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You didn’t know what to call your relationship with Choso.
He didn’t come off as abrasive, you’d more likely call him introverted before you called him aggressive. But still, he suddenly began touching you and you let him, your silence only encouraging him to do more things to you. The curse never asked for permission, often just going ahead with his plans without so much of a peep or warning.
You couldn’t tell him no, nor could you ask him to stop, not when his hands worshiped your body, not when you got to see him devolve from his normally calm and aloof demeanor into one more clingy and animalistic. It scared you as much as it turned you on, and you figured nobody would believe that someone as emotionless as Choso would do such nasty things to you of all people.
At first you thought he simply didn’t know the implications of his actions, he wasn’t completely human after all. You figured he lacked an understanding of social cues— or maybe this is the way curses did shit. You didn’t know, okay, Choso never spoke a damn word about the things he did to you. In fact he tended to be as unemotional as possible unless it was just you two together, or whenever it had something to do with his family.
But one night when you’d crashed at Yuji’s place Choso had cornered you in the bathroom and fingered you until you were moaning uncontrollably, your cunt stretched by three of his thick, calloused fingers as your legs trembled. He even had the gall to slap his huge hand over your mouth when you heard Yuji shuffle past the bathroom. The curse sped up and flicked his wrist in a way that made your knees buckle, your wide eyes glued onto his undisturbed ones.
It all began with innocent, unnoticeable touches. Maybe he’d brush your elbow with his fingers or he’d linger too close behind you. Or maybe he’d bump into you. Sometimes the curse would even lean against you if he was ever in the position to do so.
Then he evolved into more discreet, but less innocent contact. Choso would hold your waist and squeeze your hips and he would run his hands much lower down your back than appropriate. Of course you kept quiet, secretly enjoying the attention. He’d even gone as far as palming your thighs one evening when you’d been discussing your most recent exorcism with your coworkers. You tried not to react when he spread your legs and traced the inner seam of your jeans, his actions covered by the dining table.
It culminated one morning when Choso took you by the elbow and shoved you behind a vending machine. You groaned when he cupped your sex and when he rutted against your ass. Bracing yourself against the wall you let him grind you onto him, let him nip at your ear and you let him kiss and lick your neck. In return the curse pressed his thumb against your clit and he let you hump his hand until you came, his soft whimpers in your ear when he followed right after you.
Even through all of that he didn’t communicate. But he didn’t stop either. In fact he just got bolder and more demanding with you.
It didn’t make you feel violated, because you enjoyed it. Was that wrong? In fact you even participated in this stupid little game— sometimes you sat next to him during a lunch break or at a dinner party and you’d stroke and squeeze him through his pants. You’d relish in the hitch of his breath and in the way he’d grip onto your wrist with barely restrained lust. Choso would always look at you with such a demeaning gaze, one that you would challenge head on and still end up losing. Because at the end of the night he was the one that had you writhing and mewling and drooling all over the place.
Choso was just forceful with his approach, and you were too much in shock to say something about it.
It’s why you didn’t know where you stood with him.
But here he was anyway, in your apartment at 11:37 pm, five empty beer bottles by his feet and another in his hand.
“Can curses even get drunk?”
His cursed energy subsided at the sound of your voice and he relaxed further into your couch, his heavy gaze lazily checking you out. Choso looked like he hadn’t slept in ever, and his wild hair didn’t help with the whole image he had going on.
“I’m half human,” he mumbled out and took a sip of his lukewarm beer.
“So what? You can only get half drunk then?” you mocked and he chuckled.
Choso had a nice laugh. It wasn’t an overbearing noise, it was deep and all baritone and shit, a little raspy but just the right amount of light and airy. He spread his legs a little and cocked his head, handing you the beer.
“Take a sip of this and tell me if you’d get drunk after six of ‘em.”
You flushed and did as he asked, bringing your lips to the warm glass and taking a swig. It was flat and gross, but you pulled it back and looked at the alcohol content, pursing your lips when you saw the 5% ABV. You handed him back the sad little bottle and crossed your arms.
“A normal person would be at least tipsy after all that drinking,” you huffed.
Choso hummed and took another sip, looking over to you again as he slowly licked off any droplets of beer that had spilled over.
“I can’t get drunk,” he told you, “-but sometimes I like to try.”
Well that’s just sad.
You told him so and he shrugged, grinning a bit. The curse had just strolled into your home with a 12-pack and plopped his ass down on your sofa. Why’d you even let him in? In your defense you had forgotten to lock the door— it had been a long day at work. So he opened your door and strolled in like he owned the place, scaring your soul halfway out of your body when he flicked your cheek in greeting.
Choso tended to come over whenever Yuji had a person over. It weirded him out to know that his little brother was screwing somebody just down the hall, his precious little baby brother that could never do any wrong. He even cried to you once when you consoled him, whining on about how he hadn’t gotten out of their apartment fast enough and he heard their freaky little sex noises.
You almost pointed out that he was just as shameless when it came to him and you, but you feared being the first to acknowledge the shit that goes down between the two of you. It always went unmentioned, like a nasty tension between your shoulders that had you tossing and turning at night.
The curse had finished his sixth beer and set it down, and was in the process of reaching out for another. You wanted to stop him in case he was lying and could actually get wasted, but he caught your arm as you reached over and he yanked you onto his lap. You squeaked and went along with it, letting him wrap his thick arms around your waist.
“You could just tell me to stop,” he murmured into your neck, “-but then I’d want you instead.”
You shivered in his grasp and gently pushed him away. Thankfully he let you pull back without any fight.
“I just want to be sure that you won’t get drunk,” you told him.
He looked straight at you with his beady dark purple eyes. In the living room lighting they looked almost sharpie colored. Choso had his hands on your waist, not yet inappropriately touching you.
But you knew that you’d get there at some point, considering he just told you he wanted you.
“I can’t get drunk,” he repeated himself a little irately, “-my blood is already toxic enough. Combine that with the fact that I metabolize alcohol quickly,” Choso smoothed his hands down to the waistband of your pants, “-I can’t get drunk.”
You hummed in acceptance, suddenly wishing you’d gotten drunk instead. You were shy when it came to this kind of stuff, all the skin on skin and the intimacy made you uncomfortable. Of course instead of speaking up you let Choso reach under your shirt, his fingers creeping up past your tummy and ribs and stopping when they came into contact with your breasts. He sucked in a sharp breath and pulled your shirt over the mounds of flesh, his eyes quickly focusing on them.
“No bra,” he noted amusedly.
You swallowed audibly when he cupped them, your fists shaking on your thighs as he basically examined your boobs. Choso rubbed his thumbs in slow circles against your nipples, watching them perk up with careful attention. You were trying not to heave, your breath caught in your throat. Your heart was hammering in your chest, and you felt yourself shudder bodily, little zaps and tingles of electricity shocking you whenever he pressed down on your nipples.
He pinched your entire areola and pulled a little, ignoring your gasp in favor of watching your boobs. You steadied yourself by holding his shoulders and he continued with his almost entranced touches, his fingers massaging and caressing your breasts. He traced the stretch marks that ran across your skin and he palmed at your boobs to feel your nipples pressing against his hands. Choso even went as far as letting them drop just to watch them bounce and jiggle, and at this point you were panting, your face burning and your heart fluttering.
You could feel yourself begin to throb in your panties, your guts twisting and knotting the more he played with you. Choso didn’t bother asking if you were okay, maybe he didn’t care, but he ran his thumbs against the little raised bumps on your areola, digging his fingernail into them just to watch the imprint of it fade from your skin.
“Pretty,” he mumbled, “-very pretty.”
The curse brought you much closer to him, and he squeezed your ass before he came back to your exposed breasts. You shut your eyes tightly and took pleasure in the way Choso gave your boobs attention, his fingers kneading and rubbing them.
You didn’t expect him to drag his tongue up one of your nipples. He trailed cooling spit on your skin and you moaned, his hands now falling to knead at your ass. Choso then licked his lips and wrapped them around one of your tits, his tongue prodding at the perky nipple as he hollowed out his cheeks and began to suck. You mewled and tossed your head back, your body feeling weak. The sensation was almost unbearable, the way he suctioned against your nipple it sent all of the feeling straight to your cunt.
You pulled at his pigtails and whined when he bit down on you not so gently, your fingers digging into his hair. Choso then popped off and inhaled before giving the other the same amount of attention, his eyes shut comfortably all the while. He looked as blissed out as you felt, his Adam’s apple bobbing every time he suckled. You almost wanted to pull him off because it felt too good, the cooling spit on the first nipple contrasting his hot mouth on the second.
He was nibbling on you, grinding you against him forcefully as you pulled away the rubber bands holding up his hair. You threaded your fingers between his locks and gripped onto him tightly, eliciting a deep groan from him that made goosebumps break out on your skin.
When he finally let your nipple go he pushed you to lay down on the couch and he crawled over you, his hair framing his face prettily. He pinned your hands down on either side of you and leaned down to lap and suck at your tummy, making sure to leave none of you untouched. You were keening and writhing as his tongue glided over your sensitive flesh, your toes curling when he came back to your breasts.
Choso sucked until hickeys began to form, switching from one boob to the other and leaving a trail of bruises in his wake. He even bit and tugged, hard enough to have you crying out and begging him to be more gentle. He relented and stuck to nipping and grinding his teeth gently, licking over the teeth marks and love bruises littering your skin.
“Do you like it Mommy?” He asked softly and you moaned, nodding your head as he pressed gentle kisses on the mounds of flesh.
Choso had a…habit of calling you Mommy whenever he fucked you. At first it had been a little creepy, but he’s just so erotic it came to turn you on just as much as it did him, his cute little whimpers doing nothing to help you out. Even though the title suggested you were the one in control, you never bothered trying to take it, not when Choso was so good at what he did, not when he coerced you and initiated all of this. You realized it was just what he liked calling you, it wasn’t that he wanted you to dominate him.
And that was okay, you didn’t mind it at all.
He again took your nipple into his mouth, simultaneously pressing his knee against your pulsing sex. Your arms tensed, and he tightened his grip, humming as you mewled and began grinding yourself on his leg.
“Oh! Oh! Choso,” you gasped, “-p-please!”
He sucked on your boob harshly, your nipple prickling with pins and needles. Letting it fall from his mouth he pressed a kiss to it and licked it gently, soothing the sting and covering you in saliva. He did the exact same to the other nipple, and it left you winded and dizzy, your panties sticky with arousal as you rubbed yourself against the curse’s thigh.
Choso finally moved up to your neck, he smacked his lips wetly and licked up the column, his teeth scraping against your skin. You felt him press his tongue over your artery, and he felt your rapid heartbeat before moving on to mark you up.
You didn’t know what had him so possessive right now, and you couldn’t ask him to stop— correction: you didn’t want him to stop, besides you could only moan out his name and other smaller pleas and expressions. Your brain was lagging, distracted by the way your nipples ached and by the way you dragged your cunt against him.
“Mommy belongs to me,” he told you quietly, “-you’re mine.”
You choked and relaxed underneath him, letting him press his entire body over yours.
Choso left your neck and hovered over your lips, one of his eyes a beautiful lilac color as it absorbed and reflected light. He was flushed pink and his lips were swollen and red. Why’d he finally decide to communicate tonight? Was it something you did? His eyes were desperate, his lips parted as he panted and slowly began to grind his hard-on against your clothed pussy.
“Wh-what’s wrong?” You whined out as he kissed the corner of your lips, his hands leaving your wrists as he threaded his fingers with yours.
“Yuji told me about the blind date you had three days ago. Don’t want you thinking about anyone else but me.”
Oh. Three days ago you let yourself get pressured into a blind date. It didn’t amount to anything, the guy was kind of an asshole. Now that you really think about it you have a problem with sticking up for yourself— that was something you’d make sure to go over with your job mandated therapist.
“I’m done playing this game with you,” he said slowly, “-so you’re mine now. Okay?”
This was the first time he’d ever asked you if you were okay with anything. You had the opportunity to finally shut it all down. But instead you surged up and kissed him harshly, your teeth clacking against his.
“Yeah,” you said in between kisses, “-Mommy’s yours.”
Choso quite literally melted against you, and you swallowed down one of his small groans as he pried open your mouth and stuck his tongue inside of it. He wasn’t the best kisser, but that didn’t stop him from trying to suck your soul straight out of your mouth. The curse tasted like stale beer and weirdly enough, blood and cold death. You kinda liked it a lot. His tongue mapped out as far as it could reach, and he overwhelmed you so fast you had to push him away just to get a breath of air.
All it did was move him back to your tits, his eyes on your face as he tracked your every expression. God it felt like heaven on earth, your stomach filling with butterflies and your legs wrapping around his trim waist. Choso slurped against your nipples, basically making out with the things. It just— you felt like you could come undone from this alone, you were so sensitive that every small suck left you stuttering and whimpering.
Choso even let your hands go in order to give both of your tits equal attention. Whenever he was busy latched onto one his fingers pinched and tugged at the other. He massaged it, circled the nipple with his thumb, pressed it into itself, and flicked it. It all had you incredibly embarrassed and speechless, your arm thrown over your eyes.
He wasn’t too good with words, so he didn’t bother teasing you or anything. He showed it through his actions though— you could feel his cocky smirk when he pressed your breasts together and nuzzled his face into them. You felt it with the way he twisted your nipples and made you yelp out loud. It forced you to remove your arm and look up at him in a panic, your wide eyes teary and glossy.
“I’m going to fuck Mommy now,” he let your breasts drop and he removed your shirt completely.
“Yes please, Choso please f-fuck me,” you babbled, calling him a good boy when he whined and tucked his burning face into your neck.
Well now you know that talking makes him flustered. You found it adorable, the way his ears went red and the blotchy patches of blush made the blood mark on his face stand out more. He radiated heat, his arms holding you tightly. Fuck you could feel his heart beating wildly, and you smiled, reaching up to pet him affectionately.
“Is okay,” you mumbled softly, “-don’t let it agitate you. They’re just words.”
He bit at your neck while his hands forced your legs as open as he could get them, his fingers then hooking onto the waistband of both your sweats and your panties. You moaned shakily, his nails raking against your ass as he slowly pulled your clothes down your thighs, teasing you again.
“They’re not just words,” he complained, “-they’re your words, your voice.”
“Choso,” you choked out his name, “-we don’t— h-have to speak i-if you don’wanna.”
“I like it Mommy, it makes me want to fuck you until you can’t speak properly anymore.”
You let out a whiny ‘fuck’ and further softened beneath him. Choso was nothing but awkward when it came to things like dirty talk. But the way his stuttered and breathy words were the exact opposite of his assured, rough touches, it was so hot you couldn’t help the way your insides leaked out more of your glossy arousal.
The curse didn’t even bother fully taking off your pants, he simply left them halfway down your thighs and quickly pumped two of his long, thick fingers inside of your twitching hole. He moaned alongside you, his breath condensing on your neck.
“Mommy you’re so wet and tight for me,” he panted, “-I can feel you squeezing my fingers so tightly.”
You trembled and gasped like a fucking virgin, Choso’s fingers were just so thick and satisfying, you couldn’t help but try and pull him further into you. The curse’s fingers were at least double the size of yours. He immediately began scissor-fucking you, your cunt letting out lewd squelching noises.
He loved tearing you down with just his hands— whenever he decided to just finger you he would always marvel at the webs of slick and cream stretching between his spread fingers. Choso loved it when his digits got all pruny and soaked, and he loved, loved, loved licking his fingers clean, even going as far as diving in between your legs and running his tongue between your folds just to suck it all straight from the source. He wouldn’t leave your cunt alone until you were sobbing and shaking uncontrollably, your poor pussy spent and sensitive.
Oh god and when he fucked you Choso always made sure to have you loose and relaxed, that way he could just hold you still and slip inside of you without having you struggle or whine out in pain. It meant by that point you’d already orgasmed once or twice, so you were already incoherent and on the verge of tears. The curse liked deep, hard—
Your train of thought was disrupted when you felt him slip in a third finger. The position he had you in made everything feel tighter, his fingers prying and forcing you open. Oh the moan you let out was so loud your neighbors probably heard it, but you couldn’t focus on that, not when Choso quickly found that spongy area that made you feel too many things.
“Oh my god—,” you wheezed, “-Choso, baby— f-fuck!”
He rubbed that patch of skin like he had all fucking night (he did), forcing you to wet yourself and your ass and his palm and your couch with your arousal. Your hips were twitching and jerking, your spine tingling as he just massaged and massaged your g-spot. The constant stimulation had you throbbing, your hands yanking at his hair as you cried out beneath him.
Choso groaned breathily as you tugged and forced him out of his hiding spot. You saw that his lips were parted and there were strings of drool connecting them, and his eyes were hazy, his eyebrows furrowed. He looked starved, and you pulled at his hair again just because you could, and he looked down at you.
“I’m gonna make Mommy come from just this,” he told you, “-gonna make her squirt.”
A wave of heat attacked your face and you whimpered when he trapped your legs between his neck and the couch. His fingers were still prodding at you, they were still slowly rubbing you to madness, and Choso looked so focused and in the moment.
His thumb then forced itself up your slit, and the pad of it bumped against your clit. It was like he had struck a gong inside of you, your body plagued with ripples of unbearable pleasure. That pleasure reverberated inside of you like the DVD symbol that bumped against the frame of a TV; and much like it Choso fucking edged you, playing your body so right and taking you up and up the slope of that mountain until you were sure you were gonna come— only for the fucker to miss and jerk you away from the edge.
“Pretty,” he mumbled, “-the…the faces you make.”
You groaned and tried to hide your flushed face, and he lurched forward, practically bending you in half as he pinned your wrists over the armrest of the couch with one hand. Your knees rested on his shoulder, and he was halfway off the couch, his fingers not once leaving your insides.
“I don’t like it when you hide,” he frowned, “-please don’t.”
Such a sucker for him, you thought to yourself, your glassy eyes glued onto his.
He then pulled out, smacked your ass, and yanked off your sweatpants. Before you could even process it Choso forced your legs open, like one was dangling off the couch and the other was pressed up against the back of it, and he stuck his fingers back inside. He rediscovered that patch inside of you, and the curse dug right up against it, his thumb prodding at your throbbing clit. It’s safe to say that you couldn’t think straight anymore, the rhythmic press of his fingers making you clench and pulse and push out more of that clear, gooey slick.
It didn’t help one bit when he leaned down to suck your tit into his mouth, he suctioned around it and you moaned, your head falling back against the couch. Then of course he decided to pump his fingers in and out of you, slow at first but then very fast, fast enough that you were stuttering incoherently and writhing beneath him.
It wasn’t long before you came, his fingers mid thrust when you burst at the seams and shuddered with orgasm. Your thighs shook violently and your hips twitched, and throughout it all Choso kept fingering you. Of course when it became too sensitive for him to jackhammer into you he pulled out and dragged his sticky fingers up and down your cunt. He let you catch your breath, his soaked index finger running past your pussy and rubbing insistent circles against your rim. He’d been focusing on that area a lot lately, so you knew it’d be coming sooner or later.
His mouth was still attached to your tit, his eyes half-lidded and dazed as he looked up at you with reverence. As soon as you could properly breathe again he forced his fingers into your cunt, his mouth leaving your breast as he trailed kisses down your tummy.
“You oughta squirt this time,” he told you as he nipped at your hip, “-or I’ll just keep fingering your pussy until you do.”
His voice was getting rougher and raspy, as if your orgasm had given him more confidence. He didn’t waste any time, and went straight to work, his tongue rolling out of his mouth to massage and flick at your clit. He kept his fingers moving, his pace random. The curse had you guessing, your thighs squeezing around his head as you nearly squealed from the stimulation. He let out a groan so guttural it sounded like it hurt, his eyes rolling back as if he was the one getting his pussy ate.
You were so sensitive you came once again way too quickly, sweat beading down your neck as the orgasm lapped at your nerves. It stole the breath from your lungs and you whimpered shakily, the sound small and strained.
“Hmph,” Choso grumbled as he forced your legs apart and looked down at your drooling cunt, “-you came again?”
“Uh huh,” you panted and trembled.
His large hand wrapped around your knee and he used his forearm to keep your thighs spread, his other hand spreading open your lips as he scrutinized you.
“You didn’t squirt,” he hissed.
“Well I can’t— I can’t really control that,” you said breathlessly.
His cheek twitched and he slipped his thumb into your hole, petting around your insides as if he was examining the quality of your pussy. When he pulled it back out he looked at the thick cream coating the nail, and to your embarrassment he stuck the digit into his mouth and moaned.
“You taste so good,” he mumbled more so to himself, “so, so delicious. I’m gonna fuck you into the couch,” he sighed and palmed at his bulge, “maybe you’ll squirt once I have my dick inside you.”
Too tired to respond verbally, you caught your breath and laid pliant on the couch for him, watching with bleary eyes as he pulled his pants halfway down his thighs. You could see that his boxers were wet, and he was very obviously hard. Christ you never got used to that size. You’d come enough times to be relaxed, but his girth had you groaning still, the way he teased you by feeding you the tip and then pulling out to rub up against your clit.
“Moan a little louder for me,” he told you, “-be a good Mommy.”
You didn’t have any snarky comebacks, not when you were so close to getting what you wanted. Choso sandwiched his dick in between your folds, making sure to lather himself properly. You didn’t beg or anything, you just bit your lip and shuddered every time he rubbed your clit. At the end of the day, he would never tease unless you asked him to.
Once he was finally coated, he repositioned himself, and looked down to where his tip met your entrance.
“Relax,” he murmured, “don’t squeeze.”
He slowly, very slowly, began to feed you his girth, his eyes caught by the way you stretched to fit him. You tried very hard not to squeeze, fighting the reflex as you yanked a pillow to your chest and hugged it tightly. It’s just that he was so big. All the prep he’d done didn’t stop you from feeling like he was stretching you wide open. While it didn’t hurt, it did make you squirm, your jaw dropped as you pulsed around him.
Choso pulled out to watch how your skin clamped around him like it didn’t want to let his cock go. He groaned softly, his thumb moving to rub up and down your labia, collecting some juices before he leaned over you and slid in a bit further.
“Move the pillow,” he whispered and pressed a kiss to your jaw, and when you did, he crooned out a small, “good Mommy.”
Christ you felt full, and he probably wasn’t even halfway in yet. Usually his cock made a pretty bulge, the curve of his length making it poke out right above your pelvis. Choso distractedly stared at your breasts as they moved with your every twitch, jerk, or breath, and the curse leaned down to suckle like he wanted you to breastfeed him.
It lulled you— made it unexpected when he slipped the rest of the way in, your toes curling and your jaw slackening in shock. He didn’t hurt you because his entry was so smooth, but it did push out the air from your lungs. The curse groaned around your tit, his hips grinding against you desperately.
“Mngh~,” he whimpered softly, his brows drawn together and his eyes glazed over, “So warm— Mommy’s so warm and wet. I could die like this.”
His thick fingers dug into the backs of your thighs, making sure you stayed still and spread open while he grinded away. It was fuckin awesome, your legs were shaking and he was latched onto your nipple like he was trying to coax milk out. You almost wanted to cuddle him like a momma would, maybe even sing him a lullaby or something. Then of course he unlatched and laid his cheek against the swell of your breast, his eyes ensnaring yours as you felt him slowly pull out.
“Does it feel good?” he asked gently as he turned to press kisses to your chest.
Choso then looked up at you with cat-like eyes, they were wide and nearly vulnerable as he slowly slid back into you, a small gasp tearing from your throat at the feel of him making space for himself inside of you. He was warming up, testing the friction as he awaited your answer, not yet fucking you senseless because he wanted his praise.
“It feels so good,” you assured him breathlessly, “I’m so proud of you Cho– oh baby you’re such a great boy.”
You didn’t think your half slurred words would have any effect on the man, but it’s like you twisted his winding key up until you couldn’t– because Choso moaned and hugged you, his forearms supporting your head. The curse got into position and kicked off his pants, his lips pressing sloppy kisses to your jaw and chin, slowly trailing up to your ear.
He gave you no warning, no indication as he just went at it and began thrusting into you. He hugged you tight, your head wrapped by his arms as your own clung to his shirt. You dug your fingernails into the fabric– ergo his skin, and he nearly suffocated you in his embrace as a result. But really who cared about breathing when your curse of a boyfriend/not boyfriend was busy drilling his thick cock into you, his thrusts languid but hard enough to make you squelch and drip fluid everywhere.
It didn't help that you were feeling overstimulated, you were already lightheaded enough from how difficult it was to breathe and he wasn’t making it any easier by fucking you like your cervix had personally offended him.
“Agh–,” he panted into your ear, “fuck– fuck such a tight cunt. Oh hell please squirt on my cock, please Mommy.”
You wanted to remind him that you couldn’t control that– but he was being so good to you, his pulsing dick was rubbing up against you in a way that made you clench with his every thrust, and the way he was raggedly breathing into your ear; you prayed to god and asked her to let you squirt for him.
However She had other plans for you, as Choso unwrapped one arm and used it to hold your hip. There was something about it that drove you crazy, the feeling of his thumb rubbing your pelvis in tight circles, his other fingers squeezing you tightly. His arm was flexed– you ducked your head to stare at the vein bulging from his bicep hehe. Or maybe it was the way he was pounding into you– with slow, hard pumps of his hips, or– or maybe it was how he was moaning into your ear, he was practically gasping for air. Whatever it was, you came again, your orgasm so mind shattering that you felt yourself go blank, your arms going weak and limp.
Choso didn’t notice this catharsis of an orgasm– he was too busy enjoying the way your walls tried to milk him. He moved his arms around your waist, holding you to him as he humped you desperately.
“Mmnh! Ah~ fuck,” he groaned and pressed sloppy kisses to your face, starting at your lips and trailing down your neck.
Everything was so warm, you felt gooey and your head was filled with water. You could feel him flexing as he hugged you, his hips twitching with restraint and his wet kisses leaving trails of spit down your collarbone. The curse didn’t need to tell you what he liked about you, he made it clear with the way he shook while he was thrusting inside you, with the way he unraveled one arm and squeezed your tit with his hand, his lips again wrapping around your nipple to suck.
His eyes were glazed over, glassy even— and he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky. Choso breathed through his nose as he basically tried to nurse from your breast, and he was making soft moans from the back of his throat, the noises sending reverberating waves through you. He looked as fucked out as you felt, pure bliss emanating from the both of you.
“I’m gonna c-come,” he stuttered as he drove harder into you, “gonna come inside— p-please, please Mommy?”
You wouldn’t have been able to say no even if you wanted to, your jaw was useless as it lay slack, as drool bubbled out of you. God you could only focus on his warm body, on the way he pried into you even as you squeezed, on the way he tongued at your nipple, his teeth scratching slightly as he hollowed out his cheeks. He was a whimpering mess, his eyes rolling back as he fucked in deep enough that you saw stars, his cock nudging (bruising) your cervix. You were also a whimpering mess, your fingers were digging into the couch cushion as you squirmed and shook uncontrollably. It felt like he was both edging and overwhelming you— it was like the feeling of pleasure was on the tip of your tongue, and you could nearly taste it.
However, a look of frustration crossed his eyes as he babbled on about you keeping still, and he nipped at your nipple hard enough to make you yelp as he pulled away with a pop.
“Stop moving,” he hissed, but didn’t let you respond as he folded you in half, his palms again on the backs of your knees.
He never once slipped out of you, and when he finally had you pinned still he kept on with his goal. This new angle…Christ it was like he’d jammed all of your buttons because all you could do was squeal and curl your toes. Ohh this was it. You could feel it, those little zaps that made you twitch and jerk every time he slammed into you. It was building this time, not in the way an orgasm would though.
It felt more like an intense pressure building inside of you. You felt full, so fucking full you couldn’t breathe, and the strain Choso was delivering onto your cunt wasn’t helping. The man was busy sliding into you, his head hung low as sweat dripped from his forehead and onto your own sweaty body.
There was a ringing in your ears, you were trembling and crying, gurgling out incoherent, broken words as your gasps got higher and higher pitched.
Choso noticed it of course, his eyes meeting yours, the recognition of what was about to happen registering in his head. A little grin made its way on his face, and his fingers dug into your legs as he kept that same pace and intensity.
“F-finally squirting huh?” He asked you as he rammed against your g-spot, “wet me— wet me Mommy,” he groaned breathlessly, “I can— I can feel you, you’re gonna gush aren’t you?”
He spoke in between moans and grunts, and he made you hold your own legs the way he had them. You adjusted and it only made things better for you, and his fingers pinched and tugged at your poor, abused nipples.
Ultimately you felt that pressure cap, you nearly spasmed off the couch as you moaned like a girl in a cheap porno and just burst at the seams. Choso thanked you like you just awarded him a prize, his face screwed up in pleasure as he felt you soak through everything in your vicinity. Because he didn’t stop fucking you even with your squirting, he splashed it everywhere— and hell you didn’t even have time to feel embarrassed because he had your attention.
Choso praised you to infinity, and he fucked you like he hated you. It kept your head off the fact that you probably needed a new couch. Why think about that when everything inside you felt wet and hot and sticky, when he was driving so deep into you you could feel your heartbeat stuttering?
You felt him cum, the curse’s spunk was always in excess— but like the monster he was he fucked you through it, until his come gooped out of you and made even more of a mess. There was a lot of it, there always was, and if he wasn’t busy frothing it with his desperate fucking you would’ve had time to enjoy that filled feeling. It’s like he couldn’t feel overstimulation, though the way he was nearly drooling told you he could still feel immense pleasure. Once that rush wore off he took your hands in his and pressed kisses to your palms, his thrusts slowing into something still unmanageable but not as mind numbing. He let you pull at his hair as he focused his mouth back onto your tits. He kept at it that way, but didn’t seem to find more pleasure like he’d wanted. You on the other hand, you were on cloud nine.
Then his eyes lit up and he pulled away completely, the callous way he slipped his dick out of you made you whimper and it dragged you back down to Earth. He moved you around a bit until your back was propped up against the armrest of the couch, and he shuffled up your body until his still hard dick plopped in between your boobs, his tip nudging at your lips.
He went silent and focused really hard, his hands cupping your breasts and pushing them together as he began to rut. He looked like he was on top of the world then, sliding in between your breasts with an almost gentle edge, his thumbs rubbing your nipples. Choso took the utmost care to not chafe or hurt you, and he further melted when you opened your mouth and let him glide up and down your tongue.
You looked up at him, watching his reactions as he reached his utopia, his come spurting all over your chest, neck, and face. That one was it, you could tell because he shuddered so hard it worried you.
You were utterly worn out, and he lifted you off the big ass puddle you made on the sofa. Choso himself felt unsteady as he stumbled into your bathroom and carefully set you into the bathtub.
He tried to clean you up but really he ended up licking his come off your boobs, his hands on your waist as he kissed and bit at your poor nipples. You didn’t bother stopping the man, he was soothing all the love bites with how languidly he lapped at your chest, and the stimulation was low enough that you could feel pleasure.
Honestly you felt worshiped and claimed, and when he finished with that he sensually tried to wash you up, your back against his chest as his fingers ran in between your folds, letting the warm water from the shower trickle and wash away all the bodily fluids. He scooped out whatever come was inside you, he ran his hands up your ass and trailed your curves as he lathered you in soap, he massaged your back and thumbed at the nape of your neck until you were moaning softly. By the end of it your legs were shaking so badly he had to hold you up, and when he took you to bed he pampered you with kisses before climbing in beside you and plopping face down onto your chest.
“Be my girl,” he grumbled awkwardly as you were on the verge of passing out.
“Of course Cho,” you yawned and combed your fingers through his hair.
“Sorry I waited so long to ask you to be mine,” his voice came out muffled as he spoke into your breast, “I was scared you’d say no.”
“Well I didn’t.”
“I know,” he cleared his throat, “thanks Mommy.”
***
Choso didn’t wait half a day before he broke the news to everyone of your relationship. Everyone had to pretend to be shocked— they’d assumed you two were together considering how… touchy the curse was. Besides, it isn’t like you ever tried to stop him, so of course they thought that you two had been exploring your relationship.