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If you had known beforehand how deep Choso's love for you went, it would have scared you.
Even with how stunted Choso's perception of love is, all those years spent alongside his little brother and his little brother's companions, managed to teach him enough to know that what he feels for you is beyond the scope of what he should.
Choso knows it's not natural to want you as badly as he does-- to want to keep you, to own you, to possess and protect you from the filthy things in this world that would dare try to take you from him. He knows it's not right and that his little brother would surely disapprove of the things he's doing to you, but Yuuji's not his keeper and you're not in any position to deny him his right.
Not anymore.
"You're so beautiful," Choso murmurs between wrecked moans, "and so, so mine..." His face is slick with sweat and cum, your essence staining his lips and chin, coating his tongue from where it was buried between your puffy folds and zeroed in on your throbbing clit.
Choso fingers you smoothly, two thick, pressed tightly together, and thrust in to the knuckle in order to force those cute little moans and shuddering spasms from you that drives him wild.
"Tell me that you're mine, please, love?" Choso pleads, rutting his stiff and leaking cock against the comforter as he works you to another orgasm. "Tell me that you belong to me— that you only want me, that you need me, please, sweetheart."
At your responding whine and nothing else, Choso bites back an exasperated growl. He doesn't like begging-- he hates it, in fact-- but you're precious to him-- fragile in ways he's not and he really doesn't want to hurt or force you into confessing your love, but his patience is wearing thin.
Choso slips a third finger in, a fourth-- redoubles and triples his efforts until he feels you clench around his fingers and shiver, drenching him down to his wrist and yet and still he keeps going.
You're rendered speechless for a moment, mouth hanging open and Choso wishes, briefly, that he hadn't needed to bind and blindfold you-- wanting to see your full, true reaction--, but you weren't anywhere near as cooperative at the begininng as you are right now.
"That's it," Choso praises with an almost relieved grin, his dick so hard it hurts, twitching and pooling precum against the sheets. He tries to gather himself and swallows hard, never once ceasing in the pounding rhythm of his hand. "T-That's it, my love, that's-"
"Choso! Please-" you cry, voice breaking at the end as you tremble through another sudden but smaller orgasm before full on sobbing, and it's so terrible, because Choso knows he should stop or at the very least slow down enough to help work you through the tremors, but you're so pretty-- so gorgeous even while crying and tied up-- or hell, maybe especially when you're crying-- he doesn't know anymore. All he knows is that he likes pulling these reactions from you and that he's not ready to stop.
"Shhh, my love, it's ok..." Choso places a sweet kiss against your inner thigh, tongue darting out to taste the salt and slick on his lips, "I'm taking care of you, don't worry, shhh..."
You hiccup and whine, shaking your head at his gentle reassurance. "N-No, Cho-ohh... nghh- hah-- Ch-Choso!"
He smiles dreamily. "Yes, sweetheart?"
"You need to stop," you cry out, accidentally bucking his fingers deeper when they curl," You ne-eed t-to stop! Someone'll come 'n' sa- ahh, oh fuck..!-- s-someone'll-!"
Your next orgasm rips through you hard, and here, perhaps, is where Choso believes he should have shown you mercy, but your words echoed in his head like a mocking insult.
Even after all this time he spent fucking you stupid, denying himself the right he's owed to spill his seed in your womb, you're still left thinking of other people?
Choso slips his thumb over your clit and rubs, sending you scrambling-- panicking-- nerves overwrought to the point that the pleasure and the pain are indistinguishable.
"I don't care about anyone else, just you." Choso's eyes narrow as he surveys you, watching the way you squirm, pussy pulsing and wetting his fingers in streams. "I'll destroy everything and anyone who gets in between us. Understand?"
And then, he rips his fingers from you just as you were teetering on the edge of another orgasm and he's not sure if the high gasp you let out is one of relief or displeasure, but he quickly decides he doesn't care as he climbs over you, props your hips up, and shoves the tip of his weeping cock against your entrance.
Choso leans down until the apple of his his cheek is pressed against your own, breath tickling the clammy skin of your outer jaw as he speaks. "No one is going to save you, my love. So just accept your fate and be one with me."
When he presses in, the only sound that leaves your lips is his name-- exactly as it should be.