BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO ; the virgin who is always blushing by bloods his cheeks whenever his cock out.
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who’s pinned against the shower wall, water cascading over his broad shoulders while you sink to your knees in front of him. steam fogs the glass, but nothing hides the way his blood mark erupts—crimson flooding his cheeks, dripping down his neck in hot rivulets that mix with the water. he’s never had anyone’s mouth this close before, never felt a tongue swirl around the tip of his cock while your hands grip his thighs. his head thumps back against the tile, a broken moan echoing in the small space as his hips jerk forward involuntarily. “i—ah—your mouth is—” he gasps, fingers scrabbling for purchase on your wet shoulders, blood streaking down his chest now from how hard he’s blushing. “it’s too hot, too wet—i’m gonna—please don’t stop—”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who wakes up hard and aching beside you in the middle of the night, his body pressed flush against your back, cock heavy and leaking against your thigh. he tries to stay still, tries not to wake you, but the second you roll over and slide your hand down to wrap around him, his blood surges so violently it spills over the mark and onto his pillow. soft whimpers spill from his lips as you stroke him slow under the sheets, his face buried in your neck while he ruts desperately into your fist. “i dreamed about this,” he confesses in a wrecked whisper, voice trembling as his thighs shake. “dreamed about you touching me—i woke up like this—please, i need to come, need you to make me—”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who’s riding your thigh in the dark living room, clothes still half-on, too desperate to make it to the bedroom. you’ve got him straddling your lap on the couch, his robes rucked up around his waist, cock sliding wet and messy against your skin. his hands clutch your shoulders like he’ll fall apart if he lets go, blood melting down his face in constant streams now, staining his collar dark red. every grind forward drags a shattered moan from his throat, hips rolling faster, chasing friction he’s never known before. “like this?” he pants, voice cracking, eyes glazed and pleading. “am i doing it right—feels so good—your leg is—i’m gonna make a mess, i can’t hold it—”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who comes undone the moment you sink down onto him, tight and wet and overwhelming. his eyes roll back, blood pouring from the mark now, painting his cheeks and throat in vivid red as he cries out your name like a prayer. he’s too big, stretching you perfectly, but he’s never been inside anyone before and the sensation wrecks him instantly—hips stuttering, hands clawing at your back, leaving red marks of his own. “so warm—so tight—i can’t—” he sobs, voice raw, thrusting up uncontrollably as you ride him slow and filthy. every roll of your hips makes more blood seep out, hot and slick against his skin, his face a mess of it as he begs, broken and needy. “more. harder. i’m yours—please, make me feel it all.”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who gasps sharp and broken when you finally get his cock out—thick, flushed, leaking at the tip like he’s been edged for hours just thinking about this. his blood rushes so hot it spills over the mark, streaking down his temples as you wrap your fingers around him and stroke slow. he’s never felt a hand that isn’t his own, never had someone lick a stripe up his length and take him into their mouth. his whole body jolts, thighs shaking, a strangled moan ripping out of him as his head thrashes against the pillow. “t-too much—feels too good—” he chokes, fingers tangling in your hair, not pushing, just holding on for dear life while his blood drips warm onto the sheets. “don’t stop, please don’t stop, i’m—”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who’s fucking you from behind for the first time, hands gripping your hips too tight, blood already streaking down his chest from how overwhelmed he is. every thrust drags a wrecked sound from his throat—he’s never been this rough before, but you push back against him and beg for more. when you reach back and spread yourself wider, telling him to come inside, his control snaps. blood surges so hot it spills over his mark and down his shoulders as he slams in deep and stays there, groaning your name like it hurts. he comes hard, hips grinding helplessly, pumping you full until it drips down your thighs. he pulls out just enough to watch it leak out of you, then pushes back in with a shaky breath, face burning crimson. “look what i did—filled you up—can i do it again? please?”
𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯 BLOOD MANIPULATION! CHOSO who’s trembling above you the night you tell him you’re on the pill and he doesn’t have to use anything. he freezes mid-kiss, cock heavy and leaking against your thigh, blood already starting to seep from his mark because the idea alone has him dizzy. “raw?” he whispers, voice cracking like he can’t believe it’s real. you guide him to your entrance, slick and bare, and the second the head pushes in with nothing between you he chokes on a broken moan—eyes rolling back, blood pouring hot down his cheeks and neck as he sinks in slow, inch by inch, feeling every wet pulse of you for the first time. “it’s—fuck—so hot inside—nothing there—” he sobs, hips stuttering forward until he’s buried to the hilt. he doesn’t last ten thrusts before he’s coming hard, cock jerking wildly as he floods you raw, thick and endless, hips grinding deep like he’s trying to push it even further. blood drips onto your chest while he shakes apart, whispering apologies and thank yous against your lips.
