It was only fair he got this treatment. Holding fuck all confidence, you decided to interrupt him in his room. The light off when you enter, leaving you to navigate through darkness, your surroundings just barely illuminated by his monitors. A faint flashing light that highlighted Choso just right, his features sharpened all the more. A pretty sight that only made you feel a tad bit regretful for what you were about to do.
With his headset on he would’ve never noticed you entering. It wasn’t until you practically smacked it off his head that he acknowledged your presence. Eyebrows shooting up in surprise, eyes landing on you, his hands still on his controller, the cutest little dumbfounded look on his face. A look you met with pout of your own. Arms crossed over your chest and your brows knitted together angrily.
"You done with that or what?"
"Baby—" "Nuh-uh, don’t baby me. I asked you a question." You immediately cut him off. Making it known just how upset you were.
You should’ve known that Choso wouldn’t indulge you— not in this way. It was made clear to you when he swerved in his gaming chair, facing you and bringing his large hands to your waist. Tugging you closer ever so gently. You couldn’t resist.
"You’re right, I’m sorry." Choso murmured, voice reverent as he leaned in. Instinctively going to press a kiss to your temple only to be stopped when you turned your head away, "For what?"
"…For ignoring you."
That didn’t stop him. Instead he directed his attention to your jaw. His lips soft as he began to trail his kisses downwards, landing on your neck. "I didn’t mean to, you know, I just got caught up. Y’want me to say sorry again? I’m sorry."
"You’re not forgiven."
The whine that spilled from his lips was so utterly wanton it almost shocked you. If it weren’t so him. "So mean." You barely caught the words with the way he was talking into the skin of your shoulder. Both of his hands greedily guiding you in between his legs. "Are you not going to forgive me?"
"Nope."
Firm. Or so you believe you had been.
"Fine. You can watch me play then."
Before you could reject the not so kind offer he was bringing you into his lap. Turning and setting you atop of his muscular thigh, an arm wrapped around your waist as he fixed his headphones back onto his head. The gasp that left you was only geared towards his audacity. "Choso? Are you serious?"
When you turn to look at him you catch the way his lips threaten to tug upwards into a small, smug, smile. He barely manages to hold back, "I can’t hear you." He speaks louder than he really needs to.
Not giving you any further attention, with your plans now squashed before your eyes, you glance at his screen. So easily he returns to his game. Speaking into the microphone to apologize to his friends. What a joke. Like he doesn’t have somebody else to apologize to.
You weren’t content with this. Obviously. He’d have to pay for this.
Just as you were about to push yourself off you were met by a sharp tug backwards. His arm keeps you close, holding you to his side more like a stuffed animal than a human. "Choso." The grumble so easily leaves your lips. Before you can get any more irritated he shushes you, but it wasn’t until the bounce of his leg that you really shut you mouth.
The subtle anxious movement of his thigh bouncing up and down. The one you were on. The one he was holding you down against. The flexing muscles of his leg pressed so nicely up between your legs, now moving.
You couldn’t be blamed for enjoying this, nor for taking advantage of it. The way his hand began to glide up your torso proved to you he knew exactly what he was doing.
Choso, as you knew him, wasn’t a big fan of PDA. Then again, was it really PDA if the friends he was currently speaking to were miles away and behind a screen? It wasn’t like he was going to be loud anyway.
The chance to grind down on him presented itself so perfectly. Especially when he encouraged it with the repetitive motions of pushing you up and down. Your clothed clit nuzzled so pleasantly to the fabric of his sweatpants. The provided movement bringing you just enough friction to keep you entertained, as had been Choso’s plan all along.
Somewhere between him cussing out Gojo over the mic and kneading at the flesh on your chest did he finally speak to you. "Dripping already, hm?" A soft chuckle following. A comment you didn’t bother responding to.
"No, I wasn’t talking to you. Can you focus?" Choso returns to the video game violence on his screen. His warm hand not bothering to stay in place, now moving up to the base of your neck.
You shouldn’t be getting so worked up over this. Not when you came into this room with full intentions of sticking it to him. You shouldn’t be on his lap being reduced to a squirming, wet, mess. Barely allowed enough stimulation to get yourself off.
"Fuck yeah, good shot. I just saved your ass, by the way." Choso seemed to have every intention of enjoying having you in this position, yet he was acting like he couldn’t have any less of a clue as to what was going on around him. It was driving you insane. Whilst he’s been here locked up for hours on his little game you’ve been ruinously missing your boyfriend. ‘Just one last match’— such bullshit.
"Choso." You finally speak up, shocked by the way your own voice pathetically wavered into a mewl the second that it left your mouth. When you glance back at him you find him completely entranced on the screen. It isn’t until you grab at his wrist that his eyes scan over you. The only response he gave was in a tilt of his head, as if he really did have no idea why you were now interrupting him.
Faintly, you catch the way someone yells his name over his headphones and he returns to his game. Not that you allow it for long, dragging yourself against his thigh and groaning. "Choso!"
Again this man has the audacity to shush you with a short ‘shh.’ This time he touched you more, bringing you in closer so your back was pressed to his chest, his hand landing over your cunt. Two fingers already massaging over the sides of your clit. Up and down. Up and down. Torturously slow. "Don’t tease, come on.." He doesn’t bother listening.
Weakly, you push up into his hand. To which he pushes your shirt up and sneaks his hand under the hem of your shorts. His warm touch landing upon where you needed him the most. Two of his fingertips coming to rub big lazy circles over your puffy clit. Direct stimulation you were craving oh so badly.
It didn’t keep you happy for long.
Again, you were attempting to grab his attention. Slapping at his forearm and whining. Actually whining. "You want me to beg?!"
"That would be nice."
The words were leaving you before you could even think of regretting them. "Please Choso." Another halfhearted thrust into his touch. "Come on, just fuck me already." You hissed at the sudden soft pinch of his fingers, his thumb and forefinger gently rolling your clit. "Fffuck, I’ve been waiting all day, don't be cruel."
"Dude, what the fuck?" "Choso are you fucking your girl right now, seriously?"
You should’ve been more embarrassed.
"Okay, okay, I get it." He pulls his hand out of your panties, to which you whimper at the loss. Wanting so badly to chase after his fingers again, but you wait.
"Don’t ever play with us again, Choso."
"Wait, nah, I wanna listen—"
A sense of relief fills you when he pulls the headset off. Throwing it onto his desk and pausing his game.
It was only fair he got this treatment. Holding fuck all confidence, you decided to interrupt him in his room. The light off when you enter, leaving you to navigate through darkness, your surroundings just barely illuminated by his monitors. A faint flashing light that highlighted Choso just right, his features sharpened all the more. A pretty sight that only made you feel a tad bit regretful for what you were about to do.
With his headset on he would’ve never noticed you entering. It wasn’t until you practically smacked it off his head that he acknowledged your presence. Eyebrows shooting up in surprise, eyes landing on you, his hands still on his controller, the cutest little dumbfounded look on his face. A look you met with pout of your own. Arms crossed over your chest and your brows knitted together angrily.
"You done with that or what?"
"Baby—" "Nuh-uh, don’t baby me. I asked you a question." You immediately cut him off. Making it known just how upset you were.
You should’ve known that Choso wouldn’t indulge you— not in this way. It was made clear to you when he swerved in his gaming chair, facing you and bringing his large hands to your waist. Tugging you closer ever so gently. You couldn’t resist.
"You’re right, I’m sorry." Choso murmured, voice reverent as he leaned in. Instinctively going to press a kiss to your temple only to be stopped when you turned your head away, "For what?"
"…For ignoring you."
That didn’t stop him. Instead he directed his attention to your jaw. His lips soft as he began to trail his kisses downwards, landing on your neck. "I didn’t mean to, you know, I just got caught up. Y’want me to say sorry again? I’m sorry."
"You’re not forgiven."
The whine that spilled from his lips was so utterly wanton it almost shocked you. If it weren’t so him. "So mean." You barely caught the words with the way he was talking into the skin of your shoulder. Both of his hands greedily guiding you in between his legs. "Are you not going to forgive me?"
"Nope."
Firm. Or so you believe you had been.
"Fine. You can watch me play then."
Before you could reject the not so kind offer he was bringing you into his lap. Turning and setting you atop of his muscular thigh, an arm wrapped around your waist as he fixed his headphones back onto his head. The gasp that left you was only geared towards his audacity. "Choso? Are you serious?"
When you turn to look at him you catch the way his lips threaten to tug upwards into a small, smug, smile. He barely manages to hold back, "I can’t hear you." He speaks louder than he really needs to.
Not giving you any further attention, with your plans now squashed before your eyes, you glance at his screen. So easily he returns to his game. Speaking into the microphone to apologize to his friends. What a joke. Like he doesn’t have somebody else to apologize to.
You weren’t content with this. Obviously. He’d have to pay for this.
Just as you were about to push yourself off you were met by a sharp tug backwards. His arm keeps you close, holding you to his side more like a stuffed animal than a human. "Choso." The grumble so easily leaves your lips. Before you can get any more irritated he shushes you, but it wasn’t until the bounce of his leg that you really shut you mouth.
The subtle anxious movement of his thigh bouncing up and down. The one you were on. The one he was holding you down against. The flexing muscles of his leg pressed so nicely up between your legs, now moving.
You couldn’t be blamed for enjoying this, nor for taking advantage of it. The way his hand began to glide up your torso proved to you he knew exactly what he was doing.
Choso, as you knew him, wasn’t a big fan of PDA. Then again, was it really PDA if the friends he was currently speaking to were miles away and behind a screen? It wasn’t like he was going to be loud anyway.
The chance to grind down on him presented itself so perfectly. Especially when he encouraged it with the repetitive motions of pushing you up and down. Your clothed clit nuzzled so pleasantly to the fabric of his sweatpants. The provided movement bringing you just enough friction to keep you entertained, as had been Choso’s plan all along.
Somewhere between him cussing out Gojo over the mic and kneading at the flesh on your chest did he finally speak to you. "Dripping already, hm?" A soft chuckle following. A comment you didn’t bother responding to.
"No, I wasn’t talking to you. Can you focus?" Choso returns to the video game violence on his screen. His warm hand not bothering to stay in place, now moving up to the base of your neck.
You shouldn’t be getting so worked up over this. Not when you came into this room with full intentions of sticking it to him. You shouldn’t be on his lap being reduced to a squirming, wet, mess. Barely allowed enough stimulation to get yourself off.
"Fuck yeah, good shot. I just saved your ass, by the way." Choso seemed to have every intention of enjoying having you in this position, yet he was acting like he couldn’t have any less of a clue as to what was going on around him. It was driving you insane. Whilst he’s been here locked up for hours on his little game you’ve been ruinously missing your boyfriend. ‘Just one last match’— such bullshit.
"Choso." You finally speak up, shocked by the way your own voice pathetically wavered into a mewl the second that it left your mouth. When you glance back at him you find him completely entranced on the screen. It isn’t until you grab at his wrist that his eyes scan over you. The only response he gave was in a tilt of his head, as if he really did have no idea why you were now interrupting him.
Faintly, you catch the way someone yells his name over his headphones and he returns to his game. Not that you allow it for long, dragging yourself against his thigh and groaning. "Choso!"
Again this man has the audacity to shush you with a short ‘shh.’ This time he touched you more, bringing you in closer so your back was pressed to his chest, his hand landing over your cunt. Two fingers already massaging over the sides of your clit. Up and down. Up and down. Torturously slow. "Don’t tease, come on.." He doesn’t bother listening.
Weakly, you push up into his hand. To which he pushes your shirt up and sneaks his hand under the hem of your shorts. His warm touch landing upon where you needed him the most. Two of his fingertips coming to rub big lazy circles over your puffy clit. Direct stimulation you were craving oh so badly.
It didn’t keep you happy for long.
Again, you were attempting to grab his attention. Slapping at his forearm and whining. Actually whining. "You want me to beg?!"
"That would be nice."
The words were leaving you before you could even think of regretting them. "Please Choso." Another halfhearted thrust into his touch. "Come on, just fuck me already." You hissed at the sudden soft pinch of his fingers, his thumb and forefinger gently rolling your clit. "Fffuck, I’ve been waiting all day, don't be cruel."
"Dude, what the fuck?" "Choso are you fucking your girl right now, seriously?"
You should’ve been more embarrassed.
"Okay, okay, I get it." He pulls his hand out of your panties, to which you whimper at the loss. Wanting so badly to chase after his fingers again, but you wait.
"Don’t ever play with us again, Choso."
"Wait, nah, I wanna listen—"
A sense of relief fills you when he pulls the headset off. Throwing it onto his desk and pausing his game.
Choso would love to live out the rest of his days between your legs. Under you or behind you, he wants to eat it just about constantly.
When he starts there’s little that will snap him out of his trance. once the taste of your juices land on his tongue he needs more. He wants to wring you out for all your body can give him. If you haven’t come at least five times in his mouth there’s no way he can move onto the main thing.
Overstimulation is a state you’re very familiar with when it comes to him eating you out. There’s come a point where Choso is no longer doing it for you. Your pleasure is completely disregarded as he dives in for his own enjoyment. Not that you’re complaining, it feels good —of course it does— and seeing him feel good also adds to your pleasure.
As much as you do love the way your boyfriend can devour you, it definitely becomes too much too quickly. You believe you’ve came three times now. Your pussy lips puffy where they’re being spread by his thick fingers. Your swollen clit neglected as he opts for pushing his tongue in your hole, your walls fluttering around the slimy wet muscle. His tongue is eager to slurp up everything flowing out of you with vulgar sounds. You had long tuned out the shlick and slurp of his messy eating.
It was too much, you decided. Too much of his tongue’s prodding and too much of his hands trying to spread your legs apart further. The hand you have atop of his head now being used to push him away, the heel of your palm pressing into his forehead.
You now know he feels it. That he notices your attempts at pushing his mouth off by how his eyes flicker up, heavy lidded chocolate irises landing on you before he closes them completely. This asshole.
As best as you can you try to speak through labored breaths, "Cho- baby, that’s enough,"
"B-Be a good boy, hm? Fuck- come up for me." The only response he graced you with was a nonverbal one. His heavy arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down again. This was not good boy behavior. What happened to your well behaved boyfriend?!
"Choso.—" You barely get his name out. You swear he’s trying to actually eat you with the way he tries to take your whole cunt in his mouth. Hungry and animalistically groaning into you. The vibration is pleasant, you’ll begrudgingly admit.
Whining at him, you alternate between pushing at his head and trying to crawl away. Your other hand grabs at the bedsheets below you to get more leverage.
When his palm gently lands on your lower abdomen and his tongue returns to swirling around your clit you know you’re done for again.
Choso is more than eager to help you through your orgasm.
The pressure growing and ultimately becoming unbearable, waves of pleasure began ripping through your body. More intense than before.
With your back arching and your mouth left agape, you no longer sought to hold onto the sheets beneath your convulsing body. Instead both of your hands landed on Choso’s head. Your fingers curl around the base of both his ponytails. Through your haze you’re yanking at them, dragging his mouth to stay on your clit, allowing your thighs to clamp around his head instinctively, all whilst you grind into his tongue.
The need to push Choso away is forgotten.
The suction from your boyfriend’s mouth leaves your legs quivering against his cheeks. Seeing you so lost in your own pleasure is enough for Choso. After all, he’s so disgustingly easy when it comes to you. The sight that is you and the feeling of suffocation leaves him rutting into the bed. The friction almost painful on the head of his cock. Fully hard. Still in his jeans.
You’re left mumbling his name repeatedly. A prayer upon your lips, you know he enjoys it by the whiny hums muffled at your pussy.
Left in bliss, you go limp. Your hips slowly stop their erratic thrusts upwards, both of your legs left around Choso’s shoulders. You vaguely feel his warm hands rubbing up and down your thighs. The more you blink the more you regain your eyesight and then all your other senses.
Now that you have some sort of grip on yourself you can feel the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Body still shaking, your clit overstimulated, Choso’s mouth still on you—
"Choso!" You snap, lazily trying to lift your head. "Mmmh, baby," you can barely understand him.
When you look down you can see him still happily between your legs. Now pressing gentle kisses to your soaked folds. Clearly trying to make up for the overstimulation he knows he’s caused. His lips moving against your bottom ones, lazy and soft. You don’t want to find the sight of him making out with your pussy a fond one but that’s difficult when he looks like a kicked puppy.
Raising a leg you kick at his shoulder, finally putting a stop to his spoiling. "That's enough. How many times must I say it?","Okay, okay… so.. can you fuck me now?"
Choso would love to live out the rest of his days between your legs. Under you or behind you, he wants to eat it just about constantly.
When he starts there’s little that will snap him out of his trance. once the taste of your juices land on his tongue he needs more. He wants to wring you out for all your body can give him. If you haven’t come at least five times in his mouth there’s no way he can move onto the main thing.
Overstimulation is a state you’re very familiar with when it comes to him eating you out. There’s come a point where Choso is no longer doing it for you. Your pleasure is completely disregarded as he dives in for his own enjoyment. Not that you’re complaining, it feels good —of course it does— and seeing him feel good also adds to your pleasure.
As much as you do love the way your boyfriend can devour you, it definitely becomes too much too quickly. You believe you’ve came three times now. Your pussy lips puffy where they’re being spread by his thick fingers. Your swollen clit neglected as he opts for pushing his tongue in your hole, your walls fluttering around the slimy wet muscle. His tongue is eager to slurp up everything flowing out of you with vulgar sounds. You had long tuned out the shlick and slurp of his messy eating.
It was too much, you decided. Too much of his tongue’s prodding and too much of his hands trying to spread your legs apart further. The hand you have atop of his head now being used to push him away, the heel of your palm pressing into his forehead.
You now know he feels it. That he notices your attempts at pushing his mouth off by how his eyes flicker up, heavy lidded chocolate irises landing on you before he closes them completely. This asshole.
As best as you can you try to speak through labored breaths, "Cho- baby, that’s enough,"
"B-Be a good boy, hm? Fuck- come up for me." The only response he graced you with was a nonverbal one. His heavy arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down again. This was not good boy behavior. What happened to your well behaved boyfriend?!
"Choso.—" You barely get his name out. You swear he’s trying to actually eat you with the way he tries to take your whole cunt in his mouth. Hungry and animalistically groaning into you. The vibration is pleasant, you’ll begrudgingly admit.
Whining at him, you alternate between pushing at his head and trying to crawl away. Your other hand grabs at the bedsheets below you to get more leverage.
When his palm gently lands on your lower abdomen and his tongue returns to swirling around your clit you know you’re done for again.
Choso is more than eager to help you through your orgasm.
The pressure growing and ultimately becoming unbearable, waves of pleasure began ripping through your body. More intense than before.
With your back arching and your mouth left agape, you no longer sought to hold onto the sheets beneath your convulsing body. Instead both of your hands landed on Choso’s head. Your fingers curl around the base of both his ponytails. Through your haze you’re yanking at them, dragging his mouth to stay on your clit, allowing your thighs to clamp around his head instinctively, all whilst you grind into his tongue.
The need to push Choso away is forgotten.
The suction from your boyfriend’s mouth leaves your legs quivering against his cheeks. Seeing you so lost in your own pleasure is enough for Choso. After all, he’s so disgustingly easy when it comes to you. The sight that is you and the feeling of suffocation leaves him rutting into the bed. The friction almost painful on the head of his cock. Fully hard. Still in his jeans.
You’re left mumbling his name repeatedly. A prayer upon your lips, you know he enjoys it by the whiny hums muffled at your pussy.
Left in bliss, you go limp. Your hips slowly stop their erratic thrusts upwards, both of your legs left around Choso’s shoulders. You vaguely feel his warm hands rubbing up and down your thighs. The more you blink the more you regain your eyesight and then all your other senses.
Now that you have some sort of grip on yourself you can feel the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Body still shaking, your clit overstimulated, Choso’s mouth still on you—
"Choso!" You snap, lazily trying to lift your head. "Mmmh, baby," you can barely understand him.
When you look down you can see him still happily between your legs. Now pressing gentle kisses to your soaked folds. Clearly trying to make up for the overstimulation he knows he’s caused. His lips moving against your bottom ones, lazy and soft. You don’t want to find the sight of him making out with your pussy a fond one but that’s difficult when he looks like a kicked puppy.
Raising a leg you kick at his shoulder, finally putting a stop to his spoiling. "That's enough. How many times must I say it?","Okay, okay… so.. can you fuck me now?"
