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Ever since you had first met Choso you’d been quietly hoping for something… more.
More than the few quiet moments shared between you, the soft brush of knuckles, lithe hands gripped around your arm during training. Hesitant, polite touches that were soft, chaste, apologetic.
But now, with the man finally below you, having shed his usual robe, all that muscled skin laid bare and blushing beneath you - you had to admit you were actually a little nervous.
Thankfully, Choso seemed to be fairing even worse than you were. He peered up at you with an awestruck expression, usually tired eyes open wide. His eyes moved slowly, blinks few and far between, as if he didn’t want to waste a single second of the view - though his gaze hardly strayed from your face.
His face was blushed a sweet cherry red, and you hadn’t even done much more than shed your clothes and climb atop him, hands splayed over his bare stomach, ass settled comfortably over his hips, still clad in his dark boxers.
“You can look you know. Don’t be shy.” You teased, wiggled your shoulders a little, knowing full well the way your bare chest jiggled responsively.
You felt Chosos breath catch beneath your hands, and despite his obvious restraint, his caramel eyes dipped down to track the new motion, and he let out a low whimper at the sight.
“Just relax.” You whispered, teased the tip of your pointer finger along the curves of his abs, feeling a prickle of goosebumps raise in the wake of your tracing.
Your eyes flickered to his face, and he flinched like a child caught doing something they shouldn’t, eyes once again fixed on yours.
“You’re still sure you want to do this?” You questioned.
And despite the desperate ache pooling between your thighs, you would put it all to rest this second if he asked you to.
Choso’s response came without a second thought, he nodded frantically up at you.
You chuckled, leaned forward to press your lips to his cheekbone in a chaste kiss, words curling hot over the shell of his ear.
“I need to hear a ‘yes’, baby.”
He honest to god shivered beneath you, hands flying up to grip at your waist, inadvertently nudging you forward against the outline that had slowly been growing between your spread thighs - pressing against his cotton boxers.
“Yes. Please, yes.” He croaked, still nodding frantically, his voice rough and low like he hadn’t used it yet today.
“That’s a good boy.” You pressed another soft kiss to his cheekbone before you straightened up.
You watched his adams apple bob as you leaned back, lifted your hips, hand snaking down to tease over his waistline, where dark spatter of neat hair dipped below the fabric.
Your fingers dipped beneath the elastic, hooked over the fabric to tug down and…
You sucked your lip between your teeth. Oh.
Not to say you’d expected him to be small, but the reality was borderline ridiculous. He was long, and thick, and pretty. You were a little proud to see he was already rock hard and weeping, tip drooling, blushed a needy red.
From the wide eyed, nervous expression he was fixing you with, you were sure he had no idea the kind of blessing he was gifted with.
“You’re beautiful, Cho’” You whispered, and he jolted beneath you when you captured him in your grasp, gave a few teasing pumps before you lined him up.
Choso moaned unashamedly when you first slipped him between your soaked folds, and you both gasped when he dipped inside, breached your entrance as you began to slide down, inch by inch until…
You froze about halfway, hands splayed over his lower abdomen, twitching beneath your palms as your nails dug lightly into his fevered skin.
Choso let out a sharp, breathy sound, hands tightening where they were grabbing desperately at your hips. He watched your face with wide eyes, frantically switching between your own, his brows knitted together.
You made a high, weak noise in your throat as you took another few inches inside, then stilled, lips parted in a slight pant.
You could feel his gaze on your face, watching the way your body tensed, brows crinkled, the way your face contorted in… pain? or was it?…
“You’re disappointed.” He figured, voice thick and laced in apology.
When you opened your eyes and peered down at him, you felt your chest tighten. He looked like a kicked puppy, trying his best to hide his upset.
You almost laughed, instead huffing out a half snort half sigh as you tried to relax back onto his hips, flush with his warm thighs, wincing a little.
“No, Cho’ it’s the opposite.” You breathed and shook your head, lashes fluttering closed as you took a moment to relish in the burn, the stretch.
“You’re just… big. Need a sec.”
Choso blinked slowly, thumbs pressing into the plump flesh of your hips as he considered your words.
“Oh…” He murmured, lips parted as he watched you adjust, little breathy sounds leaving him with each adjustment, hips twitching inadvertently in response.
“That’s a relief…” He swallowed thickly. “Because you feel really good.”
You moaned at that, and you must have tightened around him, because Choso’s head fell backward, dark hair splayed over the pale sheets.
You took a moment to admire the toned column of his bare throat, the way his sharp jaw clenched before you lifted yourself up a few inches and then pressed back down, engulfing him as you set a steady pace - bouncing on his cock.
Choso’s face softened, pink bitten lips parted as he watched you move through dark lowered lashes, pupils well and truly blown.
“S-o tight.. s-so warm…” He stuttered, fingers biting dark marks into your thighs, eyes flickering between watching where he was disappearing inside of you, and the way your bare breasts bounced in time with the rhythm of your hips.
You gulped. Half of you wanted to speed up, show him what a real good time was, draw some more of those pretty sounds out of him. But the realist part of you was wincing with each downward motion, each time he bumped an inch too deep, a deep ache blooming to life in your gut, peppered with little sharp sizzles of pain.
“Just wait a second.” You interrupted, hips slowing to a halt. “Gonna try something.”
Choso said nothing, but his grip on you loosened as you lifted your shaking hips from him, letting him slip entirely from you and instead lay weeping against the rivets of his stomach.
Conscious of the way your thighs were trembling, you threw a leg over his waist, switching positions until you were facing away from him.
You bit your lip not to whimper when you snaked your hand beneath you to guide him back inside, realising this angle was much the same as the reverse.
You were about to grit your teeth - lift yourself up and resume your bounce when you felt Choso’s warm hands slide up your waist, thumbs tracing little patterns into your lower back.
“Could you please sit up?” Came his soft request.
You paused for a moment, before shrugging and lifting yourself from him until just a few inches remained nestled inside, knees dipping into the mattress.
Without another word, Choso’s hips began to buck slowly, and you sighed in unexpected relief. At this new angle you found that he hit a perfect depth, kissing that sweet silky spot inside - just shy of too much.
You groaned, bent in half at the waist as little bursts of pleasure began to zip through you, fingers splayed over his toned thighs as you held on for dear life.
“Is that.. ah-… better?” Came his soft voice from behind, and you simply nodded wildly, gripped at the space above his knees as your eyes fluttered closed, relaxing to let him rut up into you.
“Yes Choso, fuck - that’s so good.”
He let out a strangled sound at that.
As if spurred by your praise, you felt his pace quicken, each stroke a little harder, a little deeper. But through the haze of pleasure washing over you - you couldn’t find it in yourself to be concerned.
You simply closed your eyes, relished in the sensation of him fucking you so sweetly. Body relaxed despite the way his thrusts seemed to be speeding up, creeping toward rough.
However, your brows did quirk in mild confusion when you felt his big hands grip tighter around your waist.
In the next breath you were moving. Tugged into an upright position, you found yourself kneeling before him, his solid form pressed to your back.
“Cho, what are you- Ah!” You cried out when he slipped back between your thighs, this time buried to the hilt, until his pelvis was flush with your tailbone.
Through the blaze of pleasure, you felt his arm snake around your throat, thick forearm coming to rest above your collarbone as he set a shockingly brutal pace.
“Ohmygod…” You whined when you realised he had you in a makeshift headlock.
Gone was the soft, sweet and restrained rolls of his hips, instead his thrusts were desperate - hips stuttering as he chased the pleasure nestled between your slippery thighs, each stroke clearing any coherent thought from your mind.
His chest pressed against your shoulders like a concrete wall, his grip over your throat had your back arching, pushing back down desperately to meet each of his steady thrusts, moaning out guttural little 'ah' sounds with each frantic roll of your hips.
Choso was gone. His lips parted, brushing against your skin as he licked and sucked at your throat, at the sensitive little strip of flesh behind your ear. Head craned to bury his nose in your wild hair and inhale.
“Mmmnsorry, wasn’t enough… Needed you. More of you, needed you closer…” He rambled between frantic kisses, sucking dark marks into your throat. Every press was hot and open mouthed, his teeth grazing skin like he was trying to devour you.
Your mouth opened and closed in muffled silence, trembling hand flying up to grip at his thick forearm like a lifeline, chin nestled in the valley between his bicep and forearm until your cheeks were smushed.
Your spare hand trailed down to your lower stomach, pressed into the bulge there to trace the outline of him, rutting up inside you.
“So deep Cho’…” You whimpered, fingers snaking further down to draw sloppy circles over your clit.
Choso groaned at that, sound muffled where his head was pressed so tight into the nape of your neck that you thought he might be trying to crawl inside.
“Ohgod… Please pleaseimsorryimso-“ He moaned, trailing off into a strangled cry, head bowed, buried in the crux of your shoulder.
His hips slapped haphazardly against the backside of your thighs before they stilled, pressed so hard you’re surprised it didn’t bruise as he buried himself inside, deep as he could manage.
You dove off the edge directly after him, hand stuttering in a frantic rub over your sopping cunt, clenching as you felt him begin to throb, hips twitching as he filled you.
As if turned boneless by his orgasm, Choso fell forward, taking you along with him until you were pressed into the mattress below - his limp body flung over you like a weighted blanket.
For a moment you both just lay in silence, sharing each others air, listening to both your pulses slow, little gasps filling the space between you as you twitched around him - still buried inside.
Choso was the first to break the comfortable silence.
“I’m so sorry.” He whispered into your ear, breath prickling the hair curled with sweat at the base of your neck. “I got carried away.”
You shook your head, laughed breathlessly as you hugged the pillow below you and settled into the plush mattress, eyes fluttering closed. Your voice came muffled, softened with the threat of sleep.
“Cho’, that was the best sex of my life.”