cw: gendered language, unprotected sex, squirting, masturbation (mdni)
wc: 977
Roommate!Choso who doesn't believe his ears when you beg for him to fuck you. Face heating up as he feels all the blood rush down to his cock, which sprung to life sooner than he expected.
You'd been enlisting his services for weeks now, knocking lightly at the door, soft voice asking for him.
"...Cho?"
He always drops what he's doing to help you, the enjoyment he gets from the closeness of getting you off making his heart swell. (having the masturbation material for later when he goes to take care of his leaking cock helps too.)
He never asked you for your help, but you always looked like you wanted him to feel good too. He just didn't want to risk you thinking he was using it as an excuse to get in your pants.
You however, wanted him to do just that. Mustering up the courage to push the envelope of your activities, you press your ear to the door to wait for his response.
"You can come in."
"Need more than your fingers this time...you're still gonna help me out, right?" Your hands were rubbing at him through his sweats, shit was this the first time you touched him?
Your voice was saccharine, flowing into his ears like honey and perfectly conveying what you wanted, but your hand making it even clearer.
He almost didn't know what to do with himself. He wanted this, dreamed about it every night when he fucked into his fist, the scent of your slick still on his hand.
See you spread yourself for him on his bed? Oh he could've died.
He almost cums on the spot when he pressed his bulbous tip past your tight entrance, cock twitching violently at the choked sob you let out as his thick cock stretched you out, coating him in the wetness he was oh so familiar with.
He zeroes in on the way your cunt spread to take him in, and he felt the way his balls tightened. "Takin' me well angel, wanted this really bad hm?"
He teased because he knew you liked it, but he wanted this more that you did. He was sure you could tell, but this was still just help, wasn't it?
He picked up a steady rhythm, fucking into you, having to put all his energy into keeping his cool. The feeling of you all around him was so overwhelming he thought he might pass out.
And your pretty voice crying and moaning for him, he was for sure going to go insane. He fists the sheets behind your head, hips pistoning at a devilish pace as he keeps his eyes on you. "Wanna make you cum...gotta-" he groans out, voice strained like he's in pain.
"Needa cum for you Cho, pleaseplease please-" You kept pleading him, fingers pulling harshly at his dark hair as he fucks into you ferociously, desperate to wring your cunt dry.
He's knows he's on the right track when he feels the droplets on his thighs, the obscene squelching matched with your cries of pleasure fueling his fire. "Feel you gettin' wetter angel...gonna squirt f'me?"
You nodded not even being able to form words as he had effectively fucked you stupid. He had imagined what it'd be like, and now that he's actually feeling it, the way your wet walls squeezed him, your nails digging into his skin, your soft skin under his hands, your cute little mewls-- he's in heaven.
You're feeling better than you could've ever thought, the way he drags so perfectly against your walls, tip nudging into your a-spot and making you gush all over him and his sheets.
"F-fuck!" You choke out, not used to the way the pleasure twists your belly into knots, pressure building and dissipating as he fucks you through it, pulling one of your legs up to give him better access to fuck into your weeping cunt.
"God--you're so good Cho..." Your hips roll up in time with his thrusts, pushing him deeper each time your hips meet.
Choso's panting, eyes still focused on how your face scrunches up from the pleasure, how you lean into it, body twitching from how much it is for your brain.
"Don't shy away from it angel, gonna make you see fuckin' stars, love makin' you feel good--"
He wanted to cum in you so bad, fill you up so you'd finally be his--but again, he didn't want to upset you. You hadn't talked about it after all.
Going against everything his body is telling him to do, he pulls out of you, more of your essence spilling out of you.
He dives down, lapping at you desperately, cleaning up your previous orgasm while rapidly pushing towards another.
His movements are sloppy and disjointed, mind clouded with your cries of pleasure, and the way his hand glides up and down his length, your cum aiding the glide and filling the air with soft shlicks, barely audible over the loud slurping of his mouth on you.
"Ah-ah-just like...fuck...like that..." you groan out, hips rocking on his face, as you fall over the edge, head first into your second orgasm.
He cums into his hand with a desperate whine into your pussy, the feeling of your hands in his hair, your taste, and your smell becoming too much for him.
"Why'd you pull out?"
He looks at you sheepishly, mouth and torso glistening from your release. "Didn't wanna assume."
You smile at him warmly, your hand coming up to thumb his cheek affectionately, assuring him that its fine. "Remember for next time, okay?"
You both knew you'd give him plenty of opportunities to mark your insides anyway. He's your helper. He'd do whatever you'd ask.
He just wishes you'd ask to be his. But he could settle for this.
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