summary: giving innocent choso a blowjob on a summer night
content: fem reader, blowjob, handjob, virgin choso, innocent choso, overstimulation, crying, inexperienced choso, established relationship, yuji mention, summer vacation, oral (male receiving), praise, kissing, making out, ejaculation, no use of y/n
You and your boyfriend, Choso, have been dating for around 2 months now.
You guys met in a coffee shop and hit it off ever since. He offered to pay for your food and you ended up giving him your number.
The best decision you’ve ever made.
He’s adorable, caring, and always finds a way to spend time with you. Not just with you, but with other people too. Every day you see how involved he is with his little brother, Yuji. It’s the sweetest.
Your relationship is going smooth. He’s always there to tag along with whatever plans you have. Even your friends don’t mind when he shows up to occasional hang outs, which is rare since they usually hate your choice in men. He takes you shopping all the time. He buys your favorite snacks in bulk so you never run out of them. He just loves seeing you happy. He watches you do your hair and makeup every morning in admiration, whether it’d be over facetime or in person. The relationship can’t be any more perfect.
To him.
What he doesn’t know is that you’re starting to get a little needy.
You love everything about him except the fact that he can’t catch a hint.
You try to give him some grace. You can tell how little he knows of his body— your body and everything that comes with. But he never talks about anything even remotely sexual. Every time you tease him or joke with him suggestively, he totally brushes it off or misinterprets it.
How is it that someone his age is so clueless?
His eyes are always wide with innocence. It’s cute. Really. But you want more from him. It’s starting to feel like a friendship.
- - - - - -
One summer night, you two are watching a movie series on the couch.
Choso had surprised you by booking a beach house for you two to stay in for vacation. He had Yujis help planning everything and it was all worth it once he saw the smile on your face when you found out.
The house is nice. It has a large kitchen and a beautifully decorated living room. There’s windows all around, giving a clear view of the ocean and the field of sand. There’s two bedrooms and two bathrooms. More than enough space for the both of you.
Although you and Choso share a bedroom, it doesn’t really feel that way.
You’d go to sleep with him hugging you from behind, all cozy and affectionate but then you’d wake up in the morning with him not even in bed anymore. He’s always up before you. And he doesn’t kiss you before bed. He barely even kisses you at all besides slight pecks here and there. He doesn’t touch you often unless he’s holding your hand or bringing you into a tight hug.
You guys don’t do anything that couples usually do when they’re alone together. It bothers you more than you’d like.
Chosos head is resting on top of yours as he dozes off, not paying attention the movie is playing in the background.
You can hear his light breathing as he sleeps peacefully, his chest rising up and down with each snore. You smile to yourself before tapping the side of his cheek with your finger, waking him up instantly.
He makes a sound of surprise before his eyes crack open and he apologizes for dozing off— straightening his posture and lifting his head off of you. He grabs your small hand into his large one, rubbing soothing circles on your palm with his index finger and relaxing his body into the couch pillows.
You look up at him, moving the hair out of his face with your other hand and reassuring him. “It’s fine, Cho. We were swimming all day. I don’t expect you to be super awake right now.” You giggle.
You grab your phone off the table to check the time before placing it back down. 11:24 pm. Although you’re not tired, you aren’t surprised he is. It’s late and you two spent the whole day outside together.
He nods, but there’s a slight frown on his face. Disappointed in himself for falling asleep. “I don’t wanna miss out on an important scene.” He gestures to the large TV playing ‘Avatar: The Way of Water’ in front of you guys. The bright colors on the screen illuminate the whole room.
You roll your eyes and grab the remote, “We can watch it another time. Don’t force yourself to stay awake because of a movie.” You respond, pressing the power off button on the remote. The house becomes completely dark and quiet as soon as the TV turns off. The only sound heard is the ocean waves crashing outside and your guys’ faint breaths. The only source of light was the glow of the moon and stars out the window.
He’s still rubbing circles on your soft palm with his finger. You grab the side of his face, bringing a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. He feels himself blush at the sudden affection.
“I’m so grateful for you. For this.” You tell him, grabbing a seashell designed pillow on the couch and playfully hitting him with it.
You’ve been obsessed with how the house is decorated ever since you first got here. Colorful bathroom tiles. String lights hanging in each room. Plant pots in every corner. Pink, teal and orange sheer curtains covering the windows. Coconut scented candles. Everything is so perfect.
He smiles. He loves making you happy. It makes him happy. It’s infectious.
“I’m very grateful for you, too.” He responds, kissing you back on the cheek.
For a moment, it was silent. A comfortable silence.
You stare at the wall before scoffing. “It’s so dark.” You complain, crawling over to the other side of the couch and reaching your hand over to press the button of a small lamp sitting on the coffee table.
It lights up the room just right. Not too bright, but bright enough to where you can see Chosos doe eyes staring at you when you turn around. His lips soft and his dark brunette hair down, dropping to his shoulders. His beautiful body. He’s the only person that matters to you in this moment.
He’s shirtless and wearing fuzzy matching pajama pants with you. You’re wearing those pajama pants with a cropped black tank top.
As soon as the lamp turns on, the two of you take in the sight of each other. You were both sitting in the dark for so long that it felt refreshing to look at each other again.
His pupils dilate as he catches a full view of you. The light of the lamp shining on your face makes you look even more gorgeous.
“You’re beautiful.” He compliments, blushing faintly. You giggle before going in to hug him, your arms wrapping around his neck and your body now perched on top of his. He hugs you back and you make a squeak sound from the tightness of the hug which earns a laugh out of him. He’s always hugging you so tightly. The warmth of his body travels to yours.
You exhale and pull away, moving stray hairs out of his face and planting your hands onto his broad shoulders.
His hands are wrapped around your waist, staring up at you and waiting for you to say something. Your breath hitches once you fully realize what position you’re in. You’re sitting on his lap. You decide to make the most out of it. Your hand moves up to his warm neck and you feel his pulse quicken under your finger tips. You cup his neck and ask, “Do you wanna kiss me?” with a gentle smile on your face.
Hs swallows nervously, nodding. You bring your lips to his. At first it’s a few quick pecks, but it quickly escalates. He lets out a noise of surprise when your tongue enters his mouth, returning the favor and sticking his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues move around each others, wet kissing noises filling up the quiet ambience of the room.
His hand moves down to your hips, gripping the flesh of your sides and digging his fingers in. He pulls you closer to him, his hands sliding under your tank top.
His hands being right underneath your breasts made his head spin. You aren’t wearing a bra. He could touch them right now if he moves his hands a few inches higher.
You whine into his mouth, practically ready to eat his face off with the way you’re kissing him. He’s getting overstimulated. After a few more seconds of sloppy kissing, he pulls away abruptly. Theres a smacking sound as both your lips pull off of each other and he’s breathing heavily. You look down at him in concern. His hands loosen their grip around you.
The expression on his face is hard to gauge. Your eyebrows furrow as he looks away from you, still panting. “Are you okay?” You ask him, moving his jaw with your fingers— turning his head to face you.
His eyes are glassy and wide. His lips are pink and bruised from all the kissing and he’s profusely blushing. He’s a bit tense, honestly. “Huh? Y-yeah. Of course. I’m fine.” He nods, yet his voice is a bit shaky. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off.
“I-I have to use the bathroom.” He blurts, getting up off the couch and disappearing into the hall. Leaving you hot and bothered alone.
- - - - - -
He comes back after a few minutes, looking a bit disheveled.
Choso is usually composed and relaxed but currently he’s very tense. Is something wrong? You desperately want him to tell you more than what he’s letting on. You sit up a little, staring at him in curiosity.
“Hi, baby.” You greet him.
He sits besides you and exhales, staring at nothing but the floor.
That’s weird.
You both sit in silence for at least a minute now. All he’s doing is breathing. Irregularly.
Your hand goes to his bare shoulder. “Choso, you can tell me everything. You know that.” You let him know with a warming expression on your face. You rub his bicep soothingly. He looks down at you, and he’s fidgeting with his fingers in his lap.
“I know.” He answers.
“Okay, then what’s wrong?” You ask him.
He clears his throat, looking away from you with a shameful look on his face. Now you’re genuinely worried.
“Cho..” you start, before trailing off. Your eyes go down to his lap. Under his hands is a bulge through his pants. You raise an eyebrow in confusion before realizing exactly what it is.
He notices you looking at it. He feels so embarrassed.
“I.. don’t know how I should explain myself.” He starts. “I’m sorry. I-I tried to make it go down.” He speaks before you interrupt him.
“No, no, Choso. It’s fine. It’s completely fine. I understand. I’m not mad. I could never get mad at such a thing.” You tell him, making eye contact with him. “It’s a natural reaction. We were kissing.” You smile. “You could have just told me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not mad?” He asks, in disbelief. You shake your head.
“No. Of course I’m not mad. Why would you think I’d be mad?” You ask, taking his hand into yours and rubbing it softly, which just arouses him more.
He shifts in his position before beginning to speak. “I-I don’t know. I thought you’d be uncomfortable. And also I’m just not very experienced. At all.” He explains truthfully.
You shake your head. So that’s why he’s so guarded all the time.
“I’m not uncomfortable, Choso. I-I think you’re the person who makes me feel the most.. comfortable. Genuinely. And I couldn’t care less that you’re not experienced.” You tell him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him.
He looks up at you as you climb onto his lap again.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yes.” You answer instantly. “I really.. really like you.” You smile, kissing his forehead.
He blushes at your praise. “I like you too.”
You lean into him and your tongue slips into his mouth again. A gentler kiss compared to before. You wanna make him feel comfortable. Your hands are pressed on his cheeks and you pull him closer to you, forcing a deeper kiss as you tilt your head to give him more access to your mouth.
You can feel his erection growing underneath you. His bodys radiating heat. You pull away from the kiss.
“Choso, do you want me to take care of it for you?” You ask, staring into his eyes.
He looks at you for a spilt second, his eyes glossy before nodding his head up and down.
“A-Alright.” He agrees. He has an idea of what you’re insinuating.
You acknowledge his consent with a nod before going down to the floor on your knees. He shifts his body to face you. You plant both of your hands onto his large thighs, soothingly caressing him which slows his nervous shaking.
“Are you sure?” You ask him, batting your eyelashes and looking up at him. He nods, shooting you a soft smile but you can tell he’s still incredibly nervous. He’s pouting slightly.
“You don’t have to be scared, Cho. I promise.” You tell him. He nods at your words, trying to steady his breathing.
You pull down his pants and he watches you, feeling the most vulnerable he’s ever felt right now. He’s not wearing anything underneath. His hardened cock springs out and slaps his bare abdomen. You gasp. It’s long. Thick. Just over 7 inches. His tip is flushed an angry reddish color and it’s leaking pre cum. He visibly perks up once you gasp at the sight. His heart is beating like crazy right now.
You grab his dick into your hands, giving it a few slow, shallow strokes. Your fingers are small compared to his size, barely fully wrapping around his girth. Each drop of pre cum just lubricates his cock more and the quiet atmosphere of the room is filled by the wet noises of you stroking him and Choso’s heavy breathing. He’s shifting like crazy each time you simply move your hand.
You bring your thumb to his spongey tip, sliding it over back and forth which causes him to relax his entire body into the soft couch cushions, his head faced towards the ceiling and his big brown eyes fluttering shut as he whines.
You then bring your soft lips to his tip, kissing it lovingly. He cracks open his eyes and lifts his head, staring down at you. “What..” He starts, swallowing. “What are you doing?” He asks.
You giggle and shush him with a smile on your face, sticking your tongue out and flicking it directly on the slit of his tip, which immediately makes him cough in surprise.
He starts to panic, large hands shaky. “Can I touch you?” He asks.
You nod, still kissing his tip. His hand immediately goes to your hair, gently gripping a section next to your ear. You love that about him. He’s always so tender with you. Like you’re the most fragile person in the world. You trust him implicitly.
As soon as he grips your hair, your wet, warm mouth wraps around his twitching dick.
You push your head down, his length disappearing inch by inch into your mouth until he’s almost fully lodged in. You try to reach all the way down to the base of his dick but you choke halfway through, your throat contracting around him as you gag and immediately pull off of him. Your eyes are red and watery now.
Choso’s instantly concerned. Everything feels so good for him but your comfort always comes before his own pleasure. “S-shit.. are you okay?” He asks, straightening his posture and pulling his hand out of your hair. His eyes look all over you for any signs of injury.
You wipe your teary eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m fine, Choso.” You tell him. “You’re just too big.” You tease, letting out a giggle. You go in to stroke him a few times more with your hand. He immediately whimpers once he feels your touch again.
You grab the base of his cock and lower your head, taking him into your mouth again.
You bob your head up and down his length while your hand strokes the rest of his length that you can’t fit down your throat. It makes such vulgar noises.
He feels like he’s in heaven right now. And it shows. He’s a whiny mess. His usual pale, light skin is pink all over. He’s sweating bricks and writhing underneath you every second. His abs are flexing involuntarily.
“G-gosh..” He moans, voice cracking.
The adams apple in his throat bobs as he swallows, overwhelmed by the sight and the feeling of you stroking and sucking him at the same time. Eventually you move your hand away and attempt to take all of him into your mouth— slower this time so you don’t choke again.
You push your head down and he aids you, gently planting his large hand on the top of your head and pushing it down. He watches in awe as your nose touches his pelvis, his dick fully in your mouth now. You hold there for a few seconds, your tongue swirling around his cock which feels so good it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“O-oh my.. god.” He whimpers, heavily breathing and tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m getting so.. so close.”
You nod, pulling your mouth off of him and staring him in the eye. “Where do you wanna cum?” You ask, replacing your mouth with your hand, stroking him and making direct eye contact. He looks at you in a panicked state. “W-what?!” He asks, absolutely perplexed by the question you just asked.
“Where? In my mouth?” You ask, still stroking him relentlessly. His face is redder than a tomato right now. His eyes dart down to your black tank top revealing a decent amount of cleavage.
“I- on your boobs?” He answers hesitantly.
You wrap your lips back around him, hollowing out your cheeks so you can suck him tighter. He whimpers more than ever, mumbling incoherent babbles as your tongue swirls on his tip and you bob your head up and down, lewd sounds coming out each time.
“I’m so close.. p-please!” He begs. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point.
You pull off of him. “Touch yourself, Choso.” You order him. He immediately grabs his dick and starts stroking it. His hand is not nearly as small as yours so it feels less tight around him. You swiftly take off your tank top to reveal your bare chest to him.
His eyes widen and his hand quickens unintentionally, aiming his dick to your boobs. “A-agh..” He moans. And after 3 more quick strokes, hot cum shoots out of his dick and straight onto your boobs, coating them in his mess. He throws his head back in bliss.
He releases his grip and slumps into the cushions of the couch, physically exhausted. You get up off your knees and bring a kiss to his lips, smiling and whispering, “Good job.” in his ear.
His big arms rub your bare back softly. “Thank you. So much.” He smiles shyly.
- - - - - -
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summary: giving innocent choso a blowjob on a summer night
content: fem reader, blowjob, handjob, virgin choso, innocent choso, inexperienced choso, established relationship, yuji mention, summer vacation, oral (male receiving), praise, kissing, making out, ejaculation, no use of y/n
You and your boyfriend, Choso, have been dating for around 2 months now.
You guys met in a coffee shop and hit it off ever since. He offered to pay for your food and you ended up giving him your number.
The best decision you’ve ever made.
He’s adorable, caring, and always finds a way to spend time with you. Not just with you, but with other people too. Every day you see how involved he is with his little brother, Yuji. It’s the sweetest.
Your relationship is going smooth. He’s always there to tag along with whatever plans you have. Even your friends don’t mind when he shows up to occasional hang outs, which is rare since they usually hate your choice in men. He takes you shopping all the time. He buys your favorite snacks in bulk so you never run out of them. He just loves seeing you happy. He watches you do your hair and makeup every morning in admiration, whether it’d be over facetime or in person. The relationship can’t be any more perfect.
To him.
What he doesn’t know is that you’re starting to get a little needy.
You love everything about him except the fact that he can’t catch a hint.
You try to give him some grace. You can tell how little he knows of his body— your body and everything that comes with. But he never talks about anything even remotely sexual. Every time you tease him or joke with him suggestively, he totally brushes it off or misinterprets it.
How is it that someone his age is so clueless?
His eyes are always wide with innocence. It’s cute. Really. But you want more from him. It’s starting to feel like a friendship.
- - - - - -
One summer night, you two are watching a movie series on the couch.
Choso had surprised you by booking a beach house for you two to stay in for vacation. He had Yujis help planning everything and it was all worth it once he saw the smile on your face when you found out.
The house is nice. It has a large kitchen and a beautifully decorated living room. There’s windows all around, giving a clear view of the ocean and the field of sand. There’s two bedrooms and two bathrooms. More than enough space for the both of you.
Although you and Choso share a bedroom, it doesn’t really feel that way.
You’d go to sleep with him hugging you from behind, all cozy and affectionate but then you’d wake up in the morning with him not even in bed anymore. He’s always up before you. And he doesn’t kiss you before bed. He barely even kisses you at all besides slight pecks here and there. He doesn’t touch you often unless he’s holding your hand or bringing you into a tight hug.
You guys don’t do anything that couples usually do when they’re alone together. It bothers you more than you’d like.
Chosos head is resting on top of yours as he dozes off, not paying attention the movie is playing in the background.
You can hear his light breathing as he sleeps peacefully, his chest rising up and down with each snore. You smile to yourself before tapping the side of his cheek with your finger, waking him up instantly.
He makes a sound of surprise before his eyes crack open and he apologizes for dozing off— straightening his posture and lifting his head off of you. He grabs your small hand into his large one, rubbing soothing circles on your palm with his index finger and relaxing his body into the couch pillows.
You look up at him, moving the hair out of his face with your other hand and reassuring him. “It’s fine, Cho. We were swimming all day. I don’t expect you to be super awake right now.” You giggle.
You grab your phone off the table to check the time before placing it back down. 11:24 pm. Although you’re not tired, you aren’t surprised he is. It’s late and you two spent the whole day outside together.
He nods, but there’s a slight frown on his face. Disappointed in himself for falling asleep. “I don’t wanna miss out on an important scene.” He gestures to the large TV playing ‘Avatar: The Way of Water’ in front of you guys. The bright colors on the screen illuminate the whole room.
You roll your eyes and grab the remote, “We can watch it another time. Don’t force yourself to stay awake because of a movie.” You respond, pressing the power off button on the remote. The house becomes completely dark and quiet as soon as the TV turns off. The only sound heard is the ocean waves crashing outside and your guys’ faint breaths. The only source of light was the glow of the moon and stars out the window.
He’s still rubbing circles on your soft palm with his finger. You grab the side of his face, bringing a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. He feels himself blush at the sudden affection.
“I’m so grateful for you. For this.” You tell him, grabbing a seashell designed pillow on the couch and playfully hitting him with it.
You’ve been obsessed with how the house is decorated ever since you first got here. Colorful bathroom tiles. String lights hanging in each room. Plant pots in every corner. Pink, teal and orange sheer curtains covering the windows. Coconut scented candles. Everything is so perfect.
He smiles. He loves making you happy. It makes him happy. It’s infectious.
“I’m very grateful for you, too.” He responds, kissing you back on the cheek.
For a moment, it was silent. A comfortable silence.
You stare at the wall before scoffing. “It’s so dark.” You complain, crawling over to the other side of the couch and reaching your hand over to press the button of a small lamp sitting on the coffee table.
It lights up the room just right. Not too bright, but bright enough to where you can see Chosos doe eyes staring at you when you turn around. His lips soft and his dark brunette hair down, dropping to his shoulders. His beautiful body. He’s the only person that matters to you in this moment.
He’s shirtless and wearing fuzzy matching pajama pants with you. You’re wearing those pajama pants with a cropped black tank top.
As soon as the lamp turns on, the two of you take in the sight of each other. You were both sitting in the dark for so long that it felt refreshing to look at each other again.
His pupils dilate as he catches a full view of you. The light of the lamp shining on your face makes you look even more gorgeous.
“You’re beautiful.” He compliments, blushing faintly. You giggle before going in to hug him, your arms wrapping around his neck and your body now perched on top of his. He hugs you back and you make a squeak sound from the tightness of the hug which earns a laugh out of him. He’s always hugging you so tightly. The warmth of his body travels to yours.
You exhale and pull away, moving stray hairs out of his face and planting your hands onto his broad shoulders.
His hands are wrapped around your waist, staring up at you and waiting for you to say something. Your breath hitches once you fully realize what position you’re in. You’re sitting on his lap. You decide to make the most out of it. Your hand moves up to his warm neck and you feel his pulse quicken under your finger tips. You cup his neck and ask, “Do you wanna kiss me?” with a gentle smile on your face.
Hs swallows nervously, nodding. You bring your lips to his. At first it’s a few quick pecks, but it quickly escalates. He lets out a noise of surprise when your tongue enters his mouth, returning the favor and sticking his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues move around each others, wet kissing noises filling up the quiet ambience of the room.
His hand moves down to your hips, gripping the flesh of your sides and digging his fingers in. He pulls you closer to him, his hands sliding under your tank top.
His hands being right underneath your breasts made his head spin. You aren’t wearing a bra. He could touch them right now if he moves his hands a few inches higher.
You whine into his mouth, practically ready to eat his face off with the way you’re kissing him. He’s getting overstimulated. After a few more seconds of sloppy kissing, he pulls away abruptly. Theres a smacking sound as both your lips pull off of each other and he’s breathing heavily. You look down at him in concern. His hands loosen their grip around you.
The expression on his face is hard to gauge. Your eyebrows furrow as he looks away from you, still panting. “Are you okay?” You ask him, moving his jaw with your fingers— turning his head to face you.
His eyes are glassy and wide. His lips are pink and bruised from all the kissing and he’s profusely blushing. He’s a bit tense, honestly. “Huh? Y-yeah. Of course. I’m fine.” He nods, yet his voice is a bit shaky. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off.
“I-I have to use the bathroom.” He blurts, getting up off the couch and disappearing into the hall. Leaving you hot and bothered alone.
- - - - - -
He comes back after a few minutes, looking a bit disheveled.
Choso is usually composed and relaxed but currently he’s very tense. Is something wrong? You desperately want him to tell you more than what he’s letting on. You sit up a little, staring at him in curiosity.
“Hi, baby.” You greet him.
He sits besides you and exhales, staring at nothing but the floor.
That’s weird.
You both sit in silence for at least a minute now. All he’s doing is breathing. Irregularly.
Your hand goes to his bare shoulder. “Choso, you can tell me everything. You know that.” You let him know with a warming expression on your face. You rub his bicep soothingly. He looks down at you, and he’s fidgeting with his fingers in his lap.
“I know.” He answers.
“Okay, then what’s wrong?” You ask him.
He clears his throat, looking away from you with a shameful look on his face. Now you’re genuinely worried.
“Cho..” you start, before trailing off. Your eyes go down to his lap. Under his hands is a bulge through his pants. You raise an eyebrow in confusion before realizing exactly what it is.
He notices you looking at it. He feels so embarrassed.
“I.. don’t know how I should explain myself.” He starts. “I’m sorry. I-I tried to make it go down.” He speaks before you interrupt him.
“No, no, Choso. It’s fine. It’s completely fine. I understand. I’m not mad. I could never get mad at such a thing.” You tell him, making eye contact with him. “It’s a natural reaction. We were kissing.” You smile. “You could have just told me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not mad?” He asks, in disbelief. You shake your head.
“No. Of course I’m not mad. Why would you think I’d be mad?” You ask, taking his hand into yours and rubbing it softly, which just arouses him more.
He shifts in his position before beginning to speak. “I-I don’t know. I thought you’d be uncomfortable. And also I’m just not very experienced. At all.” He explains truthfully.
You shake your head. So that’s why he’s so guarded all the time.
“I’m not uncomfortable, Choso. I-I think you’re the person who makes me feel the most.. comfortable. Genuinely. And I couldn’t care less that you’re not experienced.” You tell him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him.
He looks up at you as you climb onto his lap again.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yes.” You answer instantly. “I really.. really like you.” You smile, kissing his forehead.
He blushes at your praise. “I like you too.”
You lean into him and your tongue slips into his mouth again. A gentler kiss compared to before. You wanna make him feel comfortable. Your hands are pressed on his cheeks and you pull him closer to you, forcing a deeper kiss as you tilt your head to give him more access to your mouth.
You can feel his erection growing underneath you. His bodys radiating heat. You pull away from the kiss.
“Choso, do you want me to take care of it for you?” You ask, staring into his eyes.
He looks at you for a spilt second, his eyes glossy before nodding his head up and down.
“A-Alright.” He agrees. He has an idea of what you’re insinuating.
You acknowledge his consent with a nod before going down to the floor on your knees. He shifts his body to face you. You plant both of your hands onto his large thighs, soothingly caressing him which slows his nervous shaking.
“Are you sure?” You ask him, batting your eyelashes and looking up at him. He nods, shooting you a soft smile but you can tell he’s still incredibly nervous. He’s pouting slightly.
“You don’t have to be scared, Cho. I promise.” You tell him. He nods at your words, trying to steady his breathing.
You pull down his pants and he watches you, feeling the most vulnerable he’s ever felt right now. He’s not wearing anything underneath. His hardened cock springs out and slaps his bare abdomen. You gasp. It’s long. Thick. Just over 7 inches. His tip is flushed an angry reddish color and it’s leaking pre cum. He visibly perks up once you gasp at the sight. His heart is beating like crazy right now.
You grab his dick into your hands, giving it a few slow, shallow strokes. Your fingers are small compared to his size, barely fully wrapping around his girth. Each drop of pre cum just lubricates his cock more and the quiet atmosphere of the room is filled by the wet noises of you stroking him and Choso’s heavy breathing. He’s shifting like crazy each time you simply move your hand.
You bring your thumb to his spongey tip, sliding it over back and forth which causes him to relax his entire body into the soft couch cushions, his head faced towards the ceiling and his big brown eyes fluttering shut as he whines.
You then bring your soft lips to his tip, kissing it lovingly. He cracks open his eyes and lifts his head, staring down at you. “What..” He starts, swallowing. “What are you doing?” He asks.
You giggle and shush him with a smile on your face, sticking your tongue out and flicking it directly on the slit of his tip, which immediately makes him cough in surprise.
He starts to panic, large hands shaky. “Can I touch you?” He asks.
You nod, still kissing his tip. His hand immediately goes to your hair, gently gripping a section next to your ear. You love that about him. He’s always so tender with you. Like you’re the most fragile person in the world. You trust him implicitly.
As soon as he grips your hair, your wet, warm mouth wraps around his twitching dick.
You push your head down, his length disappearing inch by inch into your mouth until he’s almost fully lodged in. You try to reach all the way down to the base of his dick but you choke halfway through, your throat contracting around him as you gag and immediately pull off of him. Your eyes are red and watery now.
Choso’s instantly concerned. Everything feels so good for him but your comfort always comes before his own pleasure. “S-shit.. are you okay?” He asks, straightening his posture and pulling his hand out of your hair. His eyes look all over you for any signs of injury.
You wipe your teary eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m fine, Choso.” You tell him. “You’re just too big.” You tease, letting out a giggle. You go in to stroke him a few times more with your hand. He immediately whimpers once he feels your touch again.
You grab the base of his cock and lower your head, taking him into your mouth again.
You bob your head up and down his length while your hand strokes the rest of his length that you can’t fit down your throat. It makes such vulgar noises.
He feels like he’s in heaven right now. And it shows. He’s whiny mess. His usual pale, light skin is pink all over. He’s sweating bricks and writhing underneath you every second. His abs are flexing involuntarily.
“G-gosh..” He moans, voice cracking.
The adams apple in his throat bobs as he swallows, overwhelmed by the sight and the feeling of you stroking and sucking him at the same time. Eventually you move your hand away and attempt to take all of him into your mouth— slower this time so you don’t choke again.
You push your head down and he aids you, gently planting his large hand on the top of your head and pushing it down. He watches in awe as your nose touches his pelvis, his dick fully in your mouth now. You hold there for a few seconds, your tongue swirling around his cock which feels so good it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“O-oh my.. god.” He whimpers, heavily breathing and tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m getting so.. so close.”
You nod, pulling your mouth off of him and staring him in the eye. “Where do you wanna cum?” You ask, replacing your mouth with your hand, stroking him and making direct eye contact. He looks at you in a panicked state. “W-what?!” He asks, absolutely perplexed by the question you just asked.
“Where? In my mouth?” You ask, still stroking him relentlessly. His face is redder than a tomato right now. His eyes dart down to your black tank top revealing a decent amount of cleavage.
“I- on your boobs?” He answers hesitantly.
You wrap your lips back around him, hollowing out your cheeks so you can suck him tighter. He whimpers more than ever, mumbling incoherent babbles as your tongue swirls on his tip and you bob your head up and down, lewd sounds coming out each time.
“I’m so close.. p-please!” He begs. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point.
You pull off of him. “Touch yourself, Choso.” You order him. He immediately grabs his dick and starts stroking it. His hand is not nearly as small as yours so it feels less tight around him. You swiftly take off your tank top to reveal your bare chest to him.
His eyes widen and his hand quickens unintentionally, aiming his dick to your boobs. “A-agh..” He moans. And after 3 more quick strokes, hot cum shoots out of his dick and straight onto your boobs, coating them in his mess. He throws his head back in bliss.
He releases his grip and slumps into the cushions of the couch, physically exhausted. You get up off your knees and bring a kiss to his lips, smiling and whispering, “Good job.” in his ear.
His big arms rub your bare back softly. “Thank you. So much.” He smiles shyly.
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summary: your tutor has a crush on you. maybe a bit more than a crush.
nerd gojo, college campus, nerdjo, student reader, social media, tutoring, mutual crushing, suggestiveness, crush, erection, fem reader, shoko ieiri mention, suguru geto mention, virgin satoru
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You were struggling. Each lecture just made you feel disoriented and confused after. You had no set schedule or order when it came to studying, and your grades were starting to show that— which just stressed you out even more. If you kept going at this pace, you’d surely fail the semester.
Which is why Satoru Gojo is— quite literally— the best thing that ever happened to you. You meet him in a library, searching for some textbook your professor mentioned earlier in lecture that day— you didn’t have a clue of what exactly you were even looking for, honestly. Then his tall frame stood over you, immediately startling you.
“Holy shit!” You exclaim, flinching harsly. Those words came out louder than you expected them to. A few students shoot glares at you from various directions and you feel your face get warm in embarrassment.
His eyes widen, realizing he startled you. “Oh gosh, apologies.” his kind voice spoke.
You turn your head, actually getting a good look at him and you’re pleasantly surprised. He doesn’t look scary at all… just… regular. He was standing there, a light smile on his lips. He’s wearing a basic white shirt, light wash jeans fitting loosely around him. A pair of black converse neatly laced. He is noticeably handsome. Taller than you. Muscular. Soft, pink lips. Bright white hair. Big, blue, beautiful eyes innocently wide behind the clear lenses of his glasses. They are pretty. Just like the ocean under sunlight.
“I-I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. I was just gonna ask if you need help finding anything.” He says, gesturing to the shelf of books you ruined while shuffling through them for at least 5 minutes now. He was watching you across the room the entire time, debating if he should go up to you or not. You furrow your eyebrows, staring at him. He wasn’t a worker here. Why was he trying to help you?
You shake your head, feeling stupid as you look back at the mess you made on the bookshelf. “No, no! I’m fine. Just.. looking around.” You shrug.
You were definitely feeling nervous. His voice was so clear. So sharp. So deep. Everything about him was appealing.
He purses his lips in uncertainty before beginning to speak again. “Really?” he questions.
“Really.” You nod reassuringly.
“Okay.” he responds, calmly. A smile still on his face.
What a strange interaction.
He wasn’t trying to get your number or anything, like most guys would. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to help. Rare. It almost upset you that he didn’t ask for your number. He was so handsome, who wouldn’t want some of that? You scoff and block out your desperate thoughts.
He stands there, waiting for you to speak again. You don’t.
You simply shoot him a quick smile before walking away with your bag slung over your shoulder and your phone in hand. As you walk away you hear a faint “See you around.” spill from his lips. You feel a pang in your chest. Not a negative feeling. Just a feeling.
You then went straight to your dorm, grabbing some of your hygiene products and making your way to the communal showers. You were always grossed out at the idea of sharing showers with other students. Strangers. But you try to make the best out of it. You shower, do your skincare routine, and brush your teeth. You go back to your dorm room, wrapped in a large towel. You then rub some lotion on your legs and arms, slip into an oversized shirt and some shorts, and slump comfortably in bed.
You grab your phone, texting a few friends back and scrolling for a while on social media before finally putting it down and closing your eyes to sleep. As soon as you did so, a buzz disturbed you.
You crack open your eyes, staring at your phone on the nightstand. It was lit. You grab it and notice an Instagram notification.
‘Satoru.Gojo followed you’
Everytime someone requests to follow you, you get a little anxious and check your page to see if you have anything dumb posted. Anything that’d be bad for first impressions. You check your highlights and all of your posts. Nothing silly up right now. Anyway, you barely even post besides random shit on your close friends (which only a few people have access to) and pictures of yourself, food, or aesthetically pleasing scenery.
You check his page before accepting his request. He has 923 followers, 78 following. He seemed to follow other students and a few celebrities here and there. You guys had some common mutuals. You follow him back. His account is public. There are just a few posts. He used to play on his high school basketball team, you notice from his older posts. His recent ones are just pictures from vacations or pictures with his friends. He has no bio. His profile picture is him smiling and posing with some guy wearing a manbun. It didn’t take you long to realize he’s the guy you met earlier in the library. Such distinct and unique features. White hair. Bright blue eyes. How did he manage to find you on here? In his profile picture, he has on a different pair of glasses. They were tinted sunglasses instead of clear ones you saw him wearing earlier. He’s wearing a navy blue sweater with a teddy bear on it. His friend looks annoyed in this picture. He seems to be the one annoying him. You’re pretty sure that friend is Suguru Geto from one of your classes.
You were starting to get a bit nervous. What time is it? You immediately pull down the tab to check the time. 11:24 pm. A bit late to be following people on Instagram.
He immediately sends you a text, only about two minutes after you followed him. You click on it to see what it says.
“Hey, my friend told me you’re struggling with your classes. I was wondering if you would like some help. I’d be happy to help. I’ve tutored other students before.”
You read the message with some butterflies in your stomach before typing up a response. A friend told him about you?
“what friend?” You reply, immediately regretting it. It seems like a cold response to such a kind message.
“Shoko Ieiri. You guys are close, no?” he replies.
You read his text message. Shoko. You met her two years ago. You guys hang out pretty often and you even stayed at her house for christmas break last year. You do remember telling her about how this semester is kicking your ass. She’s close friends with Satoru and that other guy, Suguru.
“oh, right. we are pretty close.”
He reads your message but doesn’t send a response, which leads you to send another message.
“you would tutor me?” You ask.
“Yes.” He replies.
You bite your lip, starting to think. Moneys tight right now. This kid seemed.. pretty rich (based off the various vacations he had up on his instagram) and not ready to waste his time tutoring for a low price.
“that sounds great but i don’t really have the money to pay for it right now. thanks for offering tho.”
You close your phone, feeling disappointed and annoyed. It buzzes again. You raise your eyebrow. He texted.
“Moneys not an issue.”
He’d tutor you for free. What’s he gaining out of that?
“oh, okay. well are you free on wednesday and thursday night? those are the days leading up to my chem exam. friday.”
“Got it. I will call you then.” He says, then sends his phone number, with a little smiling emoji right after.
“okay. thank you! goodnight.” you respond.
“Of course. Sleep well.”
You feel more butterflies in your stomach. Why would he wanna tutor you for free? Could he be interested in you? You shake your head. He probably just wants to do something in his free time— to be helpful.
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Wednesday rolled around quick. You weren’t doing a totally awful job at keeping up with your studies but you definitely needed some help. You sit in your dorm room, staring at the various papers, books and the laptop gleaming infront of you, lighting up the dark atmosphere. You were a bit anxious the whole day— to see him again. Control yourself, you think. It’s only tutoring. Nothing more.
It’s 6:39 pm when he rings your phone. You saved his contact as soon as he gave you his number. You’ve heard his name multiple times around campus from students and even some professors but you never met him personally. He’s pretty popular. Known to be smart, social, and kind. What’s there not to love? Shoko mentions him every now and then. They’re definitely close, but she doesn’t talk about him much.
You pick up his call, speaking first. “Hello?”
He clears his throat. “Hello, I’m at the parking lot.”
You raise an eyebrow. At the parking lot? Why would he be there? You expected to meet him at his dorm or in the library, or even outside in the grass field where some students study occasionally.
You ignore it. He certainly has a reason to be meeting you there. “Okay. I’ll be there.” You tell him. He made an ‘Mhm’ noise of acknowledgement and then hung up.
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After a five minute walk or so, you’re standing in the parking lot, looking around for his car. After a few seconds, you notice him standing outside of his car and calling your name casually— as if you guys are already friends. He’s very welcoming, you have to admit. You walk over to him and he opens the passenger door for you.
The two of you greet eachother, both taking a seat in the car before an awkward silence fills the vehicle. You broke that silence.
“So why are we in your car?” You ask with pure curiosity in your tone, looking up at him.
He grips his steering wheel and looks back at you. At first he’s genuinely confused by your question until he realizes the nature of it. “Oh right. I don’t live on campus. We’re going to my house.” He explains. You nod, a quiet ‘Oh’ coming out of you.
He then gets a good look at you. You look all done up. Light makeup complimenting your features. Your hair is nicely styled. You have simple jewelry on your neck and wrist. You’re wearing a pink skirt and a matching pink tank top. His eyes wandered down to the lace of your white bra sticking out, your pleavage plump. He looks away and swallows, his adams apple bobbing. You don’t notice at all.
His eyes then go down to stare at your plush thighs sitting pretty on the leather car seat. He immediately looks away from you. Feeling like some stupid pervert.
“Um- I live pretty close.” He adds, as he starts his car, pulls out of the parking lot and into the road. It’s a calm drive. The tree leaves swing in the wind. The road empty and silent. The sun is setting, leaving the sky a beautiful orangey pink color, barely any clouds visible.
“So, we’re only going over chemistry, right?” He asks you. You turn to him. His eyes were on the road, but they darted towards you, waiting for your response.
“Yeah, yeah. I need to focus on it for my exam. Today and tomorrow.” You answer. He nods. You sit there thinking before speaking again. “We can do other subjects after this. I definitely need the help.” You joke. He lets out a light chuckle and nods once more.
“Right, of course.” He responds. You smile softly. “I’m not sure how long you’re gonna be tutoring me, though? I.. I don’t wanna waste your time or anything. I’m very grateful for this, obviously. I hope I can get more academically advanced soon so I can get out of your hair.” You blurt out. You watch as his eyebrows furrow, but his eyes don’t leave the road. He shakes his head.
“I don’t mind tutoring you for any amount of time. Really. We can keep going until the end of the semester if you need it.” He replies. “I genuinely don’t mind.” He emphasizes.
You felt your stomach flutter a bit. He was being so kind. A soft ‘Okay’ leaves your lips before you pull out your phone, finding something to do on there so you don’t look so bored.
You feel him glancing at you every now and then. You two don’t say anything to each other the rest of the drive but the atmosphere is calm and comforting.
After a few minutes of driving, he pulls into his driveway. You put your phone in your bag and stare out the car window, at his house. It’s really nice. Big. He steps out of his car and opens the passenger seat— letting you out before you can even do it yourself.
You follow him to his doorstep cluelessy as he turns the keys in the lock. He takes off his slides at the door and makes his way upstairs. You don’t take off your shoes at the door. Your sandals make a clicking noise with each step as you trail behind him.
His house is huge. Stunning kitchen. A spacious living room with a large flat screen TV above the brick fireplace. You follow him into his room. Nobody seems to be home.
His room is neat. Dark bed sheets and multiple pillows decorating his bed. A fluffy blanket neatly folded in the corner. He has a large bathroom in his room and a balcony. Jeez. He has polaroids above his desk, books adoring the shelves and a laptop sitting there unopened. He has a few stuffed animals and unopened figurines in the corner of his room on an isolated shelf. He also has a few lego sets over there too. A huge carpet covered almost all of the wooden tile in his room. His closet doors are shut closed, with an empty laundry basket infront of it.
“You have a nice room.” you complimented, the sunlight from the balcony window shining on you as you speak, causing you to squint a little. You could hear a genuine smile in his voice as he muttered a soft ‘Thank you’. You can’t see him speak. You only saw his back as you were right behind him. You wanted to see him smile. You got butterflies in your stomach every time he did.
He sits down on his king sized bed and pats a spot next to him for you to sit. You kick off your sparky sandals and sit next to him, criss cross apple sauce. He took off his sweater, leaving him in just a tight black shirt and black sweatpants. You stared at his large biceps for a spilt second before looking away immediately. Biting your lip. Control yourself.
As he pulled out all the supplies from his bag, explaining whatever subject he was going over, you couldn’t help but zone out. You never expected to be in such a situation. In Satoru Gojos house. In his room. On his bed. Studying with him.
“Are you listening?” He says, while looking at you— which snaps you out of your thoughts. You immediately dart your eyes up at him.
“Of course. Yeah, yeah I am.” You swallowed. That’s a lie. You had no idea what he was saying just now.
He stares back— raising an eyebrow slightly. He then looks up and down at you. He’s honestly heavily distracted as well. Your skin is just so smooth. Your nails and toes are nicely painted and your cleavage is nice and plump. And your skirt is just so short. He couldn’t get over it if he tried. The criss cross position you were sitting in didn’t make it any better for him. He swears he can see your panties under that skirt. It’s in his head more than he’d like it to be. Suddenly the room feels hot and each word that leaves your lips sounds like music to his ears. He was anticipating you talking a little more. He’s craving it. He avoids eye contact with you as he continues to go over the topic, this time with stuttering and nervousness in his tone.
You listen to him attentively now, not wanting to be caught in a daze again. The nervous tone of his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He stutters literally every time you guys make eye contact. You listen to him speak for a minute before eventually interrupting him.
“Hey, are you.. like okay?” You ask, genuinely concerned.
“Huh?” He whines, unexpectedly.
Your eyes widen.
His eyes widen.
Why did he just whine?
Oh.
He’s hard. He makes it painfully obvious. His eyes mistakenly dart to his own crotch area as soon as you speak to him. Like an idiot.
You notice the slight bulge through the thick fabric of his pants. He notices you notice. You notice he notices you noticed. He notices you notice he noticed you noticed.
He starts to freak out, hands getting sweaty and clammy. Forehead tense.
“Um, h-hold on.. excuse me.” He mumbles before getting up to go to his bathroom and immediately shutting the door. You sit on his bed, absolutely dumbfounded. He was hard? From.. explaining chemistry? Why? Did he have a crush on you this whole time? Did he ask to tutor you to get you in his room and…
Your thoughts trail.
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Meanwhile, Satoru is having a mini meltdown in that bathroom. Why does he have to be so bad at controlling himself— he thought. Pull it together. He doesn’t know why he agreed to do this, knowing he has a raging crush on you. He has for a while now. He notices you on campus. At the cafe, at the gym, in the hallways, in the food court, literally everywhere. He stalks your instagram like it’s his religion. He blushes every time Shoko mentions you in conversation. This was his chance to get at you and be some sort of help towards you and now he’s totally ruining it with his pathetic fucking erection.
“Fuck.” He whispers under his breath, trying to tuck his dick into his waistband in a way that it doesn’t show. He knew there was no chance of it going down. At all. Not while you were wearing that tiny ass skirt. He takes a few deep breaths before walking back out. Casually. Well, as casual as one can be in that situation. Satoru is not one to get super nervous like this. He’s not a loser, is he??? He’s not some weird pathetic nerd either.. right???
Eventually, he walks out of his bathroom. He sits back down a little further away from you than he was before. “Apologies. Where was I?” He asks, clearing his throat. He’s uncomfortably shifting, like, every second now as he begins to ramble on again about chemistry. He’s really trying his hardest to help you— No— help himself. Help himself not look like a desperate, touch starved dumbass infront of the girl he likes.
That’s exactly what he feels like. A desperate, touch starved dumbass.
You could hear the shakiness in his tone. Anyone could. At this point, a deaf person could.
You put your hand on his and he goes completely silent, his eyes widening bigger than planets.
“Um.. Satoru, do you like me?”
He swallows, his adams apple bobbing in his throat. “W-what?”
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summary: giving innocent choso a blowjob on a summer night
content: fem reader, blowjob, handjob, virgin choso, innocent choso, overstimulation, crying, inexperienced choso, established relationship, yuji mention, summer vacation, oral (male receiving), praise, kissing, making out, ejaculation, no use of y/n
You and your boyfriend, Choso, have been dating for around 2 months now.
You guys met in a coffee shop and hit it off ever since. He offered to pay for your food and you ended up giving him your number.
The best decision you’ve ever made.
He’s adorable, caring, and always finds a way to spend time with you. Not just with you, but with other people too. Every day you see how involved he is with his little brother, Yuji. It’s the sweetest.
Your relationship is going smooth. He’s always there to tag along with whatever plans you have. Even your friends don’t mind when he shows up to occasional hang outs, which is rare since they usually hate your choice in men. He takes you shopping all the time. He buys your favorite snacks in bulk so you never run out of them. He just loves seeing you happy. He watches you do your hair and makeup every morning in admiration, whether it’d be over facetime or in person. The relationship can’t be any more perfect.
To him.
What he doesn’t know is that you’re starting to get a little needy.
You love everything about him except the fact that he can’t catch a hint.
You try to give him some grace. You can tell how little he knows of his body— your body and everything that comes with. But he never talks about anything even remotely sexual. Every time you tease him or joke with him suggestively, he totally brushes it off or misinterprets it.
How is it that someone his age is so clueless?
His eyes are always wide with innocence. It’s cute. Really. But you want more from him. It’s starting to feel like a friendship.
- - - - - -
One summer night, you two are watching a movie series on the couch.
Choso had surprised you by booking a beach house for you two to stay in for vacation. He had Yujis help planning everything and it was all worth it once he saw the smile on your face when you found out.
The house is nice. It has a large kitchen and a beautifully decorated living room. There’s windows all around, giving a clear view of the ocean and the field of sand. There’s two bedrooms and two bathrooms. More than enough space for the both of you.
Although you and Choso share a bedroom, it doesn’t really feel that way.
You’d go to sleep with him hugging you from behind, all cozy and affectionate but then you’d wake up in the morning with him not even in bed anymore. He’s always up before you. And he doesn’t kiss you before bed. He barely even kisses you at all besides slight pecks here and there. He doesn’t touch you often unless he’s holding your hand or bringing you into a tight hug.
You guys don’t do anything that couples usually do when they’re alone together. It bothers you more than you’d like.
Chosos head is resting on top of yours as he dozes off, not paying attention the movie is playing in the background.
You can hear his light breathing as he sleeps peacefully, his chest rising up and down with each snore. You smile to yourself before tapping the side of his cheek with your finger, waking him up instantly.
He makes a sound of surprise before his eyes crack open and he apologizes for dozing off— straightening his posture and lifting his head off of you. He grabs your small hand into his large one, rubbing soothing circles on your palm with his index finger and relaxing his body into the couch pillows.
You look up at him, moving the hair out of his face with your other hand and reassuring him. “It’s fine, Cho. We were swimming all day. I don’t expect you to be super awake right now.” You giggle.
You grab your phone off the table to check the time before placing it back down. 11:24 pm. Although you’re not tired, you aren’t surprised he is. It’s late and you two spent the whole day outside together.
He nods, but there’s a slight frown on his face. Disappointed in himself for falling asleep. “I don’t wanna miss out on an important scene.” He gestures to the large TV playing ‘Avatar: The Way of Water’ in front of you guys. The bright colors on the screen illuminate the whole room.
You roll your eyes and grab the remote, “We can watch it another time. Don’t force yourself to stay awake because of a movie.” You respond, pressing the power off button on the remote. The house becomes completely dark and quiet as soon as the TV turns off. The only sound heard is the ocean waves crashing outside and your guys’ faint breaths. The only source of light was the glow of the moon and stars out the window.
He’s still rubbing circles on your soft palm with his finger. You grab the side of his face, bringing a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. He feels himself blush at the sudden affection.
“I’m so grateful for you. For this.” You tell him, grabbing a seashell designed pillow on the couch and playfully hitting him with it.
You’ve been obsessed with how the house is decorated ever since you first got here. Colorful bathroom tiles. String lights hanging in each room. Plant pots in every corner. Pink, teal and orange sheer curtains covering the windows. Coconut scented candles. Everything is so perfect.
He smiles. He loves making you happy. It makes him happy. It’s infectious.
“I’m very grateful for you, too.” He responds, kissing you back on the cheek.
For a moment, it was silent. A comfortable silence.
You stare at the wall before scoffing. “It’s so dark.” You complain, crawling over to the other side of the couch and reaching your hand over to press the button of a small lamp sitting on the coffee table.
It lights up the room just right. Not too bright, but bright enough to where you can see Chosos doe eyes staring at you when you turn around. His lips soft and his dark brunette hair down, dropping to his shoulders. His beautiful body. He’s the only person that matters to you in this moment.
He’s shirtless and wearing fuzzy matching pajama pants with you. You’re wearing those pajama pants with a cropped black tank top.
As soon as the lamp turns on, the two of you take in the sight of each other. You were both sitting in the dark for so long that it felt refreshing to look at each other again.
His pupils dilate as he catches a full view of you. The light of the lamp shining on your face makes you look even more gorgeous.
“You’re beautiful.” He compliments, blushing faintly. You giggle before going in to hug him, your arms wrapping around his neck and your body now perched on top of his. He hugs you back and you make a squeak sound from the tightness of the hug which earns a laugh out of him. He’s always hugging you so tightly. The warmth of his body travels to yours.
You exhale and pull away, moving stray hairs out of his face and planting your hands onto his broad shoulders.
His hands are wrapped around your waist, staring up at you and waiting for you to say something. Your breath hitches once you fully realize what position you’re in. You’re sitting on his lap. You decide to make the most out of it. Your hand moves up to his warm neck and you feel his pulse quicken under your finger tips. You cup his neck and ask, “Do you wanna kiss me?” with a gentle smile on your face.
Hs swallows nervously, nodding. You bring your lips to his. At first it’s a few quick pecks, but it quickly escalates. He lets out a noise of surprise when your tongue enters his mouth, returning the favor and sticking his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues move around each others, wet kissing noises filling up the quiet ambience of the room.
His hand moves down to your hips, gripping the flesh of your sides and digging his fingers in. He pulls you closer to him, his hands sliding under your tank top.
His hands being right underneath your breasts made his head spin. You aren’t wearing a bra. He could touch them right now if he moves his hands a few inches higher.
You whine into his mouth, practically ready to eat his face off with the way you’re kissing him. He’s getting overstimulated. After a few more seconds of sloppy kissing, he pulls away abruptly. Theres a smacking sound as both your lips pull off of each other and he’s breathing heavily. You look down at him in concern. His hands loosen their grip around you.
The expression on his face is hard to gauge. Your eyebrows furrow as he looks away from you, still panting. “Are you okay?” You ask him, moving his jaw with your fingers— turning his head to face you.
His eyes are glassy and wide. His lips are pink and bruised from all the kissing and he’s profusely blushing. He’s a bit tense, honestly. “Huh? Y-yeah. Of course. I’m fine.” He nods, yet his voice is a bit shaky. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off.
“I-I have to use the bathroom.” He blurts, getting up off the couch and disappearing into the hall. Leaving you hot and bothered alone.
- - - - - -
He comes back after a few minutes, looking a bit disheveled.
Choso is usually composed and relaxed but currently he’s very tense. Is something wrong? You desperately want him to tell you more than what he’s letting on. You sit up a little, staring at him in curiosity.
“Hi, baby.” You greet him.
He sits besides you and exhales, staring at nothing but the floor.
That’s weird.
You both sit in silence for at least a minute now. All he’s doing is breathing. Irregularly.
Your hand goes to his bare shoulder. “Choso, you can tell me everything. You know that.” You let him know with a warming expression on your face. You rub his bicep soothingly. He looks down at you, and he’s fidgeting with his fingers in his lap.
“I know.” He answers.
“Okay, then what’s wrong?” You ask him.
He clears his throat, looking away from you with a shameful look on his face. Now you’re genuinely worried.
“Cho..” you start, before trailing off. Your eyes go down to his lap. Under his hands is a bulge through his pants. You raise an eyebrow in confusion before realizing exactly what it is.
He notices you looking at it. He feels so embarrassed.
“I.. don’t know how I should explain myself.” He starts. “I’m sorry. I-I tried to make it go down.” He speaks before you interrupt him.
“No, no, Choso. It’s fine. It’s completely fine. I understand. I’m not mad. I could never get mad at such a thing.” You tell him, making eye contact with him. “It’s a natural reaction. We were kissing.” You smile. “You could have just told me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not mad?” He asks, in disbelief. You shake your head.
“No. Of course I’m not mad. Why would you think I’d be mad?” You ask, taking his hand into yours and rubbing it softly, which just arouses him more.
He shifts in his position before beginning to speak. “I-I don’t know. I thought you’d be uncomfortable. And also I’m just not very experienced. At all.” He explains truthfully.
You shake your head. So that’s why he’s so guarded all the time.
“I’m not uncomfortable, Choso. I-I think you’re the person who makes me feel the most.. comfortable. Genuinely. And I couldn’t care less that you’re not experienced.” You tell him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him.
He looks up at you as you climb onto his lap again.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yes.” You answer instantly. “I really.. really like you.” You smile, kissing his forehead.
He blushes at your praise. “I like you too.”
You lean into him and your tongue slips into his mouth again. A gentler kiss compared to before. You wanna make him feel comfortable. Your hands are pressed on his cheeks and you pull him closer to you, forcing a deeper kiss as you tilt your head to give him more access to your mouth.
You can feel his erection growing underneath you. His bodys radiating heat. You pull away from the kiss.
“Choso, do you want me to take care of it for you?” You ask, staring into his eyes.
He looks at you for a spilt second, his eyes glossy before nodding his head up and down.
“A-Alright.” He agrees. He has an idea of what you’re insinuating.
You acknowledge his consent with a nod before going down to the floor on your knees. He shifts his body to face you. You plant both of your hands onto his large thighs, soothingly caressing him which slows his nervous shaking.
“Are you sure?” You ask him, batting your eyelashes and looking up at him. He nods, shooting you a soft smile but you can tell he’s still incredibly nervous. He’s pouting slightly.
“You don’t have to be scared, Cho. I promise.” You tell him. He nods at your words, trying to steady his breathing.
You pull down his pants and he watches you, feeling the most vulnerable he’s ever felt right now. He’s not wearing anything underneath. His hardened cock springs out and slaps his bare abdomen. You gasp. It’s long. Thick. Just over 7 inches. His tip is flushed an angry reddish color and it’s leaking pre cum. He visibly perks up once you gasp at the sight. His heart is beating like crazy right now.
You grab his dick into your hands, giving it a few slow, shallow strokes. Your fingers are small compared to his size, barely fully wrapping around his girth. Each drop of pre cum just lubricates his cock more and the quiet atmosphere of the room is filled by the wet noises of you stroking him and Choso’s heavy breathing. He’s shifting like crazy each time you simply move your hand.
You bring your thumb to his spongey tip, sliding it over back and forth which causes him to relax his entire body into the soft couch cushions, his head faced towards the ceiling and his big brown eyes fluttering shut as he whines.
You then bring your soft lips to his tip, kissing it lovingly. He cracks open his eyes and lifts his head, staring down at you. “What..” He starts, swallowing. “What are you doing?” He asks.
You giggle and shush him with a smile on your face, sticking your tongue out and flicking it directly on the slit of his tip, which immediately makes him cough in surprise.
He starts to panic, large hands shaky. “Can I touch you?” He asks.
You nod, still kissing his tip. His hand immediately goes to your hair, gently gripping a section next to your ear. You love that about him. He’s always so tender with you. Like you’re the most fragile person in the world. You trust him implicitly.
As soon as he grips your hair, your wet, warm mouth wraps around his twitching dick.
You push your head down, his length disappearing inch by inch into your mouth until he’s almost fully lodged in. You try to reach all the way down to the base of his dick but you choke halfway through, your throat contracting around him as you gag and immediately pull off of him. Your eyes are red and watery now.
Choso’s instantly concerned. Everything feels so good for him but your comfort always comes before his own pleasure. “S-shit.. are you okay?” He asks, straightening his posture and pulling his hand out of your hair. His eyes look all over you for any signs of injury.
You wipe your teary eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m fine, Choso.” You tell him. “You’re just too big.” You tease, letting out a giggle. You go in to stroke him a few times more with your hand. He immediately whimpers once he feels your touch again.
You grab the base of his cock and lower your head, taking him into your mouth again.
You bob your head up and down his length while your hand strokes the rest of his length that you can’t fit down your throat. It makes such vulgar noises.
He feels like he’s in heaven right now. And it shows. He’s a whiny mess. His usual pale, light skin is pink all over. He’s sweating bricks and writhing underneath you every second. His abs are flexing involuntarily.
“G-gosh..” He moans, voice cracking.
The adams apple in his throat bobs as he swallows, overwhelmed by the sight and the feeling of you stroking and sucking him at the same time. Eventually you move your hand away and attempt to take all of him into your mouth— slower this time so you don’t choke again.
You push your head down and he aids you, gently planting his large hand on the top of your head and pushing it down. He watches in awe as your nose touches his pelvis, his dick fully in your mouth now. You hold there for a few seconds, your tongue swirling around his cock which feels so good it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“O-oh my.. god.” He whimpers, heavily breathing and tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m getting so.. so close.”
You nod, pulling your mouth off of him and staring him in the eye. “Where do you wanna cum?” You ask, replacing your mouth with your hand, stroking him and making direct eye contact. He looks at you in a panicked state. “W-what?!” He asks, absolutely perplexed by the question you just asked.
“Where? In my mouth?” You ask, still stroking him relentlessly. His face is redder than a tomato right now. His eyes dart down to your black tank top revealing a decent amount of cleavage.
“I- on your boobs?” He answers hesitantly.
You wrap your lips back around him, hollowing out your cheeks so you can suck him tighter. He whimpers more than ever, mumbling incoherent babbles as your tongue swirls on his tip and you bob your head up and down, lewd sounds coming out each time.
“I’m so close.. p-please!” He begs. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point.
You pull off of him. “Touch yourself, Choso.” You order him. He immediately grabs his dick and starts stroking it. His hand is not nearly as small as yours so it feels less tight around him. You swiftly take off your tank top to reveal your bare chest to him.
His eyes widen and his hand quickens unintentionally, aiming his dick to your boobs. “A-agh..” He moans. And after 3 more quick strokes, hot cum shoots out of his dick and straight onto your boobs, coating them in his mess. He throws his head back in bliss.
He releases his grip and slumps into the cushions of the couch, physically exhausted. You get up off your knees and bring a kiss to his lips, smiling and whispering, “Good job.” in his ear.
His big arms rub your bare back softly. “Thank you. So much.” He smiles shyly.
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summary: giving innocent choso a blowjob on a summer night
content: fem reader, blowjob, handjob, virgin choso, innocent choso, inexperienced choso, established relationship, yuji mention, summer vacation, oral (male receiving), praise, kissing, making out, ejaculation, no use of y/n
You and your boyfriend, Choso, have been dating for around 2 months now.
You guys met in a coffee shop and hit it off ever since. He offered to pay for your food and you ended up giving him your number.
The best decision you’ve ever made.
He’s adorable, caring, and always finds a way to spend time with you. Not just with you, but with other people too. Every day you see how involved he is with his little brother, Yuji. It’s the sweetest.
Your relationship is going smooth. He’s always there to tag along with whatever plans you have. Even your friends don’t mind when he shows up to occasional hang outs, which is rare since they usually hate your choice in men. He takes you shopping all the time. He buys your favorite snacks in bulk so you never run out of them. He just loves seeing you happy. He watches you do your hair and makeup every morning in admiration, whether it’d be over facetime or in person. The relationship can’t be any more perfect.
To him.
What he doesn’t know is that you’re starting to get a little needy.
You love everything about him except the fact that he can’t catch a hint.
You try to give him some grace. You can tell how little he knows of his body— your body and everything that comes with. But he never talks about anything even remotely sexual. Every time you tease him or joke with him suggestively, he totally brushes it off or misinterprets it.
How is it that someone his age is so clueless?
His eyes are always wide with innocence. It’s cute. Really. But you want more from him. It’s starting to feel like a friendship.
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One summer night, you two are watching a movie series on the couch.
Choso had surprised you by booking a beach house for you two to stay in for vacation. He had Yujis help planning everything and it was all worth it once he saw the smile on your face when you found out.
The house is nice. It has a large kitchen and a beautifully decorated living room. There’s windows all around, giving a clear view of the ocean and the field of sand. There’s two bedrooms and two bathrooms. More than enough space for the both of you.
Although you and Choso share a bedroom, it doesn’t really feel that way.
You’d go to sleep with him hugging you from behind, all cozy and affectionate but then you’d wake up in the morning with him not even in bed anymore. He’s always up before you. And he doesn’t kiss you before bed. He barely even kisses you at all besides slight pecks here and there. He doesn’t touch you often unless he’s holding your hand or bringing you into a tight hug.
You guys don’t do anything that couples usually do when they’re alone together. It bothers you more than you’d like.
Chosos head is resting on top of yours as he dozes off, not paying attention the movie is playing in the background.
You can hear his light breathing as he sleeps peacefully, his chest rising up and down with each snore. You smile to yourself before tapping the side of his cheek with your finger, waking him up instantly.
He makes a sound of surprise before his eyes crack open and he apologizes for dozing off— straightening his posture and lifting his head off of you. He grabs your small hand into his large one, rubbing soothing circles on your palm with his index finger and relaxing his body into the couch pillows.
You look up at him, moving the hair out of his face with your other hand and reassuring him. “It’s fine, Cho. We were swimming all day. I don’t expect you to be super awake right now.” You giggle.
You grab your phone off the table to check the time before placing it back down. 11:24 pm. Although you’re not tired, you aren’t surprised he is. It’s late and you two spent the whole day outside together.
He nods, but there’s a slight frown on his face. Disappointed in himself for falling asleep. “I don’t wanna miss out on an important scene.” He gestures to the large TV playing ‘Avatar: The Way of Water’ in front of you guys. The bright colors on the screen illuminate the whole room.
You roll your eyes and grab the remote, “We can watch it another time. Don’t force yourself to stay awake because of a movie.” You respond, pressing the power off button on the remote. The house becomes completely dark and quiet as soon as the TV turns off. The only sound heard is the ocean waves crashing outside and your guys’ faint breaths. The only source of light was the glow of the moon and stars out the window.
He’s still rubbing circles on your soft palm with his finger. You grab the side of his face, bringing a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. He feels himself blush at the sudden affection.
“I’m so grateful for you. For this.” You tell him, grabbing a seashell designed pillow on the couch and playfully hitting him with it.
You’ve been obsessed with how the house is decorated ever since you first got here. Colorful bathroom tiles. String lights hanging in each room. Plant pots in every corner. Pink, teal and orange sheer curtains covering the windows. Coconut scented candles. Everything is so perfect.
He smiles. He loves making you happy. It makes him happy. It’s infectious.
“I’m very grateful for you, too.” He responds, kissing you back on the cheek.
For a moment, it was silent. A comfortable silence.
You stare at the wall before scoffing. “It’s so dark.” You complain, crawling over to the other side of the couch and reaching your hand over to press the button of a small lamp sitting on the coffee table.
It lights up the room just right. Not too bright, but bright enough to where you can see Chosos doe eyes staring at you when you turn around. His lips soft and his dark brunette hair down, dropping to his shoulders. His beautiful body. He’s the only person that matters to you in this moment.
He’s shirtless and wearing fuzzy matching pajama pants with you. You’re wearing those pajama pants with a cropped black tank top.
As soon as the lamp turns on, the two of you take in the sight of each other. You were both sitting in the dark for so long that it felt refreshing to look at each other again.
His pupils dilate as he catches a full view of you. The light of the lamp shining on your face makes you look even more gorgeous.
“You’re beautiful.” He compliments, blushing faintly. You giggle before going in to hug him, your arms wrapping around his neck and your body now perched on top of his. He hugs you back and you make a squeak sound from the tightness of the hug which earns a laugh out of him. He’s always hugging you so tightly. The warmth of his body travels to yours.
You exhale and pull away, moving stray hairs out of his face and planting your hands onto his broad shoulders.
His hands are wrapped around your waist, staring up at you and waiting for you to say something. Your breath hitches once you fully realize what position you’re in. You’re sitting on his lap. You decide to make the most out of it. Your hand moves up to his warm neck and you feel his pulse quicken under your finger tips. You cup his neck and ask, “Do you wanna kiss me?” with a gentle smile on your face.
Hs swallows nervously, nodding. You bring your lips to his. At first it’s a few quick pecks, but it quickly escalates. He lets out a noise of surprise when your tongue enters his mouth, returning the favor and sticking his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues move around each others, wet kissing noises filling up the quiet ambience of the room.
His hand moves down to your hips, gripping the flesh of your sides and digging his fingers in. He pulls you closer to him, his hands sliding under your tank top.
His hands being right underneath your breasts made his head spin. You aren’t wearing a bra. He could touch them right now if he moves his hands a few inches higher.
You whine into his mouth, practically ready to eat his face off with the way you’re kissing him. He’s getting overstimulated. After a few more seconds of sloppy kissing, he pulls away abruptly. Theres a smacking sound as both your lips pull off of each other and he’s breathing heavily. You look down at him in concern. His hands loosen their grip around you.
The expression on his face is hard to gauge. Your eyebrows furrow as he looks away from you, still panting. “Are you okay?” You ask him, moving his jaw with your fingers— turning his head to face you.
His eyes are glassy and wide. His lips are pink and bruised from all the kissing and he’s profusely blushing. He’s a bit tense, honestly. “Huh? Y-yeah. Of course. I’m fine.” He nods, yet his voice is a bit shaky. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off.
“I-I have to use the bathroom.” He blurts, getting up off the couch and disappearing into the hall. Leaving you hot and bothered alone.
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He comes back after a few minutes, looking a bit disheveled.
Choso is usually composed and relaxed but currently he’s very tense. Is something wrong? You desperately want him to tell you more than what he’s letting on. You sit up a little, staring at him in curiosity.
“Hi, baby.” You greet him.
He sits besides you and exhales, staring at nothing but the floor.
That’s weird.
You both sit in silence for at least a minute now. All he’s doing is breathing. Irregularly.
Your hand goes to his bare shoulder. “Choso, you can tell me everything. You know that.” You let him know with a warming expression on your face. You rub his bicep soothingly. He looks down at you, and he’s fidgeting with his fingers in his lap.
“I know.” He answers.
“Okay, then what’s wrong?” You ask him.
He clears his throat, looking away from you with a shameful look on his face. Now you’re genuinely worried.
“Cho..” you start, before trailing off. Your eyes go down to his lap. Under his hands is a bulge through his pants. You raise an eyebrow in confusion before realizing exactly what it is.
He notices you looking at it. He feels so embarrassed.
“I.. don’t know how I should explain myself.” He starts. “I’m sorry. I-I tried to make it go down.” He speaks before you interrupt him.
“No, no, Choso. It’s fine. It’s completely fine. I understand. I’m not mad. I could never get mad at such a thing.” You tell him, making eye contact with him. “It’s a natural reaction. We were kissing.” You smile. “You could have just told me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not mad?” He asks, in disbelief. You shake your head.
“No. Of course I’m not mad. Why would you think I’d be mad?” You ask, taking his hand into yours and rubbing it softly, which just arouses him more.
He shifts in his position before beginning to speak. “I-I don’t know. I thought you’d be uncomfortable. And also I’m just not very experienced. At all.” He explains truthfully.
You shake your head. So that’s why he’s so guarded all the time.
“I’m not uncomfortable, Choso. I-I think you’re the person who makes me feel the most.. comfortable. Genuinely. And I couldn’t care less that you’re not experienced.” You tell him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him.
He looks up at you as you climb onto his lap again.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yes.” You answer instantly. “I really.. really like you.” You smile, kissing his forehead.
He blushes at your praise. “I like you too.”
You lean into him and your tongue slips into his mouth again. A gentler kiss compared to before. You wanna make him feel comfortable. Your hands are pressed on his cheeks and you pull him closer to you, forcing a deeper kiss as you tilt your head to give him more access to your mouth.
You can feel his erection growing underneath you. His bodys radiating heat. You pull away from the kiss.
“Choso, do you want me to take care of it for you?” You ask, staring into his eyes.
He looks at you for a spilt second, his eyes glossy before nodding his head up and down.
“A-Alright.” He agrees. He has an idea of what you’re insinuating.
You acknowledge his consent with a nod before going down to the floor on your knees. He shifts his body to face you. You plant both of your hands onto his large thighs, soothingly caressing him which slows his nervous shaking.
“Are you sure?” You ask him, batting your eyelashes and looking up at him. He nods, shooting you a soft smile but you can tell he’s still incredibly nervous. He’s pouting slightly.
“You don’t have to be scared, Cho. I promise.” You tell him. He nods at your words, trying to steady his breathing.
You pull down his pants and he watches you, feeling the most vulnerable he’s ever felt right now. He’s not wearing anything underneath. His hardened cock springs out and slaps his bare abdomen. You gasp. It’s long. Thick. Just over 7 inches. His tip is flushed an angry reddish color and it’s leaking pre cum. He visibly perks up once you gasp at the sight. His heart is beating like crazy right now.
You grab his dick into your hands, giving it a few slow, shallow strokes. Your fingers are small compared to his size, barely fully wrapping around his girth. Each drop of pre cum just lubricates his cock more and the quiet atmosphere of the room is filled by the wet noises of you stroking him and Choso’s heavy breathing. He’s shifting like crazy each time you simply move your hand.
You bring your thumb to his spongey tip, sliding it over back and forth which causes him to relax his entire body into the soft couch cushions, his head faced towards the ceiling and his big brown eyes fluttering shut as he whines.
You then bring your soft lips to his tip, kissing it lovingly. He cracks open his eyes and lifts his head, staring down at you. “What..” He starts, swallowing. “What are you doing?” He asks.
You giggle and shush him with a smile on your face, sticking your tongue out and flicking it directly on the slit of his tip, which immediately makes him cough in surprise.
He starts to panic, large hands shaky. “Can I touch you?” He asks.
You nod, still kissing his tip. His hand immediately goes to your hair, gently gripping a section next to your ear. You love that about him. He’s always so tender with you. Like you’re the most fragile person in the world. You trust him implicitly.
As soon as he grips your hair, your wet, warm mouth wraps around his twitching dick.
You push your head down, his length disappearing inch by inch into your mouth until he’s almost fully lodged in. You try to reach all the way down to the base of his dick but you choke halfway through, your throat contracting around him as you gag and immediately pull off of him. Your eyes are red and watery now.
Choso’s instantly concerned. Everything feels so good for him but your comfort always comes before his own pleasure. “S-shit.. are you okay?” He asks, straightening his posture and pulling his hand out of your hair. His eyes look all over you for any signs of injury.
You wipe your teary eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m fine, Choso.” You tell him. “You’re just too big.” You tease, letting out a giggle. You go in to stroke him a few times more with your hand. He immediately whimpers once he feels your touch again.
You grab the base of his cock and lower your head, taking him into your mouth again.
You bob your head up and down his length while your hand strokes the rest of his length that you can’t fit down your throat. It makes such vulgar noises.
He feels like he’s in heaven right now. And it shows. He’s a whiny mess. His usual pale, light skin is pink all over. He’s sweating bricks and writhing underneath you every second. His abs are flexing involuntarily.
“G-gosh..” He moans, voice cracking.
The adams apple in his throat bobs as he swallows, overwhelmed by the sight and the feeling of you stroking and sucking him at the same time. Eventually you move your hand away and attempt to take all of him into your mouth— slower this time so you don’t choke again.
You push your head down and he aids you, gently planting his large hand on the top of your head and pushing it down. He watches in awe as your nose touches his pelvis, his dick fully in your mouth now. You hold there for a few seconds, your tongue swirling around his cock which feels so good it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“O-oh my.. god.” He whimpers, heavily breathing and tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m getting so.. so close.”
You nod, pulling your mouth off of him and staring him in the eye. “Where do you wanna cum?” You ask, replacing your mouth with your hand, stroking him and making direct eye contact. He looks at you in a panicked state. “W-what?!” He asks, absolutely perplexed by the question you just asked.
“Where? In my mouth?” You ask, still stroking him relentlessly. His face is redder than a tomato right now. His eyes dart down to your black tank top revealing a decent amount of cleavage.
“I- on your boobs?” He answers hesitantly.
You wrap your lips back around him, hollowing out your cheeks so you can suck him tighter. He whimpers more than ever, mumbling incoherent babbles as your tongue swirls on his tip and you bob your head up and down, lewd sounds coming out each time.
“I’m so close.. p-please!” He begs. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point.
You pull off of him. “Touch yourself, Choso.” You order him. He immediately grabs his dick and starts stroking it. His hand is not nearly as small as yours so it feels less tight around him. You swiftly take off your tank top to reveal your bare chest to him.
His eyes widen and his hand quickens unintentionally, aiming his dick to your boobs. “A-agh..” He moans. And after 3 more quick strokes, hot cum shoots out of his dick and straight onto your boobs, coating them in his mess. He throws his head back in bliss.
He releases his grip and slumps into the cushions of the couch, physically exhausted. You get up off your knees and bring a kiss to his lips, smiling and whispering, “Good job.” in his ear.
His big arms rub your bare back softly. “Thank you. So much.” He smiles shyly.
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You were halfway home, a grocery bag digging into your fingers as you mentally ran through tomorrow’s schedule. Right. Dinner with Satoru. Some ridiculously expensive restaurant he insisted you’d love. A smile tugged at your lips as you fished your phone out with your free hand to text him.
You were mid text when you felt it.
The air changed. It thickened without warning, heavy and just fundamentally wrong. A smell rose—iron? blood?
You stopped and lifted your head from your phone.
There was no name for the thing standing there in front of you. Not animal. Not human. It was a monster. A horrible, huge monster with no eyes, only a vertical mouth now open with unrestrained hunger.
Your body understood first, but you never got the chance to scream.
One second the cold of its sharp claws was close enough to feel on your skin. The next, Satoru Gojo stood between you and it, like he just materialized from nothing.
“You picked the wrong one.”
The monster lunged at him, but it never finished the movement.
A single, almost lazy gesture of his hand, and the thing simply ceased to exist.
One moment it was there, all hunger and wrongness. The next, the alley was empty except for the lingering stench and the cracked silence it left behind.
Satoru stood still for half a second, as if bracing for something worse than what he had just erased. Then he pushed the fabric covering his eyes down around his neck and turned.
Those blue eyes moved over you with sharp, almost frantic precision.
“Are you okay?”
You did not answer. You could not.
At some point your back had hit the right wall of the alley. The grocery bag had split open; his favourite mochi lay scattered near your feet. Your ears rang. The image of that mouth—and the effortless way it had been erased—kept replaying behind your eyes. Your hands hung limp at your sides. You were breathing too fast and still starving for air.
He shifted toward you and your body reacted before your mind could. You flinched violently, your shoulder scraping against the wall as you tried to put even more distance between you. A small, strangled sound slipped past your lips.
Satoru froze completely.
You stared at the empty space where the monster had been. At the man standing in front of you who had just erased a nightmare with a single gesture. Your pulse hammered so hard it hurt. Your mind kept trying to assemble the pieces—breakfast that morning, the laugh in your kitchen, the kiss he gave you before heading to the school where he taught—and failing. None of it fit.
“Baby. Look at me. You’re safe. It’s gone.”
You still didn’t speak. Your throat worked uselessly around nothing. The shock sat thick and disorienting, a heavy fog that refused to lift. The alley felt too narrow. The air still smelled wrong.
Then he lifted his hand.
The words tore out of you before you even realized you were going to speak—raw, scraped raw, like they had to climb over wreckage just to reach your mouth.
“Don’t fucking touch me.”
His hand froze halfway between you.
You swallowed hard. Forced another breath into your lungs. The fog was thinning just enough for something colder to start rising underneath.
When your voice came back, it was low and unsteady.
“Tell me that’s a hallucination.”
He said nothing.
“Tell me someone drugged me.”
Silence.
“Tell me I’m inside a nightmare.”
Satoru only looked at you. And the absence of any denial was worse than any answer he could have given.
Something in your chest tightened. The disbelief cracked, slow and ugly, giving way to something sharper.
“What was that?”
Still nothing.
“What are you?”
Satoru’s jaw flexed. He didn’t look away, but something old and tired moved behind his eyes.
You stared at him. At the man who had just erased a monster without effort, without fear, without even breathing harder.
“You’re not…” Your voice frayed. “You’re not human.”
The words landed between you like a blade.
His gaze dropped for half a second. Not in shame. In recognition. As if he had heard some version of that sentence too many times to count, from too many mouths, across too many years. The strongest. The monster. The thing that stood above everyone else. He had spent a lifetime being looked at like that. And only with you he had been allowed to be simply Satoru.
The man who fell asleep with his head on your shoulder.
The man who loved movie dates.
That version of him was standing in a dirty alley watching the only person who had ever treated him like a person look at him the same way the rest of the world always had.
You wrapped your arms around yourself. The residual terror was still flooding your system, but underneath it something colder was taking root.
“Were you scared?”
“…No.”
The answer came too easily. Too naturally. Like it was simply fact. He had never been in danger. Not for a second.
The distance between your realities yawned open in front of you, vast and irreparable.
You looked at him. Really looked. And for the first time the height, the beauty, the casual power felt alien. The same hands that had brushed your hair out of your face last week had just rewritten the laws of physics in front of you. And he had done it the way other people swatted a fly.
Your voice, when it came again, was quiet. Almost calm.
“How long?”
He frowned slightly.
“How long have you been pretending to be normal? How long have you been lying?”
A long silence stretched between you. His beautiful eyes looked clouded as they moved slowly over every feature of your face, as if committing it to memory. When he finally spoke, his voice was low.
“Since the day I met you.”
Something inside you snapped.
Your fingers flew to the chain around your neck. The delicate thin necklace he had given you just two weeks ago, the one with the tiny infinity sign. You could still hear his voice when he put it on you “This looks good on you. You look much more like mine.”
With shaking hands, you ripped it off. The clasp caught painfully against your skin. You didn’t even notice.
Satoru only made an expression of pure suffering, still respecting the distance, still not touching you.
“…Baby—”
Before he could say anything else, you threw it.
The chain hit the pavement between you with a small metallic sound before sliding to a stop near his feet.
“Stay away from me.”
You didn’t wait for an answer. You turned and walked out of the alley without looking back, grocery bag abandoned, tears finally starting to slip down your cheeks.
You didn’t turn around.
Imagine being Satoru right now.. poor man. Anyway, I have a feeling they're not done with each other yet
𝜗𝜚 Choso really doesn’t understand why everybody- including you, his sweet girlfriend- is so excited about the school dance. He’s determined to invite you anyway, even when you appear to not get the hint. Multiple times. And another thing- he’s kind of a virgin. And you’re set on making sure, by the end of the evening, he isn’t!
pairing: losercho x gf!reader
content: smut, loser!cho, 2000s au, rom-com vibes, whipped Choso, the reader messes with him a lil, Shoko/Yuji cameos, rain invitations, awkward Choso, school dances, mildy pervy Choso, princess carries, making out, lingerie, virginity loss, cunnilingus, pussydrunk Cho, mattress humping, cumming untouched, nippleplay, he really adores reader, riding, whimpering, cumming inside, birth control!, vv brief slapping, p in v, missionary, crying, he wears eyeliner, mild overstim, praise, fluffy smut, aftercare, love confessions, happy ending
wc: 5.9k
a/n: this is for my amazing best friend and irl @f33bs ‘s birthday! I love you so so much, thank you for reading and adoring every single one of my fics I’ve ever written (even the ones that shall never see the light of day) (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶)
more like this - inc my losercho miniseries!!
It’s not exactly that Choso Kamo hates high school, at least any more than the usual eyeliner-wearing, guitar-playing, socially awkward boyfriend, but recently it’s been giving him a headache more than usual. Not because of meticulous grading or assignments, red ink splashed across his essays, but because every time he steps into a fluorescent lit hallway his eyes feel like they’re burning.
Banners for the upcoming dance are plastered across seemingly every wall, strokes of letters are outlined in sparkly glitter glue while obnoxiously bright posters constantly remind him to ‘pick up your tickets soon!’ - Choso ponders how just a piece of paper can seem so loud.
What’s even worse than the constant reminders is the fact that it’s somehow all anybody wants to talk about. While Choso wouldn’t consider himself to be the most sociably extroverted member of the student body, he isn’t entirely mute- and he’d love to get through one class that doesn’t involve the teacher going on a tangent regarding dress codes.
The dance has snuck its way into every element of Choso’s life, it seems; his history teacher uses ticket prices as an example of hyperinflation, his art class is bombarded with the spare banners rolled up in the corner- but, perhaps worst of all, the mania seems to have gotten to you.
His sweet, perfect girlfriend, now suddenly struck down with a case of fixation on the dance, glitter and all. Choso’s despairing about this very issue to his younger brother now, as he drapes his long limbs over the couch like a renaissance painting of a fainting princess.
“She just won’t stop talking about it, Yu.” He laments, arm thrown over his eyes in torment. “I’ve tried everything, but she always manages to take the conversation back to the dance- and I love her still, she’s just as pretty and talented and amazing and-“
Yuji cuts him off with a fake gag. Then, through a mouthful of whatever he’s shoving into his face in greedy fistfuls- “wait, you have asked her to go, right?”
Choso sits up so quickly his neck almost cricks. “I… have to... ask her?”
He’s totally floored. Isn’t you being his girlfriend enough? Isn’t it a given that you’d attend the dance with the same boy who you hold hands with on the way to class and steal kisses from in the halls that leave him blushing?
Choso panics, sitting straight up on the couch and diving for his phone, flipping it open. He stares at your contact and almost wants to tear his pretty hair out. “Yu, what do I say?”
Yuji waves his hand like he’s a total professional at this, emulating a dating coach from those tacky daytime shows instead of a younger brother with fingers covered in food. “You don’t ask her over the phone, Cho, you have to do it like… face to face.”
Choso raises his pierced eyebrow in skepticism- is he really taking romance advice from Yuji of all people? - but absorbs it all anyway. “Huh.”
Choso’s first attempt comes the day after, in the hallway as you’re leaning against the cool metal of his locker. He wasn’t nervous before, but now you’re standing in front of him he feels like he’s about to pass out. And it would be really, really embarrassing if you had to give him CPR in the middle of a corridor. He'd rather flatline, actually.
“And then, she removed him from her MySpace top eight because of it. I mean, I can see why-“ you ramble, holding your textbooks to your chest, “-but wow, kinda harsh to do it so soon. Hey, Cho, are you listening?”
Truth be told, Choso hasn’t been listening fully- he’s been too busy rehearsing the words in his head, to say it in a suave way that’ll make you blush and immediately agree. “Huh?”
You sigh, playfully rolling your eyes. “I said, I thought it was kinda mean-“
As you explain the story again, Choso still isn’t listening. He’s too focused on staring down at you as you speak, thinking how pretty you’d look next to him in photos, in a dress that suits you perfectly. He can just picture it now; the way you’d smile up at him, tease him about the fact he’s finally wearing a suit instead of jeans for once.
“Doyouwannagotothedance?” He blurts suddenly, the words spurting out of him far too casually than he was envisioning as he leans against the locker and gazes down at you.
You blink slowly, a smile creeping into your lips. “Yeah, I do, Choso.”
He’s about to beam and hug you right there in the hallway, already mentally celebrating his immediate success, but-
“It’s a shame nobody’s asked me yet!”
Choso gapes like a goldfish. “I- but- we-“
You lift up to press a chaste kiss to his cheek, leaving a little mark in the shape of your scented lipgloss, and smile before flouncing off to your next class. Choso stands there, dumbfounded, pressing a hand to the kiss like he can’t believe it. The sparkly banner next to his face mocks him.
Surely he isn’t that bad at romance, right!? Yes, he might be a virgin, but he wanted to wait until you felt ready! (Also, Choso doesn’t think he’d trust himself to not pass out at the mere sight of your underwear, but that’s another issue entirely. He's working on it, okay?!)
Choso’s second, more thought out, attempt comes on Friday evening in his bedroom. You’re lying back against his chest, his arms wrapped snugly around your torso as he breathes you in while you flick through a magazine. He swallows nervously and you pretend you aren’t already grinning, anticipating what he’s about to say.
“So…” your boyfriend says, thumbing gently over your ribcage beneath his band shirt you stole, “have you, um… started looking at dresses yet? For the dance?”
You tilt your head to gaze up at him, met with big brown eyes. “Hm? I’m going tomorrow with Sho, actually. Why’d you ask?”
Choso blushes a little. “I need to match my tie to the colour you pick.”
You blink in faux confusion. “And why would that be, Choso? Stop copying me.”
Choso stutters and gapes, no words escaping him as you turn back around and go back to reading the glossy spread in front of you. He feels despaired- how could you not understand what he’s hinting at? He thought he was being so- so obvious!
The boutique changing room on Saturday morning smells a little of furniture polish and perfume, mildly tacky crushed velvet stools lined up neatly like gumdrops outside the curtain for friends to sit on. Exactly as Shoko is doing now, her chosen dress already hanging on the hook ready to buy. She’s got one leg crossed over the other as she lazily plays snake on her phone, nails clicking.
“Try something darker next.” She suggests to you as you leaf through a rack of options, “I don’t think the mint was your best decision.”
You laugh, fingers trailing over glittery trains and smooth silk. “No, me either. What about navy?”
“I’m not matching with you.” She laughs, flicking her bangs out of her face. “Why are you so particular about the colours anyway? It’s not like anybody really cares too much, we'll have more.”
“Well…” you say, lifting up a sleek red dress before grimacing at the too-high slit and putting it back, “I kind of need it to match my underwear.”
She raises an eyebrow and smirks. “Wow, I didn’t know you agreed to go with him.”
You’re in the changing room now, peeling away your jeans to wriggle into the latest dress- dark purple, pretty, just enough cleavage to make Choso hot under the collar- and grin at your reflection. “I already have. He just doesn’t formally know.”
“Wow.” Shoko repeats dryly, “making him work for it, I see.”
To be honest, Choso should work for it- you look good, even in the light of this unflattering changing room, without your hair and makeup fully done. You flatten the fabric over your hips and twirl, holding open the curtain for Shoko to nod approvingly. “Exactly.”
Choso’s about ready to give up. He’s been dropping hints all week, staring extra pointedly when you mention the dance, hugging you tighter before class, kissing your forehead more often- and he did it a lot anyway. And you still haven’t gotten the hint!
Which is why he finds himself trudging up the driveway to your house, skateboard abandoned against the curb as he nervously mumbles to himself. “Will you go to the dance with me?” He says under his trembling breath, “no, that’s too formal, she might laugh.”
He huffs and stares at the cute bouquet in his hand, fingers digging so hard into the paper wrapped around the stalks it’s liable to rip. “I... want you to come with me? No, it sounds like I’m forcing her.” Suddenly, as he deliberates on your driveway, the clouds decide this would be the perfect time to split themselves open. Marshmallowy floofs of cloud above rip at the seams, water flooding down onto him like a bad joke with an ocean to spare.
Choso is immediately, unalterably, embarrassingly soaked. Rain shutters down onto him and the flowers in his hands, flattening his hair to his scalp as he gasps at the sudden onslaught. “Oh, fuck fuck fuck-“ his feet splash against the floor as he runs to your door, knocking on instinct before forgetting that he’s supposed to have a plan for this!
“Get the door!” Somebody yells at you from upstairs as you lounge on the rug downstairs, phone in hand. Your pyjamas are comfy as you drag your feet to the door, fully expecting a parcel and an absolutely livid delivery driver holding a box of soggy cardboard. Instead, it’s so much better.
Your boyfriend looks a mess. Hair flat and dripping water down onto his sodden shirt, eyeliner trickling down his shocked face that mirrors your own facial expression at his sudden, unannounced appearance. And the flowers in his hands are beading, their petals drooping or missing entirely to plaster themselves to your driveway under the heavy onslaught of weather. It's like your very own rom-com, Pride and Prejudice with skateboards instead of carriages or something.
And then, looking at your pretty face as you laugh behind your hand at him, Choso remembers- he’s here for a reason.
He groans determinedly, wiping away a few streaks of eyeliner. “Please please please come to the dance with me, baby, I don’t know what I’ll do if you say no, I’ve tried everything-“ it’s a lot less suave than he expected, a lot more begging, but if the smile creeping into your face is any indication, its a good thing.
“Like, everything,” he despairs, “and my parents and Yuji are out on the night and for the whole weekend at our Uncle's house so you could just come back to mine after-“ Choso goes bright red at the accidental implication and starts stuttering. “Not- not like that! It’s just, mine is closer, so you won’t even have to drive and if your heels hurt- you are wearing heels right? I’m tall enough so you’ll still be shorter, anyway-“
He’s feverishly panicking now, flowers forgotten in his hands as he sweats nervously. “Just-“ he sighs and looks at you, eyes big and soft. “Please?”
He’s cut off by your lips on his, rain showering across your head, too. He gasps against your mouth before melting into it, smiling stupidly as you pull back and press another gentle kiss to his flushed nose, rain beading onto your lips. “I would absolutely love to go with you, Cho.” You say it so softly, so sincerely, it’s the sweetest melody Choso’s ever heard. “Now-“ you laugh sweetly, “you’re soaked. Do you need a towel?”
“Andddd… perfect.” You’re saying in your bedroom two weeks later, dabbing on the final little bit of eyeshadow. You turn to your friend. “Sho, your hair looks so good.” You snap the cap back onto your eyeliner after meticulously drawing it on, the sound of the plastic clicking back together almost happy, like it’s anticipating your evening for you.
“Thanks.” She says, shaking the can of hairspray. “Choso’s gonna lose his mind,” she laughs, “you look amazing.”
You giggle and hug her- not too tight as to preserve the painstaking amount of effort you’ve both applied to this particular endeavor- and sigh. “My parents wanted to take photos.”
Take photos they do- many of you and Shoko against your living room wall, one on the stairs as your dresses pool around your heeled feet, a few of just you smiling happily at the camera. They’re the sort of photos you’ll look back on in a photo album in a few years and smile at as your hands run over the faded gloss.
You’re just fawning over Shoko’s necklace when the doorbell rings- and your parents giggle before letting you slip out.
“See you there, I’m meeting Iori first,” Shoko calls back inside the house, smiling a final time before dipping out past an awaiting Choso and patting him on the shoulder as if to prepare him. Choso’s been preparing for this for two weeks, possibly his entire life- he’s ready, he tells himself in his head, nervously adjusting his collar. All he knows is the colour of your dress (his favourite), and you only told him so you could coordinate; quite frankly, he’s sickeningly excited.
But when you click open the door nervously, face peering up at him as he gets his first full glimpse of you, Choso’s breath is knocked out of his lungs. Because holy shit, it’s better than he could’ve ever imagined.
Choso’s seen you before, a million times.
He knows your face and every expression like the back of his hand, so why does he feel like he’s seeing you for the first time? He almost wants to clutch at his chest theatrically as his heart threatens to beat out, because you look so so perfect it stings.
He’s smiling like he’s stupid- because he is. The moment you stepped out like that, all dressed up for him, hand reaching for his arm, every thought he’s ever had dissipated somewhere he isn’t bothered about finding.
“Hi.” He chokes out, his entire world narrowed down to you and the way you’re looking at him like you never want to stop. You beam, ethereal and beautiful, and he almost cries. “Hi, Cho.”
⋆⋅ ❀ ⋅⋆
The gym is packed. There’s something loud and upbeat playing over the speakers, girls spinning around with their friends and taking photos of their dresses; Choso almost shudders. This is not his department at all.
“It’s… loud.” He mumbles, hand tightening around yours. You smile softly at him. “I know. Do you wanna come find Shoko with me?” Choso averts his eyes awkwardly. As much as he loves you, he doesn’t think he could take the dancefloor this early on, and he finds himself shaking his head.
You kiss his cheek, hands flat against his suit as you reach up on your heels. “That’s okay, Cho. I’m just glad you’re here.” Then, he’s watching your pretty dress retreat into the crowd as you squeal when Shoko turns around happily.
Now, Choso Kamo wouldn’t consider himself a pervert beyond the usual notions a boyfriend has about his girlfriend- but, is it his fault his eyes keep drifting? Your dress is flattering, to say the least; and as he leans back on the wall, watching you through eyeliner-rimmed irises, he gains a sudden flush.
Your tits look really, really good.
“Oh.” He gulps under his breath when you turn, the lights rigged to the side bouncing over the dip of cleavage in your neckline. God, he’s really trying not to look- but when the music suddenly slows and you turn to face him, arms still frozen up in the air like a model ballerina inside a jewellery box, you look so good he thinks he’s about to pass out.
Choso feels like the biggest virgin alive as you walk over to him, heels clicking, and all he can think about is how pretty you’d look with your hair all messy against his pillow. “Aren’t-“ he stutters, thankful for the low lighting so you can’t see the flush on his pale face, “aren’t you dancing with Shoko?”
You laugh. “It’s a slow dance. Like, for couples.” Choso’s eyes tear themselves away from you long enough, and oh, it is. There’s a few girls leaning annoyedly on the walls as their coupled-up friends disappear, flip phones lighting up their disgruntled, single, faces. He stares dumbly. “You… you want me to?”
“Well,” you say softly, lacing your fingers with his, “you are my boyfriend.”
Your boyfriend. And you're my girlfriend, he thinks. He could die happy just knowing that.
It turns out Choso isn’t actually as bad at dancing as he thought. One step here, one twirl there, two hands planted cosily on your waist. Well, that’s the one part he’s having trouble with- the prolonged feeling of his big hands on the curve of your waist and the way your nails are gently holding his nape is making him a little dizzy.
He’s focused- or, he’s trying to be- but he has one small issue. You.
Your eyes are so pretty looking up at him like that, so full of adoration and warmth. And Choso’s eyes are fluttering shut in contentment before you’re leaning up to his ear and whispering-
“Is your house still empty?”
Choso chokes on his own breath. “Y-yeah, it is.”
He thinks he’s dreaming when you drag him out by his hand; but the trip back to his house is less of a sexually charged whirlwind for you and more of a painful hobble when your heeled feet hit the floor. “Ow.” You wince quietly, crouching down to slip off your heels- but Choso’s stopping you before you can get your feet damp.
“I can carry you, if you want.” He says bashfully, awkwardly holding his hands out in offer- one you’re gladly taking up, linking your arms around his neck and allowing him to hook under your thighs and lift you against his chest. You really weren’t that far from his front door, just a few minutes, but for the time he has you in his arms like that Choso feels like it’s eternity.
Your heels dangle from your fingers, clacking together as Choso eagerly bounds along the darkened street. Lamplight pools above you and splashes across his face, eyes bright and a grin splayed across his mouth. “You’re really pretty,” he whispers down to you, cheeks pink.
And honestly- Choso Kamo doesn’t think he’s ever meant anything more.
Your hair is soft as you rest against him, your skin even softer beneath his hands and the slippery fabric of your dress. Your eyes are sparkling, lips curved prettily up, and- not to be crude- but Choso thinks your tits look even better when they’re up close and not from across a gym.
He sets you down on the flatness outside his front door, nervously fumbling with the lock as soon as it hits him. Your hands are creeping onto his shoulders, heated in a way that he’s only felt occasionally during makeouts with you that he had to stop to go calm down in the bathroom.
The moment he clicks the door open- then shut- and drags you inside, your mouth is on his desperately. Lipgloss smears between you, your hands gripping his brown hair firmly until he gasps and has to snap away for air. He already looks ruined, sparkly gloss smattered along his lips and neck, hair messier than usual and his mouth slightly parted in the way it was before you pulled back.
“Choso…” you whisper, dragging your thumb over the soft skin of his lower lip. “Do you want to go to your room?”
He nods desperately, lurching forwards into another kiss, but you’re using your leverage on his nape to pull him back. He whimpers softly when you reduce the feeling of his tongue on your teeth, and the sound goes straight between your legs. “Cho, I need to hear you say it.”
His voice cracks, pupils blown huge and pleading. “Yes, please, I’m okay.”
His hands are tight on your waist when his back hits the door to his bedroom, the posters on his walls almost trembling with the force you’re shoving him up against it with. “Fuck,” you pant against his mouth, “do you want to take my dress off?”
“Oh my god, please.” He begs, hands slipping and fumbling with the delicate zipper. Choso feels like he’s dreaming when the dress hushes to the floor, pooling at your feet as you step out of the pile of shimmery fabric. And when you straighten up facing him, he almost cums in his pants.
You weren’t lying when you told Shoko your dress matched your underwear. Underneath, you’re wearing a matching lacy set- nothing hugely ostentatious, but it’s enough to make Choso forget how to breathe. The purple lace cups your tits prettily, the patterning on the underwear hugging your hips, soft thighs, and (Choso assumes dizzily) your ass just as well.
“You like it?” You ask, a little nervous at his lack of response.
“Fuck, yes.” He chokes out finally. "Yes, oh my god, you look amazing." He’s resisting the urge to drop to his knees right there in his room, cock already swelling in his suit pants as he processes just the sheer amount of skin you’re giving him access to. You sigh into the next kiss, thighs pressing together as his hands roam tremblingly around your body to settle firmly with one in your hair, cupping you into the kiss, and the other on the curve of your ass.
“Okay, lie down.” You mumble against his lips, “let me take care of you-“
“No.” He blurts, eyes wide at his own audacity. “Not no, but- but let me take care of you first?”
Oh, he’s just so sweet it makes you swoon- and you’re telling him as much as your palm lands on his cheek. “Really? You wanna?”
He nods like a puppy, and you smile. “M’kay, if that’s what you want, baby.”
Choso’s nervous system shudders to a firm stop when you settle back on his bed, legs parting open to reveal the damp spot at the gusset of your panties. Your elbows dent the sheets as you tilt your head at him, and stifle an incredulous laugh at the way he’s just… staring. And then you remember this is the first time he's ever seen between a girl's thighs and you feel a little more sympathetic.
Choso stares in awe as he crawls up the bed to between your thighs, his shaky breath fanning against your cunt. “Can I…?” He asks breathlessly, fingers already tracing the shape of you beneath the clingy fabric.
You giggle and card your fingers through his hair softly. “Yeah, go ahead, baby.”
His mouth is both hot and inexperienced but it’s amazing purely because it’s your boyfriend- he doesn’t move your panties to the side, tongue scraping messily with no real aim other than to taste you. And he does, groaning against you as his glassy eyes roll back between tightly shut lids. "So good," he chokes, "you taste so good, I can't believe it. You're so perfect."
You start squeezing your thighs around his skull, and Choso comes to the realisation how much he enjoys it when you moan above him and his fingerpads dig in. “Oh fuck, Choso-“ you gasp, voice as desperate and loving as he’s ever heard it.
“M’doing good?” He asks, mouth not leaving your clit through the fabric for a second. You can’t answer, can’t force out words beyond the shock of how good he’s eating your pussy as a virgin. “Baby?”
He’s completely pussydrunk already, tears breaching his eyes as he inhales you in and grinds his hips down into the mattress below. “Yes-“ you manage to gasp out finally, “yes, it’s soooo good, Cho, you’re- fuck-“
He moans again and the sound only makes you wetter; he laps it up, yanking your panties to the side to shove his face deeper down between your thighs and gloss his chin and nose, the latter of which is pressed up against your clit. “Good boy.”
He cums.
Genuinely cums, cock spitting out ropes of white that ruin his suit pants as he gasps you into an orgasm. You’re quickly overwhelmed, nails gripping at his scalp to yank him back from your sensitive clit. “Sh-shit, baby.” Choso sobs against your pussy, “can’t stop- hck-“
You’re wrenching him away with both hands, and as his chin rests on your stomach you’re struck with a sudden sense of reverence. “Oh, Cho, you’re so pretty like this.”
He whimpers breathily again. His eyes are heavy and streaked with makeup, the fabric of his shirt clinging to his back muscles and shoulders that just look so sexy behind the crumpled material. “Did-“ you say suddenly, sitting up and holding his desperately warm face in your hands, “did you cum? Without me touching you?”
“Yeah.” He admits against your skin, mouth watering at the proximity to your soft tits. “I couldn’t help it.” You smile cutely. “Think you can do it again?”
You yank him up by his purple tie, his breath fizzling out in his throat as you use the accessory like a leash on a dog until his mouth is in front of yours.
Choso thinks he’s been blessed by the universe as you bring his hands up to clasp around your chest, his thumbs swiping across your budding nipples through the lace. “Can I take it off?” He asks quietly, fingers digging into the skin. Your head tilts and your hair spills down over your shoulder as you drag Choso to sit against the headboard. “Mhm.”
The clasp clicks open, and the bra is tossed away as Choso quite literally buries his face between your tits. He presses soft kisses across the skin, licking and nipping at the flesh and sucking purple around one of your nipples as his fingers coax at the other.
“Cho…” you breathe, head falling back. Your hands are busy frantically unbuttoning his shirt and fumbling with his belt to shove his pants down and reveal his ruined boxers. There’s a damp patch across the front you want to nuzzle your face against and feel him cum again, but that’s for another time.
You swing your legs across his lap and he gasps, hands gripping at your hips like he’s worried you’ll disappear. His eyes are blown out and heavy, lips kiss bitten, eyeliner smudged against his skin and you lightly turn his chin to get him to look at you.
“Choso,” you say warmly, thumbs swiping circles in the mess of his eyeliner, “do you want this?”
“Yes.” He begs, “yes, please, just want you, baby.”
You inhale and wrap your hand around his cock, dragging it out and encouraging him to kick his boxers away until you’re both naked. “Okay, Cho. Try not to move too much, baby.”
The moment his tip parts your slickness he gasps, hips shuddering while you sink down around him. His breath comes so shaky it sounds unstable, every inch you suck in another gut punch. Choso feels like you're an angel, offering him your warm skin and soft words. "You feel so good inside me." You whisper. "So good, I can feel you all the way up here."
You take one of his hands digging into your thighs and gently bring it to your stomach, his fingers splayed along your skin; and when you’re seated firmly at his base, cunt swallowing him up as your hands rest on his bare shoulders, Choso can’t help himself.
His hips snap up into yours greedily, his plump tip bashing experimentally at your insides and you reel as your own hips start to slowly bounce up and down. “Ohhhmygod.” He slurs, head falling back as he moans uncontrollably. “Hnngh- baby-“
His cock is perfect; it slots inside you thickly, scraping against your sweet spots unintentionally as you rock back and forth on him. Choso’s breaths are ragged, torn messily from his chest by every scrape of your nails down his shoulders.
For a virgin (well, not anymore, he reminds himself shyly), he’s doing rather amazingly. He’s settled into a rhythm now, a heady mix of instinct and need driving the way his hands roam from pinching your nipples to squeezing your waist and using you as leverage to fuck deeper.
Sometimes they plant themselves on your thighs and gently squeeze the soft flesh, his gaze heated and foggy as he watches the way the skin dimples beneath his careful touch. “Love your thighs.” He slurs, hands warmly travelling up to your tits and he moans like he’s the one having his nipples played with when he tweaks your chest. “These are so- fuck- so gorgeous, too…”
You pant breathlessly. “You’re gorgeous too, Choso.”
But, his eyes are rolling back and he isn’t responding when you whisper his name again. Which you wouldn’t mind, but you really want to hear his pretty voice all ruined.
“Hey,” you moan, patting his cheek, “hey, Cho, you’re doing- mffh- so good.”
He blinks up at you but doesn’t respond, head lolling backwards again when your pussy clenched around him. You lie your palm down on his face a little harder, enough to be considered a small slap, the only intention being to gain his attention, and he jolts suddenly. A whimper dribbles out of his mouth and you realise-
“Oh!” You say surprisedly, gasping as strings of sticky white paint your insides and dribble out. You’re ever so thankful for birth control, you suppose dazedly.
And, despite how quiescent you assumed he was, your boyfriend is strong. His biceps flex along with his delicious looking abdomen when he suddenly takes the initiative to flip you over, so your back hits the sheets with a soft whump! and his shaky forearms plant down beside your head as he rolls with you.
“F-fuck.” He wheezes, tongue slotting against your sternum and kissing, “thank you.”
Your chest heaves. “For what?”
When he lifts his face to look at yours, you gasp. Choso’s gorgeous brown eyes are filled with tears, ones that are tracking liquid down across his cheeks and dripping from his chin. He doesn’t need to clarify why he’s crying, or what he’s so thankful for- the way his pupils are dilated so wide tells you exactly what’s making him so emotional.
You.
“Oh, baby.” You coo pityingly, brows pinching together in sympathy as you caress his cheek. He leans into the touch and keens out your name, the syllables whispering past your palm. “It’s okay, I’m here.”
Choso barely realises he’s started moving again until you moan into the heated pocket of air between your bodies, his cock ribbing past your resistance in this new position to seek friction. “I know, I know.” You soothe, hand tangling into his hair, “it’s a lot, okay? Just let yourself feel good for me, Choso, that’s all I want. Just make yourself feel good.”
Tears fall shakily from his eyes now, dripping onto your skin and sliding away, mixing with sweat. His pelvis smacks against yours, slick pooling and seeping away as his previous orgasm drips stickily out of your pussy. “My precious boy,” you whine, kissing him again, “you can’t help it, hm?”
“N-no,” he gasps, “you feel too good-“
In this positioning, Choso can really see all of you now you’re underneath him. And you look so, so pretty it makes him cry again; your body is pretty, of course, but it’s your face that has him gasping out a few extra sobs.
The eyes staring up at him are full of love and trust, while your lips keep parting on little mewls of his name. Your hand slips between your bodies to draw circles on your clit, middle finger picking up the plentiful amounts of honeyed dampness slipping from you.
The action makes you tighten up around him, the mere action of Choso kissing desperately across your chest and collarbone enough to send you into a gentle orgasm. The feeling wraps you up until your soft thighs are tightened completely around Choso’s waist, your heels digging into his back and urging him in further.
“Ah- Cho, m’cumming-“ you pant, eyes fluttering closed with the last view being your boyfriend. Choso’s almost shocked- his girlfriend is cumming around him, already full of him, and yet he still has more to give.
Choso doesn’t think he’ll ever run out of anything if it’s you that's asking for it, though.
His cock spurts out little wispy strings of cum for the final time, adding to the cloying mix between your legs before he all but collapses on top of you and sobs for a final time. As shaky as you are, you bring up a hand to cup his scalp as he buries his face into your shoulder.
“M’here.” You whisper, words a little slurred, “and I’m not going anywhere, okay?”
He nods against your shoulder and rolls off you- lest you be crushed- but quickly turns onto his side to face you. And there you are.
Hair messy, makeup smudged and lipgloss kissed away, completely bare beside him in the tangle of sheets you’ve both created together. Choso is breathless- not just from the sex, but the fact that you really just took his virginity and you’re so gorgeous and you’re with him.
“Hi.” You say first, smiling a little as your hair messes over your naked skin. You look ethereal, naked and bathed in the soft glow of the lamp on his desk.
“Hi.” He croaks back, nuzzling into the touch of your thumb swiping away a few tears. He clears his throat. “Thank you... that was really, really good.”
Your eyes search his, big and full of love. You smile shyly and wriggle closer to him. “I love you, Choso.”
He stares in shock. “You- you love me? Me? Really?”
“Mhm.” And then, it’s your turn to feel a little unsteady- “you- you don’t have to say it back.”
“God, no-“ Choso says desperately, “no, I love you too. So much it hurts, sometimes.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” he affirms gently. “I love your hair, and your smile, and the way you cry at stuff that isn’t really that sad because you’re sensitive, and the way you do my eyeliner better than I do it myself.”
You giggle. “I love the way you cry with me. Do you remember when I cried because those ducks in the park reminded me of us?”
You remember it- one of your latest dates, holding hands and joking around with each other as the lake gently lapped at the shore. "Awww, look!" You'd smiled, pointing at the ducks bobbing happily on the shimmering surface beside each other. "They look like us." And the, inexplicably, your lip had started wobbling. "They're so cute." You'd whispered, turning to your boyfriend. He'd kissed your forehead.
Choso laughs tearily and tangles his legs with yours. “Obviously. I had to walk off so I didn’t cry too.”
The beaming smile that cracks open on your face makes Choso’s heart clench as he reaches for your hand, the one lying open beside your face as you giggle at him. He entwines his fingers with yours and breathes softly.
“I love you.” He says again, voice hushed and thick with emotion.
And god, he really does mean it.
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a/n: thank you for reading! and once again the biggest happy birthday I could seriously EVER give to pheebs (◍•ᴗ•◍)
summary: giving innocent choso a blowjob on a summer night
content: fem reader, blowjob, handjob, virgin choso, innocent choso, inexperienced choso, established relationship, yuji mention, summer vacation, oral (male receiving), praise, kissing, making out, ejaculation, no use of y/n
You and your boyfriend, Choso, have been dating for around 2 months now.
You guys met in a coffee shop and hit it off ever since. He offered to pay for your food and you ended up giving him your number.
The best decision you’ve ever made.
He’s adorable, caring, and always finds a way to spend time with you. Not just with you, but with other people too. Every day you see how involved he is with his little brother, Yuji. It’s the sweetest.
Your relationship is going smooth. He’s always there to tag along with whatever plans you have. Even your friends don’t mind when he shows up to occasional hang outs, which is rare since they usually hate your choice in men. He takes you shopping all the time. He buys your favorite snacks in bulk so you never run out of them. He just loves seeing you happy. He watches you do your hair and makeup every morning in admiration, whether it’d be over facetime or in person. The relationship can’t be any more perfect.
To him.
What he doesn’t know is that you’re starting to get a little needy.
You love everything about him except the fact that he can’t catch a hint.
You try to give him some grace. You can tell how little he knows of his body— your body and everything that comes with. But he never talks about anything even remotely sexual. Every time you tease him or joke with him suggestively, he totally brushes it off or misinterprets it.
How is it that someone his age is so clueless?
His eyes are always wide with innocence. It’s cute. Really. But you want more from him. It’s starting to feel like a friendship.
- - - - - -
One summer night, you two are watching a movie series on the couch.
Choso had surprised you by booking a beach house for you two to stay in for vacation. He had Yujis help planning everything and it was all worth it once he saw the smile on your face when you found out.
The house is nice. It has a large kitchen and a beautifully decorated living room. There’s windows all around, giving a clear view of the ocean and the field of sand. There’s two bedrooms and two bathrooms. More than enough space for the both of you.
Although you and Choso share a bedroom, it doesn’t really feel that way.
You’d go to sleep with him hugging you from behind, all cozy and affectionate but then you’d wake up in the morning with him not even in bed anymore. He’s always up before you. And he doesn’t kiss you before bed. He barely even kisses you at all besides slight pecks here and there. He doesn’t touch you often unless he’s holding your hand or bringing you into a tight hug.
You guys don’t do anything that couples usually do when they’re alone together. It bothers you more than you’d like.
Chosos head is resting on top of yours as he dozes off, not paying attention the movie is playing in the background.
You can hear his light breathing as he sleeps peacefully, his chest rising up and down with each snore. You smile to yourself before tapping the side of his cheek with your finger, waking him up instantly.
He makes a sound of surprise before his eyes crack open and he apologizes for dozing off— straightening his posture and lifting his head off of you. He grabs your small hand into his large one, rubbing soothing circles on your palm with his index finger and relaxing his body into the couch pillows.
You look up at him, moving the hair out of his face with your other hand and reassuring him. “It’s fine, Cho. We were swimming all day. I don’t expect you to be super awake right now.” You giggle.
You grab your phone off the table to check the time before placing it back down. 11:24 pm. Although you’re not tired, you aren’t surprised he is. It’s late and you two spent the whole day outside together.
He nods, but there’s a slight frown on his face. Disappointed in himself for falling asleep. “I don’t wanna miss out on an important scene.” He gestures to the large TV playing ‘Avatar: The Way of Water’ in front of you guys. The bright colors on the screen illuminate the whole room.
You roll your eyes and grab the remote, “We can watch it another time. Don’t force yourself to stay awake because of a movie.” You respond, pressing the power off button on the remote. The house becomes completely dark and quiet as soon as the TV turns off. The only sound heard is the ocean waves crashing outside and your guys’ faint breaths. The only source of light was the glow of the moon and stars out the window.
He’s still rubbing circles on your soft palm with his finger. You grab the side of his face, bringing a soft kiss to his smooth cheek. He feels himself blush at the sudden affection.
“I’m so grateful for you. For this.” You tell him, grabbing a seashell designed pillow on the couch and playfully hitting him with it.
You’ve been obsessed with how the house is decorated ever since you first got here. Colorful bathroom tiles. String lights hanging in each room. Plant pots in every corner. Pink, teal and orange sheer curtains covering the windows. Coconut scented candles. Everything is so perfect.
He smiles. He loves making you happy. It makes him happy. It’s infectious.
“I’m very grateful for you, too.” He responds, kissing you back on the cheek.
For a moment, it was silent. A comfortable silence.
You stare at the wall before scoffing. “It’s so dark.” You complain, crawling over to the other side of the couch and reaching your hand over to press the button of a small lamp sitting on the coffee table.
It lights up the room just right. Not too bright, but bright enough to where you can see Chosos doe eyes staring at you when you turn around. His lips soft and his dark brunette hair down, dropping to his shoulders. His beautiful body. He’s the only person that matters to you in this moment.
He’s shirtless and wearing fuzzy matching pajama pants with you. You’re wearing those pajama pants with a cropped black tank top.
As soon as the lamp turns on, the two of you take in the sight of each other. You were both sitting in the dark for so long that it felt refreshing to look at each other again.
His pupils dilate as he catches a full view of you. The light of the lamp shining on your face makes you look even more gorgeous.
“You’re beautiful.” He compliments, blushing faintly. You giggle before going in to hug him, your arms wrapping around his neck and your body now perched on top of his. He hugs you back and you make a squeak sound from the tightness of the hug which earns a laugh out of him. He’s always hugging you so tightly. The warmth of his body travels to yours.
You exhale and pull away, moving stray hairs out of his face and planting your hands onto his broad shoulders.
His hands are wrapped around your waist, staring up at you and waiting for you to say something. Your breath hitches once you fully realize what position you’re in. You’re sitting on his lap. You decide to make the most out of it. Your hand moves up to his warm neck and you feel his pulse quicken under your finger tips. You cup his neck and ask, “Do you wanna kiss me?” with a gentle smile on your face.
Hs swallows nervously, nodding. You bring your lips to his. At first it’s a few quick pecks, but it quickly escalates. He lets out a noise of surprise when your tongue enters his mouth, returning the favor and sticking his tongue in your mouth. Your tongues move around each others, wet kissing noises filling up the quiet ambience of the room.
His hand moves down to your hips, gripping the flesh of your sides and digging his fingers in. He pulls you closer to him, his hands sliding under your tank top.
His hands being right underneath your breasts made his head spin. You aren’t wearing a bra. He could touch them right now if he moves his hands a few inches higher.
You whine into his mouth, practically ready to eat his face off with the way you’re kissing him. He’s getting overstimulated. After a few more seconds of sloppy kissing, he pulls away abruptly. Theres a smacking sound as both your lips pull off of each other and he’s breathing heavily. You look down at him in concern. His hands loosen their grip around you.
The expression on his face is hard to gauge. Your eyebrows furrow as he looks away from you, still panting. “Are you okay?” You ask him, moving his jaw with your fingers— turning his head to face you.
His eyes are glassy and wide. His lips are pink and bruised from all the kissing and he’s profusely blushing. He’s a bit tense, honestly. “Huh? Y-yeah. Of course. I’m fine.” He nods, yet his voice is a bit shaky. You open your mouth to respond but he cuts you off.
“I-I have to use the bathroom.” He blurts, getting up off the couch and disappearing into the hall. Leaving you hot and bothered alone.
- - - - - -
He comes back after a few minutes, looking a bit disheveled.
Choso is usually composed and relaxed but currently he’s very tense. Is something wrong? You desperately want him to tell you more than what he’s letting on. You sit up a little, staring at him in curiosity.
“Hi, baby.” You greet him.
He sits besides you and exhales, staring at nothing but the floor.
That’s weird.
You both sit in silence for at least a minute now. All he’s doing is breathing. Irregularly.
Your hand goes to his bare shoulder. “Choso, you can tell me everything. You know that.” You let him know with a warming expression on your face. You rub his bicep soothingly. He looks down at you, and he’s fidgeting with his fingers in his lap.
“I know.” He answers.
“Okay, then what’s wrong?” You ask him.
He clears his throat, looking away from you with a shameful look on his face. Now you’re genuinely worried.
“Cho..” you start, before trailing off. Your eyes go down to his lap. Under his hands is a bulge through his pants. You raise an eyebrow in confusion before realizing exactly what it is.
He notices you looking at it. He feels so embarrassed.
“I.. don’t know how I should explain myself.” He starts. “I’m sorry. I-I tried to make it go down.” He speaks before you interrupt him.
“No, no, Choso. It’s fine. It’s completely fine. I understand. I’m not mad. I could never get mad at such a thing.” You tell him, making eye contact with him. “It’s a natural reaction. We were kissing.” You smile. “You could have just told me.”
He raises an eyebrow. “You’re not mad?” He asks, in disbelief. You shake your head.
“No. Of course I’m not mad. Why would you think I’d be mad?” You ask, taking his hand into yours and rubbing it softly, which just arouses him more.
He shifts in his position before beginning to speak. “I-I don’t know. I thought you’d be uncomfortable. And also I’m just not very experienced. At all.” He explains truthfully.
You shake your head. So that’s why he’s so guarded all the time.
“I’m not uncomfortable, Choso. I-I think you’re the person who makes me feel the most.. comfortable. Genuinely. And I couldn’t care less that you’re not experienced.” You tell him, slowly positioning yourself on top of him.
He looks up at you as you climb onto his lap again.
“Really?” He asks.
“Yes.” You answer instantly. “I really.. really like you.” You smile, kissing his forehead.
He blushes at your praise. “I like you too.”
You lean into him and your tongue slips into his mouth again. A gentler kiss compared to before. You wanna make him feel comfortable. Your hands are pressed on his cheeks and you pull him closer to you, forcing a deeper kiss as you tilt your head to give him more access to your mouth.
You can feel his erection growing underneath you. His bodys radiating heat. You pull away from the kiss.
“Choso, do you want me to take care of it for you?” You ask, staring into his eyes.
He looks at you for a spilt second, his eyes glossy before nodding his head up and down.
“A-Alright.” He agrees. He has an idea of what you’re insinuating.
You acknowledge his consent with a nod before going down to the floor on your knees. He shifts his body to face you. You plant both of your hands onto his large thighs, soothingly caressing him which slows his nervous shaking.
“Are you sure?” You ask him, batting your eyelashes and looking up at him. He nods, shooting you a soft smile but you can tell he’s still incredibly nervous. He’s pouting slightly.
“You don’t have to be scared, Cho. I promise.” You tell him. He nods at your words, trying to steady his breathing.
You pull down his pants and he watches you, feeling the most vulnerable he’s ever felt right now. He’s not wearing anything underneath. His hardened cock springs out and slaps his bare abdomen. You gasp. It’s long. Thick. Just over 7 inches. His tip is flushed an angry reddish color and it’s leaking pre cum. He visibly perks up once you gasp at the sight. His heart is beating like crazy right now.
You grab his dick into your hands, giving it a few slow, shallow strokes. Your fingers are small compared to his size, barely fully wrapping around his girth. Each drop of pre cum just lubricates his cock more and the quiet atmosphere of the room is filled by the wet noises of you stroking him and Choso’s heavy breathing. He’s shifting like crazy each time you simply move your hand.
You bring your thumb to his spongey tip, sliding it over back and forth which causes him to relax his entire body into the soft couch cushions, his head faced towards the ceiling and his big brown eyes fluttering shut as he whines.
You then bring your soft lips to his tip, kissing it lovingly. He cracks open his eyes and lifts his head, staring down at you. “What..” He starts, swallowing. “What are you doing?” He asks.
You giggle and shush him with a smile on your face, sticking your tongue out and flicking it directly on the slit of his tip, which immediately makes him cough in surprise.
He starts to panic, large hands shaky. “Can I touch you?” He asks.
You nod, still kissing his tip. His hand immediately goes to your hair, gently gripping a section next to your ear. You love that about him. He’s always so tender with you. Like you’re the most fragile person in the world. You trust him implicitly.
As soon as he grips your hair, your wet, warm mouth wraps around his twitching dick.
You push your head down, his length disappearing inch by inch into your mouth until he’s almost fully lodged in. You try to reach all the way down to the base of his dick but you choke halfway through, your throat contracting around him as you gag and immediately pull off of him. Your eyes are red and watery now.
Choso’s instantly concerned. Everything feels so good for him but your comfort always comes before his own pleasure. “S-shit.. are you okay?” He asks, straightening his posture and pulling his hand out of your hair. His eyes look all over you for any signs of injury.
You wipe your teary eyes with the back of your hand. “I’m fine, Choso.” You tell him. “You’re just too big.” You tease, letting out a giggle. You go in to stroke him a few times more with your hand. He immediately whimpers once he feels your touch again.
You grab the base of his cock and lower your head, taking him into your mouth again.
You bob your head up and down his length while your hand strokes the rest of his length that you can’t fit down your throat. It makes such vulgar noises.
He feels like he’s in heaven right now. And it shows. He’s whiny mess. His usual pale, light skin is pink all over. He’s sweating bricks and writhing underneath you every second. His abs are flexing involuntarily.
“G-gosh..” He moans, voice cracking.
The adams apple in his throat bobs as he swallows, overwhelmed by the sight and the feeling of you stroking and sucking him at the same time. Eventually you move your hand away and attempt to take all of him into your mouth— slower this time so you don’t choke again.
You push your head down and he aids you, gently planting his large hand on the top of your head and pushing it down. He watches in awe as your nose touches his pelvis, his dick fully in your mouth now. You hold there for a few seconds, your tongue swirling around his cock which feels so good it makes his eyes roll to the back of his head.
“O-oh my.. god.” He whimpers, heavily breathing and tears welling up in his eyes. “I’m getting so.. so close.”
You nod, pulling your mouth off of him and staring him in the eye. “Where do you wanna cum?” You ask, replacing your mouth with your hand, stroking him and making direct eye contact. He looks at you in a panicked state. “W-what?!” He asks, absolutely perplexed by the question you just asked.
“Where? In my mouth?” You ask, still stroking him relentlessly. His face is redder than a tomato right now. His eyes dart down to your black tank top revealing a decent amount of cleavage.
“I- on your boobs?” He answers hesitantly.
You wrap your lips back around him, hollowing out your cheeks so you can suck him tighter. He whimpers more than ever, mumbling incoherent babbles as your tongue swirls on his tip and you bob your head up and down, lewd sounds coming out each time.
“I’m so close.. p-please!” He begs. He doesn’t even know what he’s begging for at this point.
You pull off of him. “Touch yourself, Choso.” You order him. He immediately grabs his dick and starts stroking it. His hand is not nearly as small as yours so it feels less tight around him. You swiftly take off your tank top to reveal your bare chest to him.
His eyes widen and his hand quickens unintentionally, aiming his dick to your boobs. “A-agh..” He moans. And after 3 more quick strokes, hot cum shoots out of his dick and straight onto your boobs, coating them in his mess. He throws his head back in bliss.
He releases his grip and slumps into the cushions of the couch, physically exhausted. You get up off your knees and bring a kiss to his lips, smiling and whispering, “Good job.” in his ear.
His big arms rub your bare back softly. “Thank you. So much.” He smiles shyly.
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helloooo friends, thank you SOO much for reading! likes and reblogs are VERY appreciated :D let me know what u thought of this in the comments. i freaking love choso so i was so happy to write this lol
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virgin!nanami is hesitant the first time you go down on him, because as he's nearing his (blinding, earth-shattering) orgasm, you aren't pulling off. ☆
he's played the scene a million times in his head before; late at night as he palmed his cock through his boxers and tried to will his mind away from such lewd thoughts of you. in every fantasy he's had of you knelt before him like you are now, you serve him with your mouth until he's close, and then pull off to stroke him through his orgasm.
but your lips are still wrapped around him. his ragged breath, the gentle buck of his hips up into your mouth... is it not enough to tell you he's about to unravel?
kento has to lick his lips to try and save his dry mouth before he speaks, though it comes out as a broken moan anyways. "sweetheart, i'm... so close."
you hum around his cock, send a vibration up his spine that has his eyes rolling back. you hollow out your cheeks and increase your pace, desperate for a taste.
it's too much — he's never felt so boneless. nanami's right on the edge of the strongest orgasm he's ever had when he gently tugs back on your hair. "stop. stop."
you pull away instantly, wiping your spit-sheened lips dry and watching him with wide eyes. "are you okay? too much?"
kento is breathless, his cresting orgasm quickly fading out of reach. "you didn't pull away. i was going to... finish."
"well, yeah. you cumming is kind of the whole point."
he blinks. "i... not in your mouth. i respect you, and i don't want you to sacrifice your comfort for me."
you can't help but grin at the serious look that paints his face. you lean down and press a kiss to his knee, and then higher up on his thigh, and another just above the patch of hair that bases his leaky cock.
"kento nanami," you look up at him, pressing a feather-light kiss to his tip. "if i don't find out what you taste like when you 'finish' in the next few minutes, i might die. i think about it all the time, you know? touch myself wondering if you'd cum down my throat or make me hold it in my mouth a little. savour you, or whatever."
he blushes pink at the thought. your words are enough to relight the fire licking at his groin. he watches you for a moment; tries to discern whether or not you're only saying what might please him, but ultimately nods.
you don't throat him immediately, though. instead, you duck your head down and press a few messy kisses to his balls. his hips twitch upwards at the contact, his breath hitching in his lungs. you smile, dart your tongue out to lick at the source of his hesitation.
"god, that's dirty," he groans. "you like this?"
"i like you," you hum, mouthing at his balls with spit-covered lips. you're making a mess of him, though that only gives you an excuse to suggest showering together later. "like your balls too."
"i... shit, i see that."
he's so sensitive, knitting his brows together as you suck and lick and kiss his balls with a feverish sort of worship you didn't know you had in you. his cock rests against your face, throbbing as it hardens even more. he could cum like this.
but you aren't quite done with him.
when you pull back to take his cock back into your warm mouth, all the way down to the base, kento swears he must've been a saint in his previous life to deserve such pleasures in this one. you trace the vein that tracks the underside of his length with your tongue, and then hollow your cheeks out to suck.
he cums all too-quick and with a loud and uncharacteristically whiney moan that makes you wonder how he'd sound tied up and begging. it feels almost wasteful to take his load anywhere other than deep inside of you, but you're sure you'll have plenty of opportunities for that in the near future.
he tastes good. salty. you want to keep sucking, see if you can milk him for more, but he's already overstimulated and panicking a little at the sensation he's feeling. although you think he likes it, you know it'll be too much for his first time. you pull off, careful to spill as little of his release as possible, and sit back on your heels.
and kento is a mess. his lips part as he watches yours pull into a greedy smile. he's eager to watch you spit it out, perhaps just to see the visual reminder that he came in your mouth. but you meet his eyes, let him sit on your tongue a moment longer, and then swallow.
oh. he wonders how he'll ever lead a normal life again after a sight like that. his mouth is dry, cock still wet with your spit, heart beating out of his chest...
still, he manages to stop you when you move to get up and start on his aftercare. "wait."
summary: your tutor has a crush on you. maybe a bit more than a crush.
nerd gojo, college campus, nerdjo, student reader, social media, tutoring, mutual crushing, suggestiveness, crush, erection, fem reader, shoko ieiri mention, suguru geto mention, virgin satoru
part 2 is up!! —> nerdjo x reader part two
You were struggling. Each lecture just made you feel disoriented and confused after. You had no set schedule or order when it came to studying, and your grades were starting to show that— which just stressed you out even more. If you kept going at this pace, you’d surely fail the semester.
Which is why Satoru Gojo is— quite literally— the best thing that ever happened to you. You meet him in a library, searching for some textbook your professor mentioned earlier in lecture that day— you didn’t have a clue of what exactly you were even looking for, honestly. Then his tall frame stood over you, immediately startling you.
“Holy shit!” You exclaim, flinching harsly. Those words came out louder than you expected them to. A few students shoot glares at you from various directions and you feel your face get warm in embarrassment.
His eyes widen, realizing he startled you. “Oh gosh, apologies.” his kind voice spoke.
You turn your head, actually getting a good look at him and you’re pleasantly surprised. He doesn’t look scary at all… just… regular. He was standing there, a light smile on his lips. He’s wearing a basic white shirt, light wash jeans fitting loosely around him. A pair of black converse neatly laced. He is noticeably handsome. Taller than you. Muscular. Soft, pink lips. Bright white hair. Big, blue, beautiful eyes innocently wide behind the clear lenses of his glasses. They are pretty. Just like the ocean under sunlight.
“I-I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. I was just gonna ask if you need help finding anything.” He says, gesturing to the shelf of books you ruined while shuffling through them for at least 5 minutes now. He was watching you across the room the entire time, debating if he should go up to you or not. You furrow your eyebrows, staring at him. He wasn’t a worker here. Why was he trying to help you?
You shake your head, feeling stupid as you look back at the mess you made on the bookshelf. “No, no! I’m fine. Just.. looking around.” You shrug.
You were definitely feeling nervous. His voice was so clear. So sharp. So deep. Everything about him was appealing.
He purses his lips in uncertainty before beginning to speak again. “Really?” he questions.
“Really.” You nod reassuringly.
“Okay.” he responds, calmly. A smile still on his face.
What a strange interaction.
He wasn’t trying to get your number or anything, like most guys would. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to help. Rare. It almost upset you that he didn’t ask for your number. He was so handsome, who wouldn’t want some of that? You scoff and block out your desperate thoughts.
He stands there, waiting for you to speak again. You don’t.
You simply shoot him a quick smile before walking away with your bag slung over your shoulder and your phone in hand. As you walk away you hear a faint “See you around.” spill from his lips. You feel a pang in your chest. Not a negative feeling. Just a feeling.
You then went straight to your dorm, grabbing some of your hygiene products and making your way to the communal showers. You were always grossed out at the idea of sharing showers with other students. Strangers. But you try to make the best out of it. You shower, do your skincare routine, and brush your teeth. You go back to your dorm room, wrapped in a large towel. You then rub some lotion on your legs and arms, slip into an oversized shirt and some shorts, and slump comfortably in bed.
You grab your phone, texting a few friends back and scrolling for a while on social media before finally putting it down and closing your eyes to sleep. As soon as you did so, a buzz disturbed you.
You crack open your eyes, staring at your phone on the nightstand. It was lit. You grab it and notice an Instagram notification.
‘Satoru.Gojo followed you’
Everytime someone requests to follow you, you get a little anxious and check your page to see if you have anything dumb posted. Anything that’d be bad for first impressions. You check your highlights and all of your posts. Nothing silly up right now. Anyway, you barely even post besides random shit on your close friends (which only a few people have access to) and pictures of yourself, food, or aesthetically pleasing scenery.
You check his page before accepting his request. He has 923 followers, 78 following. He seemed to follow other students and a few celebrities here and there. You guys had some common mutuals. You follow him back. His account is public. There are just a few posts. He used to play on his high school basketball team, you notice from his older posts. His recent ones are just pictures from vacations or pictures with his friends. He has no bio. His profile picture is him smiling and posing with some guy wearing a manbun. It didn’t take you long to realize he’s the guy you met earlier in the library. Such distinct and unique features. White hair. Bright blue eyes. How did he manage to find you on here? In his profile picture, he has on a different pair of glasses. They were tinted sunglasses instead of clear ones you saw him wearing earlier. He’s wearing a navy blue sweater with a teddy bear on it. His friend looks annoyed in this picture. He seems to be the one annoying him. You’re pretty sure that friend is Suguru Geto from one of your classes.
You were starting to get a bit nervous. What time is it? You immediately pull down the tab to check the time. 11:24 pm. A bit late to be following people on Instagram.
He immediately sends you a text, only about two minutes after you followed him. You click on it to see what it says.
“Hey, my friend told me you’re struggling with your classes. I was wondering if you would like some help. I’d be happy to help. I’ve tutored other students before.”
You read the message with some butterflies in your stomach before typing up a response. A friend told him about you?
“what friend?” You reply, immediately regretting it. It seems like a cold response to such a kind message.
“Shoko Ieiri. You guys are close, no?” he replies.
You read his text message. Shoko. You met her two years ago. You guys hang out pretty often and you even stayed at her house for christmas break last year. You do remember telling her about how this semester is kicking your ass. She’s close friends with Satoru and that other guy, Suguru.
“oh, right. we are pretty close.”
He reads your message but doesn’t send a response, which leads you to send another message.
“you would tutor me?” You ask.
“Yes.” He replies.
You bite your lip, starting to think. Moneys tight right now. This kid seemed.. pretty rich (based off the various vacations he had up on his instagram) and not ready to waste his time tutoring for a low price.
“that sounds great but i don’t really have the money to pay for it right now. thanks for offering tho.”
You close your phone, feeling disappointed and annoyed. It buzzes again. You raise your eyebrow. He texted.
“Moneys not an issue.”
He’d tutor you for free. What’s he gaining out of that?
“oh, okay. well are you free on wednesday and thursday night? those are the days leading up to my chem exam. friday.”
“Got it. I will call you then.” He says, then sends his phone number, with a little smiling emoji right after.
“okay. thank you! goodnight.” you respond.
“Of course. Sleep well.”
You feel more butterflies in your stomach. Why would he wanna tutor you for free? Could he be interested in you? You shake your head. He probably just wants to do something in his free time— to be helpful.
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Wednesday rolled around quick. You weren’t doing a totally awful job at keeping up with your studies but you definitely needed some help. You sit in your dorm room, staring at the various papers, books and the laptop gleaming infront of you, lighting up the dark atmosphere. You were a bit anxious the whole day— to see him again. Control yourself, you think. It’s only tutoring. Nothing more.
It’s 6:39 pm when he rings your phone. You saved his contact as soon as he gave you his number. You’ve heard his name multiple times around campus from students and even some professors but you never met him personally. He’s pretty popular. Known to be smart, social, and kind. What’s there not to love? Shoko mentions him every now and then. They’re definitely close, but she doesn’t talk about him much.
You pick up his call, speaking first. “Hello?”
He clears his throat. “Hello, I’m at the parking lot.”
You raise an eyebrow. At the parking lot? Why would he be there? You expected to meet him at his dorm or in the library, or even outside in the grass field where some students study occasionally.
You ignore it. He certainly has a reason to be meeting you there. “Okay. I’ll be there.” You tell him. He made an ‘Mhm’ noise of acknowledgement and then hung up.
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After a five minute walk or so, you’re standing in the parking lot, looking around for his car. After a few seconds, you notice him standing outside of his car and calling your name casually— as if you guys are already friends. He’s very welcoming, you have to admit. You walk over to him and he opens the passenger door for you.
The two of you greet eachother, both taking a seat in the car before an awkward silence fills the vehicle. You broke that silence.
“So why are we in your car?” You ask with pure curiosity in your tone, looking up at him.
He grips his steering wheel and looks back at you. At first he’s genuinely confused by your question until he realizes the nature of it. “Oh right. I don’t live on campus. We’re going to my house.” He explains. You nod, a quiet ‘Oh’ coming out of you.
He then gets a good look at you. You look all done up. Light makeup complimenting your features. Your hair is nicely styled. You have simple jewelry on your neck and wrist. You’re wearing a pink skirt and a matching pink tank top. His eyes wandered down to the lace of your white bra sticking out, your pleavage plump. He looks away and swallows, his adams apple bobbing. You don’t notice at all.
His eyes then go down to stare at your plush thighs sitting pretty on the leather car seat. He immediately looks away from you. Feeling like some stupid pervert.
“Um- I live pretty close.” He adds, as he starts his car, pulls out of the parking lot and into the road. It’s a calm drive. The tree leaves swing in the wind. The road empty and silent. The sun is setting, leaving the sky a beautiful orangey pink color, barely any clouds visible.
“So, we’re only going over chemistry, right?” He asks you. You turn to him. His eyes were on the road, but they darted towards you, waiting for your response.
“Yeah, yeah. I need to focus on it for my exam. Today and tomorrow.” You answer. He nods. You sit there thinking before speaking again. “We can do other subjects after this. I definitely need the help.” You joke. He lets out a light chuckle and nods once more.
“Right, of course.” He responds. You smile softly. “I’m not sure how long you’re gonna be tutoring me, though? I.. I don’t wanna waste your time or anything. I’m very grateful for this, obviously. I hope I can get more academically advanced soon so I can get out of your hair.” You blurt out. You watch as his eyebrows furrow, but his eyes don’t leave the road. He shakes his head.
“I don’t mind tutoring you for any amount of time. Really. We can keep going until the end of the semester if you need it.” He replies. “I genuinely don’t mind.” He emphasizes.
You felt your stomach flutter a bit. He was being so kind. A soft ‘Okay’ leaves your lips before you pull out your phone, finding something to do on there so you don’t look so bored.
You feel him glancing at you every now and then. You two don’t say anything to each other the rest of the drive but the atmosphere is calm and comforting.
After a few minutes of driving, he pulls into his driveway. You put your phone in your bag and stare out the car window, at his house. It’s really nice. Big. He steps out of his car and opens the passenger seat— letting you out before you can even do it yourself.
You follow him to his doorstep cluelessy as he turns the keys in the lock. He takes off his slides at the door and makes his way upstairs. You don’t take off your shoes at the door. Your sandals make a clicking noise with each step as you trail behind him.
His house is huge. Stunning kitchen. A spacious living room with a large flat screen TV above the brick fireplace. You follow him into his room. Nobody seems to be home.
His room is neat. Dark bed sheets and multiple pillows decorating his bed. A fluffy blanket neatly folded in the corner. He has a large bathroom in his room and a balcony. Jeez. He has polaroids above his desk, books adoring the shelves and a laptop sitting there unopened. He has a few stuffed animals and unopened figurines in the corner of his room on an isolated shelf. He also has a few lego sets over there too. A huge carpet covered almost all of the wooden tile in his room. His closet doors are shut closed, with an empty laundry basket infront of it.
“You have a nice room.” you complimented, the sunlight from the balcony window shining on you as you speak, causing you to squint a little. You could hear a genuine smile in his voice as he muttered a soft ‘Thank you’. You can’t see him speak. You only saw his back as you were right behind him. You wanted to see him smile. You got butterflies in your stomach every time he did.
He sits down on his king sized bed and pats a spot next to him for you to sit. You kick off your sparky sandals and sit next to him, criss cross apple sauce. He took off his sweater, leaving him in just a tight black shirt and black sweatpants. You stared at his large biceps for a spilt second before looking away immediately. Biting your lip. Control yourself.
As he pulled out all the supplies from his bag, explaining whatever subject he was going over, you couldn’t help but zone out. You never expected to be in such a situation. In Satoru Gojos house. In his room. On his bed. Studying with him.
“Are you listening?” He says, while looking at you— which snaps you out of your thoughts. You immediately dart your eyes up at him.
“Of course. Yeah, yeah I am.” You swallowed. That’s a lie. You had no idea what he was saying just now.
He stares back— raising an eyebrow slightly. He then looks up and down at you. He’s honestly heavily distracted as well. Your skin is just so smooth. Your nails and toes are nicely painted and your cleavage is nice and plump. And your skirt is just so short. He couldn’t get over it if he tried. The criss cross position you were sitting in didn’t make it any better for him. He swears he can see your panties under that skirt. It’s in his head more than he’d like it to be. Suddenly the room feels hot and each word that leaves your lips sounds like music to his ears. He was anticipating you talking a little more. He’s craving it. He avoids eye contact with you as he continues to go over the topic, this time with stuttering and nervousness in his tone.
You listen to him attentively now, not wanting to be caught in a daze again. The nervous tone of his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He stutters literally every time you guys make eye contact. You listen to him speak for a minute before eventually interrupting him.
“Hey, are you.. like okay?” You ask, genuinely concerned.
“Huh?” He whines, unexpectedly.
Your eyes widen.
His eyes widen.
Why did he just whine?
Oh.
He’s hard. He makes it painfully obvious. His eyes mistakenly dart to his own crotch area as soon as you speak to him. Like an idiot.
You notice the slight bulge through the thick fabric of his pants. He notices you notice. You notice he notices you noticed. He notices you notice he noticed you noticed.
He starts to freak out, hands getting sweaty and clammy. Forehead tense.
“Um, h-hold on.. excuse me.” He mumbles before getting up to go to his bathroom and immediately shutting the door. You sit on his bed, absolutely dumbfounded. He was hard? From.. explaining chemistry? Why? Did he have a crush on you this whole time? Did he ask to tutor you to get you in his room and…
Your thoughts trail.
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Meanwhile, Satoru is having a mini meltdown in that bathroom. Why does he have to be so bad at controlling himself— he thought. Pull it together. He doesn’t know why he agreed to do this, knowing he has a raging crush on you. He has for a while now. He notices you on campus. At the cafe, at the gym, in the hallways, in the food court, literally everywhere. He stalks your instagram like it’s his religion. He blushes every time Shoko mentions you in conversation. This was his chance to get at you and be some sort of help towards you and now he’s totally ruining it with his pathetic fucking erection.
“Fuck.” He whispers under his breath, trying to tuck his dick into his waistband in a way that it doesn’t show. He knew there was no chance of it going down. At all. Not while you were wearing that tiny ass skirt. He takes a few deep breaths before walking back out. Casually. Well, as casual as one can be in that situation. Satoru is not one to get super nervous like this. He’s not a loser, is he??? He’s not some weird pathetic nerd either.. right???
Eventually, he walks out of his bathroom. He sits back down a little further away from you than he was before. “Apologies. Where was I?” He asks, clearing his throat. He’s uncomfortably shifting, like, every second now as he begins to ramble on again about chemistry. He’s really trying his hardest to help you— No— help himself. Help himself not look like a desperate, touch starved dumbass infront of the girl he likes.
That’s exactly what he feels like. A desperate, touch starved dumbass.
You could hear the shakiness in his tone. Anyone could. At this point, a deaf person could.
You put your hand on his and he goes completely silent, his eyes widening bigger than planets.
“Um.. Satoru, do you like me?”
He swallows, his adams apple bobbing in his throat. “W-what?”
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choso swears he can pull out in time when you finally let him in raw … ♡
"nhhah—angel, please," choso begs pathetically, rolling his hips forward in slow, precise thrusts that make your eyes roll back from pleasure. "j-just let me take it off…i’ll pull out i—hah—swear!"
you dig your fingernails into the skin on his back, raking them down as he continues to drag his cock through your gummy walls. "i’ll pull out, i p-promise—" he adds, kissing your neck desperately.
lost in a haze of pleasure, you allow it. truthfully, it was becoming harder to deny him when he’s begging so needily, splitting you apart with his thick cock all at once. "okay, take it—nhh!—off" you pant.
"thank you—oh—thankyouthankyouthankyou," your boyfriend babbles, pulling out just to peel the condom off his dick, covered in sticky pre and your slick. he throws it god knows where, ridding himself of the thing like it was offensive.
hurriedly, he kneels between your legs once more, dragging his tip through your sopping folds. his pupils dilate instantly, fixated on the lewd sight and insane feeling of his bare length rubbing against your cunt.
then, choso pushes in, unable to spend another second without being inside of you — feeling you properly.
when he bottoms out, it’s almost as if he dies and immediately resurrects, mouth gaped open from sheer pleasure. your warm walls grip his cock, sucking him in greedily like they never want to let go. "o-oh, you feel—hnnn—incredible."
you grip choso’s biceps, pulling him forward so his chest is inches from yours wrapping your legs around his waist. you’ve never heard him whimper so loud.
"please, cho—need you to move," you say breathlessly, aching for contact. choso nods, trying to steady his breathing, rolling his hips forward experimentally.
the sounds escaping your boyfriend were filthy — borderline pornographic. each slow thrust seemed to make him dizzy, like he was damn near hypnotised by your pussy.
choso leans in closer, burying his face in the crook of your neck again, practically cradling you as he increases the speed of his thrusts, deep and hard enough to make the bed creak beneath you.
"ahh! cho—" you mewl, back arching off the bed to meet his relentless thrusts, chasing your release. choso’s groaning hoarsely through gritted teeth, pitch becoming higher and higher with every passing second. "i love you s-so much, hah— my perfect girl."
you swear you can feel him drooling against your neck.
"m’cumming," you cry out, eyes squeezed shut as the tension in your body snaps, pussy fluttering around choso’s thick, leaky cock.
he’s struggling now — your desperate moans only making him move faster, the way your cunt contracts around him… it was all too much, yet not enough at the same time. he’s losing his mind inside of you, carried away snapping his hips forward.
he fucks you through your orgasm, feeling you go limp in his arms, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other gripping your hip tightly. you’re too dizzy to register the fact your boyfriend had clearly lost control, whining shamelessly, thrusts becoming more shallow, hips stuttering and-
"hhhnnn—angel, o-oh—hahh,"
he floods you with cum.
the sensation makes your eyes crack open. "cho… did you just-"
it takes him a minute to catch his breath, hips rolling forward to ensure he rids himself of every last drop — filling you to the brim. he only realises his mistake once he’s snapped out of his trance.
"m’sorry. i didn’t mean to. you just felt so good," he apologises, peppering your very angry face with guilty kisses. "can you forgive me?"
he stays nestled inside of you, dick beginning to soften, his warm load threatening to spill out. "i’ll forgive you, but you’re wearing a condom from now on. and you’re buying me a plan b straight after this."
he whines at the thought of not being able to feel you properly again, especially after tonight. "okay, my love. whatever you want."
you knew it probably wouldn’t be the last time you feel him raw.
summary: your tutor has a crush on you. maybe a bit more than a crush
nerd gojo, inexperienced gojo, virgin gojo, hand job, kissing, erection, fem reader, college au, no use of y/n, submissive gojo, praising, orgasm, crush, mutual crushing, student reader, student gojo
read part one. or don’t. idk
nerdjo x reader part one.
“Um.. Satoru, do you like me?” you asked him.
Those words rang in his ears like a bell. He felt his pale cheeks turn hot spontaneously. He knew without a doubt he was as red as a tomato right now. What does one even answer to that?
He was supposed to be helping you study. He was supposed to be prudent with his feelings but it all failed.
All he can muster up is a broken “What?” before you repeat your straightforward question, your soft hand still planted on his.
“Do you like me?” you ask once more.
He looks to the side. He looks like he’s about to cry. You almost feel bad.
He then finally looks at you directly at you, clearing his throat before answering. “What? N-no.”
He immediately regrets his words, trying to find some way to adjust how he said it. “I mean.. o-of course I like you.”
“I like you as a person. Like in general. Not.. not in a weird way.”
You squint your eyes at him, examining his every facial expression. He is totally lying.
He stares at you, pathetically waiting for a response, fidgeting with his hands.
He’s trying to convince you he doesn’t have a crush on you while his dick is actively getting harder in his pants. Ironic.
He didn’t expect you to be so confrontational.
He’s really not even that scared of you knowing that he likes you, but now that he has an erection, it just makes him look weird. Really weird. Do you see him as some pervert? What if you never wanna speak to him again?
His chest is practically heaving with each breath. “Why would you think so?” He asks.
You debate whether or not you should mention his.. problem down there. The both of you saw it. It’s not like it’s a secret. You just don’t wanna bring up his boner as the only reason you suspect him crushing on you.
“I just.. I don’t know. You’re staring at me a lot. And you’ve been really nice to me.”
He looks at you again then quickly looks away once you make direct eye contact with him.
‘Am I staring at her a lot? Am I being unusually kind?’ he questions in his head.
He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Eventually you pull your hand off of his and it leaves a deep pang in his chest. A shit feeling.
He decides he should just tell the truth. It’s disgustingly obvious now.
“Um..” he starts, clear frown on his face while he’s trying to find a way to word his feelings. “I’m really sorry. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything— yes I-I do… like you. In that way. I have for.. a w-while and I just saw this as the perfect opportunity to try and get to know you. I never intended for anything inappropriate to happen, I swear. I’m sorry. The last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable.” He blurts.
You don’t say anything. You just stare at him blankly, which almost sends him into a coma. Maybe he shouldn’t have told the truth.
He scratches the back of his neck, feeling like he’s bout to melt in pure humiliation.
He’s never felt so stupid in his life. He’s supposed to be the smart one, no?
“Inappropriate?” you repeat, waiting for him to add on. You know exactly what he means but you want to confirm.
He doesn’t wanna speak anymore. Every word that leaves his mouth is so pathetic.
He finally makes proper eye contact with you, although the expression on his face looks like he’s soon about to faint. “I..” he starts before pausing.
You give him a few seconds before your patience starts to run thin.
“You..?”
His heart beats faster the more rushed he feels. “I.. I have..” he trails off.
“What?” you inquire.
“My.. um..” he clears his throat. “penis.. is erect.” he finally musters out, cringing at his each word.
“Oh.”
The room fills with an awkward silence. The two of you are so hot, you would think his room is a sauna.
“I’m so sorry.” he whines. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t know how it happened, I swear. I-I only wanted to help you out-“
You dart your eyes towards him again. He’s just sitting there turned on and embarrassed, rambling on. It’s a sad sight to see.
“Do you want me to help you out instead?” You interrupt him.
“Huh?”
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And that is how you end up positioned on top of Satorus lap, his slender shaky fingers digging into the side your hip. His other hand is gripping the bed sheets tightly.
Your hand pulls down the waistband of his sweats hurrily as your lips slam against his in a messy kiss. As your tongue intrudes his mouth, he sucks on it, his hand traveling up to your waist. You bite his bottom lip causing him to whine before pulling away and pulling down his sweatpants completely.
He’s wearing plain white Calvin Klein boxers and you can see the snowy hairs trailing down to his pelvis, disappearing into his boxers. He keeps looking up at your face, then down at his lap. You then pull down his boxers to reveal his throbbing length.
Your jaw drops. He’s around 8 inches long. His tip is a beautiful deep shade of pink and it’s leaking drops of precum every few seconds. He has veins traveling down his pale length and he has neat trimmed white hairs at the base of his cock. It’s the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen besides his face.
He looks up at you attempting to gauge your reaction. Trying to make out if you’re impressed or disgusted.
“I-Is everything okay?” he asks, voice cracky. You nod, grabbing his empty hand with your left hand and caressing it to reassure him.
“Yes, Satoru. More than okay. Is everything okay for you?” You ask, with a comforting smile on your face. He seemed more nervous and tense than you expected him to be in this sort of situation.
He nods. “I’m more than okay.” he mocks you.
His words earn a giggle out of you. “You can.. take off your shirt now.”
He lifts over the black t shirt over his head, placing it on the other side of the bed and immediately directing his attention back to you again.
You stared at his pecs and his lower abs. His skin is baby smooth and he has muscles for days. Your hand runs up and down his bare chest before grabbing him by the neck and kissing on his collarbones.
Your left hand pulls out of his hand as you move it down to his dick.
Your fingers wrap around the base of his pulsing cock, going a sloth pace as you stroke him. Your bracelets click together each time you move your hand up.
He immediately whimpers, laying his head against the pillows and biting his bottom lip attempting to conceal his noises.
He’s totally overwhelmed. You’re leaving wet kisses all over his neck while you’re stroking his length.
You pull off his neck and start to pick up the pace, his pre cum lubricating his cock and giving you enough slip to go faster.
“F-fuck.” he mutters, eyes fluttering shut as his head slumps into the pillows some more.
He cracks his eyes open again only to be met by the view of you stroking him, your whole body infront of him on display, the sunshine on his balcony shining on you making you look like the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
“G-god.. I’ve never..” he pauses, trying to catch his breath “..done anything like this with someone before. I’ve never felt this way.” he admits, his hips involuntarily bucking into your touch.
You were honestly shocked. He’s a total virgin.
Sure, he was acting super nervous but you didn’t expect him to be so inexperienced. As good looking as he is, someone had to have touched him by now. There’s a first for everything.
Your thumb rubs over his tip with pressure. He almost chokes at the sensation.
“Does that feel good?” You ask him, examining his facial expressions. He immediately nods. “Y.. yeah. It really does.”
He genuinely gasps everytime your thumb goes over his tip. It was so sensitive he couldn’t deal. He started squirming underneath you, tears forming in his ocean blue eyes.
“So pretty.” You praise him. A fat drop of pre cum spilled out as soon as you uttered those words.
“Thank- fuck.. t-thank you. I-I really like you.” He breathes out.
“I like you too.” You whisper, kissing his blushing cheek.
His dick starts twitching more in your hand. You can tell he’s close already.
Your grip tightens on him and his eyes roll to the back of his head. “I’m.. I’m gonna cum.” he whimpers, tears running down his face now. He’s so expressive. So sensitive. You’ve never seen anything like it.
You move your hand faster. Those lewd, wet noises getting louder.
He felt pure bliss. Each time your slick fingers stroked him, it felt like heaven on earth. He stares at you, practically hypnotized. His eyes are barely open. He’s sweating and his throat is dry.
“Oh- oh God, that feels amazing.” He comments.
His hand slips under your tank top, grabbing your boob through your bra and squeezing it. That surprises you a bit. You didn’t expect him to be so touchy.
You quicken your movements and finally, hot spurts of cum shoot out his dick, choked whines coming out of his throat as he repeats your name in high pitched moans. You stroke him through his orgasm to the brink of overstimulation before he has to push your hand off himself.
His whole face is a blushing mess and his lips are bruised from the kisses you shared earlier.
“T-thank you..” he mumbles. Embarrassed. Vulnerable.
You wipe the tears off his cheeks before pulling him into a hug. His huge arms immediately wrap around your waist, tightening the hug. Rubbing your back soothingly.
He eventually pulls away and his eyes wander towards all the papers, folders, and textbooks laying on the bed unattended.
“So.. are we still going to study?” He asks, a playful smile on his face.
You chuckle before pulling him into a soft kiss again.
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summary: your tutor has a crush on you. maybe a bit more than a crush.
nerd gojo, college campus, nerdjo, student reader, social media, tutoring, mutual crushing, suggestiveness, crush, erection, fem reader, shoko ieiri mention, suguru geto mention, virgin satoru
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You were struggling. Each lecture just made you feel disoriented and confused after. You had no set schedule or order when it came to studying, and your grades were starting to show that— which just stressed you out even more. If you kept going at this pace, you’d surely fail the semester.
Which is why Satoru Gojo is— quite literally— the best thing that ever happened to you. You meet him in a library, searching for some textbook your professor mentioned earlier in lecture that day— you didn’t have a clue of what exactly you were even looking for, honestly. Then his tall frame stood over you, immediately startling you.
“Holy shit!” You exclaim, flinching harsly. Those words came out louder than you expected them to. A few students shoot glares at you from various directions and you feel your face get warm in embarrassment.
His eyes widen, realizing he startled you. “Oh gosh, apologies.” his kind voice spoke.
You turn your head, actually getting a good look at him and you’re pleasantly surprised. He doesn’t look scary at all… just… regular. He was standing there, a light smile on his lips. He’s wearing a basic white shirt, light wash jeans fitting loosely around him. A pair of black converse neatly laced. He is noticeably handsome. Taller than you. Muscular. Soft, pink lips. Bright white hair. Big, blue, beautiful eyes innocently wide behind the clear lenses of his glasses. They are pretty. Just like the ocean under sunlight.
“I-I didn’t mean to scare you, sorry. I was just gonna ask if you need help finding anything.” He says, gesturing to the shelf of books you ruined while shuffling through them for at least 5 minutes now. He was watching you across the room the entire time, debating if he should go up to you or not. You furrow your eyebrows, staring at him. He wasn’t a worker here. Why was he trying to help you?
You shake your head, feeling stupid as you look back at the mess you made on the bookshelf. “No, no! I’m fine. Just.. looking around.” You shrug.
You were definitely feeling nervous. His voice was so clear. So sharp. So deep. Everything about him was appealing.
He purses his lips in uncertainty before beginning to speak again. “Really?” he questions.
“Really.” You nod reassuringly.
“Okay.” he responds, calmly. A smile still on his face.
What a strange interaction.
He wasn’t trying to get your number or anything, like most guys would. He seemed like he genuinely wanted to help. Rare. It almost upset you that he didn’t ask for your number. He was so handsome, who wouldn’t want some of that? You scoff and block out your desperate thoughts.
He stands there, waiting for you to speak again. You don’t.
You simply shoot him a quick smile before walking away with your bag slung over your shoulder and your phone in hand. As you walk away you hear a faint “See you around.” spill from his lips. You feel a pang in your chest. Not a negative feeling. Just a feeling.
You then went straight to your dorm, grabbing some of your hygiene products and making your way to the communal showers. You were always grossed out at the idea of sharing showers with other students. Strangers. But you try to make the best out of it. You shower, do your skincare routine, and brush your teeth. You go back to your dorm room, wrapped in a large towel. You then rub some lotion on your legs and arms, slip into an oversized shirt and some shorts, and slump comfortably in bed.
You grab your phone, texting a few friends back and scrolling for a while on social media before finally putting it down and closing your eyes to sleep. As soon as you did so, a buzz disturbed you.
You crack open your eyes, staring at your phone on the nightstand. It was lit. You grab it and notice an Instagram notification.
‘Satoru.Gojo followed you’
Everytime someone requests to follow you, you get a little anxious and check your page to see if you have anything dumb posted. Anything that’d be bad for first impressions. You check your highlights and all of your posts. Nothing silly up right now. Anyway, you barely even post besides random shit on your close friends (which only a few people have access to) and pictures of yourself, food, or aesthetically pleasing scenery.
You check his page before accepting his request. He has 923 followers, 78 following. He seemed to follow other students and a few celebrities here and there. You guys had some common mutuals. You follow him back. His account is public. There are just a few posts. He used to play on his high school basketball team, you notice from his older posts. His recent ones are just pictures from vacations or pictures with his friends. He has no bio. His profile picture is him smiling and posing with some guy wearing a manbun. It didn’t take you long to realize he’s the guy you met earlier in the library. Such distinct and unique features. White hair. Bright blue eyes. How did he manage to find you on here? In his profile picture, he has on a different pair of glasses. They were tinted sunglasses instead of clear ones you saw him wearing earlier. He’s wearing a navy blue sweater with a teddy bear on it. His friend looks annoyed in this picture. He seems to be the one annoying him. You’re pretty sure that friend is Suguru Geto from one of your classes.
You were starting to get a bit nervous. What time is it? You immediately pull down the tab to check the time. 11:24 pm. A bit late to be following people on Instagram.
He immediately sends you a text, only about two minutes after you followed him. You click on it to see what it says.
“Hey, my friend told me you’re struggling with your classes. I was wondering if you would like some help. I’d be happy to help. I’ve tutored other students before.”
You read the message with some butterflies in your stomach before typing up a response. A friend told him about you?
“what friend?” You reply, immediately regretting it. It seems like a cold response to such a kind message.
“Shoko Ieiri. You guys are close, no?” he replies.
You read his text message. Shoko. You met her two years ago. You guys hang out pretty often and you even stayed at her house for christmas break last year. You do remember telling her about how this semester is kicking your ass. She’s close friends with Satoru and that other guy, Suguru.
“oh, right. we are pretty close.”
He reads your message but doesn’t send a response, which leads you to send another message.
“you would tutor me?” You ask.
“Yes.” He replies.
You bite your lip, starting to think. Moneys tight right now. This kid seemed.. pretty rich (based off the various vacations he had up on his instagram) and not ready to waste his time tutoring for a low price.
“that sounds great but i don’t really have the money to pay for it right now. thanks for offering tho.”
You close your phone, feeling disappointed and annoyed. It buzzes again. You raise your eyebrow. He texted.
“Moneys not an issue.”
He’d tutor you for free. What’s he gaining out of that?
“oh, okay. well are you free on wednesday and thursday night? those are the days leading up to my chem exam. friday.”
“Got it. I will call you then.” He says, then sends his phone number, with a little smiling emoji right after.
“okay. thank you! goodnight.” you respond.
“Of course. Sleep well.”
You feel more butterflies in your stomach. Why would he wanna tutor you for free? Could he be interested in you? You shake your head. He probably just wants to do something in his free time— to be helpful.
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Wednesday rolled around quick. You weren’t doing a totally awful job at keeping up with your studies but you definitely needed some help. You sit in your dorm room, staring at the various papers, books and the laptop gleaming infront of you, lighting up the dark atmosphere. You were a bit anxious the whole day— to see him again. Control yourself, you think. It’s only tutoring. Nothing more.
It’s 6:39 pm when he rings your phone. You saved his contact as soon as he gave you his number. You’ve heard his name multiple times around campus from students and even some professors but you never met him personally. He’s pretty popular. Known to be smart, social, and kind. What’s there not to love? Shoko mentions him every now and then. They’re definitely close, but she doesn’t talk about him much.
You pick up his call, speaking first. “Hello?”
He clears his throat. “Hello, I’m at the parking lot.”
You raise an eyebrow. At the parking lot? Why would he be there? You expected to meet him at his dorm or in the library, or even outside in the grass field where some students study occasionally.
You ignore it. He certainly has a reason to be meeting you there. “Okay. I’ll be there.” You tell him. He made an ‘Mhm’ noise of acknowledgement and then hung up.
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After a five minute walk or so, you’re standing in the parking lot, looking around for his car. After a few seconds, you notice him standing outside of his car and calling your name casually— as if you guys are already friends. He’s very welcoming, you have to admit. You walk over to him and he opens the passenger door for you.
The two of you greet eachother, both taking a seat in the car before an awkward silence fills the vehicle. You broke that silence.
“So why are we in your car?” You ask with pure curiosity in your tone, looking up at him.
He grips his steering wheel and looks back at you. At first he’s genuinely confused by your question until he realizes the nature of it. “Oh right. I don’t live on campus. We’re going to my house.” He explains. You nod, a quiet ‘Oh’ coming out of you.
He then gets a good look at you. You look all done up. Light makeup complimenting your features. Your hair is nicely styled. You have simple jewelry on your neck and wrist. You’re wearing a pink skirt and a matching pink tank top. His eyes wandered down to the lace of your white bra sticking out, your pleavage plump. He looks away and swallows, his adams apple bobbing. You don’t notice at all.
His eyes then go down to stare at your plush thighs sitting pretty on the leather car seat. He immediately looks away from you. Feeling like some stupid pervert.
“Um- I live pretty close.” He adds, as he starts his car, pulls out of the parking lot and into the road. It’s a calm drive. The tree leaves swing in the wind. The road empty and silent. The sun is setting, leaving the sky a beautiful orangey pink color, barely any clouds visible.
“So, we’re only going over chemistry, right?” He asks you. You turn to him. His eyes were on the road, but they darted towards you, waiting for your response.
“Yeah, yeah. I need to focus on it for my exam. Today and tomorrow.” You answer. He nods. You sit there thinking before speaking again. “We can do other subjects after this. I definitely need the help.” You joke. He lets out a light chuckle and nods once more.
“Right, of course.” He responds. You smile softly. “I’m not sure how long you’re gonna be tutoring me, though? I.. I don’t wanna waste your time or anything. I’m very grateful for this, obviously. I hope I can get more academically advanced soon so I can get out of your hair.” You blurt out. You watch as his eyebrows furrow, but his eyes don’t leave the road. He shakes his head.
“I don’t mind tutoring you for any amount of time. Really. We can keep going until the end of the semester if you need it.” He replies. “I genuinely don’t mind.” He emphasizes.
You felt your stomach flutter a bit. He was being so kind. A soft ‘Okay’ leaves your lips before you pull out your phone, finding something to do on there so you don’t look so bored.
You feel him glancing at you every now and then. You two don’t say anything to each other the rest of the drive but the atmosphere is calm and comforting.
After a few minutes of driving, he pulls into his driveway. You put your phone in your bag and stare out the car window, at his house. It’s really nice. Big. He steps out of his car and opens the passenger seat— letting you out before you can even do it yourself.
You follow him to his doorstep cluelessy as he turns the keys in the lock. He takes off his slides at the door and makes his way upstairs. You don’t take off your shoes at the door. Your sandals make a clicking noise with each step as you trail behind him.
His house is huge. Stunning kitchen. A spacious living room with a large flat screen TV above the brick fireplace. You follow him into his room. Nobody seems to be home.
His room is neat. Dark bed sheets and multiple pillows decorating his bed. A fluffy blanket neatly folded in the corner. He has a large bathroom in his room and a balcony. Jeez. He has polaroids above his desk, books adoring the shelves and a laptop sitting there unopened. He has a few stuffed animals and unopened figurines in the corner of his room on an isolated shelf. He also has a few lego sets over there too. A huge carpet covered almost all of the wooden tile in his room. His closet doors are shut closed, with an empty laundry basket infront of it.
“You have a nice room.” you complimented, the sunlight from the balcony window shining on you as you speak, causing you to squint a little. You could hear a genuine smile in his voice as he muttered a soft ‘Thank you’. You can’t see him speak. You only saw his back as you were right behind him. You wanted to see him smile. You got butterflies in your stomach every time he did.
He sits down on his king sized bed and pats a spot next to him for you to sit. You kick off your sparky sandals and sit next to him, criss cross apple sauce. He took off his sweater, leaving him in just a tight black shirt and black sweatpants. You stared at his large biceps for a spilt second before looking away immediately. Biting your lip. Control yourself.
As he pulled out all the supplies from his bag, explaining whatever subject he was going over, you couldn’t help but zone out. You never expected to be in such a situation. In Satoru Gojos house. In his room. On his bed. Studying with him.
“Are you listening?” He says, while looking at you— which snaps you out of your thoughts. You immediately dart your eyes up at him.
“Of course. Yeah, yeah I am.” You swallowed. That’s a lie. You had no idea what he was saying just now.
He stares back— raising an eyebrow slightly. He then looks up and down at you. He’s honestly heavily distracted as well. Your skin is just so smooth. Your nails and toes are nicely painted and your cleavage is nice and plump. And your skirt is just so short. He couldn’t get over it if he tried. The criss cross position you were sitting in didn’t make it any better for him. He swears he can see your panties under that skirt. It’s in his head more than he’d like it to be. Suddenly the room feels hot and each word that leaves your lips sounds like music to his ears. He was anticipating you talking a little more. He’s craving it. He avoids eye contact with you as he continues to go over the topic, this time with stuttering and nervousness in his tone.
You listen to him attentively now, not wanting to be caught in a daze again. The nervous tone of his voice doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He stutters literally every time you guys make eye contact. You listen to him speak for a minute before eventually interrupting him.
“Hey, are you.. like okay?” You ask, genuinely concerned.
“Huh?” He whines, unexpectedly.
Your eyes widen.
His eyes widen.
Why did he just whine?
Oh.
He’s hard. He makes it painfully obvious. His eyes mistakenly dart to his own crotch area as soon as you speak to him. Like an idiot.
You notice the slight bulge through the thick fabric of his pants. He notices you notice. You notice he notices you noticed. He notices you notice he noticed you noticed.
He starts to freak out, hands getting sweaty and clammy. Forehead tense.
“Um, h-hold on.. excuse me.” He mumbles before getting up to go to his bathroom and immediately shutting the door. You sit on his bed, absolutely dumbfounded. He was hard? From.. explaining chemistry? Why? Did he have a crush on you this whole time? Did he ask to tutor you to get you in his room and…
Your thoughts trail.
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Meanwhile, Satoru is having a mini meltdown in that bathroom. Why does he have to be so bad at controlling himself— he thought. Pull it together. He doesn’t know why he agreed to do this, knowing he has a raging crush on you. He has for a while now. He notices you on campus. At the cafe, at the gym, in the hallways, in the food court, literally everywhere. He stalks your instagram like it’s his religion. He blushes every time Shoko mentions you in conversation. This was his chance to get at you and be some sort of help towards you and now he’s totally ruining it with his pathetic fucking erection.
“Fuck.” He whispers under his breath, trying to tuck his dick into his waistband in a way that it doesn’t show. He knew there was no chance of it going down. At all. Not while you were wearing that tiny ass skirt. He takes a few deep breaths before walking back out. Casually. Well, as casual as one can be in that situation. Satoru is not one to get super nervous like this. He’s not a loser, is he??? He’s not some weird pathetic nerd either.. right???
Eventually, he walks out of his bathroom. He sits back down a little further away from you than he was before. “Apologies. Where was I?” He asks, clearing his throat. He’s uncomfortably shifting, like, every second now as he begins to ramble on again about chemistry. He’s really trying his hardest to help you— No— help himself. Help himself not look like a desperate, touch starved dumbass infront of the girl he likes.
That’s exactly what he feels like. A desperate, touch starved dumbass.
You could hear the shakiness in his tone. Anyone could. At this point, a deaf person could.
You put your hand on his and he goes completely silent, his eyes widening bigger than planets.
“Um.. Satoru, do you like me?”
He swallows, his adams apple bobbing in his throat. “W-what?”
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summary: your tutor has a crush on you. maybe a bit more than a crush
nerd gojo, inexperienced gojo, virgin gojo, hand job, kissing, erection, fem reader, college au, no use of y/n, submissive gojo, praising, orgasm, crush, mutual crushing, student reader, student gojo
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nerdjo x reader part one.
“Um.. Satoru, do you like me?” you asked him.
Those words rang in his ears like a bell. He felt his pale cheeks turn hot spontaneously. He knew without a doubt he was as red as a tomato right now. What does one even answer to that?
He was supposed to be helping you study. He was supposed to be prudent with his feelings but it all failed.
All he can muster up is a broken “What?” before you repeat your straightforward question, your soft hand still planted on his.
“Do you like me?” you ask once more.
He looks to the side. He looks like he’s about to cry. You almost feel bad.
He then finally looks at you directly at you, clearing his throat before answering. “What? N-no.”
He immediately regrets his words, trying to find some way to adjust how he said it. “I mean.. o-of course I like you.”
“I like you as a person. Like in general. Not.. not in a weird way.”
You squint your eyes at him, examining his every facial expression. He is totally lying.
He stares at you, pathetically waiting for a response, fidgeting with his hands.
He’s trying to convince you he doesn’t have a crush on you while his dick is actively getting harder in his pants. Ironic.
He didn’t expect you to be so confrontational.
He’s really not even that scared of you knowing that he likes you, but now that he has an erection, it just makes him look weird. Really weird. Do you see him as some pervert? What if you never wanna speak to him again?
His chest is practically heaving with each breath. “Why would you think so?” He asks.
You debate whether or not you should mention his.. problem down there. The both of you saw it. It’s not like it’s a secret. You just don’t wanna bring up his boner as the only reason you suspect him crushing on you.
“I just.. I don’t know. You’re staring at me a lot. And you’ve been really nice to me.”
He looks at you again then quickly looks away once you make direct eye contact with him.
‘Am I staring at her a lot? Am I being unusually kind?’ he questions in his head.
He opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Eventually you pull your hand off of his and it leaves a deep pang in his chest. A shit feeling.
He decides he should just tell the truth. It’s disgustingly obvious now.
“Um..” he starts, clear frown on his face while he’s trying to find a way to word his feelings. “I’m really sorry. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea or anything— yes I-I do… like you. In that way. I have for.. a w-while and I just saw this as the perfect opportunity to try and get to know you. I never intended for anything inappropriate to happen, I swear. I’m sorry. The last thing I wanna do is make you uncomfortable.” He blurts.
You don’t say anything. You just stare at him blankly, which almost sends him into a coma. Maybe he shouldn’t have told the truth.
He scratches the back of his neck, feeling like he’s bout to melt in pure humiliation.
He’s never felt so stupid in his life. He’s supposed to be the smart one, no?
“Inappropriate?” you repeat, waiting for him to add on. You know exactly what he means but you want to confirm.
He doesn’t wanna speak anymore. Every word that leaves his mouth is so pathetic.
He finally makes proper eye contact with you, although the expression on his face looks like he’s soon about to faint. “I..” he starts before pausing.
You give him a few seconds before your patience starts to run thin.
“You..?”
His heart beats faster the more rushed he feels. “I.. I have..” he trails off.
“What?” you inquire.
“My.. um..” he clears his throat. “penis.. is erect.” he finally musters out, cringing at his each word.
“Oh.”
The room fills with an awkward silence. The two of you are so hot, you would think his room is a sauna.
“I’m so sorry.” he whines. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t know how it happened, I swear. I-I only wanted to help you out-“
You dart your eyes towards him again. He’s just sitting there turned on and embarrassed, rambling on. It’s a sad sight to see.
“Do you want me to help you out instead?” You interrupt him.
“Huh?”
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And that is how you end up positioned on top of Satorus lap, his slender shaky fingers digging into the side your hip. His other hand is gripping the bed sheets tightly.
Your hand pulls down the waistband of his sweats hurrily as your lips slam against his in a messy kiss. As your tongue intrudes his mouth, he sucks on it, his hand traveling up to your waist. You bite his bottom lip causing him to whine before pulling away and pulling down his sweatpants completely.
He’s wearing plain white Calvin Klein boxers and you can see the snowy hairs trailing down to his pelvis, disappearing into his boxers. He keeps looking up at your face, then down at his lap. You then pull down his boxers to reveal his throbbing length.
Your jaw drops. He’s around 8 inches long. His tip is a beautiful deep shade of pink and it’s leaking drops of precum every few seconds. He has veins traveling down his pale length and he has neat trimmed white hairs at the base of his cock. It’s the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen besides his face.
He looks up at you attempting to gauge your reaction. Trying to make out if you’re impressed or disgusted.
“I-Is everything okay?” he asks, voice cracky. You nod, grabbing his empty hand with your left hand and caressing it to reassure him.
“Yes, Satoru. More than okay. Is everything okay for you?” You ask, with a comforting smile on your face. He seemed more nervous and tense than you expected him to be in this sort of situation.
He nods. “I’m more than okay.” he mocks you.
His words earn a giggle out of you. “You can.. take off your shirt now.”
He lifts over the black t shirt over his head, placing it on the other side of the bed and immediately directing his attention back to you again.
You stared at his pecs and his lower abs. His skin is baby smooth and he has muscles for days. Your hand runs up and down his bare chest before grabbing him by the neck and kissing on his collarbones.
Your left hand pulls out of his hand as you move it down to his dick.
Your fingers wrap around the base of his pulsing cock, going a sloth pace as you stroke him. Your bracelets click together each time you move your hand up.
He immediately whimpers, laying his head against the pillows and biting his bottom lip attempting to conceal his noises.
He’s totally overwhelmed. You’re leaving wet kisses all over his neck while you’re stroking his length.
You pull off his neck and start to pick up the pace, his pre cum lubricating his cock and giving you enough slip to go faster.
“F-fuck.” he mutters, eyes fluttering shut as his head slumps into the pillows some more.
He cracks his eyes open again only to be met by the view of you stroking him, your whole body infront of him on display, the sunshine on his balcony shining on you making you look like the most beautiful person he’s ever seen.
“G-god.. I’ve never..” he pauses, trying to catch his breath “..done anything like this with someone before. I’ve never felt this way.” he admits, his hips involuntarily bucking into your touch.
You were honestly shocked. He’s a total virgin.
Sure, he was acting super nervous but you didn’t expect him to be so inexperienced. As good looking as he is, someone had to have touched him by now. There’s a first for everything.
Your thumb rubs over his tip with pressure. He almost chokes at the sensation.
“Does that feel good?” You ask him, examining his facial expressions. He immediately nods. “Y.. yeah. It really does.”
He genuinely gasps everytime your thumb goes over his tip. It was so sensitive he couldn’t deal. He started squirming underneath you, tears forming in his ocean blue eyes.
“So pretty.” You praise him. A fat drop of pre cum spilled out as soon as you uttered those words.
“Thank- fuck.. t-thank you. I-I really like you.” He breathes out.
“I like you too.” You whisper, kissing his blushing cheek.
His dick starts twitching more in your hand. You can tell he’s close already.
Your grip tightens on him and his eyes roll to the back of his head. “I’m.. I’m gonna cum.” he whimpers, tears running down his face now. He’s so expressive. So sensitive. You’ve never seen anything like it.
You move your hand faster. Those lewd, wet noises getting louder.
He felt pure bliss. Each time your slick fingers stroked him, it felt like heaven on earth. He stares at you, practically hypnotized. His eyes are barely open. He’s sweating and his throat is dry.
“Oh- oh God, that feels amazing.” He comments.
His hand slips under your tank top, grabbing your boob through your bra and squeezing it. That surprises you a bit. You didn’t expect him to be so touchy.
You quicken your movements and finally, hot spurts of cum shoot out his dick, choked whines coming out of his throat as he repeats your name in high pitched moans. You stroke him through his orgasm to the brink of overstimulation before he has to push your hand off himself.
His whole face is a blushing mess and his lips are bruised from the kisses you shared earlier.
“T-thank you..” he mumbles. Embarrassed. Vulnerable.
You wipe the tears off his cheeks before pulling him into a hug. His huge arms immediately wrap around your waist, tightening the hug. Rubbing your back soothingly.
He eventually pulls away and his eyes wander towards all the papers, folders, and textbooks laying on the bed unattended.
“So.. are we still going to study?” He asks, a playful smile on his face.
You chuckle before pulling him into a soft kiss again.
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