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If you had to name the thing that you loved the most about your boyfriend, of course you would struggle. How could you name just one thing about him that you loved above all else? There was so much of him to adore. Though, certainly in the top five, was just how much Choso loved eating you out. He ate like he was born to do it, even when you’d first gotten together and he was clumsy and inexperienced. His enthusiasm always made up for his lack of experience, but nowadays he had both in spades, and he could make you fall apart with little effort. That would never stop him savouring his meal though, drawing out your pleasure just to taste you for longer, to enjoy the sounds that you made for him and the way you clutched his hair. He didn’t even to do it to tease you, you weren’t sure that Choso had a teasing bone in his body when it came to your pleasure, he just truly never wanted it to end once he started licking through your folds and drinking your juices.
“Look at all that mess.” Came your breathy voice as you came down from your second orgasm on Choso’s tongue, and though he pulled away as you signalled, the way he was eagerly licking his lips told you he was prepared to give you at least one more. He’d eat you out forever if you let him, you were fairly sure. “All wet, Cho.” You cooed, knowing your words had hit their mark when it seemed like all the blood his body could spare (see: the blood not in his achingly hard cock) rushed to his cheeks and coloured them a deep red.
“I’m not..”
“Oh, but you are. You always are, pup. You make such a pretty mess when I let you taste me.” You’d learned how to toe the line with Choso, what was on the right or wrong side of degredation. He didn’t like to be insulted outright, but when those little comments were sandwiched in with your soft voice and gentle praise it made him flush just right, made his cock twitch and leak all the more.
Beneath Choso, as there always was, was a dark puddle of wetness that he’d left behind. He’d often lay there rutting into the mattress while he ate you out, never quite chasing his own orgasm but unable to stop himself just from grinding that little bit for the relief he needed so direly. He leaked like a fountain. Really, it was like nothing you’d seen before, he leaked enough pre that you were sure you could bottle it if only you tried. It matched how needy he was for you, made him only look more perfect under the warm bedroom light as his pale skin flushed pink and glistened with sweat and that pretty slick all over his cock.
That was when you had an idea.
“You want one more, baby?” You asked him gently, parting your legs just slightly wider to welcome him back. Choso didn’t bother replying verbally, just dove back into your pussy like he was prepared to lose himself in it entirely. Once again, you were sure that if he could then he would. Though the pleasure he gave you was certainly distracting, you used the time he was occupied to begin creating a plan. Just a little something that had popped into your mind and would be perfect, something you knew for sure that he enjoyed with that little extra twist.
Choso wrung your pleasure out of you quickly, without hesitation, fingers digging into your hips and nose pressed against your clit as he speared his tongue into your hole. He moaned when he tasted your cum, the pretty cream you released only for him, he always did. You carded fingers through his hair, gently pulling away those little space buns he loved so much. They were practical when he was going down on you, but they’d only be in the way for what you had in mind next.
“So good for me, pup.” You murmured, guiding him upwards so you could kiss him softly. Choso leaned into your kiss like he was starving for it, his face still coated with your juices and his own saliva, so you didn’t realise immediately that he was also crying. Gentle thumbs wiped away his tears, (colour) nails dragging along his face, careful not to leave any redness in their wake.
“Overwhelmed?” You whispered against his nose, pressing a reverant kiss to the black marking there.
“Just.. like tasting you.” He replied, words mumbled, bordering on unintelligable.
“I know. Do you need to stop?” You gave him a moment to consider, even as he immediately shook his head to deny it. He didn’t want to stop, he never did, even when he needed to.
“Words, pup.”
“No. I’m okay.” His words were just about steady enough to convince you.
You guided him to swap places with you, his back resting against the soft sheets, hair falling in a halo around his head on the fluffy pillow. Choso looked up at you, eyes heavy lidded and pupils blown with lust. It took every ounce of your restraint not to just lower yourself onto his cock and milk him, because he always moaned so prettily for you when he got to feel the warmth of your walls clench around him. No, tonight you had a plan.
“I’ll be right back.” You promised him, a soft kiss pressed to his knee as assurance, and Choso knew what that meant. You only ever left the bed after starting for one reason - you were going to grab the strap. His cock twitched, brows raising just slightly with his interest, eyes following your bare backside as you padded away to the closet where you kept the small box of toys. It took no time at all to grab what you wanted and return to him, and in his excitement to let you fuck him, he didn’t notice what was missing.
“Do you trust me?” You asked Choso, hand smoothing over his bare thigh downwards, then nails leaving red lines in their wake on the way back up just to watch the goosebumps erupt over his skin.
“Ye- yeah. Always.” He confirmed with a quick, eager nod. You knew that, but you always preferred to check in. To make sure he was fully on board. For a while, you simply remained knelt between his spread thighs, toying gently with his cock with an amused smile. His little mewls were a very special song reserved for your ears only, resulting from his prolonged denial that he’d given to himself, but you wouldn’t want it any other way. He was your perfect, sweet little pet and you reveled in that, in the fact that he let you do this to him, that he trusted you so completely for it. But that wasn’t your goal, no, you had something else in mind.
With two fingers, nails scratching over his abdomen and through his happy trail if only to watch his back arch and muscles tense, you gathered the precum he’d leaked over himself and dragged it downwards, past his balls, and to his puckered hole. He gasped softly, still not entirely processing what was going to happen just yet. But he’d figure it out. You gathered some more slick, then did it again, slowly building the slickness around his rim until it was enough to slide a single finger inside of him.
Choso gasped, arched, shuddered, eyes flicking down to you slightly wide as he realised what you were doing.
“Wait-”
“Who needs lube, hm pup? You make enough all by yourself.” You cooed with a little smirk, working your finger deeper inside him inch just a little at a time, until your knuckle was pressed against his rim. He was always the most squirmy with the first finger, acting as if he’d never taken your fingers before each time. You used your free hand to gently stroke his cock, pairing pleasure with the mild discomfort, and to make sure he was still leaking for you so that when you pulled back to add a second finger, you had plenty of his wetness to use to ease the way.
You worked like that slowly, until he had four of your fingers slowly working him open, spreading to prepare him for the purple strap he loved so much. His favourite colour, and it was the one that felt best - he was lucky like that. You reached for the nightstand to finally grab some lube just for the final stretch, to make sure it didn’t hurt him because you’d never want to do that, but Choso stopped you.
“What is it?” You asked softly, using your clean hand to gently cup his cheek.
“Don’t- don’t use the lube, please Miss.” He mumbled, eyes pleading with you just as much as his wrecked voice.
“You want to keep this all natural, pup?” You asked, partly out of pure arousal and partly to double check you understood what he was asking for.
“Y-Yeah..” he confirmed with a small, nervous nod. And who were you to deny him? You took some time working him up some more, making his pretty, flushed prick leak to help lube your strap, before you finally lined up to his hole. You didn’t ask if he was ready, you didn’t have a chance, Choso planted his feet and rocked up into you and the tip of the toy pushed past his rim without resistance.
“Naughty pup,” you lightly scolded, slapping his thigh, “what have I told you about being impatient?”
“Not.. not to be.” He panted, eyes brimming with tears all over again.
“And what are you being?”
“Impatient, Miss.”
“What do we do to pups who are impatient, Choso?” You asked, looking down at him with a small frown.
“Please Miss-”
“It’s too late for that, baby. Now tell me. What do we do to impatient pups?”
“D-Deny them.” You hummed softly, watching as his hole eagerly clenched around the tip of your strap, and slowly the writhing began. He had been desperate before you’d even started fingering him, and now? He was so far beyond. His lip quivered, his abdomen periodically tensed, his fingers fisting the sheets beneath him.
“Are you going to be my good little pup, Cho?” You asked softly, voice like honey and poison.
“Y-yes Miss- please.. I’ll be good.” You gently eased his legs further apart and then backwards, pushing his knees to his chest, your body following to press your breasts against the backs of his thighs. He gasped and moaned as the new position nudged the strap slightly deeper, biting down on his lip until blood was drawn with the force of the resistance needed not to roll his hips to take more of the toy.
“So my boy can be good, hm? You don’t need teaching, you’re just disobedient.” You mused, looking down just to watch the way it made his cock jerk.
“I’m sorry Miss.” He whined, tears rolling down his cheeks anew, his desperation driving him above all else.
While you did enjoy playing with him like this, driving him to the brink of insanity with his deep need for you, you weren’t sure you could ever truly deny him. Not forever. He was to sweet, too gentle, too entirely yours for you to risk damaging him. So, you began to move slowly. You’d deny him just once before you allowed him the release he so obviously needed.
Choso was always a picture of perfection when he let you do this, spreading for you so beautifully, sweat making his skin sheen and muscles rippling. His moans could compete with choruses of angels, the way his breath would catch when he attempted to say your name and lost the shape of the sounds to his mouth falling open to an ‘o’ when he keened in response to your strap softly kissing his prostate. Despite knowing what was coming, Choso lost himself in the pleasure, in the feel of you filling him so perfectly and rocking into him just the way he liked. It was hard not to, really. But, it all came to an end too soon as you’d promised it would.
“Miss-” he gasped, cock jerking, a string of precum connecting his tip to his stomach.
“Not yet, pup.” You reminded him, stopping entirely still, once again leaving only the tip of the strap inside of him. The whine he let out was one for the books. Frustrated, desperate and utterly debauched. Lucky for you, that was just how you liked him. He didn’t complain, after all you’d made your expectations clear in the past and you’d told him what you were planning on doing, but the trembling whimpers that escaped him as he fought against the urge to take what he needed were just what you needed to hear.
“Do you think you’ve learned your lesson, Cho? Was that enough?”
“Yes Miss! Please- I’m.. I’ll do better, I promise. I’ll stop being greedy.” He said like it was a vow, voice cracking and thick with the tears still rolling slowly down his cheeks.
“I like you greedy, pup. Just not impatient. You can be greedy when I give you permission.” You murmured against his lips, and he nodded eagerly, willing to accept whatever you said as long as it meant you’d keep moving. You remained still for a short while longer, kissing away his tears, then pressing your lips together in an open-mouthed but gentle kiss, just grounding him with soothing touches until his whimpered sobs subsided.
“Are you ready, Choso?”
“Yes, Miss.” He confirmed, and you began to move again.
This time, you planned on ripping his orgasm from him without warning. After all, his surprise just looked so good paired with pleasure.
His gasp was ripped from his chest without permission, choked in his throat by a moan as he reached up to desperately grab onto the pillow beneath his head like it was his only lifeline. Your own hands wrapped around his large hips, thumbs pressed against his hipbones like handlebars as you slammed into him. Your weight against him managed to force his legs further back, pushing him deeper into a mating press so each thrust slammed your hips into his asscheeks and made them ripple with the force, his flush cock and heavy balls jolting with each movement. He made for such a lewd view, and if your phone were any closer you may have taken a photo of it.
With little effort from his boneless body, you hauled his feet over your shoulders, letting his heels dig into your back as you slammed home again and again, nipping and sucking at the skin of his neck to litter him with your marks - because he belonged to you, and everyone should know it. You knew he was close from the way he desperately clawed at you to keep you close, as if he’d wither away and die if you parted from him by even an inch, his blunt nails digging into his skin while your slightly longer ones left smaller crescent indents in the flesh of his ass.
“Are you close, pup? Are you going to make another little mess for me?” You taunted against his ear, voice breathy and choked from the effort of ramming into him like something possessed. That was all he needed for his orgasm to slam into him, hard, ropes spurting from his cock so hard that his seed coated not just his stomach, but also his chest and up to his neck. You kept moving until you were sure he was done, until you’d wrung everything from him, and then you leaned down to lick him clean the way he deserved.
Every part of him was yours, including his seed, and his taste was one you were addicted to.
Slowly, you pulled out from his hole even as he whimpered at the unwelcome emptiness, hands gripping and releasing on your shoulders and arms as he tried to keep you close.
“Shh, pretty puppy. I’m going to help you clean up, and then we can cuddle.” You murmured, fingers gently carding through his tangled, sweat damp hair, nails scratching over his scalp just to watch him shiver pleasantly. You moved quickly to grab the wet wipes you kept handy for these situations, and moved slowly to clean him, almost reverant in your worship of his perfect body. Cum, precum, tears and saliva alike were all cleaned away by a series of lightly scented wet wipes, and then tossed aside so you could have Choso curl up against your chest.
He did so instinctively. As if being curled beside your body, your smaller stature cradling his, was his natural state, was where he belonged. In your humble opinion, it was exactly where he belonged. Your fingers carded through his hair, your other hand gently rubbing over his still slightly sweat damp back, giving him the chance to come down from his high and his submissive headspace before you tried to speak to him.
“Love you.” Choso murmured against your jaw after a few short minutes, pressing a soft kiss to the skin shortly after.
“I love you too, Choso. Are you alright, was that good?” You asked gently, smiling as he nuzzled in closer against your neck, seeking the warmth and comfort of your embrace.
“Yeah. Was really good.” He confirmed without hesitation, and that was a balm against the slight anxiety you always had following trying something new. The worry that he’d agree to something just to please you, and then refuse to acknowledge that he hadn’t enjoyed it as much as you had.
“I’m glad. Rest now, I’ll be here.” You promised against his head, softly kissing his hair. He didn’t reply after that, just let his eyes slip closed and his breathing slowly return to normal. He didn’t sleep, but he floated somewhere close to it, just basking in the afterglow, and the joy that this really was his life. You were his girlfriend, and he was the luckiest man alive.