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you’ve had a rough week with work and your mental health and you were dying to get high. choso is your dealer, but he’s also your friend. recommended to you by suguru and satoru back when you started your new job. you’re constantly tense and you needed to loosen up sometimes. getting high helped with that. who knew your friends were such stoners? you pick up your phone, giving choso a call. three rings. is he gonna answer? finally you hear a muffled sound and then a rough voice
“hey”
your heart does somersaults. you couldn’t lie, suguru and satoru maybe also recommended choso because they knew he’s your type. yeah, he’s hot. you’d do anything just to have an excuse to spend time with choso alone. you wanted him. bad. but, he always seemed super nonchalant. or, maybe he’s just autistic and he has a hard time showing how he feels? it was easy to misinterpret him. but you knew, at least you hoped, that he enjoyed hanging out with you. you were friends after all.
“hey-“ you start. “i need to get high” you sigh.
“alright, just give me like. twenty minutes. and then you can stop by” he responds.
you roll off your bed, making your way to your closet. you were acting like it was a date, even though you were just gonna see him. can’t help it. you like the guy. you pull out your favorite pair of jeans and a black tank. you make your way into your bathroom and brush your hair, and put a bit of makeup on. you spray a bit of perfume. you put your docs on and grab your keys. locking the door, you make your way downstairs. you start up your motorcycle and enjoy the ride to choso’s. it never got old riding through the city like this. when you pull up you park your bike, removing your helmet. you rush upstairs, knocking on the cold metal door.
choso opens the door and waves
“hey”.
“hey” you respond, moving past him. you set your helmet down on his chair. the apartment was smoky, choso was already high. you slump down on the worn in couch. he’s had this thing for years.
“roll me a blunt” you demand.
he scoffs a little “is that a question or a demand?”
you kick your feet up. your eyes roam over his form as he grabs everything and begins to roll. his hair was down, and he wore all black like always. his eyebrows furrowed as he focused on rolling, his eyebrow piercing shining under the dim light. as he went to seal the blunt his tongue darted out, silver jewelry hitting the blunt. that’s new.
“when did you get your tongue pierced?” you raise your eyebrows.
“a few days ago” he responds, holding the blunt out to you.
you can’t even count how many times you’ve came to his place and fantasized about fucking him. you always dropped hints but either he wasn’t interested, or he was just too dense to get it. your fingers brushed his as you reached for the blunt. “light?” you ask, holding it up in between your lips. he reaches for the lighter on the table and leans in, lighting the blunt for you. his eyes heavy and red. you inhale and close your eyes, leaning back against the couch. “ahh” you exclaim. finally. you exhale. it’s silent for a while as you just smoke. your eyes peek open as you glance at him, he’s just sitting there watching you. he never knows what to say.
“you’re too quiet” you huff.
he shifts a little in his seat, avoiding eye contact
“can i ask you something?” you question as you lean in towards the table, putting the blunt out in the ash tray.
he hums in agreement.
“you asexual?” you ask. “i mean- it’s totally okay if you are. just wondering” you add. your voice is soft.
“no, i’m not” he responds.
oh. well he hasn’t made a move on you. maybe he just doesn’t think you’re attractive. or maybe he just isn’t a manwhore.
you tap your finger on your knee impatiently.
“you know i’m interested in you” you admit.
he sits up straighter, his eyes filled with curiosity. oh, he really is dense. he didn’t know?
“really?” he questions.
you laugh. “i’ve been dropping all these hints since the first time i met you” you say, feeling slightly irritated.
“i-i didn’t-“ he stutters, “i’m not used to girls being into me” he admits.
silence.
“doesn’t mean i’m not into them” he adds.
“okay, so what’s your type?” you push.
“someone who knows what she wants” he responds. “i need someone who can be blunt”
of course he does. it’s hard for him to understand otherwise.
“sounds like someone i know” you grin.
you stand up, moving closer to him. his purple eyes fixed on you.
you sit down on the ground in front of him, on your knees. “choso, how many times do i have to say it for you to finally get it” you pout.
he reaches for your face, his hand gripping your chin. this was the first time he’s ever touched you
“what do you want?” he questions. eyes never leaving yours.
god he’s so frustrating. “i want you”
you’re both super high, but you can feel the shift in the air. it felt tense.
is he feeling tense for you?
“get up” he demands.
you stand up, legs weak. he made his way over to the couch, spreading his legs as he sat down. “come here” he says nonchalantly.
you do as he tells. you sit down beside him.
“no” he says. “not like that” he reaches for you, grabbing a handful of your hair and tugging you down, guiding you so that you’re laying over his lap face down. he rests his hand on your ass. you twitch a little.
god damn it. you wish you weren’t wearing any pants. he traces circles over your ass, and squeezes. you let out a soft moan.
can’t believe this is finally happening. you hear him let out a satisfied grunt, you can feel him getting hard underneath you.
fuck fuck fuck.
he slowly brings his hand in between your legs and rubs. the friction of your jeans is uncomfortable. but you can feel yourself getting slick inside your panties.
“choso” you breathe.
“please take them off” you whine.
he smirks a little. “you’re so easy” he says in his deep voice.
“been easy for you” you breathe.
“take them off then” he suggests.
you get up, legs already weak, and you remove your jeans, tossing them on the ground. you take your shirt off too. his eyes roam over your body, and he reaches out grabbing a handful of your tit.
“fuck” he grunts. “come here” he grabs your thighs yanking you back onto his lap, so that you’re straddling him. he looks up at you, taking note of your face. studying you. he knows it feels good because of the sounds you’re making and the faces you’re making. your eyes are fluttered closed and your head tilted back. he brings your tit into his mouth, flicking his tongue out in circles over your hard nipple. “hahhh” you moan. you’re shaking.
“needed you for so long” you cry.
he’s never seen anyone this desperate before. he was so painfully hard. his dick was throbbing.
“choso need you to fuck me” you whine.
oh god.
the cold metal of his tongue piercing rubs over your nipple and you arch into him. you grab a fistful of his hair and pull. he lets out a moan.
that sound, such a pretty sound.
“bet i can make you get loud” you growl, sitting down on him directly on his cock, grinding down on him. your panties are soaked. he threw his head back in pleasure.
how did the tables turn this fast?
you grip his chin, forcing your thumb into his mouth. “open” you demand.
he obeyed, parting his glossy lips. he looked up at you, eyes dark with need. you collect saliva into your mouth, slowly spitting onto his tongue. he groans, immediately swallowing it.
you’ve wanted him for so long, dropped so many fucking hints. you’ve been so desperate for him, you wanted him to beg for you. and you’d do anything to get your way.
“come on choso, need to hear you beg” you reach down in between your legs, palming at his aching hard on. he bucks his hips up into you.
“please” choso whines.
oh fuck…
“please what?” you whine. you were trying to be dominant, but hearing him make those sounds made you so fucking weak.
“please touch me” he cries.
you don’t waste any time, you pull his shirt off, and help him take his pants off. you lick your lips as you glance down.
“take them off now” you demand.
he takes his boxers off, and his cock slaps up against his stomach with a loud flap. he’s so fucking hard, it’s standing up straight.
“god” you breathe, taking his cock in your hand. he was probably eight inches. and he’s been hiding this the whole time? that pissed you off.
he moans just from you holding his dick. pre dripping out the tip. you slip your thumb over the tip and moan. bet he tastes so good. you climb off his lap, knees on the couch now and lean down, taking his cock in your mouth. he gasps, bucking his hips up into your mouth and grasping your hair. you moan around his cock as he forces it further down your throat. he lets out a deep moan “gonna fuck your mouth” he pants, bucking his hips up and down at the perfect pace. you gag each time, saliva dripping out your mouth and down his shaft. you shakily bring your hand down between your thighs, shoving it into your panties and flicking at your clit. he growls as he notices what you’re doing, gripping your wrist and pulling your hand away. “not yet”. you cry at the loss of contact, he fucks up into your mouth harder. “not until i say so” he says. he’s so deep down your throat, you feel like it’ll be bruised. he pulls his cock out of your mouth and you stare at it in awe. he’s so pretty. you glance up at him, his face is flushed underneath his dark tattoo that kisses his nose. his eyes are slightly watery.
you’re gonna make this man your fucking husband one day.
he pulls you up back onto his lap, his slender fingers finding your slick folds and he runs circles over your clit. you gasp. he moans in pleasure as he feels how wet you are. he slips two fingers into your center, stretching you as he fucks them into you. his fingers are too long to fit a third. you moan, riding his fingers. you feel pressure building in your stomach. gonna come already. “fuck chos-gonna come” he grunts, his fingers fucking you faster, curling into just the right spot. you shake as you feel the knot in your stomach and you come, squirt coming down onto his fingers and all over his lap. “fuck” you gasp “s-sorry” you whine, embarrassed. he just bites his lip. that did it for him. he pulls his fingers out of your tight cunt, and shoves them into your mouth, you gasp as you flick your tongue out, tasting your squirt and come all over his fingers. he pulls them out and kisses you hard, your tongue darts into his mouth. he sucks on your tongue and you inhale.
he’s a fucking liar about not that many girls being interested. how else is he this fucking good?
he wraps his arms around your back and guides you down onto his cock, as he bottoms out inside you. earning a loud moan from him and a scream from you as he hits your cervix. he moves his arms down to your ass, gripping hard enough to leave marks as you start to ride, his hips buck up into you, each thrust getting sloppier, he smacks your ass hard. you feel your eyes roll back and you see stars. fuck, gonna come again. your cunt grips his cock as he fucks into you, you can feel him twitching inside you.
“ohhhh my fucking god choso” you cry.
sweat beads down from his forehead and he pulls his long hair out of his face. he looks focused as he fucks up into you, hitting the right spot each time.
your walls pulsate around him.
he grunts. “stop squeezing me like that, feels so fucking good”.
fuck. you grip harder as you come, tears falling from your eyes.
his face scrunches up. “gonna make me come inside, come on baby, let go so i can pull out” he growls at how tight your cunt is gripping him.
your breasts bounce in his face as you ride out your orgasm. you felt how close he was.
please no. please don’t pull out. this feels too good.
you’re both completely fucked out.
too late.
his cock spasms as his movements get sloppy, and he lets go, shooting hot ropes of come deep inside you.
you feel a warm feeling in your stomach as he comes.
“ahhh” you cry.
you fall against him, exhausted.
“looks like i was the one who made you loud…figures” he laughs.