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you first saw choso on twitch a few months ago because he was at the top of the valorant category with twenty thousand people watching him.
you clicked on the stream because, honestly, the thumbnail was a bait. why? because it was him wearing a black sando and his biceps were huge. huge as in it’s taking up half the frame every time he adjusted his mouse or headset.
you first thought he’d be one of those streamers who faked a high-energy personality for donations.
well, he wasn’t.
someone could donate fifty bucks and ask for a shoutout, but choso wouldn’t even look at the camera.
that type of move would make the chat go feral.
they loved how much he didn’t care. and honestly? you do too.
and as you kept watching, you realized he wasn’t just an eye candy. that was just a bonus, because he was a very efficient player, the type who didn’t tilt or shout on every death or on every clutch. he played with a calm strategy that made the game look easy for a pvp.
he was the exact opposite of you and naturally, that made you want to mess with him.
you started showing up in the chat every single night, right when the viewer count hit its peak. the chat was usually a mix of people asking for his settings or complaining about the rank reset. choso would answer them, but his voice would always be flat.
“crosshair is 1-4-2-2. no, i don’t use a mousepad,” he’d say, eyes glued to the screen.
then there was you. you weren’t there for the gameplay. you playfully made it weird. while everyone else was talking about his headshot percentage, you were in the comments saying things like:
“choso, do you think your biceps could fit around my neck, or should i measure them first?”
he didn't really pay attention at first, but at some point, you know he read your comments out of the corner of his eye. even when he is trying to get a headshot or when he is doing nothing at all.
a week later: “choso, look at the camera and tell me i’m a good girl.”
most streamers would’ve banned you, but choso just let the comments slide past.
for weeks, he ignored you. if you’re being a menace in the comments, he’d just look at the screen in a completely detached stare.
on a friday night, he was in the middle of a match on haven, clutching a 1v3. the chat was moving fast, excited and pressured at the same time about what’s gonna happen next. then, you dropped a comment: “choso, your hair looks so soft. i bet it feels even better gripped between my fingers.”
he finished the round with an ace then he leaned back and didn’t look at the game. instead, he looked at the chat monitor and stayed silent for a long time, just watching your username scroll by.
“you’re very loud tonight,” he pointed out knowingly.
the chat started moving a mile a minute, half of them were calling you out and the other half were cheering you on. choso ignored all of them and was only focused on what you’d say next.
that was how it officially started.
you kept pushing it every time he went live. you became a regular fixture in his peripheral vision and every time you dropped a suggestive comment, he’d give this slight tilt of his head.
he’d visibly scroll back through the chat, looking for your comment until he found your username. he’d stay there for a good five seconds just staring at the screen, even while his teammates were dying in the background.
“you again,“ he’d say. “you have a very vivid imagination."
after that, you didn’t back down. every night, you were there.
choso could be in the middle of a crucial 1v4, while the chat would be flying and screaming about the scoreboard or asking for his crosshair settings.
someone would donate and comment: “choso, what’s the play here?“ he wouldn’t even answer them.
but when you comment: “i wonder if you’re this focused when you’re pinned between my legs, or if i could finally make you lose your aim.“
he’d get the last kill, and while the “round won" banner flashes across the screen, he’d immediately lean toward his second monitor where his chat it to find our what type of menace are you today.
he wouldn’t even reload his gun in-game.
“between your legs," he’d repeat. he’s not even doing anything yet, yet that sends a shiver down your spine. he didn’t even look shocked anymore, by that short span of time, he got used to your constant flirting. “you have a lot of confidence for someone who’s just a name on a scroll."
it became a thing. he’d be playing, and you’d be relentless.
one night, he was adjusting his headset, making his biceps flex so hard the veins were popping under the skin of his arms.
the chat was asking about his workout routine. and you typed: “those arms look like they were made for holding someone down. do you use that much force on everything you touch, choso?“
he paused. he actually let his character stand in the middle of a doorway, totally exposed to the enemy and looked at the camera, narrowing his eyes.
“only when it’s necessary," he answered.
the chat would go absolutely insane, but choso didn’t care. he was only looking for your purple-colored username. even during the most intense clutches, when most streamers are screaming at their teammates, he was calm.
someone asked, “choso, how do you deal with toxic teammates?“ he didn’t even read it because he was reading your latest comment: “i’ve been a very bad girl in the chat tonight. what are you going to do about it?“
he leaned back , reached up and slowly untied one of his ponytails, shaking out his dark, stringy hair before tying it back up even tighter. he didn’t take his eyes off the monitor.
“i think you know what i’d do," he said.
it wasn’t a joke.
because he looked genuinely intrigued by how far you’d push him. “but i’m not going to say it here. there's too many witnesses."
so, being the thirsty girl that you are, you decided to stay until the very end of his stream.
it was almost 3am and the viewer count had finally dropped from twenty thousand to a couple hundred die hards. choso’s hair is lopsided now, a bit messy, and he was leaning back in his chair with his arms behind his head.
his biceps were still straining against that black sando, looking way too huge for someone who’d been sitting at a desk for six hours. as if playing the game was the workout itself for him.
“i’m out,” he muttered into the mic and briefly looked at the camera. “goodnight.”
he killed the stream and the screen went black.
you tossed your phone onto the bed, feeling that weird emptiness. you figured he’d just go to sleep and forget you existed until the next time you decided to be a problem in his chat.
then your phone buzzed.
you picked it up, expecting a notification from literally anyone else, but your heart actually skipped when you saw his verified handle at the top of your dms.
another truth is that you’d been sending him unhinged, thirsty messages for a month straigh. mostly jokes about his hands or what you’d do if he ever got you alone, but never even opened them. until now.
choso: you have a lot to say when there’s a crowd watching.
you stared at the screen for a second, then a grin slowly started spreading across your face. you typed back immediately.
you: oh, so you can read? i thought you were just pretty to look at.
choso: hard to ignore you. i looked at your profile tho. you play too? your clips aren’t bad.
you felt something electric creep up your neck. choso had no idea how much that affected you. it practically turned you out, like really? he visited/stalked your profile and even complimented your clips?
he had actually spent his post-stream cooldown stalking your page.
you: careful. keep talking like that and i’ll think you’re obsessed with me. and yeah, i play. i could probably carry you too.
choso: doubt it. play with me tomorrow. i want to see if you’re as loud in voice chat as you are in my dms.
this was the moment. you knew exactly how to push him.
you: but i don’t play for free. i’ve been staring at your arms for a month. i think i deserve a reward if i’m gonna carry you through a rank match.
choso: what do you want?
you: anything, maybe an abs pic? a real one. do that, and maybe i’ll consider joining your lobby.
the typing… bubbles appeared. then disappeared. then appeared again. your stomach was doing literally doing backflips.
it looked like you weren’t the only one rattled by that request.
choso: get on discord. if you win the first map, i’ll give you exactly what you’re looking for.
so you hopped on discord with 0 hesitation.
the second the call connected, you heard a long, heavy exhale. it wasn’t the sound of someone annoyed, rather it was the sound of a man trying to keep his cool. choso didn’t say anything for a few seconds.
“so,” he finally said. his voice was even deeper without the stream filters, it was grainy and calm… and private, like this tone is especially meant for your ears only. “you actually showed up.”
you laughed, clicking your mouse a few times to get settled. “you act like you didn’t want me here. where’s the lobby invite, big guy?”
“sending it now. we’re doing a 1v1 on ascent. first to ten,” he muttered. “if you win, you get the picture.”
you joined the game and it was just the two of you in the empty map. choso was playing chamber this time.
the moment the round started, the first few minutes were surprisingly quiet. you were both focused, but the tension in the call was insane.
every time you’d move, he was there. you also noticed he was playing slower than usual, almost like he was toying with you, watching how you moved.
“you’re idling,” he pointed out, though you didn’t know how he could tell cause you can’t spot him anywhere.
turns out, he had caught you in a crossfire as his crosshair is perfectly leveled at your head. but he didn’t shoot.
“i’m not shaking, i’m excited,” you shot back, trying to flick away. “don’t get cocky just because you have bigger arms than me.”
“thanks for the compliment,” he finally clicked.
headshot.
the score climbed to 9-9. it was supposed to be a chill game for you cause you literally asked for an abs pic half-joking.
and you didn’t expect him to take it seriously either.
you found yourself sweating and you thought all this better be worth it cause you’re working real hard for that abs picture of him.
you managed to plant the spike and hid behind a pillar while your heart was hammering against your ribs.
you heard his footsteps somewhere.
not because you’re observant enough, but because he wasn’t even hiding them.
“i know where you are,” he whispered into the mic. “give up. just ask nicely and maybe i’ll send it anyway.”
“never,” you countered.
you swung out, aiming for his head, but he was faster cause his aim was already on you this whole time.
another on point headshot.
then the screen turned gray. match over.
you sat back, letting out a frustrated groan. “good game, i guess?”
you heard a low, raspy sound from him this time. a real laugh.
it was only short, but it was there. and it made you feel things.
“you’re good,” choso said. you heard his chair creak, then the sound of fabric rustling. a second later, your phone buzzed on the desk.
you picked it up.
one, it was a photo.
two, it was a mirror selfie, taken in the dim light of his room.
three, his black sando was pulled up, gripped between his teeth, showing off sharp, cut abs and even giving you extra view of his deep v-line.
his other hand was holding the phone, showing the veins popping in his forearm.
choso: you lost. but i’m a man of my word.
“i thought i lost,” you whispered into the mic, staring at the screen.
“you did,” he answered. “the picture is a gift for giving me a good game.”
after that, it became a regular thing. he didn’t even have to ask anymore. whenever he finished his stream, he’d just drop a simple ‘get on’ in your dms, and you’d be there.
it was weird how quickly it became comfortable. you even get to learn his habits, like he wasn’t really cold and detached like what everyone saw on screen.
with you, he may be stoic, but he’s actually a gentleman, he’s caring, and he looks out for you most of the time.
“watch your left,” he’d mutter. “i’ve got you covered.”
it went on like that for weeks. a lot of late night calls, a lot of casual banter, and a lot of you teasing him until his ears turned red on stream.
like tonight, you guys had just finished a rough match and you were both tired, just sitting in the lobby in silence while listening to each other breathe.
“you’re quiet tonight,” he pointed out. “no smart comments?”
“i’m just thinking,” you said, leaning closer to your mic. “thinking about that picture you sent. and wondering if the rest of you is as solid as you look.”
the silence on his end was deafening. usually, he’d give a dry comeback, but this time, he let out a slow, shaky breath.
“you’re pushing it,” he whispered.
so after that night, things just kept escalating. it became your new normal: playing until our eyes burned, talking about everything and nothing.
his chat was still convinced that you were merely “gaming buddies” but the way he’d ignored a five hundred dollar donation just to hear you laugh told a different story.
then, a few days ago, you decided to test the waters outside of discord.
you posted a story on your private instagram. one of those mirror selfies where the lighting is just right, wearing something that left very little to the imagination.
choso didn’t comment, didn’t message you, he just liked it within two minutes and went radio silent.
you figured he was just being his usual stoic self, unphased and detached.
but when you were both in the middle of a slow match afterwards, choso cleared his throat out of nowhere and said…
“that thing you posted earlier,” he said. he sounded completely calm and his character wasn’t not even flinching as he held his crosshair steady. “the red looks good on you.”
you nearly choked on your drink. you didn’t think he’d actually bring it up, especially not while he was focused on a game.
“oh, so you were looking?” you teased with a smirk immediately growing on your face. “i thought you were too busy being a pro gamer to check my stories.”
“i have notifications on for you,” he casually said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“you screenshotted it, didn’t you? you wanted to keep it for later.” you leaned into the mic and whispered playfully.
there was a brief pause.
you expected him to deny it or get flustered like usual.
but you always underestimate choso, you almost forgot he can be as unhinged as you if he chose to be.
“maybe i did,” he answered. “it’s a good reference for when i’m not at my desk. what’s it to you?”
the sheer honesty of it caught you off guard. he wasn’t even trying to hide it.
“you’re so shameless,” you laughed, feeling the heat rise in your cheeks. “if you liked that one so much, you should’ve just asked. i can send you way more like that. stuff i’d never post for the public to see.”
you heard his mouse click stop.
his character just stood there in the middle of the map, completely still. the game was still going on around him, but he didn’t seem to care anymore.
“is that a promise?” he asked. but if you listen closer, he almost sounded desperate.
choso had logged off the stream and the game was over, but you both moved over to a private call. the clicking of his mouse stopped, and you heard the heavy rustle of him throwing himself onto his bed.
he was still on his phone, talking with his muffled voice against the pillow.
“you’re still talking,” he rasped huskily.
“it’s nice to keep talking when it gets a reaction out of you,” you whispered.
you were laying in your own bed, and the fabric of your underwear was rubbing against you. then, an idea popped up in your head. “besides, i’m actually wearing that set from my story right now. the red lace. i bet you’re staring at that screenshot again, aren’t you?”
you heard him change positions and the sheets rustled loudly in your ear. “maybe i am.”
you giggled from that. the thought of him giving you the reaction you want and need is actually making you wet right now.
“are you gonna jerk off to it later?” you teased. “just thinking about me while you’re all alone in that big bed? it’s okay if you do. honestly, the thought of you doing that... it makes me want to touch myself too.”
the silence on the other end was immediate, like he did not expect you to actually be blunt about touching yourself and stuff, and the only thing you can hear right now is his shaky breathing.
“you think this is a joke,” he muttered, sounding uncertain. he was trying to find the right words to say. you were overpowering him and can’t seem to get over it.
“then do something about it,” you provoked, your hand slipped down past the waistband of your panties. “are you doing it right now? are you touching yourself while you listen to me? because i’m doing it. i’m touching my pussy right now, choso. it’s wet, and all i can think about is your hands.”
then you heard a low groan from his end. “fuck,” he hissed. “you’re actually going to be the death of me.”
“tell me what you’re doing,” you whispered, as your fingers started moving faster. “i want to hear it. are you hard for me, choso?”
choso stopped answering for a full minute. so you just stopped talking and listened too.
then you heard it.
a wet, squelching sound coming right through the mic. he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore. he was breathing hard, in ragged exhales hitting and the sound of him stroking himself was so clear it made my head spin.
he was actually doing it.
choso, the guy who looked like he didn’t have a pulse on the stream, was losing his mind over you in the dark.
“that’s not fair,” you whispered shakily. “you’re sitting there listening to me and looking at my tits in that picture, and all i get is audio? i want to see too, choso.”
the squelching slowed down for a heartbeat. “what?” he rasped, his voice sounding completely wrecked.
“open your camera,” you said. even then, your fingers were still moving between your legs. “show me how you’re touching yourself for me. if you do, i’ll open mine and show you exactly what my pussy looks like while i’m thinking about you.”
you heard the rustle of sheets as he sat up. a second later, the discord video icon lit up.
there he was.
he was sitting back against his headboard, hair completely down, falling over his face in. he was shirtless, and his chest was glistening with a thin layer of sweat. the camera was angled down, showing one of his hands currently gripping his cock tightly, moving it up and down fast.
“ah.. fuck.” he moaned.
you didn’t say a word and just clicked your own camera on.
you were propped up on your pillows while your legs were spread wide. you had one hand pulled back to show off your breasts, purposely squeezing it for him making the red lace of the bra bend from your own touch, and the other hand was buried deep between your legs. you made sure he could see everything, especially the way your pussy was glistening and the way you were finger fucking yourself.
choso’s eyes went wide. he stopped breathing for a full three seconds.
“fuck,” he choked out. you noticed his grip tightening until his knuckles turned white. “you’re so much better than the pictures. you’re fucking perfect.”
he started moving again, faster now and more violent. he wasn’t looking at the ceiling anymore; he was staring right into the view you were giving him, watching you touch yourself as he stroked his own cock
you kept your eyes locked on him through the screen, your body was all itchy and sensitive as you spread your legs even wider. you used your free hand to pull your folds open, showing him how wet and swollen you were for him. choso’s eyes went dark as he watched you work yourself.
“ah... oh, choso, look,” you moaned, tossing your head against the pillow. you pushed three fingers deep inside, and the squelching sound from your end echoed in his. “it’s so hot. fuck, i wish these were your fingers. your thick fingers would feel so much nicer... ah!”
“fuck,” choso groaned, thumping his head back against the headboard.
his hand was moving so fast that it looked blurry on his cock, his muscles looked like they wanted to jump out of his chest and shoulders with every stroke. “ah, fuck, you’re so tight, i can see it. i want to be there. i want to stretch you out so bad.”
you let out a loud moan as you pumped your fingers in and out, rubbing your clit with your thumb too at the same damn time. “ah, ah, um, fuck! yes... do it, choso. stroke it for me. ah!”
the sound of his hand against himself got louder, wetter, and more desperate. he looked like a man possessed.
“i’m gonna... ah, fuck, i’m so close,” he rasped, he can barely say anything. he was so drowned in the pleasure that he felt like he’s about to lose his mind. he was just intently staring at your pussy on the screen like it was the only thing keeping him alive. “don’t stop. keep going. ah, ah... fuck!”
and you were losing it too, your toes curling and your body is tensing up as you hit your climax. you arched your back, trying to bury your fingers buried deeper as your pussy started throbbing your juices. “choso, ah—fuck, i’m gonna—ah!”
your body buckled and your hips were jerking uncontrollably as you started to squirt too much that the fluid hit your hand and the sheets.
you were shaking and involuntarily letting out messy gasps, but you kept your eyes on the screen because you didn’t want to miss him.
choso was right there with you, eyes rolled back slightly, and his face contorted in a way you’d never seen on stream. he was still stroking himself violently, almost desperate to cum.
“ah, fuck—” he groaned, a sound that came from the back of his throat. his body tensed up, and he arched his back off the bed as he finally came.
you watched as he pulsed. his cum hit his own abs and chest in thick, white arcs. you swore it was a religious experience. he was so fucking hot that you wanted to rub your clit from that sight alone even if you knew you were still sensitive.
“ah... ah... damn it.” he moaned through his orgasm.
he collapsed back against the pillows, chest heaving as he stared at the camera with hooded, blown-out eyes. he looked completely wrecked, his hair stuck to his forehead and his skin flushed. he stayed quiet for a long time, just watching you recover on the other side of the screen.
the second the call ended, you couldn’t handle the distance anymore. you were so needy for him, so you messaged him frantically, telling him your address and begging him to come over right now. you didn’t even care that it was the middle of the night.
an hour later, there was a knock at your door.
you opened it and there he was.
choso looked even bigger in person. that even when he’s not standing straight, he is still towering over you.
he looked tired, but before he could even say hello, you grabbed the front of his shirt and hauled him inside.
you didn’t waste a single second. the door hadn’t even clicked shut before you were all over him, your mouth crashing against his.
he tasted like that mint-flavored mouthwash and he was so soft inside. you groaned into the kiss, moving your hands to immediately roam over his chest, finally feeling the muscles through the fabric. it was exactly how you’d imagined it, hard and hot.
choso let out a low growl against your lips, as much as you’re frantically gobbling him up, he was doing the same thing. he wanted you so bad sa much as you do, and that’s why the kiss feels so fucking messy and addicting at the same time.
his large hand came up to grip your waist, lifting you nearly off your feet. you broke the kiss just long enough to start tugging at his clothes. your fingers were fumbling, desperate to get rid of anything between your hands and his muscles.
you pulled his hoodie over his head, tossing it somewhere behind you.
when your palms finally hit his bare chest and those massive biceps you’d stared at on your screen for weeks, you’ve wetted yourself. he was perfectly built, his skin is actually so smooth and his muscles were dense and unyielding.
“fuck,” you can’t help it, your hands slid down to the waistband of his pants. “you’re even better than the camera showed.”
honestly, the camera did him dirty. he looked ten times better in person.
choso didn’t say a word. he just let you have his way with him while his eyes were fixed on you as he let you strip him down. he was completely yours now. no chat, no stream, no screen, just the two of you. finally… and you were going to make sure he didn’t get a wink of sleep tonight.
you backed him up against the wall first, as you frantically finished stripping him, and then you started leading him toward the bedroom. you were busy gobbling him up and your mouth was all over his neck and jaw, tasting his skin and leaving marks everywhere, while his massive arms were wrapped around you for support.
he felt incredible. his body was solid and way heavier, warmer than you ever could have guessed from a twitch stream. every time your bare skin brushed against his, it felt like you were being electrocuted from the tension.
choso wasn’t just standing there, either. because while you were busy worshiping his chest and shoulders, his large hands were fumbling with your clothes, tugging at your top and sliding your underwear down your legs impatiently.
by the time you hit the edge of the mattress, you were both completely bare. you tumbled back onto the sheets, and he followed immediately. it was overwhelming in the best way.
choso didn’t hesitate.
he didn’t go for a round of soft talk or gentle kisses. he was too fucking hungry for you so instead, he crawled right between your legs, prying your thighs wide apart with both his hands.
you were still soaking wet and your pussy is still throbbing and sensitive from when you’d been fingering yourself on the call, and the cool air conditioning hitting your folds made you shiver.
“you’re still leaking for me,” he looked down at you with his long, dark hair falling forward to frame his face while his eyes are completely focused on what was between your legs.
“ah, choso... please,” you moaned, thumping your head back against the pillow.
he finally leaned down, hitting your wet skin with his hot breath before he buried his face in you. he started eating you out with a hunger that made your back arch off the bed instantly. “ah! um, fuck, choso! yes, right there!”
his tongue was thick and rough, swirling around your clit while his hands gripped your thighs so hard he was definitely going to leave marks. you looked down and saw his broad, muscular back tensing with every movement, and you couldn’t help yourself.
you reached down and gripped his hair, pulling him closer.
“fuck, you taste so much better than i imagined,” he muttered against your skin, your pussy muffling his voice. he looked up at you and his face is already glistening, eyes sleepy, then poking his tongue out to lick your juices scattered around his lips.
then he buried his face in you again, he swirled his tongue around your clit, teasing it by doing it in circular motion and by licking from the bottom of your opening to the top, caressing your clit all by his tongue.
you were crying out within seconds, rolling your eyes, salivating, and pulling your own hair because you didn’t know how to deal with the overwhelming pleasure.
meanwhile, choso was watching your reaction while he started sucking on your clit and pulling it into his mouth.
“ah! fuck, choso, please—ah!” you gasped, fingers digging into his shoulders.
at the same time, his massive hands reached up, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them hard. he was kneading the soft flesh, his thumbs flicking over your nipples while he continued to devour you down below. he was so drowned in the scent of you, and he didn’t care one bit. he looked like a man who had finally found exactly where he belonged.
“keep making those sounds for me.” he rumbled against your skin.
he didn’t give you a second to recover. while he kept sucking and pulling at your clit, he pulled down one hand from the ones squeezing your breasts and slid three of his thick fingers inside you.
the stretch was intense and given how big his fingers are, he filled you up completely, and you let out a strangled moan as you felt them curl upward, hitting that spot that made your toes curl.
“three fingers and you’re still so tight. ah, fuck.” he muttered, impressed by how well you’re taking him as he loosen you up.
he started moving them in a violent, hooking motion. he completely abandoned your breasts now, and is playing with your pussy now with his two hands.
he plied you open while he used his other hand to massage your clit. the sound was incredible and lewd. a wet, squelching that filled the quiet room.
“choso! ah, ah, i’m gonna—fuck!”
the squelching got louder as his fingers worked you ruthlessly. he didn’t slow down, instead he pushed harder. now with his tongue flicking fast against you until you finally snapped.
you let out a loud scream, arching your body as you squirted right against his face and chest.
“ah, ah, fuck... um, choso!” you sobbed, your body shaking with the force of it.
choso didn’t stay down there for long. he crawled up your body, pulling the weight of him to press you deep into the mattress. he was big, manly, solid, and smelled so fucking good with your cum mixed with his cologne or whatever he was wearing before coming over.
when he hovered over you, you finally saw it. his dick was thick, veiny, long, and intimidatingly big. it was glistening beautifully in the dim light of your room and it was even more impressive than the grainy discord video had led you to believe.
“fuck, you’re so big,” you whispered with trembling voice.
you should be terrified because that thing is a monster. it will definitely rip your pussy, but you didn’t care.
you reached down, wrapping your fingers around the base and you were the one who guided the head of his cock to your entrance. you were so ready, so swollen and dripping from what he’d just done to you, that you practically pulled him in.
"Ah, please, choso. fuck me now,” you begged.
he let out a low growl and slammed his full length into your pussy.
“ah!” you felt your walls squeeze him by the blinding pressure it gave.
the first thrust stretched you to your absolute limit, filling every inch of you. he didn’t give you time to adjust. he grabbed your hips with his large fingers digging into your skin to keep you in place, and started thrusting you consistently deep.
the sound in the room was filthy. just the constant, wet slapping of his skin against yours and the messy squelch of his thick cock sliding in and out of your pussy. he was fucking you desperately, biting his lips that he might be tasting blood off it now.
“ah, ah, choso! fuck, you’re so deep... um, yes!” you moaned curling your toes every time he buried his dick on your deepest part.
he leaned down and buried his face in the crook of your neck. “you wanted this,” he rasped. “you’ve been asking for this for a month. take all of it. ah, fuck, you're so tight…”
he increased the pace, his thrusts became more violent, targeting that one spot until your vision started to blur. he was hitting you so hard that your whole body was shaking, your breasts bouncing with the impact. you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper, wanting to feel every vein, every inch of him.
choso wasn’t done with you. not even close.
just as you were about to climax, he growled and folded you completely. he grabbed your legs, pushing your knees all the way back toward your shoulders in a brutal mating press that left you completely open for him.
“beautiful.” he rasped, staring intently at your pussy. “you’re shaking.”
he didn’t give you a choice. he lunged forward, sliding his big, thick dick back inside you in one heavy, punishing shove. because of the way you were folded, he was hitting you deeper than before, bottoming out against your cervix with every thrust. you let out a strangled moan as you felt every vein of him stretching you wide.
“ah! choso—fuck, it’s too deep... um, ah!”
he didn’t slow down, his chest completely turned red together with his nape and ear. he was drowning in pleasure. and your pussy gripping his dick tight in every thrust was the reason.
then, he used one hand to keep your legs pinned back, folding you, while his other hand reached down between your bodies. he immediately found your clit, and started grinding his thumb grinding into it roughly while he continued to hammer into you.
the friction was insane. the feeling of him filling you up so completely while his thumb toyed with you had you seeing stars. the room was filled with the sound of his heavy breathing and the messy, vulgar squelching of his cock sliding through your pussy.
“ah, ah, ah, fuck... yes, right there!” you sobbed, tossing your head back.
he leaned down and bit softly at your shoulder. “your pussy is squeezing me so fucking hard. ah... fuck, you’re so wet.”
he started moving even faster, his thrusts turned into violent jolts that had you screaming into the quiet of the room. he was rubbing your clit relentlessly, syncing the movement with every deep slam of his hips. you were a mess of sweat and moans, while your walls were clenching around him in desperate waves.
“i’m gonna—ah, choso! fuck, i’m coming again! ah, ah, ah!”
you felt your body go completely rigid, your vision blurring as that massive climax finally ripped through you. you were screaming, feeling your pussy walls clamp down on him, milking him with every desperate pulse.
choso lunged forward, crashing his mouth onto yours to swallow your moans. the kiss was messy. you were fighting for dominance by the means of it, all tongues and teeth and shared breath, while his body buckled over yours.
he didn’t just stop. as he started to come, he kept his weight heavy on you, his hand still crushing your legs back against your chest in that tight mating press.
his cock was pulsing violently inside you, and with every heavy pump of his load, he gave a shallow, shaky thrust, forcing himself even deeper to make sure you took every single drop.
“ah... ah... fuck,” he groaned into your mouth, swirling his tongue against yours while his hips jolted.
every time he pumped more into you, your whole body shook, your muscles twitching with the sheer heat of it. you could feel your pussy overflowing, the excess of him were even leaking out and coating the bed, but he wouldn’t let up.
he remained buried to the hilt, as his thick length twitched deep inside your womb as he emptied himself completely.
the kiss eventually slowed down, leaving both of you just gasping for air with your swollen lips. choso pulled back just an inch, as he rested his forehead against yours. he was still buried deep and still pulsing.
“mine,” he whispered. “you’re finally mine.”
he didn’t pull out. he just collapsed his heavy frame onto you, pinning you into the sheets with his sweat-slicked skin, and let out a long, shaky sigh of pure relief.