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Homemaker

Summary: Lalo loves guests.

she/her pronouns used. established (toxic) marriage. dubious consenting voyeurism (?)

warnings! misogyny and dubiously consenting voyeurism (nacho doesn’t realize he’s watching a sexual act until halfway through; he’s mostly scared lalo is testing him)

Ignacio was not sure what he expected when he walked through Lalo’s entryway but it was not the owner’s wife waiting in a chair by the door for her husband. Ignacio’s girlfriends were typically on a loose schedule, infrequently on a set routine and moreso operating on pure casual humane base desires for dopamine and oxytocin either from sex or drugs.

Lalo’s wife was pristine, her back pin straight and hair devoid of flyaways. The sleek skin of her face was smooth like butter and only accented with makeup covering minor blemishes like some discoloration from freckling in the hot sun. Her lashes were coated in mascara, eyes lined with kohl liner, and a pair of false lashes accentuating her deep set gaze. The nightgown was cottony and thin, contouring her body like it a boa constricting her skin. Immediately seeing the dolllike woman, Ignacio jumped visibly, jolting at the surprise it set in him.

“Hi, Lalito,” she greeted, eyes focused on him as if Nacho didn’t exist. In fact, her eyes didn’t flit toward him at all. Lalo grinned, setting his possessions from his pockets on the entry console to move toward her with hands outstretched toward her. His palms were facing up like he were approaching a puppy he was going to pet, thick fingers in and out like a beckoning motion: he was approaching her less like a wife and more like a pet, Nacho noted.

Lalo’s dark shoes clunked off him beside the door to maximize his comfort, nothing but his cottony clothes on him as he bent to put weight on his knee beside her chair like he was proposing again, to level himself with her. He seemed to take every technique to make himself comfortable with her, her deep eyes following him like a curious cat.

“I missed you!” he cooed, grabbing her face and peppering her scrunched expression with kisses. Her nose scrunched up and eyes closed tightly as she moved to turn her stiff body to lean toward him, manicured hands starting to grab his delts to stroke the muscle with her thumbs through his button-up. Nacho noted her very particular comfort with him, still stiff in her movements like a ball joint doll would be, the little ruffles of her socks pressed into the leg of the upholstered cushiony chair as her legs seemed as if they were glued together when her knees went to clunk against his for more contact.

She didn’t smile nor giggle at this interaction, but let out little grunts of surprise at the contact at every kiss. He finished his attack of kisses on her mousy face with a kiss on her lips, before drawing back, and placing his forehead on hers, his thick hand pressed on the back of her neck and the other resting in her upper arm. “¿Estas bien?” he breathed, she nodded with their foreheads still touching, then leaned her head forward to rub their noses together shyly before pulling back to look his rising and falling chest.

It seemed like she refused to look at Nacho.

“Ignacio, es mi esposa, (y/n),” he introduced her, rubbing her shoulder consolingly, “…esta timida.”

Nacho swallowed, a bit afraid to talk to her and upset Lalo. He sparingly mentioned his wife, but granted he seemed to be home at a certain time he assumed he either was a man who lived by routine or had someone to come home to. The latter was a correct assumption.

“Um, hello,” he started, “I’m Ignacio. Everyone calls me Nacho though.” Her eyes didn’t leave Lalo, whom she was now leaning her head on his shoulder and holding onto him, but she muttered, “I’m (y/n).”

There was no more utterance as she lazily leaned into her husband, prompting a cooing of cuteness over her, as he swept her into a bridal pose and srarted into the living room from the entry hallway. Nacho followed awkwardly, unsure if he should remove his shoes and walked carefully to the edge of the carpetted living room in case his assumption was right.

Nothing in the house was out of order. Blankets were neatly folded and not a speck of dust was on any shelf. It smelled of a lit oceanic candle that he saw in his peripheral sitting on the open floor kitchen island all the way to the right. The high windows and ceilings seemed meticulously cleaned but were glazed with a privacy sun-catching coating that looked like stained glass of a decadent flower. He set her on the sofa and threw the blanket that was folded over the back of the sofa on her. The sofa was enormous, a giant beige sectional with a chaise at the end that she curled into immediately, and the rest of it curved as if a soft crescent shape. The mounted television was enormous and black, reflecting the sofa and the couple on it. Only the sound of a low rurring air conditioner was in the impossibly quiet house. Lalo stood again after setting her down, turning back to him with a grin and looking him up and down.

“You’re a smart guy; leave your shoes by the door and come to the kitchen. She sleeps like a bear, don’t worry,” he shrugged moving to the kitchen only after moving around the impressive sofa.

Standing in the kitchen in their socks, Nacho felt the air thicken and his hairs stand with fear. He felt like he had witnessed something deeply intimate without consent, like a pervert peering through a window at the two. “She made us dinner, you can help yourself,” he laughed, leaning into the counter, “she’s pretty, no?”

Nacho froze, unsure to compliment the man’s wife. “Ah, uh yes. You are a lucky man, Lalo.” Lalo hummed in confirmation, going on to his elbows to look over on the sofa at the blanket rising and falling with her breaths. “Very lucky, I know.” Nacho awkwardly leaned his back against a corner counter, hesitant to make any movements in the man’s house with his wife sleeping soundly.

“Do you have a wife, Ignacio?” he asked, looking back at the stiff man over his shoulder. “No, just flings with girls,” he replied curtly, uncomfortable to admit he just wasn’t a man interested in commitment or monogamy. “Ohh, mi amigo, there is nothing more beautiful than choosing one person to spend your life with,” he started rambling with a grin, “I have a woman who lives for me and waits on me. It’s beautiful, no?”

No, Nacho internally wanted to admit. He was unnerved by the way his wife acted, fixated on Lalo with an unbreaking gaze that he’s sure even snakes would feel intimidated at. “Sure sounds like it is,” Nacho breathed like he was holding a breath. If Lalo noticed his anxiety to converse in his home, he did not acknowledge it.

“So flings with girls? Like you have a few girls you do the tango with? Not just one, sí?”

“A few. Usually two girls.”

Lalo shook his head, huffing with a sigh like he was exasperated as a joke. “Nachoo, what will I do with you? Are you so debauched that you need more than one woman or are your ladies so subpar in bed?” he chuckled, standing back up and settling his hands on his hips like an amused mentor to their student. Nacho’s brows furrowed at the concept; he just liked to have options open.

“What? No, they’re both fine but I just like to have options.”

Lalo rolled his eyes, starting to lean an palm onto the sink that was a little adjacent to Nacho to make eye contact. “My woman keeps me as satisfied as I keep her. I’d never need a second pussy. You just haven’t had good pussy yet,” Lalo scoffed.

“They’re fine. All pussy is good pussy,” Nacho retorted uncomfortably and feeling short with the conversation at hand. It couldn’t possibly be leading a good way given the topic at hand.

“Good pussy isn’t great pussy, pendejo,” Lalo cackled, throwing his head back as if he had heard the funniest joke in years. “Do your girls ever say no to sex? A headache? Not in the mood?”

“Yeah,” Nacho shrugged, “sometimes they’re not in the mood, why do you think I have two? When one’s busy, the other one should be down.”

Lalo blinked as if he had never heard somethingvso egregious. His palm left the counter and he stiffened with arms crossed, his face stiff and serious. “Nacho, how long do you think I’ve been married?”

“Um, maybe ten years?”

“Twenty-four. Do you think I’m happy in my marriage, Nacho?”

“You look very happy, Lalo.”

“That’s because I am. And why do you think that is?”

Quiet. Stillness, only the rurr of the air conditioner snd Nacho’s hot breath leaving him hurriedly in anxiety at saying the wrong thing about an unpredictable man’s wife. “I’m not sure. Because she loves you?”

“Because she doesn’t know the word ‘no,’ Nachito.” He swallowed thickly at the idea, seeing his wife’s deep gaze on him like she had tunnel vision popped back into his head. There was no way that Lalo had never argued with his wife in their lengthy relationship and no way she would be so fixated on the man without some brainwashing involved; did he beat her? Drug her? Manipulate her? Isolate her?

“You look confused, Ignacio,” Lalo chuckled, rising a hand to stroke his moustache in amusement.

“So you’ve never argued?”

“Silly, noo. I ask, she says yes. I tell her do this, she goes and does it. I tell her I need some womanly comforts, she doesn’t even blink,” he grinned. It was sinister. Seeing her unmoving devotion to the man made a feeling ripple through him that he couldn’t explain. “Come sit with me on the couch, I’ll show you,” he winked, striding back to the living room from the open kitchen. Lalo settled on the sofa next to her and began to pet her hair, an action that made Nacho freeze in his steps as he watched Lalo from behind. His arms stretched out behind him on the sofa’s back, his wife stirring and letting the blanket fall on the sofa.

Nacho couldn’t find it in him to move when he realized what was happening despite being prompted to sit with him.

Her bottom peered over the sofa when he realized she was next to him, arching like a cat with her rear in the air, and bobbing her head on his cock. The sloppy noise of her sucking at his member were lewd, her own debauched whining as she choked on him to get it farther down her throat. Lalo was grunting, breathing hard and bucking into her mouth as she sucked him off. He couldn’t move for how long, struck by the strange scene in front of him. Lalo let out a how hiss and grabbed her head, holding it down from what he could see from behind the sofa. He whispered something and his wife popped over the sofa, crawling into Lalo’s lap facing Nacho. He could see Lalo begin to squeeze her curves and she opened her mouth to Nacho.

Her mouth was full of his white cum and she closed it, swallowing hard, and opening it to show her empty tongue to the bewildered man. Her eyes suddenly went wide at the sound of a loud slap, in that Lalo slapped her ass so hard it would be a miracle if there was no hand print. He kissed her cheek sweetly, before ushering her back under the blanket to sleep again.

Lalo stood, buckling his pants again and adjusting his pants before walking to the entryway, waving his hand to beckon Nacho to follow, and chuckling, “Thanks for stopping by, Nacho. I love having guests.”

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Great With Kids? (You Can Have Mine) - C.K.

Synopsis. When your younger brother gets a new babysitter, only two questions linger on your mind: 1. How come your parents didn’t trust you in charge? 2. How dare the sexy babysitter be so perfect - it made you want some attention too.

Pairings. Choso Kamo x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, babysitter! Choso, male masturbation, voyeurism (from reader), Choso with nipple piercings and eyeliner hngh, unprotected, 69, choking, overstim, oral (male + female receiving), creampie, dirty talk, friends-to-lovers, Choso is down BAD and always has been, mentioned younger brother, swearing. 

Word count. 9.0k

A/N. Gojo longfic next time because I miss my pretty blue-eyed princess.

Your younger brother’s new babysitter was hot.

With a capital h. 

Scarily hot, in fact, that it made you wonder why the hell people stopped having babysitters past the age of 14.

Ah, Choso Kamo, the ever-elusive eldest son of the Itadori’s from next door. You still remember the first time you met him - well, mostly. 

The world was rocking gently at exactly 12:34AM after a night out with your old high school friends. And so were you, stumbling tipsily into your driveway, soaking up the warm summer air. 

Fumbling with the doorbell, you fully expected your parents to still be away on that extravagant couples’ cruise they’d won - one that probably cost more than your tuition.

Which also meant you expected the old lady from down the street to be babysitting tonight. Still wide awake and absolutely bursting at the seams to give you a detailed rundown about the neighborhood tea - who’s divorcing who, and her top suspects for who stole her prized garden gnome. 

What you certainly did not expect was for that door to swing open and to find yourself face-to-face with the most ridiculously attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on. Shirtless.

Dazed, your eyes involuntarily sweep his figure from head to toe - taking in every inch of those dark, sleep-mussed locks falling effortlessly around his slightly smudged eyeliner, all the way down to the chiseled- oh god, were those nipple piercings?

Alas, the universe isn’t on your side, and you don’t get to confirm, because suddenly the door slams right in your face, almost rattling off its hinges at the force. The sound echoes in your ears as you blink in disbelief at what the fuck that was. Was that real - was he real? 

You double check the address you’ve known for years - just in case - because, hell, if you were dreaming then this was a damn good one. Taking a deep breath, you try to focus on something that won’t make your head spin before reaching for the door again.

But before your finger could even graze the doorbell, it cracks open once more. The same mysterious man towered before you, this time - you note, with a tinge of disappointment - wearing a snug t-shirt that still doesn’t do much to hide that godly physique. 

“Not that m’complaining, but who’re you and why’re ya in my house?” you manage to slur out, voice betraying the shiver that runs down your spine at his intense gaze. He simply leans against the doorframe, arms crossed and expression unreadable. 

“Choso,” he drawls lightly, eyes never leaving your face. Shit, even his voice was hot. 

You nod slowly, mind racing as you blearily try to remember just where you’d heard that name before. Some family friend? Nah, you’d know him if that was the case. An actor? God, he sure had the looks. 

Mercifully sensing your struggle, he clears his throat, snapping you out of your drunken reverie. “Not surprised you haven’t seen me around, sweetheart, but my parents live next door.” he offers, tone laced with amusement and something else you can’t place. “M’babysitting your brother for tonight.”

You almost don’t hear the second part of his explanation, because it hits you like a ton of bricks - oh shit, this was Choso? Choso either-a-hallucination-or-a-vampire Kamo? 

In all your years of having the Itadoris as your neighbors, you’d only seen fleeting glimpses of their eldest son - a flash of black hair at the window, or a sculpted, tattooed arm waving off Yuji at the doorway. And, well, you didn’t know what exactly you’d anticipated. You just didn’t expect him to be so…hot. Or stand half-naked in front of you.

God, he made you more dizzy than the alcohol. 

“Damn,” you mutter under your breath, more to yourself than anything. Yet Choso still hears, quirking an eyebrow, a ghost of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. “Everything alright there?” he hums, the hint of a tease in his tone. Smug bastard.

You nod your head, clutching onto the doorframe for support as you lean in closer. “Mhm, perfect.” Wait- was that a blush dusting his face? Damn, this dream just keeps getting better and better.

Liquid courage coursing through you, you bat your lashes, too tipsy to even attempt a wink, “Well, Choso, let me know if ya need any help babysitting, jus’ know I’m always down to-” 

And then - perhaps to save you from the embarrassment of an awful pickup line - that’s when the universe decides to remind you of exactly how many kamikaze shots you’ve downed. The world lurches beneath you. Your hands scramble for something - anything - solid.

Ah, falling down really does feel good, especially when the ground is so warm, and soft. Smelling faintly of vanilla, with a hint of sunshine. 

And then it’s all black. 

To match his eyes.

---

The smell of vanilla still lingers in your mind as you slowly pry your eyes open, squinting against the harsh morning sunlight streaming in through your window. Groaning, you feel as though you’ve been run over by a truck. Five of them, in fact. 

Trying to will away the pounding headache, you bury yourself deeper into the snug covers of…your bed…that you’ve been tucked into? 

Oh shit. Sitting up with a gasp, you hastily try to rub away the sleep from your pointedly makeup-less eyes, remnants of last night now flooding back to you with a surge of embarrassment. 

Choso. Shirtless. Babysitting. Shirtless. But most importantly - your awful display of drunken flirting. The man appears once in a blue moon and you hit on him? Perfect. Great. Wonderful. 

And just as you’re entertaining the idea of convincing your parents to move neighborhoods, you realize with a jolt that he must’ve been the one that carried you up here and took care of you. Even after all of that. 

With a sigh, you rub your temples, wincing as it throbs at the laughter carrying from downstairs - one of them so decidedly Choso. Deep voice ringing in your ears, you can almost feel the lingering traces of his strong arms holding you flush against his chest, or the warm hands gently wiping off your eye shadow.

And it seems Choso had a penchant for interrupting your barely-lucid thoughts, because the door creaks open, ripping through the heavy silence in your room. Heart in your throat, you startle as Choso carefully steps into your room, a soft smile playing on his lips.

“G’morning,” he says, voice so gentle that some small, strange part of you thinks you could listen to it forever. “Feeling any better?”

You offer him a sheepish grin, feeling a blush creep up your cheeks at the memory of your drunken antics. “Yeah, I think so. Thanks for... well, everything.”

Chuckling softly, his gaze softens as he steps closer, taking in your slightly-disheveled appearance. “It was the least I could do, sweetheart. Now, c’mon, your brother and I are making pancakes.” 

You fidget nervously under his gaze, suddenly feeling self-conscious even as he turns to leave the room at your silence. Say it, you idiot. Say it. 

“I’m sorry,” you blurt out, words tumbling out in a rush. “I didn’t mean to... y’know, act like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankles for the first time-” 

“It’s al-”

 “I swear I’ve seen ankles-”

A large hand cradling your cheek, his thick rings searingly cold against your chin as he tilts your chin up to meet his warm gaze - and those suspiciously red cheeks. “S’alright, sweetheart. I didn’t mind.” 

And, well, if this was his way of shutting you up then by God was it effective. Because you didn’t trust yourself to speak even as Choso gives you an easy smile. Even as he withdraws his hand, the air thick with something you were too hungover to overthink about. 

Not until he turns back to the door, flashing you a teasing smile, “Besides, it was kinda cute.”

And with that, Choso steps through the door with the audacity of someone that hadn’t uttered words that sent your mind reeling. 

As the creak of the door echoes behind him, Choso’s warm touch still sears into your skin. Something hot and prickly pooling in your stomach. Only one thought rings clear in your hazy, still-hungover mind - one that makes your cheeks flare: this was going to be a very interesting summer.

You just didn’t realize how interesting it would be. Not until two weeks, four days, and sixteen hours after you first met Choso. 

It starts out innocently enough, taking the early shift at your internship, volunteering to help with the chores - you find yourself subconsciously making excuses to be around him whenever he’s scheduled to babysit.

You’ve probably learned everything there is to know about the man by now - from the way he likes his eggs (sunny side up) to that time he accidentally dyed his brother’s hair neon pink while trying out a recipe for homemade hair dye. 

Likewise, Choso happens to be the only one who knows that you were the one that accidentally caused that flood in your dorm that required five floors and two plumbers to resolve. 

At this point, Choso’s at your house more often than not - where Choso is, there is you, and where you are, there is Choso. And your brother…and sometimes Yuji, but semantics.

“Semantics” are probably why you find yourself rushing home straight from your internship, ignoring every invitation for an after-work drink - to see your brother, of course. No other reason - definitely not because of the way Choso will inevitably be there too. Or because of the way his smile makes something strange coil in your stomach. Or-

Okay, maybe you speedwalked up your driveway faster than usual a little bit because of Choso. But as you’ve said - semantics.

Yet, sometimes you even think there’s a familiar flicker of something more in those dark eyes.

…

Nahhh. 

Stepping into the yard, the air thick with the scent of freshly cut grass and the deafening sounds of splashing, a smile tugs at your lips at the awfully wholesome view that greets you.

Your brother and Yuji are locked in a fierce battle, water guns being brandished like the most seasoned warriors.

And Choso - towering over everyone else - was at the epicenter of the chaos, his laughter booming over the commotion. Shirtless. Again. 

His bare, tattooed torso gleams in the light, muscles flexing with each movement as if sculpted by the gods themselves. Droplets of water glistening on his dark hair like diamonds in the fading light.

Traitorously, your cheeks burn as you step closer, desperately trying to rip your gaze from the milky abs peeking out and the tantalizing glint of metal winking so sinfully at you under the sun.

So he does have nipple piercings.

God, you have to get your mind out of the gutter.

As you approach, Choso’s grin widens, a playful sparkle dancing in his eyes. Without hesitation, he scoops up a large water balloon and takes aim, launching it with frightening accuracy in your direction.

The icy water hits you before the realization, and you squeal in surprise as the balloon connects right with your chest, seeping into your shirt. Glancing down with a startled laugh, you realize a moment too late that your once-pristine white shirt is now completely see-through. 

Heat rushes to your cheeks, but the damage has been done. Smug bastard, you think, glancing up at Choso, slightly red-faced yet wearing a sly grin as he surveys the aftermath of his well-aimed shot.

“Shoulda just told me if you wanted a peak, you lecher. This shirt was expensive, y’know.” you call out, mock-glaring at the man that stood so infuriatingly beautifully in front of you.

Choso throws his head back in a laugh that makes something tingle all the way down from your toes to your burning cheeks. “Maybe you shoulda just kept your guard up, sweetheart,” 

You scoff, “Maybe you should stop being a distraction then.”

His grin widens, reaching for another nearby water balloon, “S’not my fault you’re so easily distracted. No need to be a sore loser.”

“Oh, it’s on now.”

“Well, well, looks like we have a new contender in the water war,” Choso remarks mischievously to the kids, gesturing towards you. Yeah, really smug bastard.

Ah, what the hell. This shirt was on sale anyway.

---

Now, Choso knows you’re hot - always has.

Ever since that first day he moved in next door, when he stumbled upon you sunbathing in your backyard wearing that sinful bikini. And, well, after hours of moving boxes upon boxes of Yuji’s dumbbells, the mere sight of you was like the gates of heaven spread wide open for him. 

But, especially now - all drenched and disheveled. Your shirt sticking to your curves like a second skin in all the ways that should be illegal - and also makes some strange part of him slightly jealous. Beaming smile directed right at him - shit, this might as well just be the final nail on his coffin. Death by you.

Amidst the chaos and confusion, you're a force to be reckoned with. Choso can barely tear his eyes off of you, breathless and victorious in pure adrenaline-fueled bravado, declaring “Beg for mercy and I’ll let you off easy, Choso.”

“Kinky, but absolutely not, sweetheart.”

Clutching a particularly large water balloon, raising your hand high high high - hurtling it straight at him with an unapologetic smirk, “Then, better run for your life.”

Oh? Maybe Choso was a masochi- what was that- 

A flash of his favorite lacy pink, your poor buttons faltering at the sheer force of your throw. Choso doesn’t even feel the cold splash! square on his chest as he’s drenched icily from head to toe. Too transfixed.

Too focused on trying not to make it obvious he’s mentally calculating the chances of your shirt coming off altogether…

Eyes locked on the sliver of soft skin peeking out at him. Only registering you and the traitorous rush of heat flooding his cheeks - and his cock - as he averts his gaze, internally smacking himself for letting his thoughts wander into such dangerous territory. 

Both thanking and cursing the gods above, Choso realizes with a pang that he’s not just screwed, he’s absolutely twisted, tangled, and tied up in knots.

So utterly screwed, in fact, that he probably needs to make a quick run to the bathroom now.

Like, right now.

Shit. 

With a muttered excuse of a bathroom break, each step more urgent than the last, Choso can’t help but wonder if the water balloon incident was some sort of cosmic punishment for his wandering thoughts. Some divine intervention from his ancestors for being such a pussy around you all these years.

And as he slams that bathroom door closed, bunches his pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, and takes his throbbing cock in his hands, Choso thinks he might just see the gates of heaven - well, at least he’ll be able to give his ancestors a piece of his mind there.

With a groan, he leans against the closed door, eyes scrunching shut as he takes his swollen cock in his fist. Leaking hot precum and glistening in the dim bathroom light. He grips the base tightly, pulsing and achingly hard for you. 

Cold rings searing against his skin, Choso wastes no time - wanting to get this over with and join you again more than anything - starting up a hasty, desperate pace up and down his length that makes his knees buckle. Tighter on the base, just teasing his furiously flushed tip. Pink. Pink to match your bra.

With you so sinfully soaked through, wearing that goddamn lacy bra out there, Choso wasn’t as strong a man to possibly get you out of his mind. He can’t help but imagine your sultry smile, how it would look wrapped around his cock. 

Arm straining now, a shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his throbbing erection. “Shit.” he breathes, “J-jus’ like that, sweetheart.” 

Head only filled with you, and your lips and you-

He milks his base tighter - would you take him all in one go? Look up at him with those beautiful, teary eyes as you choke around his cock? 

One hand pulls in urgent, jerky little moves that have his hips bucking into his fist. The other reaches up muffle the fucked out moans leaving his swollen lips. God, it would take everything it had in him to not fuck up into your pretty lil’ mouth. Watch you cock-drunk and taking him so well. 

Or maybe…

Eyes rolling to the back of his head, Choso fights back a groan as he reaches a hand up to teasingly thumb under his slit. Delicate beads of precum dripping onto the cold tile with a deafening drip! drip! drip! Smearing at the way he rubs maddening little circles under that one spot, grazing his sensitive veins. 

Maybe you’d be a a fucking tease - run your tongue under his pulsing head so agonizingly slow. Knowing you, you’d probably pull away as soon as he bucks his hips into your mouth. Lips swollen and glossed prettily with his precum as you whisper, “Now now, baby. If you don’t act like a good boy then you won’t get to cum~”

“Sh-shit, hah-” Choso thinks he’s going insane, he can practically hear your hums as you kiss along his length, tongue darting out to trace his throbbing veins so obscenely. Flicking at his sensitive head. Eyes sparkling - ready to positively devour him. 

All for him. 

It’s too much. 

“Ah- Ngh, fuck.” he moans hoarsely, letting out a low, fucked-out little call of your name. “More. Need m-more, sweetheart.” 

Body shuddering violently, sweat dripping from his brow, Choso’s thighs quiver as he fucks his fist at an almost-animalistic pace. Chasing his release with reckless abandon. 

Choso’s heart pounds wildly in his chest as he tries - and fails - to maintain control. Raspy whines of your name escape through the crevices of his fingers, cracking ever-so-slightly in a way he knows he’d be embarrassed about if he was in a better state of mind. 

Giving up his futile attempt, long fingers snake down below to cradle his balls in a way he knows you’d do better. Tugging and pulling at a jerky rhythm that matches his hand. 

Some tiny, practical part of his brain hopes - prays - that you won’t call off the water fight early and come up to check on him. He knows he should hurry up, he knows he’s fucked if you ever found out. Shit, he should bake you apology cookies tomorrow.

But fuck are so you perfect for him. Voice so pretty and eyes so warm as you turn your gaze to his undeserving self. He’d kill to see if you still look at him that way when - if - he absolutely ruins you.

Would you be able to take all of him? Would you pout adorably until he shoves his dick down your throat? Gagging as he hits the back of your throat over and over - oh how Choso would love to mess up your mascara. He’d fucking tattoo your lipstick stains on his dick if he could. 

“Cum f’me, baby.” you’d mewl, and shit would he burn down this entire world to hear you call him that. “Mm, fill me up with your cum, wan’ taste you, baby-”

“Fuck,” he curses again, voice thick with need, and tight balls twitching so sensitively. “Fuck...fuck fuck fuck. M’gonna cum- shit- gonna cum, sweetheart.”

You - all see-through white shirts and lacy bras that drive him wild. Giggling with the audacity of someone who isn’t making him slowly lose his sanity. You with prettily lips painted white with his seed. Cum and saliva mixing into a lewd pool on the sterile tile as you suck the soul out of him. 

You. 

And then he’s cumming. 

A raw, drawled-out keen of your name and he’s spilling into his fist. Thick, hot spurts of cum that paint his palms white in a way he wishes he could do to you. And behind his closed eyes all he sees is you - you you you-

You, dragging out his orgasm so torturously, lips decorated with his seed, dribbling down to your lacy pink bra, gushing so lewdly down your ready throat. You with your eyes dazed, lips swollen and quirking up into a fucked-out smile as he does so well for you - cumming, all for you.

You, with your wide eyes and disgust on your face as you realize just what he’d been doing on this suspiciously long “bathroom break”.

Shit.

Body still twitching with the shockwaves of probably one of the Top 5 orgasms of his life, Choso all but collapses against the bathroom door, panting heavily, utterly spent. For a moment, he lies there, wondering if this is what heaven truly felt like.

But as the euphoria of his high ebbs away into nothing but mere tingles, a slight wave of nausea crashes over him. 

Sighing, Choso reaches for the paper towels, ready to clean up his mess. If only you were there to milk him dry then he wouldn’t have to-

…

God, he was definitely baking you apology cookies tomorrow. 

Now, when it started drizzling shortly after Choso left, you took it upon yourself to usher the kids back home and hand over his t-shirt personally like the good samaritan you are - out of the goodness of your heart, of course. 

Not for any reason whatsoever because you were hoping to get at least one more glimpse of those sinful nipple piercings up-close.

…

Okay, perhaps there was a slight ulterior motive involved. 

Either way, what you’d expected was for a flash of silver as you handed over his drenched t-shirt. Or maybe that familiar easy smile to warm you up from the icy water.

Literally anything but to find yourself frozen outside the bathroom door, cunt dripping, and ears ringing with the muffled echoes of his pornographic groans.

At first, completely mortified, your fight or flight instinct had kicked in as you realized just what those rhythmic, fucked-out little grunts meant. Only for you to choose neither option - staying rooted to your spot with the utterance of one, simple, word - your name.

Confusion whirls in your mind almost as much as the throbbing in your cunt, knees weakening. Heart thumping louder and louder in your ears at each whine of your name. Shivers running down your spine - all the way to your wet cunt as it really sets in that this was Choso. And he was fucking his fist in your bathroom. To you.

And you didn’t mind?

In fact, you find yourself leaning against the door, thighs squeezing together - mere inches away from where you imagined him slumped against it. Soft strands sticking to his forehead, cock hot and heavy, aching for release. Ragged breathing as if caught off guard by the intensity of his own pleasure. Broken whispers of your name leaving him over and over-

Really, you know you should give him your privacy. But if the white-hot ropes of pleasure running up your spine are anything to go by then, well, is it really that bad?

You have half the mind to just reach down down down - just a little release. Almost jealous of Choso-

Click!

You’re sure you could rival Usain Bolt with the way you ran down those stairs. Cheeks flaring, his damp t-shirt still clutched tightly in your hand. Mind racing with only one thought - this little fuck wanted you just as badly as you wanted him.

---

You can barely remember what transpired after your little discovery. You couldn’t decide who looked more dazed - you or Yuji, who was being practically dragged out that front door as Choso exited hastily with vague mentions of baking and cookies

And in the ringing silence that followed after that front door slammed, you couldn’t help the smirk that found itself onto your face. This was going to be fun.

But if there’s anything you’ve learned about Choso - it’s that even after twenty-something years on planet Earth, that man can not take a hint.

You somewhat had an inkling after the fifth time you decided to sunbathe in just a skimpy bikini at exactly when you knew he’d be watching. Well, you might not have gotten any reaction other than an extremely flushed face at the window, but at least you knew he’d have more very fun bathroom breaks.

Hell, one time you even bought ice lollies for the whole house - but especially Choso. Making sure those dark eyes followed every lick and trail of it dripping down your fingers under the scorching summer sun. Ultimately resulting in nothing more but a heavy gulp and for his ice lolly to hit the grass faster than it could even begin to melt. 

Ugh, should you get your brother to start another water fight? That went down well last time. 

It’s only after another failed attempt at trying to get him alone and a few hours of deliberating whether you should ship your interrupting brother off on a cruise too that you realize you have to get out the big guns.

“The big guns” being stealthily organizing a sleepover for your brother at the Itadoris, then inviting Choso over for a movie night. Simple, right? And, well, if anyone asked, you could just say the movie just so happened to be rated R. 

It wasn’t too hard to convince your brother that a sleepover with Yuji would be the best thing since sliced bread. The excitement in his voice palpable as he agreed, not suspecting a thing.

You just didn’t think it would be even easier to convince Choso to come over with a simple playful text of “Netflix no chill. Haha jk…unless?” But then again, when has Choso not surprised you?

And that night, as your brother eagerly headed off to Yuji’s place, you couldn’t help but feel a slight pang of guilt - but, hey, it was for a good cause, right? 

It’s a win-win either way - your brother gets to spend the night with a friend and you get to be here, so achingly close to Choso on that couch. So close that you could feel the heat radiating off of him, stealing glances at his sharp profile as the conversation flows easily about the movie playing on screen.

Shifting ever-so-slightly closer, electricity crackling between you two was palpable. You smile in anticipation, after all - you weren’t lying about the movie being rated R.

Now, Choso certainly didn’t come over to your house tonight expecting a wholesome rerun of Cars 2. However, he also wasn’t expecting the blockbuster action movie to suddenly unfold into something so steamy.

Goddamn lecherous directors and their goddamn pervy movies.

Eyes firmly trained on the ground, instead of the actress currently fake-moaning dramatically onscreen, Choso tries to ignore the subtle shift of your hips or the way the temperature in the room has currently increased by about 10 degrees. Or the way your moans would sound a million times prettier in his ears.

Alas, Choso was not a strong man, and he especially tries to will away the blood rushing straight to his cock right now - but how could he? You were such a vision of temptation, so close and warm and close to him on the couch.

This was absolute torture. 

“God, this is so painfully fake. Don’t you think so?” your voice rips through the deafening silence between you two, tone careful and balanced, startling Choso out of his little reverie.

His eyes flicker hastily to meet yours, and for a moment, he seems caught off guard by your sudden interruption. “Oh, yeah.” voice rough with a hint of nervousness. “I’ve seen better performances in middle school plays.”

You nod, the tension between you thickening as you lock eyes. “I mean, who even writes this stuff?” you continue, leaning in even closer to Choso, words positively dripping in sarcasm. “It’s like they’ve never actually had sex before.”

Choso lets out a shaky laugh, the sound strained as he shifts subtly in his seat - but not subtly enough. Because you catch the way he desperately tries to adjust his now-uncomfortably tight pants. Success. 

“Yeah, exactly,” he clears his throat, ripping his gaze away from yours.

You study him for a moment under the dim lighting, noting the way his hands clench and unclench in his lap, the rapid rise and fall of his chest as he struggles to control his breathing. He was nervous. Nervous and horny - exactly where you wanted him. 

A sudden rush of adrenaline courses through your veins, and you lean even closer to the man. Not even a hair’s breadth between you two - you relish in his strangled gasp as your tits press so enticingly against his arm. 

“Choso, just a thought.” you hum casually, lips mere inches from his ear. “Wanna recreate the scene better?”

His breath hitches at your words, muscles rippling so deliciously beneath your touch. “Do you know what you’re saying?” he rumbles, lowly. Eyes darkened and unreadable.

You smile, heart pounding against your chest as your lips brush against his earlobe. “Absolutely.”

It was like something snapped.

Because then he’s kissing you. And you’re kissing him. Because goddammit you haven’t spent the last month sneaking glances at those pretty lips for nothing.

Movie completely forgotten, Choso is warm under your touch - all sculpted chest and urgent pulses as his lips kiss you dizzyingly. Groaning lowly as your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer.

He breathes you in with an infectious desperation that bleeds into his hands, wandering every inch of your skin - as if he didn’t have enough time. And he probably didn’t. Distantly, Choso thinks that no time in the world would be enough to absolutely fucking wreck you the way he wanted to.

Large, hurried hands grope your chest, squeezing so teasingly in a way that almost made you think he was trying to feel out what bra you were wearing - lacy pink. His favorite, of course.

You minx.

Urgently tugging the hem of your tight shirt over your arms, Choso tosses it god-knows-where. Mouth watering as he pulls away to greedily take in the heavenly view of your heaving chest - the same one he’s shamelessly fucked his fist to for too long.

God, you were perfect. With a soft, little oh! Choso leans down to leave hot, open-mouthed kisses on every bit of exposed skin he could reach. Nipping, and tugging lightly. Relishing in the way you whine for his lips again.

Threading a hand through his soft hair, you lightly pull him back to you. Breath fanning his face, lips ghosting over his own.

“Kiss me, you fool.”

And, well, Choso didn’t have to be asked twice. Molding his mouth against yours once more. Letting your lips part, you intertwine your tongue so sinfully with his. He tastes just like he looks - so intoxicatingly delicious.

With a breathy sigh, he lightly taps the curve of your ass. Hands lingering for far longer than necessary, kneading the flesh in a way that has your skin searing. 

You get the signal. Urgently, you loop your legs around his waist. “Choso- bed.” you whisper, muffled in-between kisses. “Now.”

Shivers run down your spine at the way he chuckles darkly, “Honestly, sweetheart. I don’t even hah- know if we’ll make it there.” Mumbling against your lips, “Would you kill me if I take you right here right now?”

“I’ll kill you if you don’t fucking do something.” you hiss, words dripping in desperation. Ah, but Choso, ever the merciful man, shuts up whatever other retort on the tip of your tongue with his own. Kissing you with almost-bruising intensity as he gets up from his seat. Strong arms securely wrapped underneath you, holding you flush against his warm skin.

Choso doesn’t pull away even once as he hastily makes the route to your room. And honestly, with the speed at which your back hits the soft mattress, bouncing at the sheer force at which you two fell on top, you wouldn’t even be surprised if he teleported there.

Now safely in the confines of your room, you all but rip off Choso’s snug t-shirt. Those familiar obscene nipple piercings winking at you under the dim lighting in greeting. 

“Always wanted to do this.” you murmur, surging forward as if on autopilot. Lips latching delicately onto the pretty pink nipples, tasting the cold metal on your tongue. 

“Oh- oh, fuck. A-always knew you had a thing hah- f’my piercings, sweetheart.” Choso breathes out, letting you have your fun. His favorite bra now at the foot of your bed. Fingers deftly sneaking under your skirt, blood rushes straight to his cock as he feels the positively soaked state of your panties - if you could even call them that. 

Sanity snapping, he immediately flings off your skirt. Throwing it somewhere across the room with no care or concern for where it ends up. All so he could look down at oh-

Oh god, if you had to describe Choso’s face as he takes in the sight before him - it would be absolutely losing his sanity. Your pussy dripping and clenching around nothing - all for him.

Strings of slick trail down your thighs as Choso hooks one, long finger under your slutty g-string, tugging impatiently.

You keen as the cold air hits your dripping cunt. Yet Choso’s eyes stay locked hungrily on the sticky fabric intertwined around his fingers “Guess you were expecting this, huh?” he murmurs, voice thick with desire. 

Scoffing, you buck your hips up for something - anything. “I’ve been wanting to fuck you since that first night I hit on you, y’know,” you admit, the heady air of your room melting away any reservations you had previously. 

And that seems to snap Choso out of his trance - eyes flickering over to you, darkened with something so carnal that it makes your cunt throb. “Oh yeah?” he mumbles, swiftly stuffing the g-string in his pocket before leaning down, hot breath hitting your ear. “Now, what was that pick-up line you were gonna say that night?” 

You gasp in embarrassment, heat flooding to your cheeks at the memory. “Wha- that doesn’t matter. I was drunk and-”

Smack!

The delicious sting on your ass hits you before the realization that Choso smacked you. He smacked you. Even later do you realize that you like it - slick beading so obscenely at your sloppy hole.

“What was it, sweetheart?”

You shudder at the tone that leaves no room for argument. The words tumbling out of you as Choso caresses soothingly over the handprint on your ass. “I- it’s stupid. I was gonna say that I’m down to sit on your face, baby.”

“Thought so,” he grins, pulling away from the dizzying proximity. Shifting - well, more like manhandling - you to flip positions. 

God, you could almost sink into his muscles as he lays back on your bed. Voice low and dangerous as he utters words that go straight to your dripping pussy, “Now, sit on m’face.”

And before you know it, you find yourself hastily straddling Choso’s pretty face. Hands snaking down his milky abs, lips kissing along his tattoos, catching purposefully on his sensitive nipples. 

Warm breath fanning your quivering cunt, he reaches up to cup your ass, nudging your needy core to his mouth. Kneading. Groping. 

Not stopping his ministrations even when your slick oozes slowly, torturously through your swollen folds and onto his awaiting tongue. A maddening drip! drip! drip! ringing in your ears above your thundering heartbeat.

Choso groans at the mouthwatering sight above him. You - spread so shamefully open for him and clenching around nothing. 

“Luckily for you, sweetheart, wanted you to sit on m’face ever since I saw you.” sweet juices flowing down his throat, words muffled against your throbbing lips. 

He barely even gets the words out before he’s surging forward. Licking a long, languid stripe up your heated folds. Again. And again. Faster at the pretty moans that spill from your lips.

Pushing his tongue in between your slit, past that first, tight ring of muscle. Bullying it deeper and deeper. Chin pressing against your throbbing clit, ravaged at each movement of his face. 

He caresses your warm walls, relishing so filthily at the way you clamp down on him in surprise. “Hngh- oh shit, baby. Ah-”

Your sweet moans are music in his ears and shit - you called him “baby”. It’s as if every wet dream he’s ever had has come to life as Choso dips in and out at a ruthless pace. Pulling out to tease your dripping entrance, pushing past mercilessly into your plushy walls. In and out in and out in and out-

His cock strains so painfully against his pants at the way your sloppy hole sucks his tongue in so obscenely - almost as if it hurts to part. Tongue fucking you the way he wishes he could with his cock right now.

“Oh- Hah- Choso! Fuck, baby. S’good.” your body arches into his absolutely depraved tongue. 

Desperate whines spilling incessantly from your mouth at the way he quirks his tongue up just right to graze that spot he knew would have you grinding down on him for more. “Ah! Right there - jus’ like that!”

As if he knew exactly how to drive you wild. Exactly how to break you. You almost don’t notice the mindless, shallow little thrusts of his hips into your open palm. Almost.

Eyes snapping open at the tremors, you reach a hand across his quivering thighs. All the way down towards the very obvious dark patch on his pants - right where his furiously hard tip was leaking thick, relentless precum that made your mouth water. 

Oh, how you’d kill to taste him - see if the rest of him is as intoxicating as his mouth is.

So you do. 

Choso was so pussy-drunk in-between your thighs that you think he barely notices the way you fumble with his belt. Shakily pulling those pants down just enough to glimpse the rock-hard erection that those boxers do nothing to hide. 

“Shit,” you whisper, voice strained with need. 

You always imagined Choso had a big cock - but this was ridiculous. Your pussy clenches in both nervousness and anticipation as you imagined the delicious stretch of him splitting you apart on it. Breaking you. 

And that’s probably when Choso notices - you clamping down so filthily on his tongue. 

“Oh?” he rasps, voice sending white-hot vibrations of pleasure right up your spine. “Didn’t think you were so desperate for my cock, sweetheart. Gon’ make me cum, hm?”

Now, you’ve always thought of yourself as a woman of action rather than empty words. Which is probably why you urgently pull down his boxers. Choso’s painfully hard erection springs out, hitting his lower abs. 

You take a moment to admire the long, heavy cock in your hands - a deliciously pretty pink on top, furiously leaking glistening precum. Saliva pooling in your mouth - you shove it as far down your throat as you possibly could. 

Oh, how many times in his life has Choso imagined this moment right here. In the shower, right before bed, right after waking up too. You’re really a dream come to life. 

A startled, strangled moan of your name leaves Choso’s kiss-bitten lips as you take him all in one go. Only to pull back and spit once- twice on his throbbing cock. The steady stream of spit cool - followed so maddeningly by the warm heat of your mouth once more. You start up a torturous, filthy pace bobbing your head up and down on his cock.

He strains his head to catch a glimpse - even just one - of your nose pressed against his pelvis. Breathing in the heady scent at the tufts of hair at the bottom, already wet with precum and spit. His dirty girl. 

Popping off with a lewd squelch, “Feels good, baby?”

“Feels perfect.”

But he wasn’t gonna fall far behind.

Immediately attaching his lips with yours once more, Choso dives nose-deep in your dripping cunt. Rolling your throbbing clit in between his lips. Flicking his tongue along the sensitive bud in a way that makes your head feel so light. He alternates between a slow, languid torture on your clit and fucking into you unforgivingly.

Your movements stutter as you teasingly lick at his sensitive slit. The salty flavor of his precum is probably your favorite taste now. That bastard.

Reaching down, you cup his heavy balls, massaging the tender flesh in harsh, hasty circles that match your mouth down his length - up and down up and down up and-

Muffled moans and lewd squelching filling the heated room. A rhythmic, sinful cadence that both of you were losing your sanity to. Movements more frantic now. Desperate to make the other cum. Desperate to be first.

Letting out soft, raw grunts, Choso fucks up his throbbing erection into your mouth. Your eyes water as his tip abuses the back of your throat. And it makes you wish you could see how messy he looked right now. All smudged eyeliner and slick-glossed lips. 

Gagging around him, a mixture of drool and precum drips sinfully down the corner of your mouth as you increase your pace, pooling messily on his lower abs. Sloppy - so sloppy.

So it only made sense that your orgasms were the same. 

Pleasure dizzyingly overwhelming, you gush around Choso’s mouth with a stifled squeal. Stars behind your eyes, vision blurring, mind blanking - the only things you register being the languid tongue lapping up at your sweet juices and the guttural groan of what sounds like your name as Choso shoots thick, hot spurts of his cum down your throat. 

Throat burning as the salty taste fills your senses, you milk his cock for more more more- his dick pulsing and stuttering in your mouth. Cum staining the fresh sheets below - a problem for later. 

Right now all you were focused on was riding out your high, grinding almost animalistically on Choso’s pretty face. 

You’ve barely removed yourself from him with a lewd pop! before Choso’s wrestling you back onto the mattress. Two fingers squishing your cheeks into an embarrassing pout, cold rings digging into your skin. The other hand snaking in between your thighs to play with your still-twitching cunt. 

“Didn’t say we were done yet, sweetheart.” he mutters. You weren’t done - no, far from it. Because fuck a refractory period - both of you were going to take all you could get.

And before you can think of anything else, Choso is leaning down, hand prying your lips apart for him into a brutal kiss. Teeth clashing, lips bruising. He forces his tongue down your throat. Tasting himself before you barely get a chance to taste him as well. 

“Hah- fuck-” you flinch as he swears into your bruised lips. “So fuckin’ sweet. You taste so good sweetheart.” The sheer debauchery and ache of his cock too much for him. 

Tasting him. Tasting you. Both a heady flavor that leaves you yearning for more. 

You bite down on his bottom lip in retaliation, relishing in the drawn-out groan that rumbles into your mouth at this. The kiss is feral. It’s animalistic. It leaves you feeling so fucking dirty. 

And you barely recognise the dazed, predatory glint in Choso’s eyes as he pulls away, his mind clearly miles away as he spits once. Twice. Three times on your face.

The wads of saliva and cum hit your face with a warm, wet jolt. You whine at the way it seeps into your skin, dripping down your cheeks so fucking obscenely. Pooling at the sheets below in a way that makes you feel sorry for whoever had a shift at the laundromat tomorrow.

“Now, what do we say, sweetheart?”

A fucked-out, delirious smile tugs at the corner of your lips as you realize - yeah, you wouldn’t have it any other way. “Thank you.”

Not even when Choso lets out a dark chuckle, throwing your legs over his sculpted shoulders and manhandling you so that you’re splayed out so shamefully for him. Dripping cunt spread for his greedy gaze and clenching around nothing - aching for him. Begging for him.

Not even when he lines up his still-rock hard cock at your entrance, tip - angry and red - weeping so desperately as he nudges at your sloppy hole. Dragging his head along your folds collecting every bead of slick, just grazing your pulsing clit. Every muscle in your body trembling and anticipating what was to come.

You mewl at the stretch as he presses in - deliciously painful, boderling insane, and exactly what you wanted right now. Splitting you apart on his throbbing cock. 

And especially not when he bottoms out inside you in one, harsh thrust. Burying himself inside your sloppy walls till his twitching balls smack against your ass. 

“Ah- hngh- oh fuckkk.” you keen in both pain and pleasure - broken, raw moans leaving you uncontrollably. But not for long, because suddenly Choso’s shoving two ringed fingers in your mouth, bullying their way inside till you’re gagging and moaning around them. 

Pressing right at that spot on the back of your tongue that makes your eyes tear up so prettily. Hey, if he couldn’t see you choking on his cock properly, the least he could do is see you choking on his fingers, right?

“Now now, wouldn’t want anyone else to hear, hm? Our brother’s would get worried.” he chuckles. Pure, dark amusement in his eyes as he takes in your swollen lips, the teartracks down your cheeks, how utterly beautiful and debauched you look underneath him. So much better than any lust-hazed imagination of his.

And yet, even when you’re being gagged and split apart on his cock, you find it in yourself to be mouthy. Words muffled around his thick fingers as you raise a brow. “There’s no one else home, though?.”

The corners of Choso’s lips lift into a devilish grin, “The neighbors, sweetheart.”

His tone is teasing, but there’s an undercurrent of seriousness that sends a chill down your spine. He’s just joking, right? Right?

“Wha-”

And probably because he was losing his patience - and partly to shut you up - Choso begins to move.

Pushing past the resistance, beginning to fuck into you in shallow, uncontrollable movements of his hips. Just little motions to get him off, groaning at how sinfully tight you were - the way you were sucking him up so good.

Next time, Choso thinks, reaching down a hand to draw tight, little circles on your poor, abused clit - next time he’ll fuck you right. Hours upon hours of teasing you so you don’t know what it feels like when you’re empty without him. 

But fuck does he think he could just about pass out right now.

There’s no going back now. Choso fucks you in a way that makes you feel so deliciously filthy. Plunging into your heated cunt with no restraint. Thrusts positively savage.

Pulling all the way back so that his leaking tip just barely kisses your sloppy entrance, slamming down down down, Choso fucks you at a merciless pace. Relishing the delicious stretch of your cunt as he thrusts into you with a desperation that surpasses the need for reason. 

“Sh-shit, sweetheart. God, s’tight. better than I ever could’ve imagined.” he moans breathlessly, brows furrowing, eyes rolling to the back of his head, the feeling of you milking the absolute soul out of him just too much.

“Oh, yeah- wanted this for so long-”

You yelp every time he rams his cock into you, the smacking of his toned pelvis against your thighs stinging almost as deliciously as his tip kissing your cervix. The obscene slapping of skin on skin makes your cheeks burn - both pairs as his heavy balls smack against your ass each time he shoves his throbbing cock into you.

And because you can’t leave him alone, of course, you find your nails digging harshly into his muscled shoulders. 

Pulling him impossibly closer. You want more. You need more. 

Maybe you say those words out loud - you don’t even know anymore, too delirious and cock-drunk from Choso and your last orgasm and Choso - because his eyes widen ever-so-slightly, mouth falling open into a small oh. Your cunt twitches at the surprised, fucked-out little laugh that leaves him,  “More? My sweetheart wants more?”

And, as you’ve come to learn with Choso - anything you want, you will get. 

“Then fucking- take it.” he grunts lowly, each word punctuated by a harsh thrust of into your plush walls that sends both of you spiraling deeper and deeper into insanity.

And God does he make you take it. Every inch of him fills you, stretching you beyond your limits - both your cunt and your senses as he leans down to bury his head into your neck, hips moving so sloppily, hiking your leg further up his shoulder. The change in angle making you see stars.

Your hips buck up in tandem with his, uncontrollable little ah! ah! ah! leaving you at each thrust. You whimper in pleasure and overstimulation into the heady room, “Yes. Yes yes yes- wan’ cum. Need more. Need you-”

“Fuck- Hngh-” is all he manages to gasp out, pleasure overwhelming his sensitive cock. Choso’s balls twitch almost painfully as they keep smacking your ass. Brain still not keeping up with his body because shit, this is all he’s wanted for years, the least he could do is make you cum before him.

“Sh-shit, sweetheart.” he rasps into your heated skin, “So close- m’ so close.”

You all but sob at his words, “M’too- hngh- ah, m’gonna cum, baby.”

You didn’t expect the petname to be what breaks him, but then again you didn’t think there was anything more left to break. Because Choso groans gutturally, cock twitching inside you “Shit, you’re driving m’crazy, y’know that?”

“I know.” you mewl, voice breaking at the way he increases his frenzied pace on your clit. You could barely even call them circles, just filthy little movements to get you closer and closer to the edge. So close. You writhe beneath him, desperate for release.

And what you didn’t expect was for Choso to connect his sweaty forehead with yours. You take a second to admire just how beautiful he is - all smudged eyeliner, tousled hair, your release still shining on the lower half of his face, and yours. All yours. You could probably stare at the sight forever.

Choso’s hot breath fans your face as he moans breathlessly against your lips, words slurring together as he ruts into you mindlessly, “Always did, y’know?”

“I know.”

“No- y’don’t hah- understand, I- for so long fuck- I-”

“Choso, just kiss me.”

And then you’re kissing him. And he’s kissing you like you’re the most precious thing on Earth. A slow, tender little dance that doesn’t match the way he rams his cock inside you. 

And then you’re cumming. Stars behind your eyes - or maybe those were tears - clamping down desperately on the harsh, jerky movements of his glistening cock that fuck you so sinfully like his little slut. 

White-hot pleasure runs down your spine, or maybe that was Choso - painting your insides the prettiest white you’ve ever seen. Shooting thick, hot ropes of his seed into your waiting pussy. A creamy ring forming around his base as he spills his cum into your snug cunt as he moans against your lips.

It’s messy. It’s sloppy. And as Choso fills you to the brim, hips still unforgiving, seed dribbling out of your dripping pussy at the way it was so overfilled - you think that it’s all you could ever want. 

As his cock twitches finally, exhaustedly - and you distantly wonder how the fuck it isn’t seizing up - Choso collapses onto you, thoroughly fucked-out. Finally pulling out with an obscene squelch, you hiss lowly at the pool of cum that forms beneath you. Gushing out of you sinfully. 

A weighty silence in the air as you both try to catch your breaths.

In the haze of your orgasm you realize that even after all that transpired, he still isn’t laying his full bodyweight on you.

Too afraid to break you.

To break whatever this tender little understanding in the air was.

And it makes some part of your heart clench so delightfully. Subconsciously, you thread a hand through his damp hair, breathing in that familiar smell of vanilla and sunshine - and the heady scent of something so Choso. It makes you intertwine your body so impossibly close with his, not knowing where one of you ends and the other starts.

“My parents are coming home tomorrow.” you start, casually. 

“Mhm. But I’ll still be around here, sweetheart.” Choso rumbles into the crook of your neck. Kissing soothingly over the marks he’d made in the heat of the moment - some carnal little part of him proud of the way you looked like you were fucking thrown to a pack of wolves. 

Words hiding a tense little fear beneath them as you probe further. Something prickly and scared rolling around in your stomach. “For babysitting?”

“Nope.”

Settling deeper into the covers, basking in the afterglow of him. You know you should get up and clean, but right now this was all you wanted. And maybe no other words were needed. 

“God, am I glad your parents aren’t home.” 

Except maybe those. 

You chuckle as you pull back to stare into those deep, dark eyes. Cheeks flaring at the tender little warmth in them much more than they had when he was fucking you so sinfully. A devious idea coming to mind - because now that you got a taste, you were absolutely hooked.

Choso Kamo was absolutely intoxicating.

“Well, we still have time so how about-”

A distant click!

“Honey, we’re home~!”

Shit.

A/N. Fun fact this was originally supposed to be called Timeout! but it was giving too much me during beep test.

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｡ 𝘱𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘫𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘢’𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

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This is a real interview from 1990 with Slash and Duff, I’m obsessed😅🍾

Credit: Last of the Giants: The True Story of Guns N’ Roses by Mick Wall

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Golden Brown - Axl Rose x Reader

Warnings: Explicit drug use, descriptions of needles and veins, SMUT. Minors DNI

The party had finally started to die down, it was just the guys, their girls for the night, Axl and yourself.

“We’re heading to bed, you can finish mine.” Slash mumbled, throwing an arm around his girlfriend and passing the dish of white powder to Izzy. Izzy quickly hoovered the lines before his tongue disappeared into the mouth of a groupie. 

“Comin’ to bed, sugar?” Axl whispers tipsily into your ear.

“Please.” He pulls you up from off the couch, you both say your good nights to deaf ears as Izzy is tongue deep and Duff and Steven are scrunched in corners with their own entertainment. 

As you pass Slash’s bedroom, you know he’s having a good time as mutual moans seep through. 

Axl quickly strips to his boxers and throws himself down on the bed, enjoying his head rush from the whiskey. 

“I need to relax, baby. Do you mind?” Axl pulls out a small black box, smirking, inside is a tourniquet, five needles and some brown powder.

“Whatever you need, Ax.” You wink at him, pulling on one of his band tees before tripping over your own feet onto the bed, the vodka finally catching up with you as you feel your head spin. 

“Careful, baby!” Axl reaches out to soften your fall before pulling out the bag. 

“I’m okay, just a little too many of Duffs’ measures.” You giggle, gazing up at the plaster patchwork ceiling. 

Axl looked deep in thought, before turning his soft gaze to you.

“Do you… want some?” He turns the now melting spoon toward you.

Your stomach drops, the question you’d been dreading since you met the band, you knew they were all into something and you’d watched Axl shoot up countless times, but he’d never asked you to do it. 

“I don’t know, Ax. I’ve only ever smoked weed before. I’m too nervous.” You bit your lip, smiling at him. 

“You’re safe with me, I won’t let you get out of control, baby.” He strokes your jawline, gazing into your eyes before filling the syringe with golden brown liquid. 

You felt like your soul left your body as you parted your lips to answer.

“You go first, I wanna see what you do.” A grin splits his face as he reaches for the tourniquet. 

Axl proceeds to walk you through each step as he shoots himself up. He falls back on the bed as he releases the tie on his arm. 

A flutter of anxiety runs through your brain, chest and stomach all at the same time as he pushes the box towards you. 

“Your turn, sweetheart.” He smiles, already riding his high with his eyes closed. 

You reach for the bag of powder, pressing it before scooping some out onto the spoon. Realising your really don’t know what you’re doing, you stop. Axl opens his eyes slightly and reaches towards you. “C’mere, you’re not overdosing on me, baby.” He takes the spoon away from you and tips half the powder back into the bag. He corrects the dose, and melts the powder for you. Slowly handing you the tourniquet and a full syringe of the same concoction that had him in a euphoric state. 

Attempting to tie the tourniquet around your arm with one hand, Axl can see you’re nervous and struggling and giggles. You push the tourniquet back toward him. 

“Do it for me, baby. I’m too new to this.” You cover your face with the hand not holding the needle. 

“Sure thing baby, Slash did me the first time, we all start somewhere.” He winks at you.

“This might feel a little gross, but keep still, I have to find your vein.” He ties the tourniquet tightly around your upper arm and begins tapping at your inner elbow. You feel your arm begin to beat in sync with your heart as you take a deep breath and close your eyes. 

“Pass me the needle baby, just keep breathing.” His deep voice soothes you as you slowly open your eyes and hand him the needle. 

His finger lifts from pinching your vein and the needle slides in, blood infecting the syrupy substance. 

“When I untie this, you’ll feel a rush, don’t panic, just lay back with me.” His eyes hooded as he gently removes the needle from your vein and his fingers play with the tie. 

“I will do, take it off.” You smile up at him, just wanting to be rid of the beating sensation in your arm. 

Suddenly, the room moves in slow motion as you feel Axl pull you down on the bed, but you don’t stop at the mattress you sink beneath it, through the floor, to the underground and beyond. 

“Feels good, right baby?” You hear a whisper from far away as your head suddenly feels like it’s at the top of a rollercoaster drop. 

“Kiss me, Axl.” You hear yourself speak, but you can’t see anything around you, you can just feel the energy next to you. 

Suddenly his lips are on yours, his weight pressing on top of you and your brought back in the room, the edges fuzzy as if the threat of a migraine is on the way, but you can’t deny the euphoric feeling, as if you’re on the edge and enjoying the throws of an orgasm simultaneously. It’s the best kiss you’ve ever had, your tongues dance together, enjoying the peak of your synchronised high. 

You look into each others eyes, a shared smile as Axl begins exploring your body. 

Everything feels both a lot softer and a lot more intense. As Axl massages your breasts, his hands feel like pillows but the pinching of your nipples feels like metal clamps. The biting only turns your arousal up ten-fold. 

“I wanna taste you, sugar.” He whispers in your ear as he makes his way down your body with kisses. The former plaster patchwork ceiling is an array of colours and flashes. 

You feel a wave of pleasure as you finally catch your boyfriends words disjointedly. 

“Mmm Axl…” you find your fingers in his hair, the red locks kissing your fingers and snaking their way around your hands. 

He slides down your body, happy to find you’d already taken care of your underwear. His tongue delves between your legs, licking and sucking at your clit. You’re both on the edge of orgasm and numb to the pleasure as all of the euphoria is currently taking place in your head. 

His fingers shock you back reality as he pushes two inside of you, curling up towards your sweet spot as he continues his assault with his tongue. Your stomach fills with knots waiting to explode as your hips buck towards his mouth. Axl moves with your body as your writhe beneath him. Slowly coming down from your heroin high and jumping straight back onto ecstasy as he continues to massage you exactly where you need him to. 

“You feel so good, baby.” Axl growls between licks and you feel the knots threaten to un-do at his very words.

“Axl, I’m… so close.” You gasp as the pleasure overtakes your body and you shout his name once more. Completely losing yourself to his actions. This doesn’t slow Axl down as he draws your orgasm out, feeling each tremor and tasting your nectar. 

You feel like you could live in this moment forever. 

As you slowly ride your high till the bitter end, Axl slides back up your body, beginning to come down with you. 

You rest your head on his chest, his heart hammering away. At that moment, you knew you loved him. He strokes your hair and kisses your head gently. 

“So, would you like some more, sugar?” He whispers with a satisfied smile. 

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hi! I just can't stop thinking about James having a relationship with a rockstar who also has a thrash metal band. what it would be like to go on tour together, interviews and things like that. OR what it would be like if the bands had some kind of rivalry (but that doesn't really exist) and the media and fans discovering their relationship. I don't know if it's silly but I needed to get it out of my mind.

THERES A FIC JUST LIKE THIS ITS CALLED MALIBU AND ITS ON WATTPAD, ITS SOOOO GOOD I LOVE IT SMM

THE WRITING IS GOOD TOO AND THEY HAVE A RIVALRY AND INTERVIEWS AND EVERYTHING AND THE MOMSNTS BETWEEN JAMES AND THE OC ARE JUST SOOOO MF CUTE GO READ IT RN RN

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HIII! I have a request if you have time, but after seeing what you did for Larsy Poo I need, - in fact, I am on my hands and knees for head cannons for James Het PLEASE 🧎🏻‍♀️

Thank you 😊 MWAH

Hey lovely!!! sorry it took a whole while, I'm finally back home and school and work are biting my ass. but, here it is!!! hope you enjoy! @buzzbuzzbowie also asked for this, thank you both! <3

Okay, so if we’re talking about 80s James, (like ‘81-’87), he’s definitely submissive asf!! he’s just… just… he was so shy and pretty LIKE SHUT UP SFKFSKSFSKJS. (he still is)

He def has mommy issues. So, he craves validation and care. Especially in the beginning, he’s still young and just into fame, could learn a thing or two. Once he gets older, more masculine, angrier and his voice deeper and deeper. He still has that need, it’s an itch no one can really scratch but you.

He was sexually inexperienced, (due to his family’s religions he had to leave health class and all that stuff). so just IMAGINE teaching young Jamie some things!!!! oml i’m melting!!!!! 

“Am I doing okay?” James pants from in between your thighs. He’s looking up at you through his bangs that are sticking to his sweaty forehead. His blue eyes twinkling with eagerness and lust.

“You’re doing great, baby.” You reassure him as you caress his hair lovingly. 

“Hmm, you taste so good.” He moans into your pussy and continues fucking you with his tongue.

Loves it when there’s a emotional connection, normally he’d fuck the shit out of girls/groupies without thinking twice. But, he loves it when he’s taken care of.

Loves the aftercare as well!! Cuddling or showering together, loves it when you wash his hair!

praising kink, mommy kink????? i dunno. I just know his whimpers and begging would be so pretty <3. 

Would get jealous pretty fast, he wants all of your attention on HIM. 

He’s also pretty protective of you, even as friends. Like, just imagine you and the bar hanging out at a bar, early Metallica days, and some guys are bothering you. This man would be prepared to throw hands. (just like he did for Larz, cuz he has a big mouth).

He has a big nose, so you can sit on it. (no headcanon tho, it’s the truth.)

He would call you all needy from his hotel room. (I see black album!James in my head). And i mean you know he’s fucking groupies, you know he is. but, he’s never satisfied, you got your fucking claws in him.

“Come on, pick up…” James mutters into the phone, he’s horny and desperate, only wanting to hear your voice.

“Hello?” Your tired voice rings through his ear.

“H-hey, sweetheart.” James stammers. “How are you? i miss you. Did I wake you?” he rushes through his words not wanting to be rude, but he is just so horny.

“hm, I’m good, baby.” you yawn. “You did wake me, but that’s okay.” 

He stays silent for a bit, he’s slowly stroking himself. Just your voice is enough to make him crazy. You can hear some hitched breaths through the phone and decide to play with him a little.

“What are you doing, baby?” 

“N-nothing, I’m just tired.” he quickens his pace, knowing what you’re doing.

“Do you miss me?” you ask, your hand wandering to your panties.

“Fuck, yes. Of course, baby.” 

“I miss you too, your voice, your touch…” You sigh. “you inside of me.”

“Oh, baby…” James lets out a strangled moan. “I need to feel you wrapped around me, I can’t take it.” 

James starts stroking his cock faster while you already have started playing with your clit. 

“Every night when I come off stage. I just think of you and I can’t….” James groans. “Can’t take it… need you here.” 

“You wanna know what I'd do?” 

“Yeah…”

“I’d ride you silly, until you’d see stars.” you moan.

“Fuck, so i can look at your pretty tits?” James gets closer to cumming.

“That’s right, darlin’.” 

“Are you playing with yourself too?” He asks, his mind is driving him wild. He is so jealous of your fingers right now. 

“Mhm.” you hum.

“Oh fuck, gonna cum, baby.” 

“Cum with me, babe.”

Both of you would cum all over yourself and say loving words to each other before falling asleep <3.

Now, if we’re talking about current James. holy fucking shit. the dilfiest fucking dilf on this fucking earth. 

His hands!!!! his fingers are super fucking skilled, this man can WORK them. stroking your hair, holding your hand, squeezing your thighs, making you suck his fingers while you look up at him innocently, lightly squeezing your throat with his other hand when you stop looking at him, finger-fucking you ‘till you cry… I can go on.

James and his cigars>>>>>>

Just imagine you sitting on his thigh, needy and desperate. He’s wearing some bootcut jeans that fit him perfectly. You’re in some comfortable pj shorts and slowly rubbing yourself on the material of his jeans. He’s really enjoying the view while smoking his cigar and puffing the smoke in your face. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” He places his free hand on your hip, secretly guiding your grinding. 

“Need more…” You whimper. “Please.” 

“Hmm… I don’t think so, baby.” he takes another drag and slowly blows the smoke in your face. “I think you can easily cum like this, can’t you?” 

He grins and holds the cigar close to your mouth, making you take a drag. You slowly inhale while maintaining eye-contact, James groans loudly and grips your hip tighter. You blow the smoke back into his face and try to kiss him. 

He gladly accepts the kiss and you can taste the cigar on his lips. You start grinding faster and moan into his mouth. James keeps guiding you and smirks up at your needy state. 

“Gonna cum all over my jeans, princess?”

He’d spoil you like crazy. You don’t want much, just him. but, he still takes care of you in every single way he can. 

 Feel like he might have a breeding kink, daddy kink and all that. He just wants to fill you all up and claim you. Mark you, show the world and everyone in it you are his. <3

 Imagine car rides with James???? I’d sell my left tit for that. (maybe not). Just a chill ride in one of his muscle cars, or his truck, love me some of that. Some music on low volume, the weather’s nice, the sun's about to set. Yes, just yes. 

Or staying at his house for dinner??? I would fucking love to chill in his backyard and he’s working over at the bbq. I just know this man can cook up a mean steak. 

Damn, now I’m hungry for James AND his cooking. 

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{ REQUEST #15 • HAPPY BIRTHDAY }

James Hetfield (1999 x reader)

Warnings : smut, NSFW, a HOT session of pussy eating and fingering

A/N : This is a birthday gift for bestie! Happy birthday sweetheart <33

The sun was slowly shining through the clouds, the birds were gradually chirps through the silence of dawn when James opened his eyes on this Monday morning. He staid still for a while, just enjoying this peaceful time as he emerged step by step from his sleep. He could hear the outside sounds, telling him it was the morning already but he wanted more to enjoy the comfort sound of your breathing against his neck.

He moved his head carefully to look down at you as a smile crossed his face. You had snuggled up against him during the night and there was nothing more enjoyable than feeling your body against his. He smiled more and kissed your forehead, thinking how truly grateful he was for having you in his life. Who could have said the almighty Hetfield would have found love, after all the things he had been through ? He knew he was blessed to have you by his side, despite everything he had done in his past.

Suddenly, he remembered what day we were today. Precisely the day of your birthday. James grinned at the thought of everything he had planned for you to enjoy this special moment but since he was early awake, an idea crossed his mind...he could enjoy this precious time in the morning to offer you the first part of your birthday's gift.

Carefully and slowly, he moved away from your arms and waited for a short time. He wanted to be sure you'd be still asleep and when he had the confirmation you were, he moved underneath the cover.

Even asleep, you must have felt he disappeared cause you rolled on your back, stretching like a starfish, sleeping deeply in that position. James waited still, and when he felt ready, he slowly started to kiss your legs and inner thighs until he reached your womanhood.

He waited for a short brief of time again and let his finger glided under your panties' waistband, playing with it to see if he got a single reaction and when you didn't react, he slowly take it off, sliding it from your waist till your ankles. James was absolutely slow and smooth in his movements, almost moving like a cat, but he really wanted to surprise you.

He grabbed your ankles and gently opened your legs, so he could sneaked between them, kissing every single part of your thighs. Even under the blanket, with just a dim light coming from the sun outside, he could see your skin reacted at his kiss, at the touch of his lips on your delicate flesh. Goosebumps were appearing slowly and this made him grin more.

He smiled and went further on his exploration, slowly arriving in front of the object of his desires. He parted your legs, pushing them slowly with his palms He could felt the heat radiating from your body and hoped his palms weren't too cold to wake you up.

When James got enough space, he sneaked closer to let his tongue pressing a kiss against your velvet button. He saw no reaction first and smiled, kissing it a few times. Still no reaction.

He then moved slowly the tip of his tongue on your clit now, licking and tasting it. He felt you moved a little but not enough to awaken you up. He kept doing his exploration, sucking your bund of nerves and couldn't resist to flick his tongue against your velvet lips now.

"Mmh...", he heard from outside the blanket and this helped him to go on. You were slowly feeling something and he loved that. His head was now buried in your pussy, devouring it feverishly as he started to collected some wetness coming from your hole.

He grinned big, seeing you so exposed and vulnerable, and pulled away to tease your clit with his fingertip now. Brusquely your legs started to move and he heard some moans and whines as he kept circling your button in a slow pace.

"Mmmh..", another moan and he understood you were slowly waking up, your palm searching for James next to your body until your realized that he was really under the blanket, buried between your legs. This wasn't a dream. You gasped and slowly pulled away the blanket to expose him to the day light.

"Hello...", he whispered, his lips a bit wet from the pleasure he had given to you for a couple of minutes now.

"What-What are you doing there ?", you asked with a grin, resting on your elbows, to look at your beloved boyfriend.

"Pleasuring my love", he simply answered as he rubbed his long finger against your wet lips, making your shiver and moan at the same time.

"Oh James...", you whispered. "you're torturing me". You gasped again when you feel his index teasing your hole. James was pretty proud of the effect he had on you. He spat on your pussy and teased you with his finger again, letting it in and out slowly.

"You know how much I love to tease that pretty pussy of yours...", he whispered as he buried his head again on you, devouring your clit while his finger worked you out, stretching your pussy's walls.

"Oh my fucking god....More please", you exhaled in a cry, wiggling your pelvis against his mouth, wanting more. You couldn't stop looking at him and gripped his hair to show him to way you like it.

James pulled out in a gasp, rubbing your wetness as he gave you a proud grin. He inserted another finger inside your pussy while his other hand rested lazily on your pelvis, shaking your clit.

"God", he groaned, "so fucking wet for me baby... feel those fingers pushing in and out so easily in you?".

"Mmh...", you sighed of pleasure as your body fell on the mattress, eyes closed and mouth parted, hands gripping the pillow next to you. Your legs were wide opened and you could felt every hit of his fingers deep inside you. "Jamie...please...yes".

But James didn't want you to finish so easily...he suddenly pushed his fingers out and pulled away his mouth. He knew your orgasm were slowly building and he wanted to play with you more, making you feel the edge of desire burning deep inside you.

You opened your eyes, surprised and shocked, frowning at him but all you got is a proud grin again and a giggle.

"Thought I'd have let you cum so easily baby"?", he mocked as he felt the power he had on you. You bit your lip at his comment and started to move your pelvis again, in a needy way, showing him how much you needed to cum now.

"C'mon James...please...", you begged, feeling a strong pain between your legs. Your pussy already throbbing at the thought of the pleasure you were about to feel. "I need to cum...I'm so horny"

"Say it again for me baby...", he teased. "Say to me how horny you are...". His other hand moved under your ass to lift it up a bit, helping his position.

"I'm so horny James...I'm so wet for you, please...give it to me".

"Good girl", he grinned and slapped his palm against your pussy, making your moan louder and gasping of pleasure. His other hand gripped your ass firmly. His right palm hit your sensitive clit and this was enough to awaken your burning desire again.

James then waisted no time to push three fingers inside you, pushing them deeper. They thrusted easily, collecting all the wetness around your cunt and you let it go again, abandoning yourself to the desire you were feeling.

"Oh James...this feels so good".

"I know baby...let it go", he said as moved closer to eat you out again, this time ready to push you over the edge. His fingers gave you no mercy and his tongue rubbed every part of your wet lips, taking not resting time to be sure to send you to heaven.

"GOD...yes!", you whined louder this time, gripping his head and hair hard, not caring if it could hurt him. "Oh yes please...like this James...yes...don't stop", you breathed as your back arched slowly, feeling the pleasure pulsing slowly inside your lower belly until he finally reached that point that makes you explode.

James didn't stop moving, on the contrary. He pushed further and licked harder when he felt your pussy squeezing around his tongue and fingers, ready to make you ride your orgasm till the end.

You explode like you've never did before. Your orgasm hit you strongly, making you shiver, shudder and convulse hard. Your legs shook around James head and your mouth let out incoherent words and praise of how good he was making you feel.

You gripped the pillow hard and buried your face in it, hiding some of the whines and moans you could have let it out until you felt the pleasure getting down, running now through your veins.

You panted heavily, recovering slowly when James sucked your high sensitive clit one last time, as a way to reward you for being a good girl.

"Oh!", you moaned again, looked at him with big smile and you both giggled. "You teaser".

"I love to please you", James said with his low and sexy voice, kissing your pussy again before moving close to you to kiss you on your lips. You tasted yourself and smiled, sharing a deep passionate kiss and when your lips slowly parted away, he whispered a "Happy birthday my love" that makes you fall in love with him all over again...

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Joey jordison serving cunt

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I found them all

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Joey jordison serving cunt

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Slipknot is dresses

1,2,3-> joey jordison

4,5-> mick thomson

6-> jim root

7-> corey taylor

8-> paul gray

9-> chris fehn, shawn crahan(clown)

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joey jordison with cats

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can you please do a story or hc’s with bill having a breeding kink or spanking kink, if not it’s fine! Have a nice day

Yes i can bae😇

Bill Kaulitz breeding and spanking headcanons

•OK HE WOULD ABSOLUTELY LOVE BREEDING NGL

•the thought of him basically claiming you with his cum drives him wild

•hes such a dirty talker when he does it too

•”such a good girl/boy/baby. Take everything I give you, dont let any of it go to waste.”

•”gonna fill you up so good, sweetheart. Sit still and take every drop of my cum.”

•he also loves spanking

•i remember him saying in an interview one time that he wants to date someone who isnt afraid to challenge him, so he would LOVE a bratty s/o

•he loves the little cat and mouse game that you play

•and he loves when he finally gets to put you in your place by leaving big handprints all over your ass😇

•breeds you AND spanks you at the same time

•hes constantly giggling at your cute little whines and moans the whole time

•hes such a tease too, he’ll slowly fuck you while spanking you SO HARD just to fuck with you

•afterwards he rubs some soothing lotion/oil on you afterwards cuz he left hand shaped bruises and he feels bad😭

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OTP Questions MASTERLIST

updated 18.01.22

Who’s the primary protector of the two?

Who sleeps in and who is the early bird?

Who is the least patient?

Which of the two listens to old music and which one is more into the newer stuff?

Who’s the first one to quit a new hobby because they’re not great at it on the first try?

Who holds a grudge the longest?

Who secretly knows all the lyrics to the other’s favorite songs but refuses to expose themselves?

Who’s more likely to cry about a plant dying?

Which of the two is the most outspoken?

Which of the two is quick to speak and which one is quick to listen?

Who’s the most eager to have kids?

Which of the two rolls their eyes the most often?

Who’s an open book and which one is more reserved?

Who gets the most invested in their hyperfixations?

Who’s into Eurovision?

Which one’s the first to help a stranger in need?

Who’s had the same pair of jeans for years and refuses to change them out?

Which of the two is the most gullible?

Which of the two acts bothered by the other one but secretly enjoys every second of it?

Who’s more likely to get into a bar fight?

Who’s the optimist and who’s the pessimist?

Who gets more easily embarrassed?

Which of the two would you rather team up with for a game of laser tag?

Who gets a little too invested in board games?

Which of the two is more likely to take care of the other’s elderly parents?

Which of the two is more likely to stand out in a crowd?

Who will be the one baking banana bread on a Sunday after a week of complete mayhem?

Who brings CapriSun to a frat party?

Who’s the designated driver?

Who sugarcoats and who shoots it straight?

Who insists they’re the best at everything and who lets them believe it?

Who’s the first to apologize?

Who takes on boring tasks around the house so the other person doesn’t have to do them?

Who’s the more skeptical of the two?

Who picks up languages faster?

Who’s better at dealing with emotional trauma?

Who’s more foulmouthed?

Who’s more in touch with internet culture? Alternatively, if they live in a world where the internet doesn’t exist, who would be more in touch with it if it did exist in their world?

Which of the two is more artistic?

Who’ll be the first to snap if someone makes a bad comment about the other person?

Who’s the most self-aware?

Who has the most self-control?

Which of the two would be more likely to make a family album with physical pictures?

Who would confess their love first?

Who gets most excited about holidays? e.g. Christmas

Who gets most intense during a fight?

Who’s the cheapest?

Who’d refuse to pay the others bail just to mess with them?

Who’s the most concerned about details and semantics and who doesn’t care at all?

Who invites the other to dance for the first time?

Who overthinks the most?

Who whines the most when they get sick?

Who’s the most ambitious?

Who’s the most likely to get stage fright?

Who’s the best cook?

Which of the two is the most competitive?

Who’s got the highest pain tolerance?

Who’s the most fashionable?

Who’s the most stubborn?

Who’s the most childish?

Who’s the best at throwing axes?

Who’s more likely to buy some stupid NFT just because it looks cool or cute?

Whose grammar is so bad it’s a miracle they graduated 5th grade?

Who starts gearing up for Christmas first?

Who’s got the most scars (physically)?

Who would survive the longest in the wild?

Who’s the most spiteful?

Which of the two would you choose to be stuck with in an emergency situation?

Who’s the most likely to hurt the other’s feelings unintentionally?

Which of the two has the most dominant traits, aka., which of the two would their child end up resembling the most?

Who makes their bed in the morning and who's more of a slob?

Who'll be caught saying "rules are made to be broken"?

Whose hobbies/interests change every 2-5 business days?

Who'd be able not to talk for the longest?

Whose I-Hate-Everything-And-Everyone teenage phase was the most intense/lasted the longest?

Who'd take the gingerbread house decorating contest just a little too seriously?

Who's more likely to execute their threats?

Who has the more embarrassing Spotify Wrapped? + Give a run-down of each character's Spotify Wrapped, in as much or little detail as you want.

Who's the most likely to take a bribe? Who has the hardest time finishing a train of thought because they get distracted by a million other things along the way?

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I am not evil, I am just not very good