perv!choso x sleepy!reader who just can’t wait a second longer. (18+)
context: ┃MDNI┃sonmo, PIV, raw, fingering, slight mention of spanking, touching of cervix, creampie, mentions of pictures (consensual), switchy choso?, established relationship
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You had just finished your nightly routine—exhaustion settling into your bones, making every step feel heavier. The ache from the day had become typical. Your bedroom waited, quiet and empty, the bed practically calling your name. You hopped in bed and checked your phone one last time. No messages. No updates. Choso still wasn’t home. You sighed. It didn’t matter, you would see him in the morning anyway. Pulling the covers around you, you curled onto your side and let sleep pull you under.
You woke up to pressure against your back. A presence. Solid, warm. A familiar weight. Your eyelids were heavy as you struggled to make sense of the darkness, the room lit only by the soft amber glow of a nearby lamp. Heat simmered beneath your skin, not from the room but from something internal. Your heart rate was faster than it should've been, as well as your breathing, which had quickened.
One slid over your waist, between your legs. Fingers plunging in a back-and-forth motion. Rough. Slick. Fast. Leg hooked gently between yours, parting them. Your thighs welcomed him. A voice followed, barely above a whisper— low, careful, familiar enough to still your breath.
" 'm sorry you had to wait for me."
His chest was warm against your spine, the rise and fall of his breath syncing with yours. You could feel how hard he was. I mean, it was damn near piercing your lower back. You didn’t speak. Couldn’t, really. The moment felt too fragile. Too full of unexpressed thoughts. And still, you didn’t move away. His fingers splaying, then curled as though to memorize you all over again— your body, your shape, your anatomy.
You tried to stop yourself from making noise, but the squelching sounds coming from your cunt made your face burn. Your lips parting just barely, allowing faint mewls to crawl out.
Then he stopped. You quickly closed your mouth, pressing your lips together. You shifted your face slightly into the pillow, closing your eyes tightly. Why were you so scared of getting caught? It's not like you guys haven't talked about it before.
The pads of both his middle and ring fingers grazed a spot that made your breath catch, but he didn't press. Not yet. He exhaled through his nose, slow and quiet, as if testing whether the moment would hold if he dared to move.
"You're so warm," he murmured, voice rough with sleep or need—or both. "Still mine.."
The words landed like heat against your skin, their weight heavier than his touch. You felt the shift in him— his hips closer now, body molded to yours like a second skin.His lips pressed to the back of your neck—soft, reverent. Then again, a little lower.
That's when he pushed even further, his finger spreading, parting in two, inside your sticky walls. Your nose tickled against the pillowcase as you leaned further into it, biting your bottom lip with little force. You pushed the tips of your fingers into the mattress, gripping onto whatever you could. He slipped in and out at such a lively pace, it's like he practically wanted to wake you up. You were getting close. You felt your walls convulse around his fingers— the speed of your heart rate increasing, and thighs clenching slightly. With a few more pumps, your unavoidable release washed over you. Choso's breathing masked your own, helping you to let out a few subtle moans. He drew his fingers out, causing you to squirm. They were tacky— wet, and sappy. He brought them to his face, dragging his tongue on your sweet juices. "You taste so damn sweet.." You pulsated over nothing, hearing those words leave his lips.
His hand moved down to your leg, tracing over it once again, this time curving it, on the back of your knee—between your calf and thigh, steadily holding it up. He continued to trail wet kisses across your neck. He adjusted himself to where his tip was right at your entrance. He slowly pushed past your wet folds—the plush of your inner lips stretching around him. Your dripping cunt was struggling not to suck him right in. Your pussy was clamping around him so tight, he could break in half.
"Hahh, you're so damn t-tight"
You tried to relax to the best of your ability, but it felt impossible. With a few more grunts, Choso's head kissed your cervix. He stayed still for a couple of seconds, trying to catch his breath. He whimpered as his cock twitched inside you. And like someone had flipped, an on switch, he slammed himself into you repeatedly. It was vigorous. Once he started moving, he couldn't stop. The room overfilled with sounds of skin slapping against each other.
"Fuck—baby, I'm so sorry, I just couldn't wait any longer.." He said, his voice low and shaky. "I've been thinking about you all day. I went on so many bathroom breaks just to rub one out to the thought of you." You tried to stay quiet, though your body had a mind of its own. The feeling of you clench and throb around him made you want to squeeze around him even more.
"You remember those pictures—nghh, I took of you in that really pretty lingerie? You know, the really lacey ones..? I used them, and the thought of taking it off of you, over and over again—fuck!—put me into overdrive."
"I love you so much, you have no idea.." Your eyes started to roll to the back of your skull. He talked to you as if you were both having a conversation. You slowly tuned him out as he continued to ramble, all while he was ramming into you.
His lips brushed against your ear—lingering just long enough to make your breath catch. He seemed serious, almost... his voice deepened.
What. Your eyes widened. You snapped your head back with almost enough force to give you whiplash. You looked at him as if he had two heads.
"A-and didn't say anything..?!" You said in a hissed whisper.
“N-no.. I didn't know what to say. I didn’t mean for this to happen, I swear!—just needed you so badly,” he murmured, slurring his words with every rock in his hip. It was so painfully obvious that he was nearing his edge. You covered your mouth as he never slowed his tempo. Sometimes being intimate with Choso was debilitating. Not because he wouldn't deliver, but because he delivered way too much—and of course, you liked that, but that meant that even though he was close, he would still somehow make you cum ten more times before he ever let a single drop slip.
"Move your h-hand." He gripped your leg even firmer. His nails digging into your skin. Choso, being the complete whimpering mess that he is, still found a way to be the more assertive one. You removed your hand from your face, letting it fall onto the bed. Your other arm, supporting your weight, as your forearm leaned against the pillow. Out of nowhere, you felt dizzy and your vision dazed. You let your head slump onto your shoulders.
" 'M gonna fill you up so much—gonna be a week's worth. You want that?"
You nodded your head. Choso gave a smug look. "Can't fucking hear you, baby.. need you to use that pretty mouth of yours and—mhmm, speak."
You bit your lips, then let desperate, sharp moans out. "Y-yes, fuck— Choso please!"
"Please, what?" He asked, almost breathless.
You looked up at him, only to see him totally pussy whipped. You wanted to laugh, only you were in the same boat he was.
"Please Cho.. 'want you to fill me up until you can't anymore!.."
He smacked his hand onto your skin. The ripple causing you to flinch.
He pushed your leg closer into your side, increasing the force and speed of his thrust.
"You're so damn beautiful," He said, lightly pressing his body weight on you further.
"Hand. Here." His voice was husky, almost choking on every word, thick with emotion. He slid his hand over yours, grabbing a hold of it and positioning it on your thigh, where his was—forcing you to hold your upright leg. He cupped your cheek as he eagerly kissed you. Your tongues entangled with haste, twisting together in a frantic way that made it hard to breathe right. He swallowed the quiet, soft moans you let escape from your mouth. A thin string of saliva clung between your lips as he slowly pulled away.
"Cho, you're going too fast!" You pleaded with love-drunk, and somewhat broken moans. You scrunched your face slightly—furrowing your eyebrows, wrinkling your nose, pressing your lips together. Tears starting to well up in the outer corners of your eyes. "You're a big girl, you can take it, you can—ahgnn—fucking take it!-" He choked.
A white creamy coating began to form around the base of his cock. He was getting sloppy. You were getting restless. That familiar knot in your stomach was becoming more and more apparent.
Choso placed gentle kisses on your cheekbone, then your temple. He was bucking his hips in a more rugged motion. You reached up to touch his face, as he moved his hand to your leg. He buried his face into your neck. "I'm gonna!-" You moaned, already riding that train. You grabbed hold of his hair, leaning your head back. You gushed all over him. Your pussy fluids blanketing over his throbbing, hot length. Grinding your ass back into him as he kept going.
Heavy breaths surrounded the room. He wasn't too far behind.
"Cummin' !" He whimpered—jolts sent through his body. Squishing your body in on itself, as you both moaned. With a couple more thrusts, he was plastering his hot load into you—his breath, fanning over your neck.
You shuddered as he pulled out. Cum slowly seeped out of your succulent hole, onto your thigh. "Baby, I'm sorry.." He muttered into you. "For what..?" You said, still trying to catch your breath. He looked up at you.
"You..." Quiet filled the room as you paused.
"You can do it whenever you want, cho. You know that..." Your eyes stayed averted from his, feeling slightly embarrassed at your statement. His expression remained unreadable—blank, almost. Then, without warning, he reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling your attention to him. He was so close and his eyes were filled with such intensity, you couldn't look away, even if you wanted to.
"I wanna go again, then." His voice steadier and more certain than it had ever been before.
Before you could even speak, you felt his tip poke you in the small of your back. You gave a nervous smile—unsure of what you had just gotten yourself into.
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