LOVE IS A...*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧
I'll let you touch me sweet and slow, just take my body and my soul.
Choso loved comforting you after your failed dates, but he wishes you'd stop wasting your time with worthless guys and give him a chance instead. nsfw warning. mdni. minors and ageless blogs will be blocked for interacting. cw: friends to lovers, cunnilingus, choking, biting, cream pie wc: 3.9k a/n: this is a jjk.259 comfort piece :(
Your roommate, Choso, would take your heels off for you after you come home from another failed date. Admiring the fishnet stockings you paired them with, rubbing his fingers gently over the marks left in your feet by the shoes. He did this because he genuinely felt for his poor, pretty little roomie—you had high standards, and it was hard to find someone who could keep up with you. He wanted to make sure he mended your ruined nights the best way he could—because that’s what good roommates do.
He would pull your legs into his lap while he sat next to you on the couch, lightly stroking your stocking-clad calves, listening to you babble on and on about how your date bored you; he knew he would never bore you if given the chance to take you out. He knows your time is precious, and he wouldn’t dare waste it.
Listening to your date talk endlessly about his generic dude-bro life somehow chased away your appetite, and the most you could do at dinner was push your appetizer around with a fork—and then insist you were full when it came time to order actual dinner. When Choso heard your stomach growl upon re-entry to your shared home, he was quick to order delivery from your favorite restaurant.
He thought he was the luckiest man in the world when you were unable to pull the zipper down on your dress, your arm aching from the pretzel-like shape you have bent it in behind your back in a failed attempt to reach properly. Hearing you politely ask him to unzip it for you in your sweet, tired voice sent all the blood from his head to his dick. He couldn’t help but grin when his fingers “accidentally” grazed your bare skin, causing you to shiver ever so slightly. Your skin felt cool to the touch, making him want to wrap his strong arms around you and envelope you in warmth. He suspected you had a thing for his arms, and perhaps were even attracted to his whole body; he was lucky enough to catch you staring from across the room once or twice before. But for now, he’ll refrain; he’ll just offer to draw you a hot bath instead.
Choso absolutely loves how you look fresh out of a shower or bath. His pants tighten as you step back into the living room where he’s gaming on the TV, now wearing a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt—his t-shirt. The shirt was so large on you; he could barely see your shorts, and he liked to imagine you didn’t have any on. Your hair is still slightly wet and falling naturally around your face, now free of makeup. The PlayStation controller suddenly loses priority over your legs, which he’s pulling back into his lap as you settle into your designated place next to him on the couch, rubbing a palm over the tops of your bare feet before picking up the controller again. He loves how you love watching him play video games.
And that’s when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra. Your erect nipples are obvious even under the loose-fitting, black, screen printed t-shirt. He can feel his dick swelling in his pants again, the thought of your bare nipples pressed against his t-shirt running rampant in his mind. He fought the urge to run his hands across your bare legs, opting instead to pretend to stretch his arms, purposefully grazing your calf in the process—and feeling goosebumps on your skin. He found it a bit peculiar that you were often cold, but it only gave him a chance to take care of you more.
As he went to fetch a blanket for you, he was surprised to find you violently shivering when he came back to the couch.
“My hair is still kinda wet, and the fan is making me really cold right now. Your body heat was the only thing keeping me grounded,” you complained, eagerly grabbing the edges of the blanket and allowing Choso to tuck you in.
He chuckled to himself before reaching above him and pulling one of the strings on the ceiling fan. “You know you could have asked me to turn it off for you, right? Silly angel.”
“I didn’t want you to get up though. But you got up anyway,” you pouted. You patted the spot where Choso was sitting, lifting up the blanket on his side so he can slide in beside you again. Instead of slinging your legs over his lap, you hugged his arm, resting your head on his shoulder as he continued to play. You couldn’t see the blood rush to his face when you did this—nor could you feel the blood rush to his dick.
He couldn’t count on one hand the amount of times he’s gotten a semi-hard-on just from these day-to-day interactions with you. Showering you with praise and compliments, calling you sweet names, fulfilling every request you did or didn’t have, and waiting around to comfort you when you phased out of another failed talking stage with some loser. he would do it all, and he does do it all, to see your bright smile that reaches your eyes so beautifully and hear your delicate giggles, to end these nights with you in the same way you were spending the evening now.
Choso was getting kind of frustrated whenever he died in the game, finding himself at a hard level he’s never reached before—but he doesn’t mind, because you giggle or make a sly little pass at him each time. After fighting the final boss and losing three times, he decides he’s finished with the game for the night and asks if you’d like to watch a movie. You agree, but only if you can watch it on the TV in your bedroom.
“It’s really cold in here, and I feel like laying down anyways,” you reason.
Choso only smirked down at you, secretly loving the idea of being curled up in your bed watching a movie together. The suggestive ideas came flooding into his mind at a mile a minute. He stood with you, making sure the blanket stays wrapped around you as you stand and begin walking to your bedroom.
The act makes you release a content sigh, “You always treat me like a princess.”
“You are a princess. You’re my princess.”
Unbeknownst to you, Choso got unbelievably hard when you shucked off your pajama shorts, leaving you only in his oversized shirt, which was just long enough to cover your purple panties. Not long enough to prevent him from catching a glimpse, though.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I’m more comfortable being in my bed without pants. It’s just a habit,” you shrug, completely oblivious to the growing hard-on in Choso’s pants.
With your head resting on his chest, your leg bent at the knee and resting delicately across his legs, Choso could barely grasp the plot of the movie. He couldn’t even recall a single character’s name. He was absolutely dizzy; the smell of your hair dancing around his face and intoxicating him, the feeling of your body draped across his so casually, in your bed. He would run his fingers through your hair every now and then, absolutely swooning at the content little hums he was able to pull out of you.
“Choso,” you suddenly whisper, not bothering to lift your head from his chest.
“Hm, princess?”
Only then did you lift your head, meeting his gaze. His pretty eyes poured into yours, the dancing motions of the movie on the TV screen reflecting in his irises. He admired the way the light graced your features, and felt his entire body run cold, heart beating fast in his chest when he noticed you fixated your gaze on his lips.
He spoke again after a couple seconds of heart-racing silence. “Do you not want the movie on anymore? It’s pretty hard to keep up with, right?”
You didn’t answer, instead, bringing your hand up to trace his jaw. “Can I…try something with you?” You managed to get out, but you were already scooting yourself closer to his face.
Before Choso could think to respond, he was meeting you halfway, leaning forward to meet your lips the split second he noticed you inching towards him. When his lips crashed against yours, he wasted no time in deepening the kiss, welcoming your tongue to swirl against his own, earning him a satisfying moan from your perfect lips. The kiss quickly became heavy and passionate, and the passion quickly melted into desperation; with loud, lewd kissing noises filling the air and drowning out the sounds of the movie that was still playing. He had switched your positions, carefully laying you on your back and pinning you down under his weight as he attacked your lips.
As much as he felt like he could die if he pulled away from you, he feared he would die if he continued to deprive himself of oxygen, intoxicating himself from your kiss. Your lips were pink and swollen when he finally pulled away—so fucking cute, he thought.
“Don’t tell me it’s taken you this long to come to your senses,” he smirks at you breathlessly, forehead pressed against yours, arms caging you in, chest rising and falling rapidly as he tries to recover from your heated kiss. “Torturing me in those sexy fucking dresses you go out in. Wearing them for guys who don’t even deserve a second of your attention.”
His lips are on yours again, but this time more harshly, and in that moment, you feel everything he’s ever wanted to say to you through his kiss. You could feel it igniting your entire body, the flames engulfing your skin being soothed by his gentle hands smoothing over every exposed piece of skin he could find. Gasping when a large hand slid up your bare thigh, dangerously close to the heat between your legs, and squeezed.
You couldn’t deny it to yourself anymore—the hours you spend swiping away on dating apps, the dates you allowed yourself to go on, the time you allowed yourself to waste with men who didn’t even pique your interest in the slightest—were all just pointless, failed attempts to rid your thoughts of your attractive, doting roommate. One thing you could admit though, was that the dates were never that bad, only because you knew Choso would be home to eagerly take you into his arms and place you back on your throne. The thought of coming home to him alone was always enough to get you through.
Choso’s lips felt so amazing enmeshing with your own that in the moment, you couldn’t even remember why you tried so hard to run from your crush on him. Perhaps it was because it was hard enough to find a roommate as respectful and clean as he was, and you never had to worry about him being behind on his half of the rent, or other annoying obstacles you feared you’d run into when you first began the search. Were you afraid of ruining the good dynamic you had, and possibly scaring him away?
Then again, what about your dynamic was actually normal? Normal roommates don’t shower you with affectionate gestures after a rough night. Normal roommates don’t help you out of your heels, unzip your dress for you, or draw you baths. Normal roommates don’t kiss you feverishly in your bed. Normal roommates definitely don’t let their hands wander under your shirt as their lips suddenly find your neck…
“Choso…” you drawl, gasping when you feel him lightly sink his teeth into your neck and suck.
“Try going on another date, angel. I wanna hear all about the defeated look on your boy’s face when he sees your neck covered in my marks,” his husky voice whispers against your skin. His hand rested gently under the curve of your breast.
You giggle as he continues to feast on your neck. “Maybe I should bring you with me on my next one. Introduce you as my bodyguard.”
Choso removes his lips from the second hickey he was sucking into you and meets your eyes. “Do it. I’ll have his ass laid out the second I see you becoming bored.”
Something about Choso’s feral devotion to you was making you swoon. With the way he was kissing and marking you, it was hard to ignore your little crush you had and simply lose yourself in his lips. As a matter of fact, part of you cursed yourself for holding out on him, believing that it would disrupt your peaceful roommate dynamic if things ended up not working, and not considering giving him a chance. You didn’t even understand how you had fooled yourself into believing that anything could ever become awkward with Choso, when he was the sole reason the atmosphere in your home always felt so charming. You smashed your lips back onto his, your teeth clashing for a few seconds before you both relaxed back into a passionate, heart-searing kiss. Mewling in pleasure when you felt his warm hands cup your bare breasts.
You couldn’t help but let out a small giggle at the feeling of his large palms covering your nipples. It felt so forbidden and naughty…letting your roommate touch you in ways many guys could only hope to, and the naughtiness excited you. Part of you felt like you weren’t supposed to be doing this, and yeah, you weren’t technically supposed to—but it was so damn fun.
You let out a whiny moan when he rolled one of your nipples between his thumb and index finger, igniting your core and making you ungodly wet. “Choso…take my shirt off.”
He did as he was told, lightly snickering at his pretty little roommate’s demand to be completely bare-chested in front of him. His hardened cock twitched knowing you wanted him in this moment just as badly as he’s always wanted you. His eyes widened at the sight of your tits, immediately placing both hands on them and squeezing.
“Let me fuck you good, baby. I wanna make you cum so bad,” he whispers breathlessly against your lips. “I wanna hear your pretty little mouth moan for me. Come on, angel. Let me fuck you. You have no idea how much I want you.”
Hearing Choso beg for you, feeling his lips move against yours, his hands on your breasts—it was all too much. You felt so hot between your legs, you couldn’t help but spread them, allowing him to settle between them, pushing his hard bulge against the wet spot on your panties. A sultry moan escaped your lips when he licked his thumb and rubbed it over your hard, sensitive nipple. You couldn’t stop your body from reacting to him even if you wanted to.
“Fuck…I know you want me too. Admit it, angel. I bet you’ve just been waiting to get me into your bed, hm? Say it.” Choso attached his lips to one of your hardened buds, wasting no time in sucking and grazing his teeth against it. Oh, you were wet.
“Yes…haah. Choso…fuck….” you moan, a hand flying up to run your fingers through his hair as he moves his head to your other breast. A loud sucking noise smacked against your skin as he pulled his lips away.
“Yes what, baby? Tell me what’s on your mind,” he purred, pressing his mouth to your jugular. “Talk to me. It’s just you and me here.”
“Choso….please,” you pleaded. The bliss you were feeling was stealing the air from your lungs. “I want you to fuck me. Make me yours. I wanna be yours, please?” You ask sweetly.
Choso’s heart started beating rapidly in his rib cage. He lifted his body weight from you, kneeling between your legs still in a sitting-up position. He smirked down at you, breathless and bright-eyed for him, before slipping the shirt off his toned body. He hooked his fingers around your panties and began pulling them down, biting his lips as you assist him by shimmying your hips. Gasping at the sudden cool air between your legs, you barely caught Choso shoving your soiled panties in his pocket. Your pussy quivered as you imagined what he planned on doing with them later. He threw you off guard by immediately shoving a hand between your thighs, middle finger grazing the entrance to your warm, wet cunt. “So wet, baby…is this all for me?”
You nodded frantically, “all for you. I’m all yours, So-so…” you whine, and Choso’s cock jumps in his sweats at the sound of your cute little nickname for him drawling from your pretty lips in such a needy tone. You could see his dick print very clearly now, and you begin to sweat in excitement.
“God damnit, I just wanna eat you,” he whispered. He was quick to scoot himself back on your bed so that he had enough room to shove his head between your thighs, and the way his tongue immediately found your hole and pressed firmly against your wet folds as he swiped up to flick your clit made your legs tremble.
“Oh my god! Haah…fuck! Choso! Please, I’m sensitive!” You cried through ragged breaths, unable to handle the sensation of his warm tongue fluttering against your clit. It was true, your clit was unreasonably sensitive—probably from always having to rub yourself out every night, having too much dignity to give yourself to any guy who didn’t interest you enough. You sometimes imagined it was Choso who was fingering and caressing you on those nights. You tried not to make a habit of it, though. It would only make your attraction to him deepen, but you couldn’t deny that when your eyes were closed, and you were imagining his fingers instead of yours, you came much harder than the times when you weren’t thinking of him at all. Now here he is, tonguing you so deliciously, and fuck, he just slid a finger in you.
Choso chuckled. “You’re fucking tight, girl,” he says with a grin, slowly stroking his finger in and out of your cunt. “You’re clenching my finger so hard. Do you really want me that badly?” He adds another finger, enjoying the resistance of your tight cunt to his invading digit.
“I want you so bad, oh my fucking—Choso, if you keep doing that—!”
You could quickly feel the pressure building in your loins as Choso’s fingers stroked in and out of your weeping pussy. You were embarrassed at the wet, squelching noises you heard as he pumped in and out, unknowing that those same noises were making Choso’s cock rage in his sweatpants, precum creating a wet spot on the dark purple material.
At this point, his fingers were sunk deep into your heat. Rubbing generously against your g-spot, his tongue returned to your throbbing clit, drawing circles around your nub with the tip while he quickened the pace with his fingers. Completely ignoring your pleas as your mewls of pleasure fall onto his ears like a dirty melody.
“Choso please fuck I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum I’m gonna cum oh my god oh my god oh my god—“ you choked out before your hips instinctively snapped upwards, your uterus doing flips as your orgasm washes over you like a wave, making you lose control over your trembling legs.
Choso let his fingers slide in and out of you slowly as you came, memorizing how tight your walls clenched as your body gave in. He honestly didn’t expect you to cum from him just eating you out and fingering you. But you did, and his heart fluttered in his chest as he smiled; you were just so cute, and the fact that he could make you cum before he put his dick in you made him feel a strange sense of pride in himself. “You’re so fucking pretty…” he murmurs, before withdrawing his fingers from your pussy, eliciting a small gasp from you that he quickly swallows up with his own mouth covering yours.
“Mmm…” you moan into the kiss, shivering as his hands trail up your body, stopping to squeeze your tits and rub his thumbs over your nipples. He pulls away, his lidded eyes taking in your fucked-out expression, sweat gathered on your brow and your cheeks flushed a deep pink.
Choso nibbles on your lower lip before releasing it, grinning as he pushes you back on the bed, your legs parting as he settles between them, propping your thighs open with his own. “Now, are you gonna let me fuck you the way I know you deserve it, baby?” he teases, his eyes falling to the engorged and throbbing erection between his legs. "I’ve been wanting you all night..." He slowly guides the head of his cock to your entrance, eyes focused on the prize before him. His eyes search yours, waiting for you to utter your sweet permission one last time.
“Yes, please,” you murmur breathlessly, your heart racing as he positions himself at the entrance of your warm cunt. “I want you too, badly. Please…”
Your pleas fall on Choso’s ears like music, sending a sensation through his hard cock. A smirk tugs at his lips before he thrusts forward, burying himself inside you, groaning at how tight and wet you were. “Fuck, princess, you feel so good.” Slowly, he begins to move, setting a leisurely pace as he watches your reaction.
Your eyes roll into the back of your head immediately, the thick veins on his girthy cock stroking your gummy insides with each thrust. "F-feels so good..." you pant, shivering as he moves his body to hover over yours as he fucks you, caging you in with his forearms. You remove your hands from tightly gripping the sheets beneath you, moving them to instead grip his biceps, gasping loudly when he begins to move his hips faster, settling on a quicker, meaner pace. "W-wait... slow down..." you whine, and he looks into your eyes, giving you a devilish smile.
"Fuck no, baby. Not until I've made you cum again…” he whispers breathlessly. “Gonna make sure this pussy remembers every inch of my cock.” Choso grinds his hips, making sure he rubs against your g-spot when he withdraws and kisses your cervix with the tip of his cock when he thrusts back in. “Fuck, you're so fucking tight, baby.” He continues to fuck you with reckless abandon, watching the pleasure on your face as he moves, fucking you like the needy little slut he knew you were. “You’re gonna–fuck. You keep squeezing me like that, and you're gonna make me cum in this little cunt of yours. You want that, don’t you, baby?” he asks, narrowing his eyes as he catches your gaze, as if challenging you to say no.
But you don’t say no–instead, you’re nodding your head frantically, tears welling in your eyes as his cock continues to mash against the sweet spot deep in your cunt. “Yes, Cho. Want it bad. Wanna make you cum in me,” you whimper, gazing into his eyes with wet lashes as your tits bounce with each mean thrust.
Choso chuckles darkly, slowing his pace ever so slightly–enough to stave off his building orgasm, but not enough to leave you wanting. “Not yet, princess. Don’t worry, I’ll make sure to stuff you full of my cum real soon…but first,” he whispers, spreading your legs wider and raising your knees to your shoulders, pressing down on your thighs in a mean mating press. “I want you to promise me not to go on any more worthless dates.”
Your mouth falls open in a salacious moan as you adjust to the new position, his cock hitting your cervix hard, his balls slapping against your ass. God, this was his condition for cumming in you? Did he really think you were about to forget all about the way he was fucking the living daylights out of you, only to run off with another mediocre dude who you knew would only waste your precious time? "M-mhm," you whimpered in agreement, nodding your head as he kept up his punishing pace. "I-I promise, Choso. No more dates. Just you...and you fucking me until–’til I'm a dripping mess."
Choso grinned, biting his lip as you agreed to his demand, his heart swelling with pride as he continued to fuck you. His pace was getting faster and more fervent, his shaft wetly slapping your clit with every thrust. His grip on your thighs tightens, smirking as he hits your sweet spot with expert precision, grunting as he feels your walls squeeze around him. His thrusts deepen, his heart beating faster as you agree to his demands. “Good girl. I would hate for you to waste another night on some other guy, when you could’ve been here, letting me put my cock where it belongs,” he smirks, his eyes dropping down to where you’re connected momentarily before meeting yours, the intensity of his gaze making you shiver. He moves the weight of his upper body to one arm, using the other hand to wrap around your throat and squeeze deliciously. “Now, shut up and take this dick, alright?”
You nod helplessly, your cunt fluttering around his cock at his degrading words that somehow make your heart swell. His hips begin to jerk even more roughly, his thrusts primal and violent. "That's my good girl. You know I’ll do anything for you, don't you?" He leaned down, nipping at your neck as he continued fucking you. "Fuck, I'm close, baby. Let me hear you cum for me again. I bet you’d sound so pretty cumming on my cock.”
"Y-yes, I’m gonna cum," you tell him, whimpering as he nips at your neck, yet moaning loudly as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. Each thrust of his hips causes you to cry out, your voice becoming more desperate and wild with each moment that passes. "I-I'll cum for you, Cho. Right here, on your cock. P-please, oh god, Cho, I'm so close..." You cling to his arms, your legs trembling around his waist as you feel your climax approaching, the pressure building and tightening within you.
Choso's thrusts became more frantic, his hips slamming into you as you cried out, his fingers digging into your thighs as he felt your pussy clench around him “Yes, baby. Cum for me. That’s it...” A dark, almost primal grin tugged at the corners of his mouth as he felt his own orgasm building, the walls of your pussy gripping his cock desperately, urging him on. "Go on, angel, you know you want to. Cum for me...cum on my cock.” He continued to punctuate his words with deep, powerful thrusts, burying himself deeper and deeper into your core as he fucked you into oblivion. His hips became a blur, his pace increasing, his grip on your hips turning feral in his desire to make you cum for him one more time.
The familiar sensation of your cunt fluttering around his cock was all the warning you got before your entire body was seized by another blinding orgasm. Your broken cries erupted past your lips just as you sobbed, your voice breaking in a loud, throaty moan as you came, your cunt clenching around his throbbing length like a vice. “F-fuck…” you managed to choke out, unable to understand the rest of your incoherent babbles.
“Fuck, baby…” Choso growled as you came, your tight cunt clamping down on his cock like a vice, milking him as his eyes flicker shut. With a low moan, he crushed your mouth with a rough kiss, his hips stuttering in their movements as he shot thick ropes of cum into your needy pussy. He filled you up, his hot cum flooding your insides, making you whimper and shake as he came. He continued to move inside you gently as his orgasm subsided, before slowly withdrawing. He pulled you into his arms, not caring that you were coated in the evidence of your rough, passionate fuck. "H-hey, you’re okay. I got you, baby,” he whispered breathlessly, moving your sweat-slicked hair out of your face.
Your chest rose and fell with each pant that escaped your lips, your ears ringing and your wet lashes blinking rapidly as you came down from your body-shaking orgasm. You could faintly make out the sensation of his fingers caressing the side of your jaw and the sound of his voice, but you were too fucked-out to understand what he was saying. Instead, you focused your teary eyes on his face, raising a finger to press against his lips in a ‘hush’. “Shh…” you shakily commanded, your eyes lidding shut in bliss.
Choso chuckled, kissing your finger and grabbing your hand, interlacing your fingers together. “You’re so fucking cute…” he murmurs, his voice full of wonder and admiration. He presses a tender kiss to your lips, earning a sweet little moan of contentment from you that he knows originated from the depths of your heart. "Tomorrow night, angel, I'm gonna take you on a real date."
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