Thinking so much rn.
Thinking bout roommate Choso who saw you wear that pretty body con dress now he’s washing it while doing both of your laundry. He thinks the dress looks so good on you, it’s a black mini dress with a low cut top and thin straps the fall off the shoulder. He gets a curious idea, anxiety quells him to do other wise but he wants to satisfy this weird hunger: he wants to try it on. He doesn’t think he’ll look as good as you no, but he wants to humor himself a bit.
But there’s nothing funny about it when he tries it on. The dress is so tight in him. His pecs and collar bones so beautifully on display, his creamy thick thighs contrasting the thin black dress. Choso turns to see the back of the mirror. His ass stands so proudly, the defiant curve poking just where the dress stops. He hesitantly grabs his ass and squeezes before letting out a soft moan. “N-no can’t do this gotta take this off” but he doesn’t. He runs his hands up and his body in the dress and images it were yours caressing and fondling him anyway you like. He stops at his chest and pulls the dress down to rub and tweak his nipples. Choso’s cute little cock twitches at the stimulation. His hands travel even lower and open palm his aching dick. He pushes the dress up to squeeze his base and he releases a squeak.
He has an even brighter idea. He stuffs his hard cock back in the dress and teases the head. A wet sticky dark patch grows near his tummy,”supposed to be hgnn~ supposed to be doing laundry. Bad boy cho”. He leans into the washing machine and lets his upper body use it for support. Choso sticks his deft fingers into his mouth and rolls his tongue along the digits, getting them as wet as possible. His left leg lifts up unto the washing machine and he starts by rubbing the warm wet fingers on his taint. “HAah ohhh please ha fuck”, before they travel lower to rim his asshole. He dips the fingers in while gripping the length of his cock. Both his hands work diligently to get him off. His finger pound inside at a steady pace till he adjusts his angle. He snaps against a bundle of nerves that makes him kneel over even more, legs becoming too wobbly to hold himself up.
“Help me pleasee fuck me” the soft boy chants as his fingers work at priding his prostate and working his leaking dick. He was so close to releasing in your cute dress too, but that all froze. “Hey Choso have you seen my dress again? I’m heading out lat”, the sight was truly something to see.
Choso laid across the washing machine flatly palming his cock and fingering himself in your little back dress. Once your eyes met his they start to well up with tears. He’s so ashamed all he can do is whimper, so, so pathetically. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing, fingers still working in and out of his hole.
“M sorry m so sorry”
“Cho-“
“Please forgive me please. Just need to cum please”
“Choso-“
“Sorry haa, fuck. M sorry please. Forgive me I’m begging”
There’s long strides before you meet him closely. His face is so red, his lips puffy and swollen. The tears that decorate his cheeks are just too much. You sit your self on what little room the washing machine has left and lift his head to fit in your lap. Your lips smile at him softly,”s ok cho, finish for me baby”. A hand smoothes his black hair over and tucks a few strands behind his ear. “Could never be mad at you cho”, he’s becoming undone. The thrust in his wrist now weakened. After a few short workings over the head of his cock he cums inside the dress. The wet spot seeps all over his stomach and he moans a nice big thank you.
“Lets get you cleaned up” and you give him tons of kisses and a nice bath yay!!!
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can you do a choso smut where he’s the sluttiest virgin in the world. like so slutty that he jerks off to the reader constantly and when he finally fucks her he gets all whiny and needy and overstimulated
(luv you!)
I may have gotten a little carried away….
this has been on my mind for DAYS
(luv you too babes <3 )
He shouldn’t feel so guilty about it. You guys have been together for a couple weeks, so it’s fine, right? He wants to go at your pace, it was his idea. He didn’t want to rush you—but he just couldn’t help it.
You were so adorable laying all over him while you both watch a movie. Smiling and laughing away, all you did was innocently set your hand on his thigh to give him a loving squeeze. He hated how hard it made him. He couldn’t focus on the movie, excusing himself to the bathroom. He was quick—he learned to be so you wouldn’t get suspicious. Thinking about you sliding your hand up the palm him through his pants. How good it would feel to pull you into his lap and fuck you dumb.
You left a pair of underwear in his laundry once, by accident. A thin, stringy little purple thong. They were clean, so it wasn’t weird, right? He wasn’t some depraved pervert.
Oh, but he was.
Whimpering your name as he pumps his aching cock into the fabric. Wishing so badly that he could grind up against you, splitting your pussy lips over him. He imagined what it would be like to make you beg for him to finally slide in and hear his name slip in your angelic voice.
Everything you did made him hard. Bending over to tie your shoes. Reaching up into the cabinet, when your shirt rides up just a little bit. Any dress that shows even an inch of cleavage. Your voice, oh dear lord. Jacking off to an innocent voicemail you left him is part of his nightly routine.
So, imagine his excitement when you’re over one night. You’re both tangled on his bed, making out, when you pause and bring one of his hands down to the hem of your shirt.
“Take it off.” You whisper in his ear with a smile.
He doesn’t need to be told twice. He restrains himself, as much as he wants to rip it off of you, gently pulling the fabric up over your head. He leaves a trail of kisses down your neck, laying you against the covers. Looking up at you through his lashes, he continues to kiss his way across your chest, pausing to drink you in.
Your eyes haven’t left his, grinning with anticipation. God, you looked perfect. Lips red and puffy, hair a haloed mess on the pillow. He didn’t dare look away. Not even when he moved to latch his lips around your nipple. You sucked in a quick breath, sighing like an angel as he flicked his tongue over the hardened bud.
He was hard. Straining against his sweatpants, aching for any ounce of friction. But he had to focus. They were going at your pace, this was about you.
He gripped your other breast in his hand, rolling the nipple between his fingers, drawing a low whine from you. Shit, you were going to kill him.
“Choso?” Your sweet voice brings him back down to earth. He continues to look at you, reveling in your flushed face.
“Hm?” He answers, granting your nipple a particularly harsh suck, making your back arch ever so slightly.
“Want more….”
Your words went straight to his cock, twitching with need. He finally detached his lips from you, only to begin a descent down your sternum. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of your pajama pants, he slowly pulls them down your legs, pressing more gentle kisses across your stomach and hips.
He was imagining what kind of underwear you’d be wearing. Maybe something purple, like the ones he still had tucked away in his dresser. Maybe another thong….oh god he hoped you had more of those.
But when he looked at you, he was met with nothing. He groaned, rutting his hips into the mattress, just enough where he thought you wouldn’t notice. He pressed a slew of hungry kisses to the inside of your thigh, gripping the other tightly in his thick hand.
“You plan on this, baby?” He asks you, looking up with a shit-eating grin.
You’re blushing and you can tell he’s thrilled with your little surprise. “Maybe a little.”
He smiles like an asshole, glossing his middle finger up your slit, barely brushing your clit. You gasp at the unexpected feeling, letting your head rest further into the pillow. He looks up at you, breasts heaving excitedly as you smile. Parting your lips enough to truly admire you, he can’t help but give a few kitten licks to your bundle of nerves.
“So beautiful.” He hums, soaking in your soft moans when he pulls away. Meeting your eyes again, he sinks his pointer finger into his mouth, grinning at your flustered laugh. Before you can admire how hot he is in this moment, he’s sliding the dampened digit into you, pumping slowly at first.
He feels his cock twitch again. “Already so wet….” He groans, studying your reactions intensely.
“Another.” You wine, making him push his hips into the mattress again. Fuck, he can’t take much more of this.
Without a second thought, he obliges, adding his middle finger. Your breath catches at the feeling of the slight stretch, gripping the blanket on both sides of you. He watches you in awe. The way your chest rises and falls with each rapid breath. How your eyes screw shut when he starts pumping his fingers faster, drawing sweeter sounds from you. Even sweeter when he brings his mouth down to suck on your clit. He can't help but rut his hips when you arch against his tongue.
"Baby, baby, baby," You chant, pulling at his loose hair to get him to look at you. "Want more."
Your tone shift makes his heart flutter. No way this was actually happening. "You mean..."
You nod, and that's all the go-ahead Choso needs. His clothes join yours on the floor and he wastes no time crawling over you, his hair gathering around his face.
"You're s-sure?" His whole body shivered as his painfully hard cock brushes against your slick lips. His composure was starting to crack. He was on the edge of paradise.
"Yes, I'm sure." You say softly, pulling him into a chaste kiss. "Please."
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your jaw as he lines himself up. He's throbbing, having dreamed and fantasized about this for so long. He tries to keep his cool, wanting this to be perfect for you. Then he pushes in, slowly, all his self-control comes crashing down when he feels you swallowing the tip in.
"F-fuck." He sighs, pressing his forehead to yours. It's like his body has a mind of its own. He pushes further in, halfway, pulling a whispered version of your name from him.
Finally, finally, he fills you completely. And he whines. He absolutely crumbles against you. He starts rocking in and out of you, dragging his cock against your tight walls.
"Ah...ah...fuck...oh my g-" A series of whimpered cries come tumbling out of Choso's mouth. He can't believe how good it feels. How perfect it feels. His thrusts start to gain speed when your fingers tangle in his hair.
"Feels so good, so good, baby." He whispers into the crook of your neck. Wave after wave of ecstasy curls and crests through his body. You pull on his hair, clenching around him. His hips stutter, another groan rumbling through his chest.
"So good." You agree, arching your back.
His chest pressed against yours, he slides his hands down to your hips, keeping his face buried in your shoulder. "Y/n, please..." He begs, loosing himself in the feeling of you. "I need-shit-feels too good."
You smile to yourself, moaning softly as you watch him lose control of himself. "Use me, baby."
Something in him snaps. He rolls his hips into yours faster.....faster.....deeper. Every thrust brings a high-pitched whine to your ears. He grips your hips tighter, needing to feel you. It's like you can read his mind, dragging your nails up his back. He cries out, a pitiful, needy moan. The sound of skin on skin bounces off the walls, mingling deliciously with your wetness and his whimpers.
"Shit," His voice quivers, fucking into you at brutal pace. "I can't-ah!"
You groan, egging him on, scratching down his back again. "Wanna cum, baby?"
He nods shamelessly into your neck. "Yes! Yes....fuck." His thrusts grown sloppy, holding a vice grip on your waist. "Need to, please, please." It's like he's losing his handle on reality. You feel so good around him, pulling his hair, marking up his back.
"Oh, fuck-" He whimpers, "y/n, y/n, I-"
"Choso..." You groan, and that's all it takes. He pulls out of you and that's when you finally get to see him: sweaty, beet red, breathless, toned chest heaving.
All he can think to do is grunt and groan as he lines up at your slit, pumping himself until thick white lines of cum shoot out. He lets out a long, high pitched whine as he coats your lips and slit with his cum until he's shaking.
You smile up at him, never seeing him look more attractive. You push yourself up onto your elbows before being pushed right back down. Choso, with a hand pressed lightly against your throat, kisses you with a renewed fire.
"Not done yet." He mumbles against your lips. "S'your turn, baby."
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