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Choso and you have been friends… forever, it seems like. Ever since you met in kindergarten, your paths seemed to always intertwine – from begging your parents to send you to the same primary school up to the moment you both became adults. It was only natural for your stupid heart to have formed a crush on the aloof boy.

Boy, because you talked yourself out of that crush when you both went to high school. Choso never seemed interested in you in that way, always avoiding topics of romance, crushes and whatnot. You suspected he was gay when in high school, the prettiest girl you had ever seen asked him out for homecoming, only for him to mumble a decline and a sorry before he essentially ran away. He spent that special day alone, at home.

That wasn’t the first pretty girl that tried to hit on him, only to be dryly shot down. Ever since you can remember, you were always that awkward childhood friend that hung around this cool, mysterious boy as prettier and prettier girls flocked to him. You watched as that awkward, bashful boy turned into a slightly less awkward, introverted man. And a part of you – even though you wanted him to be happy – was glad that he turned all those girls down. Even though you swore you were over that crush.

Fate had it that you both were accepted into the same college, into the same major. It was a few cities away from your shared hometown. You both were shut-ins to some extent, so it was a no-brainer choice for you to rent an apartment together. Just because neither of you wanted to deal with living with roommates that you barely knew.

Choso was the perfect roommate – you expected that already from your countless sleepovers. He’s always had a quiet, calm demeanor. Never one to party or trash your shared space. Always clean and nice to look at.

While in high school, he was still skinny as a twig. Or maybe, it was those oversized sweaters or sweatshirts that he would always wear, hiding his physique. They could never hide his height – being a head taller than you – or the broadness of his shoulders. So, you’ve never really seen his body when he grew into that quiet, reserved man.

Imagine your surprise when he was a little more comfortable at home. Usually, he would wear just some baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt. But they always had you staring – at his surprisingly toned, strong arms or the curve of his… yeah… His muscles surprised you the first few times you saw them because you never imagined someone so sickly-looking, so tired, to have such a strong physique. Did he finally start eating well?

You’d catch yourself glancing at him too long, mentally scolding yourself for being such a pervert. He’s your best friend for God’s sake! What would he think of you if he knew your thoughts?

It took you a month to accept that your crush had resurfaced. You tried distracting yourself by going on random dates but you always left disappointed because they were never him. Never the quiet, black-haired man that was always so sweet to you. Always willing to help you out and never expecting anything in return. Always one to make you laugh.

When you moved in, it only intensified. He would pamper you. And you were like twins, understanding each other without words. He sensed when you were having trouble moving something heavy in your room during one of your first days at the new apartment, coming in to the rescue. You could only stare as those arm muscles of his tensed so deliciously, wanting nothing more than to touch them.

But Choso was never touchy. Especially with you. Maybe when he was still a kid but as you both grew older, his hugs or even pokes turned non-existent. Even when you wanted to watch a movie or something in your shared space, he’d always awkwardly sit at the other end of the sofa – sometimes playing with his twin buns, readjusting the bands on them constantly; nervously.

You should probably give him more space.

It never really occurred to you how strange it was that things that you knew you placed on lower shelves, somehow ended up higher than you could reach. Choso swore it wasn’t him and he was never one to lie. House elves, it must have been.

He always came to rescue when you couldn’t reach something. As you would stand on your tip-toes, wanting to deal with your predicament on your own to stop bothering the poor man, he would appear like a knight in shining armor. Always standing just a little too close, making you press into the counter as he reached above you. He would retreat quickly after handing you the item, disappearing back into his room.

Today, was another one of those days when you tried to fight your loneliness. You had gone on yet another date, only for it to – you guessed it – end in disaster. The guy was a chauvinistic asshole and if not for your social awkwardness, you would have cursed him out right in that stupid restaurant he took you to. But you only managed to excuse yourself to the bathroom before running away and blocking his number.

You walked home, looking and smelling so pretty, kicking your shoes off and huffing. The door shut just a little too loudly and you cursed quietly. It was late and you worried that you had woken up your roommate. His sleeping habits were poor as is and you always felt guilty when he seemed to be up because of you. He would always assure you that he didn’t mind while yawning his head off.

“You okay?” Choso’s voice called out to you from the living room. It was smooth, always calm and deep.

You sighed in relief; temples throbbing from your earlier annoyance. You shuffled over to the living room, lazily tossing your bag onto the floor to be retrieved later.

There he was – your best friend that you had an uncurable crush on. Sat on the couch, his knees close to his chest and a book in his hands. His hair was disheveled, tied up even more messily than usual. He was wearing what he always wore when at home – sweatpants and a t-shirt. His dark, beady eyes were sunken; purple circles under them. He was looking up at you; gaze never leaving your form that was dressed so nicely.

But not for him.

“Cool as a cucumber.” You chuckled, plopping down on the couch. Not next to him but on the other end. How he preferred it.

“How was your date?” His voice was quiet; dark eyes with a hopeful glint in them as he studied your expression.

Your face twisted into a scowl and you scoffed. “Terrible. That guy turned out to be a complete prick.” Remembering the things he said only made your blood boil more. “Seriously, I go on so many dates and all of those men are such assholes. Why can’t they be more like… like you, you know?” You blurted out, not even realizing the connotations of your words in your angered state.

But Choso noticed. His tired eyes widened; a sheer blush spreading over his pale cheeks. His long fingers played with his book, mindlessly picking at the cover. He averted his gaze from you. He knew that if he didn’t, you’d finally catch him staring at your neck when you threw your head back.

“Like me?” He mumbled; his voice barely audible.

Your own eyes widened, head snapping to the side as you stared at him. You raised your arms defensively, stammering over your words. “N-not like that! Sorry, it probably sounded weird.” You fumbled with the material of your clothes as your face heated up. “Sorry, I’m probably just tired and not making any sense.”

You awkwardly rose up from the couch, not even daring to look at your roommate – who had his sharp nose buried in his book. “I’ll probably watch an episode of some drama then go to sleep. Good night, Choso.” You stated quickly, desperate to already get going and hide away from the man.

Just as your foot stepped out into the hallway, about to lead you to your room, you heard your name being quietly called from the living room. You caught yourself on a nearby wall, looking over your shoulder. Choso’s head was turned in your direction but he was looking anywhere but at you. As usual, unable to hold eye contact only with you.

“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrow when he didn’t say anything at first.

“C-Can I tell you something?”

Did he just… stutter? You’ve never heard him do that. Not even when he had to reject someone. He was always calm.

“Sure, what is it?” You turned around, facing the man who seemed to sink more and more into the cushions.

“I…” He looked down. There was a tense moment of silence when you just stood there, frozen in place and just waiting for him to say something. The delusional part of your brain was hoping that maybe somehow, your feelings for him were finally being reciprocated. “Ah, it’s not that important.” He rubbed his eyes, using it as a distraction from looking at you. “You should get some sleep.” He picked up his book, forcing his gaze onto it even though his heart was beating so fast right now that the letters were blending together.

“Uh, yeah…” You said, a little confused. Maybe even disappointed. “You too, Cho. You look awful.”

He let out a small, barely audible laugh. “Thanks.”

Smiling to yourself, you retreated back to your room. It was another one of those sour goodbyes he left you with when you went to sleep alone. You sometimes wondered what it would be like to fall asleep, wrapped in your best friend’s arms. Would he hold you tightly? Would he be warm? Would his chest and stomach feel as toned as his arms looked?

You shook your head, chasing the thoughts away. You’d just have to hug your pillow throughout the night again. Besides, your bed wasn’t very big. You doubted Choso would find it comfortable, given his size.

Sighing, you changed into more comfortable clothes – tossing your going-out outfit onto the floor and walking over it. Like stomping on the memory of that guy’s stupid face. Now in just a pair of shorts and an oversized tee (that you sometimes liked to imagine was one of Choso’s, much to your embarrassment), you plopped down onto your bed. After opening your laptop, you sunk into the mattress, gluing your eyes to the screen and trying to forget about your roommate’s existence.

Not even five minutes into the series you’ve decided on watching, there was a quiet knock at your door. You stilled, unsure whether you heard right. Why would he want something from you at this hour?

“Yeah?” You called out after a moment of silence.

“Can I come in?” It was definitely Choso. He sounded like he was worried.

What was he worried about? Did something happen? You, yourself started worrying, sitting up straighter in your bed and shutting off your laptop before placing it at a nearby nightstand.

“Sure,” Before you could say another thing, the door was already open. “What’s up?” You looked up at your best friend who was standing in the doorway.

It always amazed you how tall he grew; his frame filling the open doorway. He seemed… out of breath. His eyes were open wide and was that… blush on his face? Was he sweating? Something was seriously wrong.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Your voice was soft, feigning clear concern for your friend. “Did something happen?” You crawled to the edge of the bed, wanting to get a better look at him.

To that, he stiffened even more. He gulped before his mouth opened just a tiny bit, letting him swallow a few more breaths of air. Finally, he stumbled into your room, closing the door behind him. As if there was anyone in the apartment besides the two of you.

“Seriously, Cho. You’re starting to worry me.” You propped yourself up on your palms, still looking up at him from the comfort of your bed.

“Don’t… Stop looking at me like that.” He covered his mouth, rubbing at it in an attempt to calm himself. “I really need to tell you something. And I need you to hear me out before you freak out.” He was stumbling over his words, now nervously playing with the hem of his shirt as he stared right at you.

He was dead serious.

“Oh, God. Did you murder someone?” You gasped, covering your mouth.

“What? Of course not!” That seemed to somehow break him out of that panicked state. If it were any other situation, he would have given you another one of those quiet laughs of his that made your heart flutter. “We’ve been friends since we were very little, right?” He started, taking a step closer to your bed.

“Yeah?” You raised your eyebrow questioningly, unsure why he would want to bring your friendship up suddenly. Was his secret really that terrible that he needed to make sure you were on his side?

As you saw him move to sit next to you, you instinctively tried to move to give him his space. But you were already at the edge of your bed and he sat right next to you, pressing his side against yours. Warm. He was warm. He smelled softly of laundry detergent and copper.

“I’ve always hated seeing you go on those dates…” His gaze fell onto the pile of clothes that were left on the floor, stomped by you. “And after what you’ve said today…” He grabbed his chin, rubbing it before letting his hand flop to his lap. He was fidgety. “Well…”

God, he was driving you mad with his stuttering and cutting himself off. If he wanted to say something rude about your dating life then he should just state it outright. ‘I think you should just give up’ or something along the lines.

“I’ve been in love with you for probably… I can’t even tell how long.” His gaze fell to his lap, where he was now playing with his sweatpants’ thick material.

The silence in your small room was deafening and the atmosphere thick. Your ears were ringing as your eyes slowly widened. All this time…

“I’m sorry. This probably made you uncomfortable.” He sounded resigned as he attempted to stand up and retreat quickly, sparing himself anymore shame.

But before he could run, your hand shot up. You gripped onto his strong forearm, for the first time able to feel his muscles. His warm, soft, pale skin. He looked down at you, eyes open in bewilderment. You tugged and he plopped back down, staring at you.

“You don’t even know how long I’ve dreamt of hearing you say this. Probably since primary school, to be honest.” You smiled at him sheepishly; your thumb now rubbing gentle circles on his forearm. You looked down, unable to hold eye contact.

It felt sort of… pathetic. You suffered so much because you were in your head, thinking that he might reject you and end your friendship. Well, it’s not like he gave you any signals that he liked you back. He was always better at hiding things.

“What?” His surprise was real, unfiltered. His hands twitched in his lap, long fingers inching to touch you but he held himself back. “But you’ve been going on all those dates and-“

“Yeah, that’s because I’ve been trying to get over you.” You cut him off, finally looking up at him. His face actually had color now; cheeks flushed pink. His eyes were open wide and his flushed lips were ajar. He looked so pretty. “But it’s been really difficult ever since we moved in… Why didn’t you say anything?” You turned to face him more, your other hand now grabbing his other arm. It felt so surreal to be able to touch him.

You asked but you already knew the answer. He was probably the same as you. After all, you grew up together. He was probably as scared as you were of rejection. And while he rejected everyone that tried to get close, you actively tortured him with your dates and failed relationships that didn’t even have a proper start. You felt awful that you hadn’t noticed it sooner.

Choso’s dark eyes met yours. His fingers twitched in his lap again as he licked his lips. He was pondering something and before you could inquire if everything was okay – because he was that silent – he spoke in that quiet, deep voice of his.

“I’m sorry.”

More warmth overwhelmed you as your friend’s hands wrapped around your upper arms. They were so big and so hot. His body – so much larger than yours – moved closer towards you and before you could say anything, his lips were on yours. His kiss started gentle, as if he wasn’t sure if he even could be touching you like this. But when you reciprocated, melting into his large and warm hands, he got all the confirmation he needed.

The bed creaked as you were pushed down, lying flat against the mattress. Choso’s mouth never left yours, now getting more confident as he kissed you almost hungrily. One of his hands slid under your head, pressing against it to stop you from moving away.

Not that you’d ever want to.

The smell of fresh laundry and copper got stronger.

His other hand moved down to your waist, squeezing that particular ticklish spot that made your heart flutter and your body twitch. His warm body almost laid atop yours and you welcomed him, wrapping your arms around his broad back and pulling him closer.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered again before pressing his lips against yours once more.

The kiss was long and desperate. It was like all those pent-up emotions finally erupted and your roommate couldn’t control himself any longer. His grip on you was strong, like he was afraid of letting you go. Your head was spinning and you didn’t know if it was because of the lack of air or the overwhelming feelings nearly flooding out of you.

Your eyes welled with tears but not of sadness or regret. You were so, so happy that you could die. Even if your lungs begged for air – as the kiss lasted and Choso was sloppy – you refused to let him go.

When he squeezed your side again, you couldn’t help but let out a gasp. He took that as his opportunity to slip his tongue inside your mouth, deepening the kiss. He was so desperate and hungry. If he could, he would devour you whole. His hand got bolder and while one still cradled your head, the other slid under your shirt. His fingers twitched against your waist as if unsure if this was even real.

So many years of dreaming of this exact moment. You thought he was probably asexual or something. But every damn night, like clockwork, he would imagine touching you the exact way you were right now. He would get hard just thinking of being able to touch your soft skin. He wanted to lick, suck and bite every inch of your flesh – marking you as his for everyone to see.

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He finally broke off the kiss, letting you take a sharp gasp for air. A small line of saliva connected your lips as his forehead rested against yours and you just breathed against each other, looking into each other’s eyes.

“Why…” You took another sharp breath, trying your best to cover up the fact that you were probably soaked by now. It didn’t help that your lifelong crush was pressed against you, making you worry that somehow, your increasing wetness would rub off on him. “Why do you keep apologizing?” You let out a breathless laugh, overwhelmed with happiness.

He was so cute. Even though he grew so big and handsome, you knew him so well. There was a small smile on his lips – that nonchalant, childlike smile – and he laughed as well. His fingers ghosted over your side, making you writhe beneath him and giggle.

In that moment, you felt something poke your stomach. You stilled, peering up at him carefully. You thought that he would jump up, embarrassed and stammering. Hell, you’ve never seen him get this… excited. You have always thought of him as reserved and calm. He gave you no reason to think otherwise.

Goosebumps tightened your skin as Choso shimmied lower just slightly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His loud, labored breathing was right next to your ears, sending shivers down your spine. He began leaving gentle, wet kisses along the sensitive skin of your neck, making you squirm underneath him. You whined, pushing at his shoulders instinctively as he focused on one spot, sucking and gently biting on it.

“I can’t stop myself…” He rasped after releasing your skin with a soft pop. “Fuck, I wanted this for so long.” His voice was whiny; his hands now moving up and down your sides, slowly lifting your shirt more and more.

Before you could answer, his soft lips were on your neck again. You tensed when his teeth grazed the wet, reddened skin. He teased, nipping at it softly but never actually breaking the flesh. Your hand tangled in his soft hair as you brought him closer.

You wanted him to bite you. You wanted everything he could give you and to give him everything you had. Not even realizing it, your hips were grinding against his, chasing just that little bit of friction that his clothed erection provided you with. In response, his breaths were interrupted by an occasional whine as he joined your desperate movements.

“Choso!” You gasped when he finally – deliberately – thrust his hardness right into your pussy. It was so hot and so hard. You could feel it even through the layers of material.

The room was so small and so stuffy. Your clothes clung to you and you wanted – needed – them off. You needed to see him. You’ve been imagining what he looked like now, with the tiny amount of body you could see every day.

“You smell so nice…” He whined in your ear, giving it a small nip. “I need more.” With that, he forced himself to move away for just a moment. For just a bit.

He lifted himself just enough to take your shirt off, nearly ripping it in his eagerness. But he was trying to be gentle. Even though his fingers twitched to just squeeze you. Even though his teeth wanted to sink into your flesh, you were someone to be treasured. Oh, but when you squirmed underneath him – your hands reaching up to pull him back down because you couldn’t stand being away from him – he could barely control himself.

Your hands gripped the hem of his shirt, trying to pull it up. Choso understood you immediately – like he usually did with most things – and grabbed the collar, pulling the garment off and throwing it somewhere behind him. You could see very little in this position but you could definitely feel how hard and toned his chest was. How his stomach clearly had abs that pressed into your soft flesh.

He moved lower – his bulge rubbing down your stomach – as he pressed light kisses down your neck, to your collarbone, to your breasts. His eyes fixed on them for a moment and you could almost see the hunger behind his eyes.

“You’re so pretty.” His voice was barely a whisper before he lowered his mouth, taking one of your nipples into it.

Your back arched as he sucked on it while his large and warm hand wrapped around the other. He moaned lowly, sending vibrations up your spine. In response, your fingers found their way back to his hair, messing up his hairstyle even more. While one of your nipples was wrapped with his hot mouth, constantly teased by either his tongue or his gentle bites, the other was cold and pebbled while he just squeezed your breast.

As he released your nipple out of his mouth – it instantly hardening because of the wet saliva on it and the lack of his warmth – he looked up at you with wide eyes. His breaths only seemed more ragged. The hand on your breast squeezed just slightly harder, never to the point of pain but definitely to the point at which you could clearly see he was barely holding himself back.

“You’re pretty too.” You smiled sweetly, petting his tangled hair.

A low whine rumbled from your friend’s chest. His mouth pressed in a thin line and he looked away; face gaining a red hue. He whined – this time a little more audible – burying his face in the valley between your breasts.

“Stop…” He grumbled; his hot breath fanning against your sensitive skin.

You giggled at his bashfulness. Even in this situation, he was still trying to hide his embarrassment – very poorly because you could feel how hot his face was against your skin.

While you continued to just pet his hair – something which you wanted to do every time you saw him playing with it – his hands slid down your torso, once again pressing against your sides. Without so much as a warning, he dug his fingers into your flesh, making you try to squirm away while laughing loudly.

Choso grinned against your flesh, holding you down with just his bodyweight as he continued to tickle you. You writhed beneath him, pushing playfully at his shoulders while laughing until you were out of breath. His fingers finally stopped, now just running along your sides teasingly while you still let out small giggles, shaking slightly.

“I love your laugh.” He finally lifted his head, resting his chin on your chest as he finally looked up at you. He was still definitely flustered but now that he has gained some control back, his confidence also returned. “I can’t wait to hear what other sounds you can make.” A small smirk appeared on his face – something you saw extremely rarely.

It was your turn to avert your eyes and mumble a bashful ‘stop’. You knew he had a mischievous side to him as on a rare occasion – back when you were younger – you’d prank each other ruthlessly. And he was always better than you at it. But you thought he grew out of it. And you never thought he would act like this right now.

“Can you lift your hips up a little?” He gave you an almost pleading look; his hands sliding underneath you and gently squeezing your butt.

You obliged, your own hands moving to cover your mouth to stifle any embarrassing sounds you might make. You cringed as your shorts were moved – the wetness covering them clinging to your skin before being pulled away. Choso quickly tossed the garment to the floor, rendering you completely naked and vulnerable to him.

Cold air fanned against your flushed skin as he sat up, moving lower. And when nothing happened, you peeked down just in time to see your friend squeezing your thighs. Your soft flesh spilled between his fingers as he gently kneaded it, pulling your legs apart slowly. You shuddered when your glistening pussy was finally exposed to him, cold from the lack of cover.

“Beautiful…” He mumbled barely audibly, still softly massaging your thighs as he stared right at your core.

You started to squirm, uncomfortable with his incessant staring. But it was so easy for him to just hold you down and to take his time. It was clear that he needed to steady himself as you were finally able to see the bulge in his sweatpants. It tented the material; a little wet spot right at the most stretched point. His toned chest rose up and down as his breathing was heavy once again.

Before you could even start to wonder how big he was under his clothes, Choso moved again. His hands were still squeezing your thighs as he laid on his stomach; his face just inches away from your pussy. You could feel his breath on your skin.

“W-Wait!” You couldn’t take the embarrassment anymore. It was one thing to have done all that with him, but now your best friend was just inches away from the most sensitive part of you.

A part that you didn’t let anyone see besides him.

He looked up with the most hungry, most pleading and desperate look you’ve ever seen on another person. It was as if you were holding back a starved man from his meal – and you might as well have been. His tongue flicked over his lips, warm and wet and desperate to just taste you.

“Please…” His voice came out low and strained. Your heart fluttered as your hand gripped your mouth just a bit tighter. “Please, I don’t think I can hold myself back.” His hips twitched lower as just the mere sight of you was quickly chipping away at his self-restraint.

His tone was so needy and you were so embarrassed. But one look into your crush’s pleading eyes had you dripping even more; your pussy twitching and just begging to be touched by your only love.

You couldn’t bring yourself to form any words as you felt that your voice might break if you spoke. Instead, you just nodded, forcing your trembling thighs just a little more open as a sign that you did want this. Of course you wanted it – most of your life. But your insecurities were strong and difficult to get over, even when the man you treasured so dearly looked at you with nothing but love and desire.

A small gasp was caught by your hand as Choso’s tongue prodded teasingly – so gently – at your wet folds. You saw as his open eyes almost rolled back into his head and suddenly, he was devouring you. His strong arms moved up; hands on your hips and holding you down as you bucked into, then away from his mouth. His tongue was so warm and wet, going from circling your clit to moving down your folds to lap up the most of your juices.

His silky, tangled hair was tickling your thighs as his fingers dug more into your hips. His self-control was now next to none as his hold on you strengthened – his grip almost bruising. But you dared not to stop him, especially since you couldn’t. Your trembling hands shot down, fingers tangling in his hair once more and pulling him even closer to your pussy. He obliged with a happy moan, sending vibrations up your spine while his mouth engulfed your mound.

You had imagined this exact situation one too many times. You always felt bad afterwards, thinking that your frigid friend would never want to do something like this. Even when you started living together, those fantasies persisted. You couldn’t look him in the eyes when you would meet him in the kitchen in the morning.

But now, his tongue was lapping up your juices even better than whatever you had imagined. His fingers squeezed, then eased their hold, then squeezed again. He got more vocal, moaning probably the same as you while he tried to get even closer to your pussy. His sharp nose nudged your clit as he dove down to taste you. Then, it rested atop your mound as he focused on teasing your nub almost to the point of discomfort. Almost. To that perfect point when you were an overstimulated mess, losing control over yourself and just grinding against his face.

He got you so messy, so quickly. It was no wonder that when his lips wrapped around your hard clit and he sucked – letting out such embarrassing, slurping noises – you came right on his awaiting tongue. Even when your hips bucked into his face and your fingers dug into his scalp painfully, he didn’t stop licking and sucking. Even when you moaned and cried out, and your thighs squeezed his head tightly, he just couldn’t get enough of you.

Finally, after your legs began trembling and you were a sweaty, wet mess beneath him, he reluctantly stopped. Almost breathless, he pulled away, obscenely licking his lips to savor every drop he could get. You laid there, gasping for air and so unbelievably heavy.

“Mmm…” Choso purred, nuzzling his cheek into your thigh. His fingers traced soothing circles over your bruised skin. “I’ve wondered how you’d taste…” His eyelids fell while he just kept his head pressed against your thigh, breathing against your core.

You couldn’t bring yourself to even move. You could just lay there – red as a tomato – breathing heavily along with him. Your eyes never met his, searching for something to hang onto instead.

“You okay?” He rasped; his hand moving across your pelvis. “Can I touch you more?” His question was rushed and eager. His fingers just itched to feel your delicate skin on them.

“You’re… not done yet?” You finally looked back at him; your heart fluttering as you saw him looking up pleadingly at you, his pupils blown wide.

Choso let out a small laugh. His warm breath on your delicate skin made you tense.

“With you, I could do this all night.” He smiled sweetly, his fingers still twitching towards your core. He was holding himself back, now that his hunger was sated – even if just for a little bit.

God, you’d have to get back at him for embarrassing you so many times tonight. One time, you even managed to do it but now it seemed like he ate your brain out. And even when you tried to form a coherent sentence, a loud whine left your mouth instead when his thumb grazed over your swollen clit. Your hips trembled, trying to buck away from his overstimulating hand.

He was still looking up at you, studying your dumbified expression. When he tried prodding at you again, your hips bucked into his hand instead. He grinned that lopsided, cute grin of his before focusing back on your soaked pussy.

Choso moved his head from your thigh; his face once again close to your folds. But this time, he wanted to do something different. He knew – or at least hoped – that you didn’t have sex with any of the men you went on dates with. And with what he had in his pants – which was almost painfully throbbing – he had to get you ready properly. He just loved you too much to rush this and end up accidentally hurting you.

No, this had to be perfect.

Choso bit his lip while his pointer finger gathered the wetness spread around your folds. You trembled slightly as he grazed your sensitive nub accidentally. Then, you felt him probing your entrance – right where he teased with his tongue just a few moments ago.

Slowly and gently, he slid his digit inside. It didn’t stretch you but it definitely felt much bigger and longer than your own. He was so much bigger.

As you looked down at him, you saw his thin eyebrows furrowed. You could feel the twitch of his finger inside you before he slowly pulled out halfway only to slide it back in. This didn’t feel like what you could do yourself. This felt so much better. It was an entirely new experience. He left your poor, sensitive clit alone – thankfully – focusing on your hole only.

And you found yourself moving your hips against his hand, trying to get more of his finger inside. It felt so good to have him inside your most precious part and you couldn’t wait to take more. You wanted – you needed – him to claim you like this. It was only for him.

“Cho…” You managed to duke out. Your eyes were lidded as you gripped onto the sheets with your sweaty palms; hips lifting slightly to chase his finger when he pulled out halfway yet again. “More… Please.”

Choso’s eyebrows twitched and so did his lips. He was trying so hard to take it slow and gentle but every time you made a sound, it chipped away at his self-control. He wanted to be inside you so badly. To make a mess of you, to kiss and bite and mark you all over. He wanted to become one with you and never let you go.

“Fuck…” He rasped, immediately fulfilling your wish and adding another finger into your awaiting hole. He trembled as you squeezed him just slightly – just enough to let him imagine how it would feel like to have his cock deep inside you. “You don’t even know what you do to me.”

With another finger added, you started to feel pleasantly full. It still wasn’t nearly enough but his gentle thrusting seemed to soothe the ache and want inside you well enough. You welcomed him when he moved the rest of his body back up, propping himself on his elbow while his hand still remained near your pussy – his fingers squelching inside of it.

He didn’t let you hear those embarrassing sounds that your body made when his lips were back on your ear, neck and shoulder – kissing messily. Once again, he was starting to lose it. His fingers picked up pace and changed angle, now scissoring and curling and just stretching you out for him. His hot, wet lips moved along your shoulder; teeth nipping at the sweaty skin.

Your hands were on his back, your fingers digging into his hard muscles. Just when did he manage to get this physique? You never saw him working out.

Your thoughts were drained out of your brain when his long digits found a spot inside you that you were never able to reach. Your loud, high-pitched moan and the grind of your hips confirmed to your friend that he had indeed found your g-spot.

From that moment on, he got even rougher and messier. Your juices were flowing out of you while he pumped and curled his fingers, hitting that spongy spot repeatedly. Your back was starting to hurt but you couldn’t control your body – it arching and writhing in rhythm with his touch. His heavy, hot breath fanned against your wet neck.

Just when your hips bucked against his hand and you were so close to release again, you felt a dull yet sharp pain in your shoulder. The shock didn’t even register fully when your pussy clenched around Choso’s fingers and you came again with a loud squeal. There was a puddle of your own juices beneath your ass and now, there were spots of blood right under your shoulder.

Sharp gasps left your mouth; fingers digging painfully into your friend’s back as he licked up your blood eagerly, moaning right into your ear. You trembled from the pleasure combined with pain. Each of his licks on your new wound – and each of his delicious low moans and whines in your ear – made your pussy throb around his fingers.

Your heart felt like it was about to burst out of your chest. Despite the fact that he bit you, and that you were supposed to be in pain and cry, and scream – you could only feel overwhelming love and joy. Maybe it was because you were so drunk on pleasure but you found yourself cradling his head and pulling him closer to the wound as he happily licked at your blood.

When he finally pulled his lips away from it, he left a sore, red spot on your shoulder. It was bound to bruise and you’d wear that mark with utmost pride. He looked at you with those wide pupils of his and his lips still stained with just a bit of your blood.

“I’m sorry.” He breathed and you could smell the copper strongly now. “I can’t get a hold of myself when I touch you.” He had the most apologetic; most sad-puppy look on his face you had ever seen on him.

You giggled, not even wincing when you felt a jolt of pain from your fresh injury.

“It’s okay.” You were still petting his hair; the situation not so different from just a moment ago. “I don’t mind if you get a little rough.”

Choso’s mouth pressed into a thin line once again. But this time, he didn’t bury his face in your chest to hide his blush – even though he was clearly flustered. Instead, he moved back to kneeling between your legs. Slowly, he slipped his fingers out of you. You gasped when that pleasant fullness was taken away, leaving your pussy clenching greedily around nothing.

With a mortified expression, you watched the man bring those long fingers of his up to his face, not even hesitating before licking your essence off them. It was such a lewd sight – especially since you could see the tent in his sweatpants and that the wet spot had gotten bigger. And even though it was so mortifying to see him do this, you were now far too worked up to look away. Your pussy clenched again, begging to be finally filled.

“Choso…” You started, staring down at him with the most pleading face you could muster. You couldn’t bring yourself to reach down and actually spread your folds for him, so you resorted to just invitingly opening your thighs more. “I need you inside me. Please.” You begged.

And he wasn’t one to deny you. He couldn’t.

Choso moved quickly, tugging at the waistband of his sweatpants. He was so desperate to have the garment finally off of him as it was constricting him so much. It was suffocating.

A loud sigh of relief left his mouth when he tugged his pants down. His cock sprung free; so hard that it smacked against his muscular stomach and actually stayed up, close to it. There was already a string of precum steadily dripping from the engorged tip.

You stared at it in awe and slight fear. You imagined it was big from the outline but this was a size you’ve never witnessed. Well, you’ve never seen one in real life but even in porn. He was not only long but girthy. He was pale – paler than his face which got just a bit of sun whenever he went outside – and you could clearly see the protruding veins all along the length. And his skin there looked so delicate and soft, making your mouth water at just the sight.

Maybe another time. You couldn’t even fathom that this was real and definitely not the last time you two were doing this.

Choso bit his lip, humming lowly deep in his throat as he placed his hand on his cock. His thumb swiped the tip, collecting some of the clear liquid that actively dripped from it. He spread some of that wetness onto his length, giving it a few, shallow pumps with his fist.

You watched all that, feeling yourself dripping as well. Your pussy still clenched and opened, begging and inviting him in. You wanted that delicious-looking, big thing inside you. You would die if he didn’t fuck you.

As if sensing your thoughts, Choso shuffled even closer. His pelvis was almost touching yours as he first pressed down on his cock, making it lay on your stomach. You hissed at the feeling – his length being so much hotter than you imagined.

And you both watched it twitch against your skin.

And you both were mesmerized by the sight.

Like this, you could see exactly how much of him would go inside you – where exactly he would go deepest and by the look of it, he would go deep. That sticky, clear liquid dripped from the tip right under your bellybutton. You bit your lip, just imagining how it would feel to welcome him inside.

You both were impatient. While your hips softly moved up, trying to somehow get him inside you, Choso’s hips softly grinded back and forth, chasing friction. When he finally couldn’t take it anymore – having taken in the sight of his cock pressed against your soft stomach – he finally moved. He grabbed his dick, now sliding it between your wet folds, coating it with your juices.

You gasped as you felt it clearly twitch against you. You could almost feel the blood rushing in those veins that rigged it. Your friend was in no better state – whining lowly and biting his lip almost to the point of drawing blood.

His jaw clenched as he reluctantly stilled, looking up at you with those pleading, needy eyes of his. In this moment, his face had the most color it probably had ever had.

“Can I…?” His hips twitched eagerly.

You were nodding before your brain could even form a proper response. To this, Choso’s gaze went back to where the two of you were about to be connected. His warm hand grabbed one of your hips again; fingers immediately digging into your soft skin. With his other hand, he grabbed his twitching cock and pressed it against your hollow, awaiting entrance.

You bit the inside of your cheek, trying not to let out any sounds of discomfort when he began his slow stretch. You didn’t want him to hear this because you still wanted him inside you so badly – and you knew that if you showed any signs of pain, he would torture himself and stop.

So, you bore with the stinging stretch, feeling your walls quickly suck him in. It didn’t hurt as much as you expected it to – barely, even. The feeling was just… strange. New. But definitely not unwelcome.

Choso’s mouth opened, letting you hear his short breaths. One of his hands still held your hip while the other laid gently atop your stomach – covering a big part of it. His eyes fluttered open when his hips finally slotted against yours and his cock now sat snugly in your pussy. It felt like the leaking tip was right up against your cervix.

“Fuck…” He opened his mouth more, letting out a gasp while his dick twitched inside you. “You’re taking it… so well.” He took another sharp breath in before smiling softly as his hand pressed into your stomach. “Feel it?” He grinned more when you whined – indeed feeling exactly where his cock was.

He could not believe that your tiny – because you were always smaller than him – body took him in without a hitch. Your walls fluttered and clung to him but you were nothing more but relaxed. Even though he was so big, you could feel nothing but want and desire, and-

“Cho!” You called out his name; your arms flying open as he pulled out halfway. Your pussy tried to cling to him, desperate to be kept full of him. You wanted to be full of him and never empty again.

He gasped out your name when he thrust forward, almost falling on top of you again. He needed to be close. His cock inside you wasn’t enough – he had to devour you, mark you, make you only his.

Holding himself up on trembling forearms, his chest pressed against yours and he grinded his hips forward. His cock moved back and forth through your walls – first gentle and slow yet with each of your moans, he got more desperate. More primal. And he didn’t hold his voice back, moaning right back into your ear.

You were trembling yet so hot at the same time. Your legs seemed to have a mind of their own as they spread wider, wanting to take even more of him inside you. His fingers tangled in your hair as he buried his face into the crook of your neck. He slid his cock out only halfway at most because it pained him to be outside.

Your fingers moved to his back. You could feel crescent-shaped marks and scratches on it and with each grind or roll of his hips, you only added more. He didn’t stay indebted to you for long as his lips found the bite mark he had created; his hot tongue tracing over your inflamed skin and making you shudder even more.

“God, I love you.” He whimpered in your ear, not even letting you respond when he thrust forward hard enough to make the bed creak. “I love you so much.” He kept breathlessly repeating how much he loved you, kissing your skin, pulling your hair and fucking you so well.

“Mmh, fuck!” You cried out when his teeth sunk into your flesh again. Your nails scratched his pale back to the point of drawing blood yourself – slowly painting the sheets with it. It felt so good.

Your pussy clenched around his cock with each lick at your new mark. Your legs were trembling again and your hips were hurting dully from how your back arched. Soon, Choso sped up even more. His breaths on your skin turned to loud moans instead as he quickly fucked you into the headboard, cradling your head in his hands and pulling you as close as he could.

And all the while, his pelvis kept rubbing against your swollen, sensitive clit. You cried out each time he thrust forward; your stomach unbelievably tense and almost bulging with how he filled you.

Your friend moved his head from the crook of your neck, quickly capturing your mouth in a hungry kiss. It was wet and it tasted like copper, and it took your breath away. Your eyes rolled back and your hips snapped up. With a low moan that he quickly swallowed, you trembled beneath him when you came. For just a second, your vision went black and you thought that you might actually pass out from the mind-numbing, overwhelming pleasure.

Choso didn’t hold out for long after that. He had already held out most of your lives. His lips left yours and you whined at the loss of contact. One final time, he bit your other shoulder as his hips snapped forward. You could feel his cock bulging your stomach from the inside while it twitched, spurting out ropes of hot cum that made you feel like you were about to melt right there, in his arms.

“You’re so good to me.” He whimpered; his hips twitching as the last of his seed flowed into your awaiting walls. “So good…” He laid his head on your shoulder, breathing heavily.

His body – which was already large and heavy on its own – sunk into yours, crushing you.

“Choso…” You struggled out; weak and trembling hands pressing at his broad shoulders. “You’re crushing me…” You wheezed.

He shook, chuckling right into your shoulder before reluctantly moving, giving you just a little bit of space when he propped himself up on his elbows again. His sweaty face hung above yours and he just stared, smiling like an idiot.

“I love you.” His sweaty hand gently cupped your cheek, caressing it lightly.

You couldn’t fight off the goofy smile that stretched across your face. Your hand moved up to cup his cheek the same as he did yours. It hurt your shoulder but you didn’t care. This pain was good. It was his.

“I love you too.”

You stayed like this for what seemed like a long time – yet it couldn’t have been even ten seconds – just staring and smiling at each other like two idiots in love. Choso was the first to break eye contact as his hips moved back. You gasped, feeling as your tired pussy still clung to him.

Finally, he was out. You shivered when your hole was left empty and cold; his cum now slowly leaking out of it. With a grunt, your friend fell to his side; his arms maneuvering you easily to pull you into a tight embrace. Your back pressed against his strong chest while his sharp nose nuzzled into your hair.

“I’m sorry for biting you.” He mumbled.

Now that the situation wasn’t so heated, he seemed to be back to his old self. He hid his surely blushing face away from you, squeezing you tightly to prevent you from looking over your shoulder. Or maybe he just liked to hug this way. You wanted to squeeze the life out of him as well, now that he opened up to you.

“It’s fine.” You breathed out, unable to stop smiling. Your hand wrapped around one of his forearms, rubbing gentle circles into it with your thumb. “I liked it.”

Choso whined lowly behind you, nuzzling more into your hair. You loved this part of him.

You loved him. Forever and always.

You no longer had to deny it.