restraints on his wrists—wasting no time to finally touch you. in the midst of still rocking your hips in a circular rotation again toji—it consists of such satiny ropes, you’ve never felt more stuffed. “ugh, fuckin’ slut. got me moanin’ for you like this-”

you giggle, gifting him with a chaste kiss. “i’m not done, baby. keep up with me, okay?”

toji’s caught by surprise once you start to move your hips again, accelerating them against him and he whines. “f-fuck, the fuck? girl, ‘jus fuckin’ came . . sensitive, goddamnnn.”

it was cute, the way his low raspy voice pitches up an octave— he’s whimpering, the rapid movements of your pussy having him practically speechless. with his twitching dick now flaccid, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist. a raw groan only then wrenches from the back of his throat.

“can’t cum anymore, f-fuck, ‘m still sensitive,” he babbles, softly pulling you by the neck to give him a kiss.

and by kiss, it was more sloppy than anything. with wet tongues moving against each other in tavern, he feels you grinding again and again.

toji’s so warm. he can feel his heartbeat coercively pulsating through his ears. your tender touch against him had him so needy. even while having him like this— he was still attractive, yet that’s when you grab his wrists, making him pin them back again. “fuck are ya d-doing.”

“no touching me, baby,” you hum, and his glare returns. with pinkish crimson lips squeezing into a scowl, his darkened eyebrows curl into a furrow. “touch me after you give me another one, yeah?”

he swallows, toji couldn’t believe how dominant you were being. it was rare to get him like this, even rare to be on top of him.

“fuckin’ brat,” he grouses, his muscles near his forearms tensing. your cunt’s involuntarily constricting around his massive length. your walls hug him tightly before he starts to pant more and more. “fine. f-fine, just kiss me again…… please.”

you lean in, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders before pulling him into a deep kiss.

he’s so sensitive—heavy, hot huffs of breaths gnashing together, he whines again in your mouth. toji shivers, feeling the print of your thumb brush down against his undercut. he groans, feeling your hips start to pick up pace again and he pulls away to breathe. “phew,” he puffs out, seeing nothing but pure stars. you rode him so good that he didn’t even have a witty comeback.

toji’s entire face was all flustered, he glowers once he sees your smug grin tug against your lips. “what.”

“you should whine more,” you pause your hips, leaning in to pepper a few kisses against his cheek. he’s so fluttered—still heaving through his full lungs, eyelids halfway open as a big arm wraps around your waist. toji pulls you close, despite how embarrassed he was—he took it as a opportunity to pull you closer towards him. “you sound so cute when you’re whiney.”

“shut up,” he pouts, avoiding eye contact. toji’s still stuffed inside of you before he grunts once he feels you starting to move then stop. “m-mhm. don’t stop though. keep going.”

you giggle, bringing a single finger to stroke his cheek. “say please, toji.”

“fuckin—” he starts, sending you straight daggers. he’d argue further but he was still deeply buried into you. just a quick move with your hips and he’d start whining again from the euphoric friction. “fine. fine, just finish fucking me, please.”

“good boy,” you kiss the top of his head, starting up your hips again and he brings you into his chest, wrapping his beefy arms around you before whimpering into your neck.

he swallows, seeping his teeth into the crevice of your neck. “shut u-mhm,” and he slumps back with a pussydrunk smile on his face. “actually….praise me more. call me that again, ‘n look at me when you do.”

“good boy, toji,” you repeat in a sweet voice, picking up his head to make him stare into your eyes—he’s still panting before he leans back, groaning, shuddering from your touch. “such a good boy.”