Meeting your online boyfriend, edater!Choso.
Content: Loser!Choso x Reader, fluff, both of them are loser virgins, smut, dryhumping
pt. 1
Baggy jeans, a wrinkled white button-up he stole from Yuji, a bouquet of flowers in his sweaty left hand, and a gift bag in his right. Waiting for you at the train station, Choso’s face is bright red, nervously looking down at his phone.
'Beautiful <3' (one message) ~ “One more stop!”
He smiles at his phone like an idiot and likes your message. 2 years of speaking to eachother over the phone. 7 months of virtual hugs, limited flirting, and pathetic phone sex. He finally gets to see you in person. While making plans to finally meet, you realize that you are located relatively close. Only a 40-minute train ride away. As your train approaches, his body gets hot and his heart beats so fast he thinks he might pass out.
The train stops.
Door opens.
And there you are.
His beautiful girl that he loves so much, right there. Your pretty eyes are looking at him like a deer in headlights. You walk up to him slowly as if you’re not sure he's real. He was too nervous to say a word, he held the flower and gift bags in front of you and was unable to look at your face any longer.
"Choso, look at me." You say nervously.
He lowers the flowers and the gift to be greeted by your beautiful face. He looks at you straight in the eyes.
“Hi.” he says shakily
“Hi” you smile.
He drops the gifts and roses onto the nasty train platform without a care in the world and brings you into his embrace. He carefully cradles your head close to his chest as he pets your hair. He sniffles, you realize he's crying. "I've been waiting so long" *sniffle* "You're so perfect, oh my god." You can't help but laugh against his chest at his words. "I'm happy to see you, too, Choso." You reach up on your tippy toes to reach his pimply face. He's even taller than he expected, his body long, but you can tell that he's been working out recently (he wanted to be in good shape for his girl, awe.) You pepper kisses along the tears running down his face
"This is so~ ngh fuck~ not romantic. I'm sho sho sorry." Choso pants out in heavy breaths.
After an innocent lunch of normal chats and flirtatious gestures, neither of you could contain the very human instinct almost everyone feels with their partner. Not even making it to his apartment before you ask Choso to park in a deserted parking lot of some old factory building. It's his fault tho :( He should've known that placing his hand a little too high on your thigh while driving with one hand on the wheel would've made you painfully wet.
You're in the backseat of his car, desperately grinding down on him fully clothed, like the pathetic virgins y'all are. His hands grip your hips tightly, frantically guiding your movements. "It's okay. We don't have to go all the way, this time." You say in between grunts. You've been oddly silent through the whole ordeal, while Choso is a moaning, whimpering mess. Frustrated from the restricted amount of friction due to your pants and the slightly painful zipper of Choso's jeans. Choso's noticed your discomfort. "Baby," he whines, pulling on the waistband of your bottoms. "I already told you to take these off. I promise you'll feel a lot better." Choso's bold making promises, being that the only prior knowledge he has on women's bodies is from Twitter porn, brief things you've told him, and Sukuna giving him unsolicited details about 'how to make ladies go crazy'. But Choso is right, you know that you'd enjoy yourself more if you just went bottomless. You trust Choso, but that doesn't stop you from being embarrassed. "Would you take yours off too... please." You asked shyly. His heart flutters at your soft-spoken request. He presses his lips onto yours before responding. "Yeah, yeah, of course."
His jeans are scrunched down to his ankles, leaving him in his white buttoned shirt and gray boxers that had a wet splotch where his tip is. while your bottoms are discarded somewhere on the floor of the car. You're wearing dark purple lace panties, Choso's favorite color. "Are you wearing these for me, pretty?" He asks as he plays with the lace of the underwear. You nod, looking down at his long fingers that are so close to your core. He catches you staring and chuckles. "Pfft, and I'm the pervert?" You slap his chest in embarrassment. He giggles as he holds your hips, lining you up to his bulge. He grinds you down on his clothed cock, causing you to finally let out a moan. He instantly starts gaining rhythm, wanting to hear more of your pretty noises. "There you gooo, you feeling good?" He teases. You whine and bury your face in his shoulder; that's all the confirmation he needed. He litters sweet kisses along your neck.
One of His lengthy hands reaches underneath your shirt. He moans at the mere feeling of touching your breasts. God, he's such a loser. "Choso, why are your hands so fucking cold!?" You yelp out. "Hm?" Is all he says in response before rolling your nipple between his cold fingers. You bite down on his shoulder to muffle the moans and strings of curses leaving your lips. He feels your wetness seeping through his boxers, causing him to shudder. "Fuck~ you gon' cum for me?" He moans out, barely being able to keep himself stable. "I don't~ mmmph fuck~ know," you sob out incoherently. "You don't know?" He says teasingly, laughing at how stupid you've become only from just some grinding (him too tbh). He guides your hips faster and starts flicking your nipple. Moans start flowing out of you as your body stiffens. "It sure looks like my baby is about to cum." He coos.
"Choo, Choso~ I'm so~ fuck~~ Choso~" You let out a warning, moaning out his name over and over before you release. He keeps grinding your hips before your orgasm is completely finished. Your body rising and lowering with every pant and tiny twitch. His hand rubs your back soothingly. You lift your head off his now slobber-coated shoulder. Even though you probably look disgusting, you've never seen him look at you with so much love in his eyes. "Enjoyed yourself?" He asks, wiping the slobber from your face. "Mhm!" You nod enthusiastically, causing him to smile.
You look down at the soaking mess beneath you. You furrow your brows in confusion; there's too much 'fluid' for it just to come from you. "I came when I touched your boob." He says, noticing your confusion. You look at him in astonishment. "You are a pervert!" You say flustered. He grabs your chin, pulling your face close to his. "Yeah, you keep saying that." Before pulling you into a kiss.
I'm not that good at writing smut, but I got requests for them to get dirtyyyyyy. TYSM for the love on my last loser choso post. I am planning to continue writing for loser choso, so pls lmk if you would like to be tagged!
