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"I have to go." Y/n sighed, lying star-fished out on the bed with Choso's head on her chest and his body on top of hers.
"No you don't." He groaned.
"Yes I do." She yanked on his hair so he lifted his head. Choso whimpered and gave her the saddest eyes. "No, no puppy dog eyes." She warned. "I have work."
"You wouldn't have work if you quit your job, I can take care of you." He whined and slid his hands up from her hips to her waist.
"In this economy?" She sat up after slight difficulty. "You know I can't." She leaned down to kiss the top of his head. "Up."
Choso slowly rolled off of her and sat up, lips pulled down in a frown. "But I'll miss you."
"I'll miss you too." She leaned over and kissed his cheek, smiling when he turned red. "You enjoy your day off."
"How can I enjoy it when you aren't here?" He pouted.
"You're such a big baby." She sat up on her knees and hugged around his shoulders. "I love you, if you want to you can come see me at lunch. I would say bring me food, but I know you packed my lunch already."
Her hugged her waist, perking up when she mentioned he could go see her. "I'll be there." He said immediately.
"Thought so." She pried his hands off of her and walked to the front door.
She had made the mistake of getting too close to Choso after she was ready to leave. He'd pulled her back down into bed and smothered her with kisses. She wasn't complaining, she knew that he was clingy as hell. She actually liked it, knowing that he was obsessed with her. He packed her lunch everyday, cleaned up around the house, he even begged her to let him wash her hair in the shower. He barely let her feet touch the ground after work, carrying her everywhere and getting her anything she asked for.
The way they met was y/n's favourite story to tell, and it never failed to embarrass Choso. She'd seen him in a coffee shop a few times with his headphones on, writing something on his laptop. She approached him by tapping him on the shoulder, and the second he looked up, his face was fifty shades of red and his eyes were wide. She asked for his number, and he moved a bit too quick when grabbing his phone, spilling his coffee all over his laptop and her shoes.
He'd only told her later that he had been going to that coffee shop because he saw her there once and was working up the courage to talk to her.
Y/n left for work, and Choso laid on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. He did not care that he was utterly pathetic and down bad for his beautiful, amazing girlfriend. He would bark if she asked him to, no shame.
The first time he saw her was through a coffee shop window. He'd literally done a double take and almost tripped over his own two feet. She was fucking stunning. He was convinced for a minute that she wasn't real, that his brain was just making up some hallucination of the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen just to fuck with him. He'd only realized that he'd been staring like a creep for way too long when she turned around with a drink in her hand, walking to the door.
He snapped his head forward and started to speed-walk away, knowing he'd just embarrass himself if he tried to open his stupid mouth. However, he went back to the coffee shop the next day, actually going inside that time. He went for a few days before y/n approached him, and when she had, he really thought she'd caught him staring and was going to tell him he was weird and creepy. But, to his surprise, she had smiled and asked for his number. Choso thought he was going to pass out, and his brain was buffering for all of two seconds before he was fumbling for his phone like a fucking idiot and then spilled coffee all over his computer.
God, he thought she was going to leave, but she just helped him get something to dry off the coffee-logged computer and still wanted his number.
When he went home that day, he stared at the wall for an hour, mind swimming with thoughts of y/n. He finally knew her name, and she talked to him.
He was sure it was love at first sight for him, and he was not afraid to show her. Y/n liked how pathetic he was, apparently, because she asked him to be her boyfriend on their second date.
He had actually almost passed out that time.
~
Choso was out the door way earlier than he should have been to go visit y/n for her lunch break, but he wanted to see her. He missed her. He knew he packed a lunch for her, but he stopped by her favourite bakery anyways and bought her favourite pastry. He got himself a sandwich and coffee.
He parked a few streets away from where y/n worked and walked over there to kill time, one hand in his hoodie pocket and the other holding the bag from the bakery and his coffee. He was wearing his favourite band hoodie that y/n had claimed was hers now on a few occasions, some dark jeans, and combat boots. His hair was up, black eyeliner slightly smudged, and glasses sitting atop his nose. He played with the ball on his tongue piercing as he walked, a habit he'd picked up since getting it.
He came up to her building and pulled out his phone to text her that he was there. A few minutes later, y/n came out of the building, a smile on her face. She was holding her lunchbox and phone. Choso walked up to her quickly, using his free arm to wrap it around her back, pulling her in close. She looked even better than she had when she left, as Choso hadn't gotten a good look at her before with the lights off in the bedroom.
Y/n worked in a lawyers office as a receptionist, and Choso kind of hated it because he knew that y/n got hit on a lot.
"I missed you." He murmured, kissing the side of her head.
"You saw me not even that long ago." She smiled as he pulled back.
"You look pretty." He said, cheeks reddening.
"Thanks, baby." She put her phone in his hoodie pocket and grabbed his hand, lacing their fingers.
Choso always told her she was pretty, but she never grew tired of hearing it. She'd never had a boyfriend that complimented her so much, and she knew that he meant it. He always looked at her like she was a painting in a museum, admiring her as if a famous artist had created her with hundreds of brushstrokes. It admittedly gave y/n a little bit of a complex, and it didn't help that Choso fed into it constantly. He cried if she had to go somewhere without him, touched her reverently, and complimented her with words she'd never heard used to describe a human being before.
Spellbinding, ethereal, otherworldly, divine.
He'd used all of those words before, and y/n was stunned at how much someone could love another human being, how much he could love her.
They walked to a nearby park and sat at a picnic table. Y/n opened her lunchbox and pulled out a glass container with her favourite food.
"I got you this." He placed the pastry bag next to the container.
She opened it and looked inside, a smile pulling at her lips. "Thank you." She sat up and leaned across the table to peck his lips.
"Anything for you." He said, grabbing his sandwich.
Y/n told him about her day so far while they ate, and Choso was pretty much just staring at her like she hung the moon and stars. An alarm went off from y/n's phone, and Choso frowned as she started to pack her things back up.
"Don't frown like that." She leaned over and put her hands on his cheeks, thumbs stroking his cheekbones before she squished his cheeks together. "You'll see me again in a few hours."
He sighed and reached up, putting his hands over hers before kissing her palms. "I know."
"Come on, walk me back." She said, standing up after he let go.
They threw out their trash and Choso carried her things on the way back. Choso was pouty when they said goodbye, but y/n told him to be good, and he listened, like always.
~
The second y/n opened their apartment door, she was met with a tight hug and a nose nuzzling into her hair.
"You big baby." She said, but she was smiling.
Choso kissed both of her cheeks and pulled back, helping her out of her jacket and shoes. "How was work?"
"Ugh, annoying." She said as Choso lifted her up, one arm under her butt and the other holding her bag. "Some guy harassed me over the phone, one yelled at me for not putting him through to someone, and it was all so irritating."
"My poor girl." He kissed the corner of her mouth and put her bag in the kitchen. "Want a bath?"
"Mhm." She cupped his jaw, kissing his nose.
Choso smiled and carried her to the bathroom. He set her down and started to get the bath ready while y/n got unready. She took down her hair, removed her makeup, and hummed softly. When the bath was ready, she turned to Choso and leaned her lower back against the counter.
Choso turned around and reached out, gently removing her clothes. Y/n could do all of this on her own, but she'd gotten used to Choso taking care of her, and he was more than happy to do it. He was the one that spoiled her, so this was all his fault, really.
Y/n felt how Choso's fingers got a little shaky as they brushed over her bare skin. She suppressed a grin. He saw her naked all the time, he's had his mouth all over her, and he still got overwhelmed at the sight of her.
Y/n patted his arms and pulled away, stepping over to the bubble bath and sitting down. She sighed and leaned back against the bath, tilting her head back against the wall as she closed her eyes. Choso sat on the edge of the tub, and y/n cracked an eye open.
"Get in here." She said.
He was quick to pull his clothes off, and y/n opened both eyes properly to watch, openly ogling his body. She sat up and scooted forward, letting him slip in behind her. Y/n laid back against his warm chest and felt his hands slowly skim up her thighs and belly.
"Mm." She turned her head to the side, pressing her cheek against his chest.
Choso kissed her head and ran his hands all along her body, the touch soothing and familiar. She let herself become pliable under his touch, letting him wash her body and hair. It felt heavenly after her day of work in a stupid office with some leery employees.
After the bath, he dried them both off and dressed her first, then himself. He dried her hair with the blowdryer and then carried her to the couch, setting her down. He covered her with her favourite blanket, gave her the book she was currently reading, and kissed her head before he went to make dinner.
~
After dinner, they went to the bedroom and laid down. Y/n put a show on and cuddled up to Choso, lying her head on his chest and wrapping her arms around him. Choso slipped his hand under her shirt and rubbed her back in soft circles, feeling completely content. He hated being away from y/n, she was his person, he loved her more than he thought was possible. He knew that he could be clingy and annoying, but y/n handled it well.
He had never been so clingy and obsessed in a relationship before, the switch up had actually freaked him out at first. He thought he was becoming some weird freak, but y/n never seemed to mind. If anything, sometimes she fed into it, liking the way he acted.
Y/n slowly slipped her hands under his shirt, sliding her hands up his abs. His muscles tensed, and his breathing stuttered. She leaned up and kissed him, dragging her nails down his stomach lightly.
"Lay down." She demanded, a smirk pulling at her lips.
Choso nodded quickly and laid down after y/n pulled away from him. She swung her leg over his hips and straddled him, sitting back a bit.
"Take your shirt off."
Choso sat up slightly and whipped his shirt off over his head, lying back down. He swallowed thickly, watching as y/n grabbed his hands, guiding them under her shirt. Choso licked his bottom lip as she placed his hands on her lower stomach, feeling the warm skin under his palms. Choso was weak for her, and all he wanted was to touch her, to feel her, to taste her. He felt a strong urge to mark her in places that people could see, so they knew that she was taken. He wanted to bite her so hard that it scarred, he wanted to carve a mark so deep on her that it imprinted on her soul.
Sometimes those thoughts freaked him out, because he didn't want to hurt her, but he needed other people to know that she wasn't available. When men approached her, his muscles tensed and his eyes sharpened. He stood behind her and stared them down, wrapping his arms around her. He was a very jealous and possessive person, he'd actually fought other men on multiple occasions. He tried not to start fights, but sometimes other men got way too comfortable and tried to touch y/n while she was actively rejecting them.
Y/n had patched him up more than a few times in their bathroom and called him stupid, then jumped him in their bedroom. Y/n scolded him for fighting, but she always secretly found it hot that he was willing to do that for her.
If he was a weird freak, she matched his energy, fed into it, even.
"Good boy." She kissed him again, leaning down to press their chests together.
Choso whimpered at the praise, shaky hands sliding down to her thighs. Y/n felt up his chest and slid one hand up, wrapping it loosely around his neck. She ran her thumb over the underside of his jaw and tilted it up to get a better angle. She slid her tongue into his mouth and felt his hands grip her thighs harder, the bulge in his sweats getting bigger. Y/n knew if she kept going, he would cum in his pants, and it wouldn't be the first time, either.
One thing y/n loved was how easy it was to make him come undone. Sometimes all she had to do was smile at him with a little tilt of her head and he was blushing, pants uncomfortably tight.
It only embarrassed Choso a little bit when stuff like that happened, because y/n seemed to like it. He really couldn't help it, she was just so fucking pretty that it had his head spinning. Once again, he'd never been like this in his previous relationships, he'd actually been convinced his libido was insanely low, but with y/n it was like it skyrocketed.
A tap on his jaw got his attention, pulling him from his thoughts. "Good boys pay attention when I speak."
His pupils dilated and his tongue darted out to lick his lips. He nodded as well as he could with the hand around his throat.
"What are you supposed to say to me?" She quirked a brow at him, sitting up on his lap.
She ran her finger down his chest and hooked it in the band of his sweats, snapping them against his hips.
"I-I'm sorry." He whined.
"That's right." She smirked at the pathetic expression on his face. "I had a very stressful day at work." She pouted. "Think you can make me feel better?"
Choso nodded immediately, already thinking about getting his mouth on her. He wanted to make her feel better, he was going to be so good for her. Y/n removed her hand from his neck and got off of him, leaving him feeling cold and empty. Y/n threw her shirt to the side and wiggled out of her shorts. She laid down on her back and Choso scrambled up, crawling in between her legs. She hooked her legs over his shoulders and grabbed his hair, stuffing his face between her thighs.
Y/n dropped her head back against the pillow and moaned when Choso's pierced tongue licked her. She groaned, the sound long and drawn out as Choso licked and sucked, acting like she was a five course meal. He moaned and groaned, the vibrations travelling from his tongue and onto her skin as he ate her out.
He wrapped his arms around her thighs, but he wasn't keeping her there. He freely let her squeeze his head and pull on his hair, he loved it, really. What he loved even more, though, were the sounds she was making as she ground her hips down and rode his face. The noises in the room were obscene. Slick, slurping sounds coming from Choso, and loud moans coming from y/n
It didn't take long for the cord to snap, and she came on his tongue with a tight grip on his hair. Choso, like the pathetic loser he was, came in his fucking pants the second she did on his tongue. Her toes curled as he lapped it all up and kept fucking her with his tongue until she whimpered and yanked him off. A line of spit drooled down the corner of his mouth, and he took a few deep breaths, having barely been able to breathe.
What a way to go that would have been, though.
"Fuck." Her chest heaved as she gulped in air, body buzzing all over.
Choso sat back on his knees and licked his lips, eyes drinking in the sight of his beautiful girlfriend. Y/n blinked a few times to clear the stars from her vision and bent her knee, sliding her foot up his thigh to press it into his crotch. She smirked when she felt the wetness.
"What happened here?" She teased.
He blushed and looked down. Y/n hummed happily to herself and rubbed her foot against his crotch a little harder. Choso shivered and felt himself start to get harden again. She sat up and leaned forward, nose brushing his jaw. Every touch felt electric, and goosebumps broke out on his pale skin.
"Do you want to touch me?" She whispered near his ear, grinning when she heard him let out a strangled noise.
Fuck yeah he wanted to touch her. He wanted to map out every dip, every scar, every mark that adorned her beautiful skin. He wanted to commit her body to memory, he wanted to know her inside and out.
"Yes." He said desperately. "Please."
Y/n laid back down and raised her arms, letting them rest above her head, hair splayed out on the pillow. She looked like a wet dream personified, and then she raised a hand to crook a finger at him.
"Come on, boy." She said, voice lowered and lips pulled in a mean smirk.
Fuck.
Sometimes she treated him like a dog, and he could not care less about how hot it made him feel. He wasn't a dog, but if he could be her dog, he would.
He leaned over her and shoved his face in her neck, hands coming up to grip the meat on her hips. Fuck, he loved her hips, it was like she was sculpted by the gods. He licked slowly over her collarbone and felt her arms wrap around his neck. She tilted her head to the side so he had better access. She felt the scrape of his teeth and ran her tongue along her bottom lip.
Y/n knew he had a thing for marking her, he made that very obvious, but she didn't mind. She liked the marks, she liked the way her skin stung and ached after he did it.
Choso slowly dragged his large hands over every inch of skin he could reach, hands mapping out the familiar paths and dips. She was gorgeous, she was perfect, she was everything.
Y/n squeezed her arms around him a little tighter when the fabric of his sweats rubbed against her clit, already feeling sensitive.
"I know you want to." She said in a sing-song voice.
Choso licked over the spot where her neck met her shoulder and sunk his teeth into her skin. Y/n winced slightly at the sting, but laced the fingers from one of her hands in his hair. Choso pulled his teeth out and stared at the indent of his teeth in her pretty skin. He wished the mark would stay forever, that it would scar, but he didn't bite hard enough for that, he wouldn't. He lifted his head up and kissed her sweetly, hands gliding all over her body.
He bit and tugged on her bottom lip lightly, eyes half lidded as he flicked them up to hers. Fuck, he was already so close, how was he supposed to stay sane when y/n was under his body, under his hands?
Y/n kissed back, pulling him down so he could press his body down on hers like a blanket. She slid their tongues together languidly and pushed his sweats down with her feet. They slid off his hips and his dick slapped against his stomach. He hissed against her lips and pulled back a bit, panting.
"Looks like you want something." She teased.
"Can I?" He swallowed thickly.
"Use your words, baby." She murmured. "What do you want?"
"I-I wanna fuck you." He said, the red from his cheeks spreading down his neck.
"Mm." Her eyes trailed down his body. "Then do it."
He blew out a shaky breath and removed the last bits of clothing. He settled between her legs and pulled her thighs over his, dragging her down the bed a few inches. Y/n sunk her teeth into her bottom lip when Choso started to push in, the familiar burn and stretch settling in. Choso whined low in his throat and leaned over her body, burying his face in her neck. Y/n moaned and arched her back as he bottomed out, hips pressing against her.
He squeezed his shut and willed himself to not to cum immediately. The way y/n was squeezing him was almost too much. She was warm and wet, and he was going to lose his damn mind. He busied himself by sucking dark marks onto her skin, neck, collarbones, chest, he even sucked one onto her shoulder so far off that it was bordering on her upper arm. He was like a feral animal. The pace he set was brutal, but y/n was moving her hips down to meet his thrusts. Choso was chanting her name like a prayer, hands gripping her waist in a bruising grip.
Y/n was art, she was carved from marble and given a human soul, and Choso couldn't believe she was his. Y/n was beautiful, divine, but the noises she made... those were honey dipped in sin and wrapped in a pretty bow. Choso wanted to burn the sounds into his mind so he could replay them over and over, he was addicted to her, body and soul.
Y/n groaned low in his ear, tightening down on him as she came again. Choso swore under his breath, thrusts becoming more erratic and sloppy.
"Ca-can I cum?" He practically sobbed. "P-please, I'll be a good boy."
"Fuck- yes, you can." She moaned and pulled him closer. "Cum."
He pressed in so deep that it made y/n's toes curl as he came inside of her. He whimpered into her neck, nails biting into her skin. She went lax against the bed and panted softly, bones feeling like they were buzzing underneath her skin.
Choso slowly released his grip on y/n and pulled out. He sat back on his knees, eyes zeroing in on the way his cum started to leak out of her. He licked his lips and kept staring, unable to look away.
"Freak." She grinned lazily, spreading her legs wider to he could see better.
He flushed and his eyes trailed up, landing on the nail marks and handprints. "M'not."
"Don't lie." She said, body starting to feel normal. She pressed her legs on either side of his hips and flipped their positions, straddling him again. She pressed one hand down on his chest and gave him a feral grin as she looked down at him. "I know you like it."
His lips parted slightly as he stared up at her, the feral look on her face combined with the marks on her body was doing things to him, freaky things. Her body weight was comfortable and felt so, so right on him. Her face was slightly red, a thin layer of sweat dampening her skin. There was something about seeing this beautiful woman on top of him that stole his breath away. Her body was divine, her mind was incredible, and her tongue was sharp. The way her smile stretched into something teasing and evil had his stomach erupting with butterflies.
He liked it when y/n was a little mean to him, when she looked at him like he was beneath her, because that was exactly where he wanted to be.
Y/n could tell him to sit, bark, roll over, and he would without question. She was his life, and he would rather die than leave her side. He would die for her, kill for her, and live for her.
Y/n reached forward and placed one hand on his cheek, running her thumb under his eye. "Smudged your pretty eyeliner." She leaned down to kiss him absolutely filthy. "I like you like this."
Choso could only nod in response, dazed.