You introduce your boyfriend Choso to the best time of year, Summerween 🍉🎃
choso x reader (no curse au!)
a/n: this is 100% purely self indulgent. I love Choso, I love summerween. It was bound to happen. I might make this into a mini series but whoooo knows? I hope yall enjoy! Half proof read and written on my phone, ack
“Hey, baby I picked up the…what in the hell?”
Choso could have sworn that just last night when he left your place, it had been in its normal state. But now? It looked like Halloween just puked all over the living room.
You balance a giant cauldron in one arm, and a box of bat shaped lights in the other. “Hi, Cho!” You beam, greeting your boyfriend. Your feet deftly avoid stepping on scattered decorations, and hop over a half inflated plastic pool in the shape of a coffin.
“Oooh you got the watermelon! Thank you!” You cheer, before setting the items in your arms down.
Choso blinks his dark eyes, his lips parting in question as he takes in the sight. Your living room was decked out in Halloween decor, yet…summer themed? The two skeletons you usually hung out every year in October were now displayed in a mid beach ball game. Instead of pumpkins, little pineapples with carved faces were sitting on the counters.
“I know you like Halloween, but uh, aren’t you like five months too early?” He finally asks, setting the watermelon down on the kitchen table.
“It’s Summerween actually, babe,” you tell him with a grin, only to see his brows shoot up to his hairline.
His lips quirk slightly, obviously fighting a smile, “You made that up,” he remarks.
Your jaw drops in shock and offense. “What? Nuh uh, it’s a real holiday!” You huff, rolling the watermelon over to you. “Well, I mean, why just celebrate Halloween once a year?” You add quickly.
Choso snorts lightly, easily hefting the watermelon up for you as you grab a kitchen knife. “That’s what I thought…so lemme guess, we’re carving this thing?”
Your beaming smile returns and you tilt the knife side to side, “Totally. It’s time you learn his fun Summerween is.”
you wanted to start to undress, lifting your shirt over your head when choso stopped you. “maybe you can… stay dressed?”
you eyed your boyfriend who sat on the edge of the bed completely naked, his cock twitching and leaking against his stomach after all the heated kisses. his cheeks were flushed, eyes glassy.
“you want me to stay dressed?” you asked, surprised.
“mhmm.” he nodded shyly, biting his lip. that’s how you ended up dry humping choso’s bare leg.
your soaked panties dragged slowly against his thick, muscular thigh, the friction making you sigh softly. choso whimpered beneath you, hands trembling as they rested on your hips.
“feels so good…” his cock lay heavy and untouched against his abs, leaking messily every time you rolled your hips. “you’re so wet… i can feel it all over my leg.”
you braced your hands on his shoulders and ground down harder, the wet patch on your panties growing darker as you rubbed your clothed pussy against his bare skin. choso’s head fell back with a moan, thighs flexing underneath you.
“please… don’t stop,” he begged quietly, looking up at you with needy eyes. “use me. use my leg however you want… i just want to feel you.”
you moved faster, grinding your swollen clit against the firm muscle of his thigh. choso was panting now, chest heaving, cock twitching helplessly as it continued to drip precum all over his stomach. he looked so pretty like this—completely naked and desperate while you stayed fully dressed, using him for your pleasure.
“you’re making such a mess.”
choso whimpered, fingers digging into your hips. “i’m sorry… can’t help it. you feel too good. i’m so hard it hurts but… fuck, i love when you use me like this.”
you leaned forward and kissed him, still grinding on his thigh. choso moaned into your mouth, tongue sliding against yours obediently as his cock continued leaking, completely ignored between you.
“please…” he whispered against your lips. “keep going. make yourself cum on me. i want to feel it.”
you smiled against his mouth and rolled your hips harder, soaking his bare leg even more while choso trembled and whimpered beneath you.
“i’m close—”
“yes— please cum on me,” choso whispered. “i want to feel it. please—”
your orgasm hit you hard, riding out every wave while choso watched with wide eyes. he couldn’t look away from the sight—the way your soaked panties rubbed against his thigh, the shiny wetness on his skin, the way your body trembled on top of him.
“oh god—” without any touch to his cock at all, choso suddenly came.
thick ropes of cum spurted from his untouched cock, painting his stomach and chest in messy streaks. he whimpered your name, completely lost in the sight of you cumming on his thigh. his cock continued twitching and leaking even after he finished, still painfully hard.
you slowed your movements, breathing heavily as you looked down at him. “you came…” you whispered, a little stunned.
he nodded weakly, cheeks burning red. “couldn’t help it… you looked so pretty cumming on me.” and then he pulled you down into a messy kiss, still trembling from his untouched orgasm.
ಇ.content & warnings: sneaking into your room :: kissing :: somnophilia (consented) :: fingering :: edging/orgasm denial :: blowjob :: no p in v </3 :: cum in mouth :: sweet!cho :: soft!cho :: NEEDY!cho ::
ಇ.part one.ಇ
The apartment had gone quiet again after another long day, but tonight it was Choso who couldn’t settle, sleep refused to come no matter how hard he tried, his mind kept drifting back to you — your soft smiles, the way you left your pretty panties scattered for him like little invitations, the way your body felt wrapped around his cock just nights ago.
He was needy tonight, achingly needy and after tossing and turning for what felt like hours, he finally gave in.
He slipped out of his bed and crept down the hall like the shy little pervert he was deep down, your sweet, doting roommate who made you breakfast and folded your laundry, but who also got painfully hard just thinking about touching you while you slept, he just wanted a glance, maybe to hold you…maybe more.
The door creaked open just enough for him to slide through. Moonlight spilled across your bed where you slept peacefully on your back, one leg bent, the oversized shirt you’d stolen from him earlier rucked up high around your ribs. Your breasts were exposed, soft and full, nipples slightly pebbled from the cool night air. Fuck.
Choso’s cock twitched hard in his boxers at the sight, already half-hard just from the memory of being buried inside you, but it wasn’t just lust tonight, Choso wanted to hold you, touch you, to breathe you in.
He climbed onto your bed slowly, the mattress dipping under his weight, you didn’t stir, still unaware of what was happening…Choso leaned down, pressing the softest kisses up your belly, feather-light and worshipping, his lips brushing over your warm skin, trailing higher until he was nuzzling between your breasts, inhaling deeply.
Your scent and faint perfume mixed with the natural sweetness of your skin, made his head spin, his hands were everywhere then, gentle but greedy, one large palm sliding up your side, the other cupping the underside of one breast, thumb brushing tenderly over your nipple.
You stirred with a sleepy little sigh, lashes fluttering.
“Shhh… it’s just me, baby,” he whispered, voice low and shy, like he was apologizing for wanting you so badly. “Couldn’t sleep without you… just wanted to hold you.”
He was so gentle, always so gentle, even when his cock was aching and leaking against your thigh, he kissed your stomach again, slow and sweet, before carefully shifting you onto your side, Choso slid in behind you, spooning you perfectly, against his larger body, his taller frame curving around yours.
One strong arm wrapped around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest and his other hand immediately found your breasts again, palming the soft, fat flesh with a quiet groan against the back of your neck, he squeezed gently, rolling your nipple between his fingers, savoring the weight of you in his hand like it grounded him.
Your breathing changed as you woke up more, a needy little whimper escaping you, heat pooling between your thighs again, fast and insistent, making one of your hands drift absent-mindedly towards your panties, fingers slipping under the waistband, desperate to touch your swollen clit.
“No,” Choso murmured softly against your ear, his voice husky but firm in that rare, quietly dominant way he got when he was lost in you. His larger hand caught yours, gently pulling it away. “Let me, please.”
His hand slipped under your panties without hesitation, fingers gliding through your slick folds, you were already wet… maybe it was because you were needy in your sleep and were already half expecting he would come and find your cunt soaked for him.
Choso let out a shaky breath, pressing his hard cock against the curve of your ass as two fingers found your clit and started circling slowly with perfect pressure. Lazy, devoted strokes that made your hips twitch back against him.
“So wet already…” he whispered, almost in awe, lips brushing your shoulder. “Even in your sleep you get like this for me, baby?”
He kept palming your breast with his other hand, kneading softly, pinching your nipple just enough to make you moan while his fingers worked your clit in steady, slick circles. His cock throbbing against you, trapped between your bodies, leaking precum onto your skin, but he didn’t rush.
He just held you tighter, spooned perfectly behind you, kissing the back of your neck and murmuring sweet, filthy praises while he started playing with your dripping pussy like he had all night.
“You feel so good, baby… so soft… let me take care of you.”
Your cunt was getting slicker and slicker, so wet and creamy that the sounds were turning downright pornographic, thick, glossy arousal coating his fingers, dripping down onto the sheets in slow, messy rivulets.
You whimpered, hips rolling back against his hand, desperate for more. Choso groaned low in his throat at how needy you were, even half-asleep and soaked pretty for him.
He shifted his hand lower, two thick fingers teasing your entrance before slowly pushing inside your tight, greedy cunt. You were so eager for him — walls fluttering and sucking his digits in immediately, but still so fucking tight that he had to work them in carefully, stretching you open with slow, deliberate pumps.
Your pussy hugged his fingers perfectly, clenching and pulsing around the intrusion as more of your thick, creamy slick gushed out around them, making everything wet and slippery.
“Ahh fuck, baby… you’re so tight,” he breathed against your neck, voice shaky and hoarse with lust, he bit down gently on the sensitive skin there, sucking a soft mark as his fingers curled deeper, scissoring gently to stretch your perfect little hole, the way your cunt kept squeezing him, trying to pull him in further, made his cock jerk hard against your ass, leaking even more precum.
You reached one hand up blindly, searching for him, your fingers met his hand that was still groping your tit and Choso instantly intertwined his fingers with yours, squeezing your hand tightly, both yours and his hand now on your breast as he kept fucking you with the other.
The pleasure was overwhelming — his long fingers thrusting in and out of your creamy pussy, curling just right to rub against that spongy spot inside you while his palm ground against your clit, your other hand fisted the sheets hard, knuckles turning white as broken moans spilled from your lips.
Choso’s breath hitched every time your walls clamped down around his fingers, his own groans muffled against your shoulder. “So wet… so fucking perfect,” he whispered, voice full of that shy awe he always got when he touched you like this. “Listen to how wet you are for me… sucking my fingers in like you can’t get enough.”
He hooked his leg over yours, pulling your thigh higher and spreading you open wider even more, keeping you nice and exposed for him.
The new angle let his fingers sink in deeper, fucking into your stretched cunt with slow, deep strokes that had your slick dripping down his wrist, he kept your hand intertwined with his, thumb stroking over your knuckles soothingly even as he stretched and filled you, and his hand still obsessively kneading and squeezing your breast, rolling your nipple between skilled fingers.
Every reaction you gave him — every clench, every whimper, every gush of fresh slick, made him press closer, hips grinding his hard cock against your ass like he couldn’t help it, but he stayed focused on you, doting and patient, fucking you open with his fingers while whispering sweet, filthy encouragements against your skin.
“That’s it, sweet girl… just let me stretch this pretty pussy… you’re doing so good for me…”
He kept working you open so perfectly — two thick fingers plunging deep into your creamy cunt while his palm rubbed firm circles against your swollen clit.
The stretch was delicious, the wet sounds obscene as your slick coated his hand and dripped down your thighs, your moans grew louder, breathier, hips pushing back desperately against his hand as that tight coil in your belly wound tighter and tighter.
But right as you were about to tip over the edge, right as your walls started fluttering wildly and your thighs began to shake, Choso slowed his fingers to a torturous stop, he kept them buried inside you, but refused to give you that final push.
You whined loudly, a needy, frustrated sound that broke into a soft cry. “Cho… p-please, I was so close…”
He let out a labored breath behind you, chest heaving as he felt your cunt clenching and quivering around his fingers like it was trying to pull him deeper, your poor denied clit throbbing angrily against his palm… and he loved it.
The way your greedy little hole squeezed and pulsed so wildly, dripping even more slick just from being edged like this, made his cock twitch hard against your ass, leaking a fresh bead of precum.
“I know, baby… I know,” he whispered, voice hoarse and shaky with restraint, he kissed the side of your neck apologetically, soft and lingering, sucking gently on the skin he’d marked earlier. “Just a little longer… you feel so good squeezing around my fingers like that. So fucking pretty when you’re desperate.”
You whimpered again, trying to rock your hips, but he held you still with that strong arm wrapping around your waist. After a few torturous moments, he finally started moving again — slow, deep thrusts of his fingers that had you gasping, only to edge you right back to the brink and stop once more.
He did it twice more, each denial making you cry out needier than the last, tears of frustration pricking at the corners of your eyes.
Finally, you couldn’t take it anymore.
You turned in his arms, facing him with flushed cheeks and glossy eyes, his cock was still so hard, straining painfully against his sweats, the front completely soaked through with so much precum that the fabric clung obscenely to the thick outline…the sight of his cock giving you a sweet, filthy little idea.
Without a word, you pushed him onto his back and tugged his sweats down his hips, his cock sprang free — flushed a deep, pretty pink at the tip, fat and throbbing, veins standing out along the thick shaft, a heavy bead of precum welled at the slit and dripped down the side, he looked so fucking pretty like this, hard and leaking just for you.
Choso’s face went bright red, but his eyes stayed locked on you, dark and hungry.
You made sure he was watching as you leaned down, wrapping your lips around the swollen head, the taste of his salty precum exploding on your tongue and you moaned around him, sucking gently at first before taking more of his thick length into your warm mouth, at the same time, you started grinding your aching clit against the bed, humping the mattress in slow, desperate rolls of your hips while you sucked him.
“F-fuck — baby…” Choso groaned, one hand flying to your hair, not pushing, just holding on like he needed something to ground him, his other hand fisted the sheets as your tight throat squeezed around him and you took him deeper, relaxing your jaw until the fat head nudged the back of your throat, swallowing around him with wet, filthy sounds.
He was losing his fucking mind.
His hips twitching up involuntarily, eyes rolling back for a second before snapping back to watch you — watching your pretty lips stretch around his cock, watching the way your cheeks hollowed as you sucked him, watching your ass move while you desperately humped the bed for friction, every time your throat constricted around him it pulled a broken whimper from his chest.
“Shit… your throat feels so tight — nghh… you’re gonna kill me,” he panted, voice wrecked and shy all at once, his fingers tightening gently in your hair, thumb stroking your cheek as you bobbed on his cock, drooling and moaning around his thickness while your clit dragged against the sheets.
He looked completely gone — flushed, breathing hard, trying so hard to stay gentle even while your perfect mouth and throat milked his leaking cock, but the way you were grinding your needy little cunt against the bed at the same time had him throbbing harder, more precum flooding your tongue with every suck.
You were going to make him lose control… and he was going to let you.
You wrapped your lips around just the sensitive tip of his cock, sucking softly while your tongue swirled around the flushed head, making Choso’s breath hitch sharply, a broken little moan slipping out as you hollowed your cheeks and nursed on him like he was the sweetest thing you’d ever tasted.
“Mmm… such a pretty cock, Cho,” you pulled off just enough to murmur, voice husky and sweet as you looked up at him through your lashes. “So thick and pretty for me… leaking so much already.”
He moaned louder at the praise, hips twitching, cheeks burning that deep shade of pink you loved. “Baby — fuck… don’t say that while you’re — nghh…”
You didn’t let him finish, you sank down again, taking him all the way into your warm, wet throat in one smooth glide, the thick head nudging the back of your throat and you swallowed around him deliberately, massaging every inch of his throbbing cock with tight, rhythmic contractions.
Choso’s hand flew to your hair, fingers trembling as he fought not to thrust up into your mouth, his cock pulsing hard against your tongue, the veins dragging along your lips as you held him there, buried to the hilt in your throat.
He nearly fucking came.
His thighs tensed, abs clenching, a wrecked whimper tearing from his chest as his cock swelled even thicker in your mouth.
Right before he tipped over, you pulled off slowly, strings of thick spit connecting your swollen lips to his glistening cock, you inhaled deeply, catching your breath while staring at how desperately he twitched in the cool air.
Then you smiled, wicked and playful before leaning back in.
Soft kitten licks danced across his sensitive head, teasing the underside and flicking right over that frenulum that always made him shudder, Choso’s head fell back against the pillow with a groan, but his eyes stayed glued to you, dark and hazy with lust, you shifted your body, swinging one leg over his thigh so you could grind your soaked, needy pussy against the firm muscle of his leg, the friction against your swollen clit made you moan around his cock as you worked him.
Your tongue teased at his slit, lapping up the steady flow of precum before you wormed the tip of your tongue inside it, fucking shallowly into that sensitive little hole, every time you flicked in and out, sticky strings of precum stretched between your tongue and his cock, breaking and reforming in the most obscene way.
Choso was losing it — whimpering, panting, his free hand gripping the sheets tight.
One of your hands wrapped around the base of his thick cock, stroking him firmly while the other moved lower to gently massage his heavy balls, rolling them in your palm, the combined sensation — your throat, your tongue, your hands, and the sight of you grinding your dripping cunt against his leg — pushed him right to the edge again.
“Baby… I’m — fuck, I’m gonna —”
Thick white cum spilled from his cock in heavy, pulsing ropes, splashing across your waiting tongue as you licked and sucked him through it, you kept your mouth open just enough for him to watch, catching every spurt on your tongue while your hand kept pumping him slowly, milking him for everything he had and Choso moaned your name like a broken prayer, hips jerking weakly as he came hard, filling your mouth with his warm, salty-sweet release.
You didn’t waste a single drop.
When he finally started to come down, you licked him clean — slow, thorough strokes of your tongue along every inch of his spent cock, gathering every streak of cum and swallowing it down with soft, satisfied hums, you even leaned lower to clean the globs of cum coating his balls, sucking gently until he was twitching and oversensitive, whispering soft praises between licks.
“Good boy… gave me so much, Cho.” you murmured, pressing one last kiss to the tip before crawling back up his body.
Choso pulled you into his chest immediately, arms wrapping around you tightly, still breathing hard, face flushed crimson, eyes glassy, but that sweet, shy smile tugged at his lips as he buried his face in your hair.
“You’re gonna kill me one day…” he whispered, voice hoarse and full of affection, hands already stroking soothingly down your back like he couldn’t stop touching you.
You smiled against his skin, nuzzling closer, your body still buzzing from grinding against his thigh while you’d sucked him dry, his cock was softening against your stomach, sticky and warm, but his arms were strong and certain as they held you and for a moment it was just quiet breathing and gentle touches, his fingers tracing lazy patterns along your spine, his lips pressing soft kisses to the top of your head.
Then he shifted, tilting your chin up with one careful finger, his dark eyes meeting yours, still hazy with that post-orgasm glow, and he pulled you in for a deep kiss, he tasted himself on your tongue immediately — salty, warm, slightly bitter — and instead of pulling away.
Choso groaned softly into your mouth, sucking on your bottom lip like he wanted to savor every drop you’d taken from him, his tongue licking into your mouth slowly, almost lovingly, tasting the evidence of his own cum as he kissed you deeper, one hand cradling the back of your neck while the other stayed splayed across your lower back, pressing you flush against him.
When he finally pulled back, a thin string of spit and cum connected your lips for a second before breaking, cheeks burning even darker now, but his gaze was soft, full of that endless, doting affection he only ever showed you.
“You’re so pretty like this,” he murmured, voice low and shaky, thumb brushing gently over your swollen bottom lip. “So sweet… swallowing everything I give you. My perfect girl.”
He said it with such genuine awe, like he still couldn’t believe you let him touch you, taste you, fill you. Like you were something precious he was terrified of breaking, even while his spent cock twitched weakly against your tummy at the memory of your throat squeezing around him.
You whimpered softly at his words, and Choso immediately pulled you even closer, tucking your face back into his chest, he held you tight, one leg sliding between yours so he could keep you wrapped up in him completely.
His hand returned to its gentle stroking along your back, occasionally dipping lower to squeeze your ass with that shy possessiveness he could never quite hide.
“Stay with me tonight,” he whispered into your hair, pressing another kiss there, then another to your forehead. “Don’t wanna let you go yet… just wanna hold my sweet girl.”
His heartbeat was steady under your cheek, warm skin pressed to yours, the faint scent of sex and his natural smell wrapping around you like a blanket.
Even after everything — after waking you up with kisses, after edging you, after sucking him until he came down your throat — Choso was back to being your sweet, overly doting roommate. Hands gentle, voice soft, body curled protectively around yours like he’d stay there forever if you asked.
꒰melody꒱ asking boyfriend!choso to fuck your throat
mdni ꩜ smut, intimacy & aftercare. art by @/kanmi013
"I don't want to hurt you"
"You're not going to hurt me, Cho"
It was a little ridiculous to be debating right now, considering the position you were in – on your back, head slightly hanging off the edge of the mattress, and right in between your boyfriends thick thighs.
It's not like it was the first time you suggested something that made him red as a tomato. Actually, you would have thought we was used to it by now.
From above you, Choso's adams apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed thickly, somewhere between hypnotised and worried. "What if you can't breathe?" he reasoned.
"I'll tap your leg if it's too much" you reassured.
Normally he was always happy to try whatever you suggested, but you could see why he was a little apprehensive about this one.
You could just about make out his handsome face in this awkward position, but once he started moving, you would be completely trapped under him... a thought you actually quite enjoyed.
Choso considered it for a moment longer, a hand lazily stroking his member just inches away from you – already suspiciously hard despite his hesitation.
It was like he was teasing you, having it so close but still so far. Was it so wrong to just want the love of your life to fuck your throat?!
"Ok…" Choso finally sighed reluctantly, but the way his cock twitched in his grasp was fooling no one. "Can you, um, open your mouth?"
You did.
"Fuck" Choso gasped immediately, throwing his head back in ecstasy despite not having even entered you yet.
You couldn't help a devilish smile, admiring how he bit his bottom lip above you with barely controlled lust. "Do you need a moment, Cho?" you teased.
"No! No" he quickly said, looking down at you again with a long exhale. "You look really good like that"
His dark eyes were locked on yours now, mesmerised. Despite how hard you wanted to tease him for getting so excited just looking at you, there was no denying he did the same to you.
Embarrassing, really. The way your thighs squeezed together at the sight of him alone.
"You look good too" you replied softly, feeling your own face grow hot.
"Yeah?" he smiled, beginning to stroke himself again. "You want me to fuck your throat?"
Fuck.
"Y–yeah" you swallowed hard, heart beginning to beat a little too fast inside your chest. "Please"
"Then be a good girl and open your mouth"
He didn't even have to ask you twice.
You willingly parted your lips, as drunk on him as he was drunk on you.
The minute Choso started to sink into your mouth your eyes began to water, hands coming to grab his thighs just to have something to hold on to.
It wasn't the most comfortable position to be taking him in, sure, but you were happy he agreed to try it. Even more so hearing the lewd sounds that were coming from his throat, like the sweetest melody.
"Just like that, baby" he groaned, sinking a little deeper. You so wished you could see what he looked like right now. "Doing so good for me"
You really wanted to please him, but you couldn't help the way you constricted around him as he reached deeper, exploring further than he ever had. "Still ok?" Choso asked, waiting for your struggled nod before continuing.
And then he really started moving. Shallow thrusts at first, in and out, in and out. Going deeper with each one, giving you time to adjust to his size.
"Taking me so fucking well" he panted. "Fuck, I can see it" his thumb slowly stroked the bulge on your neck, a tender caress despite how mean he moved now.
Deeper and deeper.
The heat between your legs was starting to get too much to ignore – your boyfriend driving you insane with nothing but his cock in your throat and his little groans and whimpers, as he fucked your face like he would your pussy.
Maybe you'd suggest filming it next time, just so you could admire his expressions.
Though you also enjoyed your imagination.
And as if just to empty all thoughts from your head, Choso pushed all the way in – you choked around him, struggling to accommodate him so deep, but when your boyfriend tried to move back and give you respite, your hands immediately brought his hips back towards you.
"Fuck– you feel so good" he gasped in surprise, mesmerised by how hard you tried for him, by how much you wanted this. "Hold it there for me baby, can you do that?"
You did – growing more and more used to the odd pressure, your face a mix of tears and spit, throat stretched beyond capacity.
"Ahhhh, such a good girl" he exhaled. "Can I–can I cum in your throat?" he asked a little shyly.
You tried your best to nod yes, despite not being able to move much.
Choso understood, moving his hips back again to shove himself back in, one more time, two times, and on the third – he sunk so deep you had no choice but swallow all he was giving you.
You loved it. Both the salty taste and how he moaned above you.
As soon as he was done, Choso removed himself, kneeling down next to your head. "Are you ok?" he asked hurriedly, wiping your face for you, using the towel he had left by the bed for this exact reason.
"Yes" you said, voice a little hoarse. "Did you enjoy it?" you smiled, while Choso brought two hands to your shoulders to help you sit up, treating you like you were precious.
"Yeah" he admitted with a blush on his cheeks. He passed you a glass of water, another precaution he had taken. "I…really did"
You took a slow sip, while his hands slowly rubbed your shoulders and neck, easing the tension you were just starting to feel from the odd position you had been in.
"Good" you leaned forward to kiss his nose then, just above his mark. "Sounded like you did" you teased, enjoying his little grimace.
He took the glass from you as you put your hands on the mattress to push yourself up, but before you could – Choso stopped you with two firm hands on your hips.
"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, positioning himself between your legs. "It's my turn to hear the sounds you make"
brat taming with choso ! 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯
in which you refuse his princess treatment !? (smut)
you’re on one knee in the hallway, fingers fumbling with the laces of your left sneaker, when you hear choso’s footsteps stop behind you.
“princess?” his voice is soft, confused. “what are you doing?”
you glance over your shoulder. he’s standing there in his usual black hoodie, hair loose, brows drawn together like you just announced you were moving to another country. you finish the knot, double it, and stand up.
“tying my shoes,” you say, brushing your hands off on your jeans. “we’re gonna be late if we don’t leave soon.”
he blinks. “i always do that for you.”
“yeah, well.” you grab your bag from the hook by the door. “i can do it myself today.”
choso doesn’t move. he just watches you, quiet, like he’s trying to solve a puzzle with missing pieces. you’re already reaching for the doorknob when he finally speaks again.
“did i forget something?” he asks. “did i do something wrong?”
you pause, turn around. his face is open, genuinely worried, and it makes your chest twist. “no, baby. you didn’t do anything wrong. i just… wanted to do it myself this morning.”
he nods slowly, but the crease between his brows doesn’t smooth out. “okay.”
you make it all the way to the kitchen before he appears again. you’re standing at the counter, pouring cereal into a bowl, when he stops in the doorway.
“princess,” he says again, softer this time. “i made you breakfast already. it’s in the fridge. the good yogurt. the one with the strawberries you like.”
you look at the bowl in your hands, then at him. “i know. i just felt like cereal today.”
he stares at you for a long moment. “you hate that cereal.”
“it’s fine.”
“you said it tastes like cardboard last week.”
you sigh, setting the bowl down. “choso, it’s okay. i can make my own breakfast. you don’t have to do everything for me.”
he doesn’t argue. he just watches you eat three bites of the cardboard cereal before you give up and push the bowl away. he doesn’t say anything when you grab a banana instead. instead, he keeps watching, quiet and thoughtful, like he’s cataloging every small rebellion.
by the time you’re in the car, he’s still quiet. his hand rests on your thigh like it always does, thumb stroking absent circles, but his mind is clearly somewhere else. you don’t push it. you just let the silence sit between you, warm and familiar.
he doesn’t ask again until you’re home that night.
you’re in the bedroom, changing out of your work clothes, when he appears in the doorway. he’s been home for an hour already—long enough to shower, long enough to make dinner and leave it covered on the stove. but he doesn’t mention any of that. he just leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching you pull a t-shirt over your head.
“sweetheart,” he says, and there’s something different in his voice now. lower. “come here.”
you turn. he’s still in the doorway, but his eyes have that look—the one he gets when he’s been thinking too hard about something and finally decided what to do about it. you cross the room slowly. he meets you halfway, his hands finding your waist, pulling you in until your chest is pressed to his.
“you’ve been doing everything today,” he murmurs, his lips brushing your temple. “tying your shoes. making breakfast. carrying your own bag. i didn’t stop you. but i need to know why.”
you rest your forehead against his collarbone. “i don’t know. i just wanted to feel like i could handle things. without you doing everything for me.”
he’s quiet for a moment. then his hands slide down to your ass, gripping you firmly, lifting you until your legs wrap around his waist. he carries you to the bed like you weigh nothing, laying you down on your stomach, his body already covering yours.
“you can handle things,” he says against the back of your neck, his voice low and rough. “i know that. but you don’t have to.” his hands are already working your jeans down your hips, yanking your panties with them. “you don’t have to do anything when i’m here. that’s the point.”
you feel him shift behind you, hear the sound of his zipper, feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance. he doesn’t wait. doesn’t tease. just pushes inside in one slow, deliberate thrust that has you gasping into the mattress.
“choso—”
“shut up,” he snaps, his hand pressing between your shoulder blades, pinning you harder. “you wanna act like you don’t need me? fine. but you’re gonna take this cock like its the only thing you need.”
his hips snap forward, burying him deeper, and you moan, your fingers fisting the sheets. “you were so fucking stubborn this morning. tying your own shoes like i wasn’t right there. making that shitty cereal like i didn’t already have something ready for you. what the fuck was that?”
you whimper, your body rocking with every thrust. “i just—i wanted—”
“you wanted to be difficult,” he growls, his hand sliding around to your clit, rubbing tight circles that make your thighs shake. “you wanted to prove something. but look at you now. face down, ass up, dripping all over my cock because you can’t even pretend you don’t need me.” his pace is brutal, each thrust punching a moan out of you. “say it. tell me how badly you need me.”
“i- i need you,” you gasp. “cho, please—”
“that’s right,” he pants, his voice dark and mean. “you need me. you need me to fuck you like this because you can't make yourself cum as good as i can. but you’re still my good girl, aren’t you? my perfect little princess who just needed to be reminded who she belongs to.” his fingers work faster, his cock hitting that spot inside you with every thrust, and you’re so close you can barely think. “cum for me. cum on this cock like the needy slut you are. show me how much you need it.”
you cum with a broken moan, your walls clenching around him, your body shaking. he fucks you through it, his pace relentless, his hand still working your clit until you’re sobbing into the pillow. only then does he let himself go, his hips stuttering, his cock pulsing as he fills you.
he collapses on top of you, his weight pressing you into the mattress, his breath hot against your neck. for a long moment, neither of you moves. then he rolls off you, pulling you into his arms, his hand stroking your hair.
“now,” he murmurs, his voice already thick with sleep. “are you gonna be good and let me take care of you?”
you press a kiss to his chest, your body still humming. “okay.”
Sirens are dangerous and deceptive beings. Especially dangerous to naive sailors, particularly for men. And as it seems, Choso is no different. Because as soon as he hears your lovely call, he's willing to risk death just to feel your warmth. Even for a second.
included in Tales, Myths, Romances
Requested (pray forgive me for such a long wait!)
˖𖦹 ݁˖ pairing: ꒰ Sailor!Choso x Siren!Reader ꒱
˖𖦹 ݁˖ content/warnings: ꒰ MDNI 18+ : set in Ancient Greece : inspired by Greek Mythology : filth with plot : heavy smut : heavy breeding kink : whimpering Choso : siren pussy : mating : reverse knotting (???) : mating press : Choso is miserable as always : oral sex (both ways) : cum overflow : cum eating : belly bulge : happy ending : aphrodisiac puss : 6k words ꒱
˖𖦹 ݁˖ note: If you see me uploading it for the second time – no you don't (I may or may not have accidentally deleted the og post). A warm thank you to my real-life friends who sat with me in a bar and discussed how to describe the siren's pussy. I think it's the most filthy thing I've written so far. Also, a quick note, in Greek Mythology, sirens are half women, half birds, but I decided to keep the classic mermaid look!
dividers by @diviniyae and @solitary-serendipity
art by F_tality0 on X
Poseidon was enraged that night.
Breeze, always so gentle and kind, smacked the pirates' cheeks all night as the massive ship swam through the restless darkness. The mast was almost broken, bending under the powerful wind that gusted madly across the Aegean Sea, with tall waves and salty foam slipping onto the half-wrecked ship.
They weren't going to make it. For the first time in years of sailing, the captain truly believed that they weren't going to make it.
The ship was barely standing, traded goods hidden neatly below the deck, yet waves of foaming salt were constantly filling the vessel with its unmatched weight. It was getting heavier and heavier, slowly dipping into the relentless liquid till everyone gathered up on a deck, with fifty or so pirates praying for mercy.
To Poseidon, as only he could hear their pleas and still the madness of the waters. Never in over five years of their journeys had they encountered a storm like this. Rough, almost barbarous, as if God himself wished to wipe them from the earth.
Another wave spilt over the wooden edge, washing over a dozen or so sailors, wet and desperate, looking out for any haven. With almost a broken mast, they were already in a lost position, and yet through drenched lashes, with hands covering their eyes from the heavy, cold rain, they looked out.
And looked, looked, until a scream had slashed through the air, carrying the hope all these men waited for. "Captain, there's an island!"
Choso quickly looked up, chestnut eyes struggling to see through the thick fog and pouring rain that stung his cheeks with their mischievous giggles. Wet, dark hair clung to his forehead as his eyes finally caught a large shadow, bending and curving in front of his wet gaze.
He should be happy, just like other men, as a sudden hope appeared, yet something in his chest tightened. But Choso, a long-time experienced captain, knew that an island in the middle of the sea meant nothing good.
In fact, he could already sense it, see it. The rocky edges of the small isle. Sharp and shimmering under the pale moonlight, lighted solely by its cold beams and lightnings slashing the enraged sky.
He could see the foam swelling near the ship, with pearly scales appearing here and there, coating the full length of heavy tails.
He could hear the melody, carried by the storm, right towards their ship. Like birds chirping, the glazed sweetness that warmed the shivering hearts of sailors and lulled them into the clutches of deadly creatures.
Choso has never met the sirens, although he had seen them.
The enchanting, nymph-like beings frolic near the seaside, giggling and singing softly as they bathed on the warm rocks. Their skin always shimmered like gold under the warm rays of sunshine, reflecting off the crystal droplets coating their bodies.
The creatures of utmost beauty and lethal nature. Nightmares of every passing ship. One of the few divinities a mortal could actually meet, yet everyone who tried to ogle them from the dense forest, lurking at their gleaming bodies dipping into the sea, would surely end up dead.
But not Choso.
He, somehow, as a simple sailor with only a few foolish things to his name, managed to get close to those mysterious beings. Close enough to smell their skin – the scent of a sweet ocean breeze and sweat, as they soaked in the sun all day. To hear their lovely hums without going absolutely mad, and to cherish them while watching from behind the massive boulders. Big enough to cover his body completely and let him hold dear this special moment.
As myths and legends of forbidden love always go, there was one most enchanting siren, whom the poor sailor couldn't keep his eyes off.
The one, whose tail shimmered the brightest, covered in lovely pinkish scales woven with golden thread. With skin soft as flowery petals, although he never touched it with his own, calloused fingers. With a voice so lovely it lulled him to sleep, whenever he came to the seaside on late, late nights.
When nothing but the gentle waves and low hum of crickets filled the humid air.
He could be more daring. Braver, lurking behind the boulder with his gaze fixed on your body spread out on the sand and the turtles sleeping peacefully near your tail. Cherish the longing melody directed at the moon, as you sang it loudly and clearly, filling Choso's ears with the sweetest ambrosia.
Nights like this were always his favourite. Making his heart swell with a certain pride, as if he were a chosen one. The only one who could hold you dearly in his own, foolish way – never making a step, never saying a word.
But it was enough. He simply didn't need more.
And you… You seemed not to care about him at all.
Even if you sensed his presence, it seemed that this foolish sailor boy was of no danger or harm. As long as he was simply there, lurking from between the trees without sticky hands trying to grab you or your sisters, there was no need to kill him.
And thus, simply because of it, Choso started believing that the heavens had blessed him. Allowed to be the only mortal who could get close to such deadly and mysterious creatures as the daughters of the sea.
But then the storm came as he and his crew crossed the Aegean Sea and aimed for Athens. The journey was long and tricky, yet they finished it time and time again, always without a sweat and with goods delivered on time.
None of them expected the sudden hurricane, which raised the crystal waves to meters high and swelled beneath their ship. But even this would be manageable. At some point, the waters would calm down, and Choso with his crew would find their way to the shore.
Now, however, with the devilish melody slipping warmly into his men's minds, Choso knew that it was over. For the sirens' voice was more treacherous than Poseidon's wrath. A spell of the most unkind sort, luring the foolish man into their warm, open arms, only to sink their teeth deep into the flesh.
With fifty men on the ship, there was no chance for Choso to save everyone. Nevertheless, he needed to try.
"Close your ears," his shout tried to rip itself through the eruption of clashing waves. "The sirens are here, close your ears! Don't listen to them!"
His men started to panic, with low, frightened tremblings filling the drenched deck.
"Sirens? How is it possible?"
"Dear Gods, save us!"
"What Gods? No one will help us! That's it, we're done here!"
The terror grew as the haunting melody sharpened and became more distinct, as if a dozen or so sirens circled the ship. Choso stood on the deck, watching the shimmering tails and wet heads slipping from the tall waves. One more lovely than another, with long, flapping tails and warm eyes fixed on their prey.
With his hands covering ears, he couldn't hear much, and yet the sight of pearly smiles and soft arms stretched towards them was enough to feel the urge to jump right into their loving clutches. To feel the sweetness of their kisses on his cheeks, delicate fingers wrapping around his neck with the utmost fondness, till at last sharp teeth would dig into his body and take it deep under the sea.
As the ship drew nearer to the stony island, he finally realised that the helmsman, immersed in the melody, was completely lost. With both hands on the wooden wheel and a foggy gaze, he had no thoughts, steering the vessel directly toward the sirens' isle.
"No," Choso gasped, running towards the wheel. "No, fuck, wake up!" he screamed and screamed, but nothing could mute the sirens' sweet voices.
The melodic come to me, sweetheart, and, I'll treat you well, darling, or, come closer, fill me with your love. Sometimes it would be only the singing, sweet and treacherous, with a maddening power to possess the men's simple minds.
Choso shoved the helmsman aside and hurried to cover his ears.
He looked around and saw utter chaos. A few men took cover in the wet corners of the ship, clutching their heads and praying fervently. Others jumped off the deck, heading straight for the siren's open arms, foolishly lured by the sweet and tempting promises they had convinced themselves of.
The bodies fell one by one, and soon a wave of screams rose from the pearly foam, as the crystal waters turned crimson. Sirens' strong hands sank the sailors, only to rise to the surface again and wait for another fool.
The helmsman curled under the wheel as Choso took over the steering.
And that was his biggest mistake.
As he took his hands off his ears, all the melodic whispers and giggles suddenly reached him. Loud and clear, one voice sweeter than the other, choking him with an overwhelming power until breathing alone became too difficult. A warmth spread all over his chest, as if the sole sensuality of the voices made his heart beat faster and his skin coat in sweat. The heat hit his cheeks, fever broke, but it wasn't caused by sickness, no.
But by all the devilish oaths, hitting him like an aphrodisiac and pulling towards the ship's edge. He tried to fight the filthy warmth filling his body. The need to jump overboard and nuzzle into the sirens' warm, plush skin.
He gripped the wheel tighter, trying to get the ship away from the stony island. The storm was ravaging the vessel, and yet it seemed that the brutal wind finally started to bend under his pleas. He rolled the wheel, and rolled, and rolled, till the massive, wooden structure slowly turned back towards the open sea.
Men were jumping one after another, and he estimated that half of the crew was already dead. Sirens circled the ship tighter, voices even-pitched, sweeter, making him tremble from the overwhelming heat.
But he was strong, Choso had believed. He could fight them, as no woman was able to make him mad enough to force him to jump overboard. Saving his life was far more crucial than those few, mere seconds of pleasure spent in sirens' arms.
With fingers clutching the wheel and the storm still fierce, he steered the ship away from the island into the endless sea. Pale moonlight struggled to pierce the thick clouds overhead, while ghostly lightning forked across the sky, illuminating his rain-slicked face.
He screamed to his men, telling them to hang in there, to stay calm, hoping that a few of them who still nuzzled into the dark corners of the ship wouldn't go absolutely mad. Sirens sang louder, and Choso thought with nail and tooth to keep his mind clear. But the lustful fever was making him weak, melting his body into a trembling mess, until he needed to grip the wheel tighter to keep from falling.
And then…
Then the catastrophe came.
"Sailor boy," whirled in the air, reaching his ears. His body suddenly froze, eyes widened. "Sailor boy, come here."
The voice was distinct from the others – sweeter, kinder, with a silky undertone that pierced straight to his heart.
"Sailor boy, I know you're there," a melody rumbled through his body once again, forcing Choso to let go of the wheel.
Driven by madness, he slowly moved down the deck, sneakily gliding over the ship's edge. The dark, infinite sea stretched out before him, with pearly waves crashing against each other. Among other lurking sirens, with giggles and claws poised to seize his lustful body – there was you.
Calm and beautiful, with wet hair curling around your cheeks and slightly lidded eyes looking up at him. Water dripped down your shell-covered breasts, and moonlight bounced off the wet skin.
Your gaze carried a kind of grace – patient, almost trusting. And the longer Choso kept looking at you, the more he leaned further forward. Raven hair sticking to his damp neck, lips fallen open, as he tried to fight the heat bubbling in his loins.
"My sailor boy," you chirped, spreading your arms open. Towards the sky, him, with a lovely smile and a little tilt of your head. "Come to me, sailor boy. I know you wish to."
His fingers gripped the wooden side tighter. Till knuckles went white, and breath slipped with a shudder. Wind smacked his cheeks, rain filled the fallen lips as he still, with trembling eyes and body bent in half, looked at your waiting arms.
He wondered how soft your skin would be and what you would taste like if he tried to caress your lips with his. How far underwater would you take him before choking him to death and leaving his body behind, just like you did with all the other men?
Would you devour him right away, or perhaps cherish every piece of his muscular body, which he was ready to offer you on a plate?
Or maybe, just maybe, with gentle fingers, you would first trace his cheeks, gazing deeply into the warm chestnut of his eyes as if meeting a lover’s stare. Run your fingers through his hair and softly press your lips to his, patiently awaiting his response – longing for him to deepen the kiss with the desire of one tempted by forbidden fruit, mindful of the inevitable consequences.
The rest of the crew watched him in fright, yet no one dared to step any closer to the edge. For the captain seemed to fight something none of them could help him with. Something so deeply etched into his chest that he could only grip the deck tighter and lean on the line between life and death.
But then your arms opened even wider, lips curled mischievously, gaze flickered. "My sailor boy, my dearest," the voice suddenly became lower, with the sensual cheekiness swirling in his mind. "Come to me. Let me love you."
Amidst the frightened screams of the crew and the wind whipping his cheeks with sharp, rainy gusts, Choso jumped.
Into the arms of a woman who suddenly turned him into a madman.
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He woke up with a sudden realisation that he could still breathe. His body didn't hurt as much as he thought it would after being devoured by a siren, and solely a light pain pulsed on his face.
He raised hand, touching the long, bloody slash marking his nose and cheeks. An ache flickered under his fingers, leaving the crimson, still slightly wet liquid on soft pads.
Moonlight slipped sheepishly through the small opening above, and only then did he realise he had been dragged into the cave. The sand beneath his body was still wet, soaked by the clothes that had weighed him down. He clearly remembered the moment his body touched the cold sea, sinking quickly before a pair of gentle arms pulled him back to the surface.
But the rest of his memory faded, and the bloody mark on his nose was likely caused by a severe blow to his head.
It pulsed a bit, but he was too excited by the thought of still being alive to care about such a minor issue.
He gradually sat up, glancing around the small cave by the seaside. Gentle waves quietly lapped inside, flowing over the golden sand and touching his bare feet. The moonlight glinted brightly in the clear, dark sky, and the warm night air caressed his flushed cheeks. It appeared that, in the end, he wasn't on the rocky siren island, and a breath of relief escaped his lips.
A relief mixed with panic.
Because you weren't here.
He once again looked around, noticing how shallow the cave was. The back wall, covered in slimy seaweed, shimmered under the moonlight, carrying the salty, slightly rotten smell of fish. But nowhere in the cave could he spot the familiar pinkish scales.
"Looking for me, sailor boy?"
His head snapped back towards the entrance.
And there you were – smiling slyly, wet hair cascading down your back, head tilted slightly. You lay on your belly, resting chin on your palm, with long tail swaying back and forth, droplets of crystal-clear water dripping from the soft scales.
A sweet giggle bounced off the stony walls as you looked at Choso's lips fallen open. "Why? Aren't you happy to see me?"
His throat bobbed, fingers gripped the wet sand. "N-No, it's just…"
Too distracted, he struggled to carve into his mind every small detail of your face. His gaze fixated on your lovely eyes, veiled by a gentle fog, where the irises and whites blurred together, almost resembling a spectre. He noticed the gentle curve of your lips and cheeks, which held a slight warmth. Your ears, bent into an eerie shape, slightly pointed and much thinner, added a little uncanny look to your lovely face.
And yet, his breath hitched, and something heavy bubbled beneath the chest. "Why didn't you kill me?"
A sweet hum filled the wet cave, broken only by waves clashing gently against your splayed body. "Would you prefer that, sailor boy?"
"No, i-it's just…" Choso desperately searched for words, but his mind was still as if under the influence of your bewitching spell. "Thank you." That's all he could say, trembling under the heavy gaze of yours.
Lying in front of his seated form, your finger brushed his calf. "It's too early to thank me. You still don't know why I decided to keep you alive."
Heavy muscles bulged under the milky, slightly damp skin, curling around his thick calves and up to beefy thighs. A giggle slipped past your lips as you saw another bulge straining his woollen tunic. With a wetness padding the cloth, trembling slightly whenever your nail marked his skin.
Your fingers travelled up, up, skimming the calves, knees, and thighs, as he slowly spread them open. Chestnut eyes followed your gradually approaching body, crawling closer towards him. Heavy tail dragged on the soft sand as you slowly slipped out of the water.
Leaning on his arm, he gripped the sand harder, ogling carefully the mischievous loveliness twisting your lips.
"Ask me," you whispered, nuzzling into his thigh. Fingers slipped under the woollen cloth, pinching the soft skin. "Ask me why I saved you."
"Why d-did you save me?" he could barely breathe, feeling your digits dangerously too close to his leaking cock.
And then, he felt it. Your thumb pressing onto the wet head, teeth biting gently into the inside of his thigh. A cry rolled out of his lips, little grains of sand dug painfully into his palms.
"I think you're cute," slipped in a giggle, as you licked the bitten skin sweetly. He whimpered lowly, and you noticed crystal droplets swirling in his eyes. "And I need something from you."
But before Choso could ask what, your head slipped under his woollen robes. And then, something in his mind exploded. Sudden pleasure washed over his spine as your lips curled around his cock with a lovely hum, fingers squeezing the pulsing base.
"W-Wait– Ahhh!" his hand landed on your head, but he somehow couldn't bring himself to push you away. Instead, he brushed your hair away, letting himself take a closer, better look at your lovely face.
There was something utterly filthy in the way your pointy ears shivered every time another moan slipped past his lips. How your scales seemed to glow even lighter when his fingers skimmed through your neck, thumb brushing the warm cheek bulging with his feverish head.
You drank the pearly cum swirling on the tip of his cock with a hum before taking him in deeper. Till he could feel the end of your warm throat and muscles tightening around the fat shaft. Delicate fingers played with his balls, and a sudden cry ripped past his lips when you gave them a soft squeeze.
"M-my Goddess–" this time, he tried to push you away, feeling the dangerous heat once again coiling in his loins. "I c-can't, it's too–mhmmm–"
A sudden embarrassment hit his flushed cheeks at the thought of coming that fast. Needing nothing but a single luscious glance of yours and lips locking on his cock. Your head bobbed in frenzied movements, with low hums going straight into his pulsing cock and sending a wave of trembling pleasure down his spine. Nose tickled his pubes, saliva dripping down the veiny shaft, drenched in the honeyed sweetness of your mouth.
Pulling out with a soft pop, your gaze locked with his. "I'm not a Goddess, sailor boy," Choso wished to disagree, but your lips crashed against his. In a quick yet messy kiss, as you bit his lower lip, leaving him with a metallic sweetness and the musky smell of his cock. "But for now, call me whatever you want. As long as you'll give me this," your fingers once again squeezed his tightening balls.
Choso felt dumbfounded, madly besotted, with heart-shaped irises fixed on your face and lips slightly parted. "You want…" he barely pushed, not quite sure whether you were thinking the same thing.
But you nodded gently, giving his cock another squeeze. The flushed head was seconds away from busting, and you could see the milky trace of sticky cum coat the hardened tip.
"Give me a baby," slipped smoothly like a dream, causing Choso to blush deeply. Your hands curled behind his neck, then you pulled him closer, drawing him nearer as you slowly reclined, shifting your positions. "You're such a pretty, pretty boy," your warm thumb brushed his rosy cheek. "Can you do it for me? Do you want to make me pregnant, sailor boy?"
And Choso, with your tail between his thighs and your lovely little head splayed between his hands digging deep into the sand, could do nothing but nod. Slowly, with heat ripping through his body from the inside, and his heart suddenly skipping a few beats.
"Y-yes," he whispered softly, as you pushed behind the ear raven strands of his hair. A gentle sweetness shone in his eyes, melting your heart with its pure and innocent glow. His feelings were so pristine, as he desperately tried to hide this charming bashfulness behind an awkward demeanour. "If you allow me, my Goddess, I do want to–" his throat bobbed, another wave of embarrassment washing over his virgin body. He simply couldn't force himself to admit such a filthy thing!
You giggled, pulling him closer. Till your lips brushed gently and eyes met in a lustful crossing. "Then get to work, my sailor boy. Show me what you got."
Before Choso could ask, flustered, how this was supposed to work, you swiftly lifted your tail, putting the lower half of heavy, pinkish scales on his shoulder. Your hand curled around his, slowly, slowly, guiding it towards the swell of your ass. And then slightly down, through the hard scales covering your whole lower body. Choso tried to remember every little bump, each golden line curling around your tail like a halo, till he finally felt something else.
Something softer, slicker, hidden under a few flakes till you helped him feel the wet entrance of your pussy. His breath hitched, eyes crossed with your mischievous smile, as he sensed the slick coat his palm.
"Can you feel it?" you asked, but something in your voice changed. It became softer, more pleading, with a gentle frown appearing between your eyebrows. "Push them in, mhmm, just like that," guiding him softly, your nails dig into his forearm.
Two thick fingers slipped inside, and he immediately moaned, feeling the maddening tightness of your cunt. Gummy walls – not quite soft, but rather with slight bumps and swells – clamped down on his digits till thrusting them further was nearly impossible.
Choso had never been with a woman before and thus had no basis for comparison. Still, your warmth felt uniquely different from that of humans – slick, slimy, with bulges pressing into his fingers and holding them firmly. His two fingers were trapped in the soft, drenched embrace of your heated cunt, making his mind spin at the sheer thought of feeling you around his cock.
"My Goddess, you're s-so wet," he cried, curling another arm around your tail. His cheek nuzzled into the pink-scaled tail, and the silky fluke fluttered on his shoulder. "So tight, can you r-relax a little?"
When he tried to bend the finger, a sudden jolt of electricity dripped down your spine, and nails dug deeper into his muscular forearm. "I am relaxed, sailor boy. It–ngh–it can't get looser."
Choso was almost losing his mind. The warmth of your cunt burned through his fingers, soft bumps brushed his fingers as he pumped them in slow thrusts. With pads bumping into every swell of your gummy walls and honeyed slick dripping down the drenched sand. It stretched between his fingers, coating them in a weird, slimy softness, and, driven by sheer curiosity, he pulled them out.
Seeing the thought coiling in his mind, your eyes suddenly bulged. "No, wait, you can't–!"
But it was too late.
Two, drenched digits were pushed into his mouth, as he sucked on them with a low hum. His tongue licking them clean, a delicious groan escaped his tightened throat, as the syrupy sweetness exploded on his tongue. His mind started to spin, eyes rolled back, stomach squeezed in an almost painful pleasure and cock, if not hard enough, became almost stony. With head pulsing in feverish need as he brushed the fat shaft against the slick entrance of your cunt.
But something felt wrong… The heat that hit him was too strong, ripping him from the inside with a hungry flame that seemed to grow more resilient.
He looked down, seeing the pearly cum already bursting all over your soft, pulsing cunt, coating the lovely scales with waves and waves of thick semen. And yet, his cock was still rock-hard, throbbing with a raw need to breed your swelling cunt. With small folds puckered out, and a bumpy clit pulsing under the sticky droplets of his semen.
"W-What is g-going–"
"It's like an aphrodisiac," you cried, feeling his warm cum coating your needy pussy. "The slick, it's, mhmmm, you shouldn't eat it."
As the round head of his cock brushed your soaked hole, its muscles tried to draw it in. Your walls tightened around the throbbing tip, causing another surge of pleasure to ripple through Choso's spine and making him climax again with a sticky release.
"I can't, fuck, I-I can't stop cumming," a crying whimper rolled past his lips, as he nuzzled into your tale like a baby. "My Goddess, you tasted s-so, nghh, so delicious, fuck, so sweet. I don't regret drinking it, Idon'tIdon't–ah!"
Oh, what a lovely, whimpering mess he was. Although his massive cock ripped you raw, prising through the swells and bumps with a brutal intrusion, you still managed to giggle cheekily.
A massive arm firmly held your tail in place, while another hand moved down to your pussy. Fingers, a bit clumsy, found your sensitive clit, gently pressing and rolling the soft, pulsing button.
With eyes slightly half-closed and a mind clouded by pleasure, you stared at his face – completely miserable, crying, yet strikingly beautiful, with raven hair clinging to his open lips and a deep furrow across the milky skin of his forehead. His chestnut eyes remained fixed on yours, refusing to break eye contact, even as his hips moved desperately to meet yours. Messy words spilt from his loosened tongue as he kissed, licked, and bit the scales of your tail, making your thoughts whirl even faster.
"Don't, I'm–ahh–sensitive here!"
Deep eyes locked onto you, shimmering with a hint of mischief. "Oh, yeah? Where else are you sensitive, my Goddess?" he murmured, licking your tail again. "Tell me, I want to know every one of your sweet spots."
His thumb rubbed your clit, desperately trying to make your cunt loosen up just slightly. But it seemed that the swells and bumps coating your walls were already relaxed, forcing him to slide through the slick with a beastly thrust. Your cunt squished his cock till you felt every vein, every dripping pearl of his cum with a maddening accuracy.
Your arms spread open, waiting for him to bend over and bury his face in the plushness of your breasts. His fingers ripped the two shells covering your tits with a single tug, finally letting the swelled softness slip into his warm palm.
He leaned forward, folding your tail in half until the thin fluke brushed the sand over your head. "So soft," he whispered, squeezing your breasts with one hand. "My Goddess, you're so soft, e-everywhere," but before a moan could escape your lips, he captured them with his own, drinking in the sweet melody with a low groan. "Where is it? Where is your sweet spot?"
As no matter how hard he forcefully thrusted, how deep his cock slipped into your feverish cunt, it seemed that he still couldn't find this little button that would make you melt under his touch.
He pounded you like a madman, tearing through your clamping walls and sucking gently on your lips, as he felt each and every bump of your cunt. The filthy squelching sound bounced off the cave's wall, as the slimy cum dripped down the curve of your ass.
He mumbled, cried, whimpered miserably where is it where is it where is it, as his cock rummaged through your weeping pussy at a maddening pace, forcing your body to dig deeper into the soft sand. Your breast bounced with every thrust, eyes rolled back whenever he busted inside, filling your womb with heavy waves of cum.
As, dear heavens, he was cumming all the time – from the moment his cock slipped past your swollen folds, till the milky teeth sucked on your neck. The heat caused by your slick was constantly making him cum, till your lower belly bulged from the thickness of milky seed he stuffed you with. It flowed inside your belly, attracting his hazy attention.
His large palm pressed the lower, plump pouch of your belly, feeling the warm liquid spilling inside your puffy womb.
"It's, mhmmm, it's everywhere," you moaned into his lips, pulling him closer. Fingers digging into his hair, eyes glossy whenever the soft skin of his cock pushed your swollen bumps. "The things, ahhh, inside it's–" another cry filled his fallen lips, as the feverish head kissed your overflowing womb. "It's e-everywhere. The bumps–"
"Are your sweet spot?" Choso asked, feeling another wave of heat coiling in his loins. "You wish to tell me that all of them…"
"Yes, fuck, yesyesyes," your eyes crossed in pleasure, when his thumb pinched your clit. Rolling the little button between soft fingers, massaging it in small circles, only to tweak it with a little pain. "So good, mhmm feels s-so good."
And upon hearing it, something in Choso's mind snapped.
Again, again, again, and again, as he pumped his cock with sloppy thrusts. His warm cum filled your womb to the brim, coating his full length with sticky creaminess and spilling through your entrance. He plunged with brutal force, ripping through the swollen bumps that tried to lock him in place.
He pulled back from your neck, taking in the loveliness of your face, utterly lost in pleasure. Kissing warm cheeks, licking the chin, biting down on pointy ears till another moan ripped through your chest and cunt clamped on him tighter.
Tighter and tighter, until Choso somehow felt himself sealed. Your walls softened and expanded, embracing his pulsing shaft with an arousing, warm sensation.
"What's going on?" he brushed away the lost strands of hair stuck to your cheeks. "My Goddess, what–"
"We're, mhmm, mating," your head lulled to the side, and breathing suddenly became harder. He, on the other hand, froze. "You need to s-stay inside till I won't get p-pregnant."
But it was hard to imagine you weren't already with a child, with a lower belly bloated from the sheer amount of cum he filled you with. And when your cunt sealed him with a deathly grip, you finally came. Pulsing around his cock, drenching his hips with the slick sweetness, and bending your back in a delicious arc.
And Choso whimpered, feeling your warm cunt clamp down on him with short pulses, and pressing with his heavy hand on the bloated pouch filled with his semen. Till you cried right into his lips and allowed him to lick the sweat rushing down your temple. So beautiful, beautiful, my beautiful Goddess, bounced off your lips as he mumbled messily like a starving man. Rolling his hips with gentle thrusts, sending waves of pleasure down your spine.
You stayed locked for the next few minutes, and the moment Choso pulled out, his cum burst from your clamping walls. But he, oh, he didn't let it go to waste, quickly slipping beneath your tail and pushing the salty strings back with his tongue.
Drinking, slurping, sucking on your slick mixed with his, till the aphrodisiac once again hit his head. You tried to push him away, overwhelmed from the orgasm that ripped through you a mere seconds ago, but he was completely, utterly lost.
Sucking on your plump clit and stuffing you full with three fingers, only to keep the warm semen deep inside your womb.
He fucked you, caressed you and kissed every part of your body till the soft licks of sun started slipping shyly into the cave. Till your pinkish tail was coated in his cum and belly heavy, overflowing with the creamy warmth.
Sometimes he pounded your back on the sand; at other times, when your scales felt drier than usual, he put you back in the water, filling your tight cunt with calm waves slipping beneath your bodies.
He made promises, large and lovely, while biting and sucking sweetly on your nipples and coating the swell of your breasts with the wettest kisses. He fucked you madly and made love, as if cherishing the moment of intimacy meant only for the lovers.
And you, who initially intended to use him only for this purpose, began to breathe in every soft whisper. To nuzzle into his large, warm hands, kiss the skin on his neck, and look up at his handsome face with a gentle, tender gaze.
Thus, when morning arrived, and you both lay on the warm sand, turning toward each other, a quiet, shy voice said gently, "Allow me to go with you."
Your heart swelled, breath hitched in a tightened chest, seeing the pristine desperation beaming from his eyes. He sighed, feeling your fingers swirl the long, raven hair. "Do you know what you're asking for?"
He nodded, brushing the sweetness of your cheeks.
"You'll never be able to live above the water."
"I know," he added, eyes still kind and utterly hopeless. "I don't mind. As long as I can live with you."
And with a new, such strange feeling blooming in your heart, a soft okay, slipped past your lips.
There was a way to make him breathe underwater. Something sirens kept secret, never letting mortals know about such a deadly weapon.
"Drink my tears, then," you said, rolling him back onto your body. Till he hovered over you, with long, dark strands tickling your cheeks. "Make me cry, my sailor boy, and drink them."
Choso stared at your lovely face, taking in its divine beauty. "I don't want to hurt you," he whispered innocently, and you giggled.
Your hands curled behind his neck, drawing him into a soft, dear kiss. "You fool, there's no need to hurt me." A mischievous smile lifted your lips as you once again raised your tail and rested it on his shoulder. "I can think of a few different ways."
And Choso, as a madman, could only follow every wish of his beloved, siren Goddess.
Dearest anon, I hope your wish was fulfilled! And that everyone else also enjoyed it <3
The low hum of the bar faded into the background as he guided you toward the pool table in the back corner. Dim lights cast a golden glow over the green felt, and the clack of balls from other tables seemed distant now. "Here," he murmured, voice low and smooth like aged whiskey. He’d rolled up the sleeves of his black button-down earlier, exposing strong forearms corded with muscle and faint veins that flexed as he picked up a cue. The fabric strained slightly over his shoulders, and you tried not to stare.
You gripped the cue awkwardly, suddenly hyper-aware of how close he stood behind you. “I’ve never been good at this.”
“That’s why I’m teaching you, sweetheart.” His chest brushed your back as he leaned in, one hand settling lightly on your hip to adjust your stance. The heat of his palm burned through the thin fabric of your dress. “Bend forward a little more.” You did, feeling the cool edge of the table against your hips. He stepped in fully then, his body molding against yours from behind in one fluid motion. Tall, solid, and far too warm.
“Like this,” he whispered. His breath ghosted over the sensitive skin of your neck, sending a shiver racing down your spine. You could smell his cologne; something dark and woody that made your head feel fuzzy. His fingers slid down your arm, wrapping around your hand on the cue to correct your grip. His thumb stroked once along the side of your wrist, almost absentmindedly, but the way your breath hitched told him everything.
“Eyes on the cue ball,” he continued, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Not the pocket yet. You need to feel the angle first.” His other hand moved to your shoulder, pressing you gently into the proper form. You were caged between his arms now, trapped in the most delicious way possible. Every small shift of his body against yours sent sparks through you, the hard plane of his chest, the subtle flex of his thighs behind yours.
You tried to focus on the shot, but all you could think about was how perfectly he fit against you, how his breath kept teasing your neck with every instruction, warm and ragged like he was fighting the same tension you were. “Relax,” he said huskily, his mouth hovering just below your ear. “You’re too tense. Let me help.”
He adjusted your elbow, his fingers lingering far longer than necessary, tracing down to your wrist again. When you finally took the shot, the cue ball struck with a sharp crack, but you barely noticed where it went. All you registered was the way his grip tightened on your hip as he praised you softly. “There you go, baby, you're a natural.”
The words hit low in your stomach. You straightened up slowly, turning in the small space he allowed you. His eyes were dark, locked on your lips for a beat too long before flicking back up. “Again?” he asked, the corner of his mouth curving into a smirk that promised much more than another lesson.
You swallowed hard, pulse racing. “Yeah… I think I need a lot more practice.”
a/n: i saw a video on tiktok about this and had to write it lol
choso didn’t think he was the obsessive type, not until he met you. now he’s certain that he’s obsessive because the sight of you riding his cock has him dazed and, well, obsessed. eyes practically filled with hearts at the way you whine about how he’s ‘too big’ to keep going but still moving regardless, bounces slowing to needy grinds.
“don’t stop,” he pouts, “keep going.”
your cunt jumps around him, “but cho—”
“just a little more,” encouraging, hands on your hips pulling at your soft skin. “i wanna keep watching you move.”
hands planted on his chest to leverage yourself a little better, “you’re lucky i like you,” sulking as your thighs spread a bit wider over him.
he really does feel lucky in this moment because even though you’re too tired to keep the pace you had earlier, you’re moving your hips quickly, desperately. chasing what feels good for you and he loves that, loves watching you use him to make yourself feel good. getting off on it an obscene amount, and his dick twitching inside you has you mewling.
every grind forward has his cock pulling from you just the tiniest bit and the slide is smooth, your creamy cunt swallowing him back in before he can mourn the loss of your heat. there isn’t a single doubt in his mind that you’re leaving behind a milky, white ring around his shaft.
your arms are trembling, weak from exhausting yourself and how good it feels. “cho, i cant– hng– i can’t—”
“i got you,” he coos softly, comforting.
and then he’s grabbing your hips harshly and fucking up into you quick, sharp. the lewd squelching of your pussy getting fucked so well filling the room. and he’s still watching you, delighting in how you whimper and fall apart on his dick. taking him so well, lower lip wobbling as you get closer and closer to cumming.
“you’re so pretty,” he compliments, “i love you so much, so pretty when you’re on top.”
his words do you in, he knows it. your cunt shivering around him at the praise and gushing around him as you reach your high, soaking his dick. as hard as he tries, he can’t hold off on cumming. pumping you full of his hot load, groaning through his orgasm because you’re so snug around him and so pretty when you cum.
even through your shaking, he’s still helping you hump down into him. twitching on top of his lap as your clit grinds against his pelvis, all sensitive and dazed. a part of him wanting to make you keep going, for you to keep riding him even if it overstimulates your poor pussy.
because he’s not just obsessed with you riding him but also with how you cum... and everything else about you.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. His pale skin is flushed a deep, humiliated red all the way to the tips of his ears, and his breathing is ragged.
“Choso?” you say softly, closing the door behind you. He looks up, and the sight nearly knocks the air out of you. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide with desperate need. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his lips are parted as he pants. Below the waistband of his loose pants, the massive, throbbing outline of his cock is impossible to ignore—straining so hard.
“Satoru…that idiot,” he groans, voice hoarse. “He said one or two a-and I…I took the whole bottle. I can’t control it. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.” He looks up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide. “…Help,” he rasps, voice completely hoarse.
You bite your lip to keep from laughing, but the smirk slips out anyway as you walk over and stop right in front of him. “Why the fuck would you trust Satoru? Of all people? And you just…downed the whole bottle like a complete dumbass?”
He tries to glare at you but it comes out more like a pathetic, needy pout. “He said they were just vitamins…for energy…”
You laugh softly and cup his burning cheek, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. “Energy, huh? Looks like you got plenty now.” Your other hand slides down his chest, stopping just above the massive bulge straining against his pants.
Choso grabs your hips and tries to pull you on top of him, but you resist just enough to keep control. “Nuh-uh. Baby you got urself into this, not sure how you want me to help you get out of it...”
“You’re evil,” he growls, “I’m dying here and you’re—fuck—teasing me.”
You finally strip your clothes off and straddle him, rubbing his swollen tip against your slick entrance. “Mhm, well no one told you to tell pop pills from a six eyed jackass. Sounds like the consequences of your own actions, baby.”
Choso’s hands dig into your thighs, fingers trembling. “Stop talking and ride me already. I need it—I need to feel you so fucking bad.”
You keep teasing, sliding his cock between your folds without letting him in before lining him up and sink down just the tip, letting the fat head stretch you open before stopping again. Choso’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, his abs flexing hard. “More,” he rasps, trying to thrust up. “Give me more. Please.”
You sink down another inch, then stop. “Mmm, you’re so thick right now. That whole bottle really did a number on you, huh? Poor Cho…”He whines in frustration as he grips your hips, snapping his hips forward and buries the rest of his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust.
You laugh breathlessly between moans, legs wrapping around his waist. “Still can’t believe you took the whole fucking bottle, you moron—fuck, right there—”
Choso’s face is buried in your neck, flushed dark red as he whines, “Shut-t the fuck up, ngh—so tight,” he groans against you.
You grin and tug his hair, forcing him to look at you. “Big words for a guy who can’t even follow ‘take one or two.’ How does it feel knowing your cock is this stupidly hard because you’re a gullible idiot?”
His eyes flash with a mix of embarrassment and lust. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet slap, making the bed creak. “Feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t cum inside you again,” he admits, voice cracking. “This is your fault for teasing me. So keep running your mouth if you want…just don’t stop letting me fuck you.”
“My fault?” You gasp as he hits that spot inside you perfectly. “You’re the one who— ah—took the whole fucking bottle, dumbass.”
He laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he grinds deeper. “Keep calling me dumb and I’m gonna cum faster.” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. “Then be a good boy and fill me up. Since you’re so stupidly hard anyway.”
Choso slams into you a few more times before burying himself deep and cumming hard. Thick, hot spurts flood your insides as his whole body shudders. But even as he rides out the orgasm, his cock stays rock-hard. Choso buries his face in your chest, whimpering. “I…I think I’m gonna need you all night.”
You kiss his sweaty forehead, rolling your hips again, “Mhm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Cum inside me as many times as you need, dumbass. I’ll keep taking it until your stupidly hard cock finally calms down.”
︵ ೀ mdni. shopping for a new bikini is torture for choso
“are you sure this one looks okay?” you ask, stepping out of the fitting room in a tiny baby-blue bikini that barely covers anything.
choso freezes.
his eyes drag slowly down your body, taking in the way the thin straps hug your curves, the way the fabric barely contains your breasts, the way the bottoms sit high on your hips. he feels his cock twitch hard in his pants, already half-hard since the third bikini you try on.
“it… looks good.” he shifts on the couch outside the fitting room, trying to hide the very obvious bulge growing in his pants.
“you’ve said that about the last four. be honest, choso.”
how can he be honest?
how can he tell you that every single bikini makes him want to drag you back into the fitting room, lock the door, and fuck you against the mirror? how every time you twirl for him, showing off your ass and the way the strings tie at your hips, his mind fills with filthy images of pulling those strings loose with his teeth?
you step closer, doing a little spin. the movement makes your tits bounce slightly, and choso has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from groaning.
“this one makes my ass look nice, right?” you ask, turning to show him the back.
his cock throbs painfully against his zipper.
“yeah.” his eyes glued to the curve of your ass. “it does.”
you smile. “okay, i’ll try the red one next!”
as soon as you disappear behind the curtain, choso lets out a shaky breath and presses the heel of his hand against his cock, trying to will it down. it doesn’t work. he is rock hard, leaking into his boxers and heart pounding like he is a stupid teenager seeing a girl naked for the first time.
every bikini looks unreal on you. every smile you give him while modeling for him makes him want to fuck you right there in the store. he imagines pushing you against the wall, pulling the bikini bottoms to the side, and sinking into your heat while you try to stay quiet but fail miserably.
“choso? what do you think of this one?” you step out again in a deep red string bikini that makes his brain give up completely. he swallows hard.
“…you’re going to kill me.”
you laugh softly, completely unaware that this whole shopping trip is torture for him. and the only thing choso can do is shift again, painfully hard and completely hopeless.
Synopsis. 8010—DOKI-DOKI-GF: Are you a complete n’ utter nerd that just can’t seem to find a girlfriend? Have you lied to your family and told them that you’re seeing someone (when you really aren’t)? Do you need to save face at the next family dinner before your uncle makes fun of you until the end of time? Well, call our hotline NOW to access Tokyo’s #1 rent-a-girlfriend service!
Choso Kamo, unfortunately, is all of the above.
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!rentaI girIfriend!reader, nerd!Choso Itadori family shenanigans, meeting the family, fake dating, UncIe Kuna is MEAN, they’re onto you…, getting kicked out of restaurants, Iove hotels, vírgin!Choso, first times (his), PÚSSYDRÚNK CHOSO, making him crawI, oraI (f + m), fíngering, spítting, bíting, p taIking, scientific taIk HAHA, commands (from you), créaming his pants, making him cúm earIy, multiple o’s (him), MAJOR overstím, pánty-sníffing, ríding, making him whímper, making him cry, somewhat gágging (him), teaching him, creampíes, sIight cùmfIation, implied marathon, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swéaring.
Word count. 12.0k
A/N. HEHEHEH-
“—I’m so happy you’ve found your person, Cho…” Itadori Jin coos- tearing up.
“P-papa, people are staring.” Choso huffs, spooning the syrupy-sweet cherries on his sundae over to Yuji’s.
“I know, I know.” Jin bats a hand, not-so-discreetly dabbing underneath his eyes using his sweater. “It’s just- your uncle and I were getting so worried, y’know?” He gestures at his younger twin brother next to him—looking comically buff in that pretty pink ice cream parlor seat. Jin had chosen this place. “And although we didn’t lose hope-”
“Who’s we?” Sukuna snorts.
“I uh…well.” Jin adjusts his glasses and looks over at Itadori Wasuke - currently scooping out his own cherries to flick into the neighboring table’s cups when they weren’t looking. “Father and I didn’t lose-”
“I did.” Wasuke looks squarely at his oldest grandson, “No offense, kid- but I bet ¥400 that you’d die alone.”
Sukuna nods seriously, “I bet ¥20,000.”
To which you’re finally…reaching over to intertwine your fingers with Choso’s.
…Choso drops his cherries.
And you’re letting out such a sweet, sweet giggle - even sweeter than the linger of cherries on his tongue - before you duck underneath the table to help him pick them up.
Choso was already on his knees crawling after those damn cherries- and all it takes is a single glance at your face oh-so-close to his, in such short proximity, for him to jolt—and bang his head against the underside of the table. So hard that the glasses clink against one another, and Wasuke groans as he misses in his valiant cherry canons.
So loud that half the parlor stares at your little table.
“Oh no.” You’re reaching out in concern as Choso rubs his achin’ head. “Honey, are you-”
“I-I’m fine—!” Choso turns his face away - and the only things you could make out were the frames of his chunky glasses…and the burning red on the tips of his ears. Blushing. Though you’re not convinced, and once you get a little closer- he’s waving you off more fervently than ever. “I promise, I promise! I can handle it…babe.”
You quirk a brow - “If you say so, sugarplum.”
He almost jolts once more- too much…?
However, before you’re thrusting yourself once more into the stratosphere of emotional fathers (at least, one of them) and glowering uncles, you inch yourself closer to the nerve-wracked man - as quick as a flash. And then you’re pressing your lips to his right cheek—just a graze, just a peck.
But it’s enough for Choso to yelp-
And bang his head against the table once again.
“Easy there, tiger.” You’re giggling at him, “I need you in one piece.”
“N-need me…” Choso whispers to himself- perhaps thinking that you won’t hear.
And it’s a small mercy that you’re handing to him - pretending that you didn’t hear that. Instead, you’re throwing yourself back into your seat, and presenting your most-practiced smile at Choso’s eavesdropping family members.
In little-to-no time, Choso’s popping back up and plopping all those floor cherries into Sukuna’s black coffee. The older man swears.
Jin covers the seven-year-old Yuji’s ears.
And then your boyfriend’s excusing himself hastily to the bathroom. Leaving you alone with them.
Unsure how to proceed, there’s a few minutes of silence before you’re speaking first. “Quite the lovely place, isn’t it?”
“Yes- yes.” Jin snaps out of his little reverie—he’d been watching over your interaction with such unabashed pride. Such loving nosiness. Out of all the fathers of clients that you’d happened to meet, you think he might just be your favorite…He beams. “I’m so glad you like it, dear. I mean- the first girl that Cho’s introducing us to-”
“The only one.” Sukuna coughs.
“-I just knew I had to impress. I picked this one specifically because it advertised itself as a place that’s both family-friendly and open to coup-”
“So you met the wimp…how again?” Sukuna interrupts. And he ignores the look that Jin throws at him.
“Six months ago at university.” Choso’s finally finished up at the bathroom, within earshot of the table. He takes his seat right next to you.
“I hope you washed your hands.” You whisper to him.
“Of course, I did.”
The two of you had already repeated this tried and true story at the very start of your introductions. And it was clear that Sukuna was fishing for something…more.
You make a show of reaching for Choso’s hand on top of the table—intertwining your fingers with his. They were fingers much longer and thicker than yours- that you might not have expected. The most sensual calluses from what you assume to be turning pages of books. The softest touch nevertheless.
You squeeze his hand and shoot him a simpering smile.
Itadori Jin just about faints.
Sukuna scoffs at his overdramatic older brother, “S’that so…?” He then crosses his tattooed arms, “You don’t seem like the type to like ah- biology and hemorrhages.”
“It’s biology and hematology, uncle Ryo.” Choso answers crossly, “And no- we met in the campus library.”
Then you’re the one to pipe up. “Cho here- oh, sorry, Choso-”
“Call him whatever you like—!” Jin cries.
As his brother attempts to wrangle him back into his seat, you smile appreciatively and continue. “Cho here was the one that helped me find a textbook I’d been searching for for weeks.” Just to add a little flare to it, you’re squeezing his hand once more and staring deeply into his big, beautiful brown eyes when you speak. “He knew even better than the librarian! And he was just so nervous- stuttering and- and did I tell you that he almost tripped over himself handing me that book?”
Jin, so very interested in your story, shakes his head aggressively.
Meanwhile Sukuna merely rolls his eyes- though you note that he and Wasuke don’t interrupt you for a second.
“Yeah…that was when I knew.” You conclude. Patting lovingly at his arm, “And of course, it did take a few weeks of being friends for Cho here to finally build up the courage. But he did manage to ask me out in the end—”
Sukuna raises one mean, coral-pink brow.
And you’re elbowing your boyfriend.
“-didn’t you, honey?”
It was rather difficult to convince your boyfriend’s family of the story of you two meeting- especially when your boyfriend himself looked as though this was his first time hearing it…Choso kept an expression of sweet euphoria—something soft. Like he was watching a romantic movie play out.
One that was starring in- and you needed him to say something…
“Huh? Yes?” Choso blinks- sense coming back to him. “O-oh, yes.”
And then he straightens up.
Possessively placing his hand on top of yours, “I saw her and I just…knew she had to be mine-”
“See now, that where yer lying.” Sukuna leans over the table with a devilish smile- pointedly ignoring his brother’s swatting. “There’s no world in which Kamo Ultimate Loser Choso—had his first kiss with a biology textbook, asked out the high school lab skeleton before any real person - would be the one asking you out.”
You’re stiffening as he points at you.
“Are you just someone he’s paying to lie? Because whatever he’s paying, it surely can’t be enough-”
You’re plastering on your smile, “If by ‘pay’ you mean love and cherish me then-”
“Then I know my nephew would no sooner woo a damn lab rat than a real person.” Sukuna scoffs, crossing his arms and falling back into his seat. “Especially one so pretty.”
Jin looked tense- and he’d forgone swatting at Sukuna underneath the table to now openly pinching his bicep. Still, the pain seems to do nothing to bate his suspicion.
“More sundaes, everyone? More sundaes?” Jin asks in a strangely high tone.
The only ones unaffected at the table was Yuji currently plucking at his sundae cherries, and Wasuke who stared at them with the internal debate as to whether or not he should fling those at the neighboring table, too. You almost wanted him to—anything to distract from the terseness that had suddenly taken over.
And to your surprise - it’s Choso who’s the first one to speak. “Why, uncle Ryo…” Those doe-like eyes of his narrow into an expression you’ve never seen made by the sweet, sweet boy thus far. “-jealous?”
Sukuna startles- “The hell did you s-”
“Dagnabbit I almost had it this time-” Wasuke gives up on considering and swipes one of Yuji’s overabundance of cherries to throw into their neighboring tables glass. It’s a hole in one.
“Grandma, do that again—!” Yuji squeals and claps his hands.
“Huh, where? I’m grandpa-”
“Everybody silence!” Jin’s voice raises above than the rest - and into every corner of the ice cream parlor. Echoing. He hadn’t realized it in the heat of the moment, but he found himself standing as he stopped the chaos—and rushed to sit down after some apologetic bows at the wider population being subjected to the catastrophe that was…their family.
And his next apology is directed at you. “My dear, I cannot tell you how sorry I am-” Now instead of pinching Sukuna, he outright gives the man a brotherly smack upside the head. Unafraid of doing so; Jin makes it hard enough that even Ryomen Sukuna winces. Now you understand how he kept his title shining as older brother…“-that I am related to a bunch of buffoons, and Yuji.”
“Yuji has been quite the distinguished gentleman.” You’re nodding at Yuji and his ice-cream-covered grin. “But it’s alright, Mr. Itadori. Honestly- promise I wasn’t offended by anything said.”
Your hands have seemed to find a permanent home in Choso’s - at least for the time being - and you squeeze his.
“I understand that you’re just ah- cautious as the first girl to meet you like this but…I get it. Really.” Jin’s expression just seems to melt as you keep speaking. “Cho really is someone special to me. And I want to protect him, too.”
Next to you, you hear Choso suck in a shaky breath.
“Really? And you truly promise that it hasn’t been too much?” He probes with shining eyes. “Ryo here can get a little too mouthy-”
“Hey!” Sukuna starts—then immediately winces as Jin’s fingers twitch towards him again.
“Please do forgive him- it’s in his nature.”
“Absolutely promise. And I don’t hold anything against Mr. Sukuna, either.” You knew to hit juuuust where it mattered - and referring to Sukuna using such a title made the man straighten in his chair a little. “Choso did warn me that his family might be a little…excited. But to be honest with you, I always have had a soft spot for big, loud families.”
“Well…” Jin blushes happily, before reaching across the table and shaking your hand. “You may call me Jin, if you’d like. And I’d like to welcome you into our big, loud family.”
“I’m so honored- thank you.”
“The honor is all ours.”
“Oh no, it’s ours.”
Sukuna glances at Choso and scoffs. Underneath his breath, “That’s as long as that wimp has paid for-”
The table rattles as Jin kicks him underneath it. “The honor is all ours. Isn’t it…younger brother?”
“Ye-yes—” Sukuna wheezes. His large hand comes slamming down- merely something to hold onto his dear life for. “Welcome to the family, girl.”
You beam like it’s the happiest day of your life.
Head rested on Choso’s shoulder, and your head nodding at the flow of conversation. “This is cooler than the Turritopsis dohrnii.” He breathes.
Save for the brief hiccup earlier- you’d consider your first meeting with Choso’s family to have gone swimmingly. And sure, perhaps Sukuna held the faintest inkling of suspicion that what the two of you had was a ruse—but he’d been shot down almost immediately by Jin.
And thank goodness for that.
“Let’s celebrate by getting the double double heart-shaped cones- oh, I wonder how they get them into that shape?” Jin hums. “And then I want chocolate chips, dipped in the bubblegum drizzle and- oh, hello.”
He beams as their server nears the table.
“I would like-”
“Sir, we’ve been getting complaints of cherries being flung into people’s glasses and we’re going to have to ask you to leave.”
“Oh.”
Because of course…Ryomen Sukuna had been completely correct.
As the group gets up to leave - perhaps to another diner downtown or so - you’re refusing to let Jin apologize. And you’re still holding onto Choso as though he was the dreamiest boyfriend in the whole wide world, and you were the luckiest girlfriend—as dreamy as he may be…you weren’t the girlfriend he’d been dating for the past five months.
In fact, you weren’t his girlfriend at all.
In fact, you’d only met two hours prior.
You were #1 Rental Girlfriend in all of Tokyo. And this time, you’d been hired to save face at a family get-together.
Of course, it wasn’t the first time that you’ve had to pretend your way through such a predicament - more people than one would think had less and less time for love. Especially not in this day and age. Especially not when work and responsibilities latched onto you like a starving tick, and though its blood supply might be modest at first, it only grows hungrier and hungrier—greedier, until you’re bone-dry. Bone-dry. Bone-dry. And it still feeds- what’s next? The bones and all?
And society still looks at you with the same standards—yes, the parasite’s gotten bigger, but why are you so frail?
And before you know it, you’re hiring a rental girlfriend to prove to your parents that yes- you can still be a functional and well-balanced adult still!
This was exactly why you continued being a rental girlfriend.
It’d started out as a side-job during your first year of university—your friends were all getting partners or throwing themselves into their studies. And you needed something fulfilling to pass the time.
Then, your best friend suggested getting a part-time job.
You’re sure she didn’t mean as a rental girlfriend.
But you couldn’t help it - it’d been the first advertisement for Hiring that’d popped up once you’d searched online!
And it was meant to be for a few weeks initially- really, you hadn’t planned on continuing this career for so long. Let alone making it a sort of career.
That morning, you’d opened up your approved application for Doki-Doki-Girlfriend and determinedly made your way to the interview section - promising yourself that you’d run at the first sign of anything off. The interview was being held at the Doki-Doki headquarters: this pretty pink-colored building in downtown Akihabara that had formerly been a host club. It’d been dimly-lit and draped in old perfume and even older sex.
Though you’d been nervous the first time you entered, you’d been quickly taken by the Doki-Doki owner—Tsukumo Yuki.
The first thing she asked you was what your type in men was.
And when you’d answered - through your shock - that it was the shy, stuttering type- she laughed that that was about 95% of their clientele. So you’d be lucky, perhaps.
Yuki, as she insisted you call her, explained to you the ins and outs of being a rental girlfriend. To smile. To simper. To be sweet but not overly so.
To never let them pressure you into anything. They weren’t the type of rental business that offered other sorts of services.
What people were searching for above all was a connection- for at least this brief moment in time. And the both of you would understand this transaction: it was the fantasy of a human bond that you were selling, and they were buying. It was your time. It was your emotional investment.
But later…you would come to genuinely connect with most of those you worked with.
After that interview—which you passed with flying colors, you spoke with some of the other girls working there and decided to continue with the job opportunity. Much to Yuki’s delight, who’d taken a liking to you almost immediately. After that was the training period - during which you accompanied some of the other rental girlfriends on their dates.
You were introduced to some as their friend—and as many guys as expected were actually flattered to be seen with two ‘girlfriends’ in public.
You took notes on conversation topics. You watched their behaviours.
You understood how they’d change their approaches according to the needs of their clients, and you absorbed it all.
After a few weeks of observation, you were finally added to the roster of rental girlfriends to go on your own dates.
You just didn’t expect to shoot to the top of the ranks.
#1 in Tokyo.
Perhaps one of the Top 5 in the entire country—only three years after starting, in your fourth year of university.
The clients adored you.
They draped you in gifts. They went on repeat dates - spending extra just for a minute of your time, though you often refused the additional amounts. Of course, there would be no funny business (and this was something you made quite clear within the first few minutes of meeting a new client). And excluding one or two unsavory clients that were quickly blacklisted from Doki Doki, you’d grown rather fond of your regulars.
There was the older woman who’d practice speaking to women through you- for when she planned on getting her first girlfriend. There was the excitable college student who tested out date spots with you. There was the pensioner who wished to take a monthly stroll through the park, simply talking about their day.
It was the feeling of belonging amongst strangers. Connecting with people you never could have imagined finding common ground with before.
And you believe, through this line of work, you began to understand humans better.
Humans were all just…really, really lonely.
Choso had been the same when he came to you.
It had been a working day like any other - you’d been called to the front desk of Doki Doki in order to be given a briefing of your next date. It was all standard processes, really.
Name: Kamo Choso
Age: 23
Occupation: Student
Prior appointments: None.
Prior love life: None.
Purpose: Client seeks a rental girlfriend to sit through a family dinner with his family, pretending to be his girlfriend. Prior backstory required to be able to maintain the conversation and create the illusion of a loving relationship (5 months). Flirting and mild physical affection.
Extra notes: Client says to please be wary of his extra ‘rowdy’ family.
And so, you’d accepted.
You met up with the aforementioned Choso—and found yourself a little taken aback at just how…cute he was.
Nerdy. Nervous.
Pushing his glasses up as he frantically introduced himself - that, too, messing his name up a few times before actually telling you.
Exactly your type. Yuki had been right.
He was your age, and went to - it turns out - the same university as you. Though the two of you hadn’t seen each other before, Choso confessed that that might be because he was cooped up in the library most of the time.
He bowed at least a dozen times through apologies for the trouble- even though you assured him that meeting a family wasn’t anything out of your way. And then he insisted on paying extra, on coming up with a code should you want to leave, on—you shook your head and grabbed his hand. “So, how did we meet, boyfriend?”
You always did enjoy the ones where big families were involved - sure, they might be more awkward in the long run…but those types of dates always did manage to make you feel so warm inside. Big families. Big emotions.
And the biggest, perhaps, of all had been meeting the Itadori family.
They’d been unlike any other family you’ve ever met.
And that was saying a lot.
Thus, you’re letting out a prolonged sigh the moment you’re stepping outside—it was some downtown diner that the six of you had ended up at after your less-than-ceremonious exit at the ice cream parlor. Sukuna had been craving something hearty after living through that introduction on just sweets and coffee - and Jin had suggested one of their favorite ramen places.
It was only after you’d sat down with them at one of the booths - the one they called their ‘usual’ - that Jin had revealed that when they referred to it as ‘their’ ramen place—they really meant the their.
In everything but ownership.
This was the first restaurant they’d gone to celebrate Choso’s first birthday, this was the first restaurant they’d gone to after Jin’s mother had passed, this was the first restaurant they’d gone to after Yuji was born and Jin was granted full custody.
And you couldn’t help but feel a strange sinking feeling at the pit of your stomach. What was that you said about family-oriented dates being the most awkward in the long term?
At least the ramen had been the best you’d ever tasted- and the conversation flowed freely. Even Sukuna seemed to forgo his initial suspicion to make some conversation with you on Akihabara’s best spots.
And in the end, you were walking out of that ramen restaurant with a full stomach and an even more full heart.
Waving to the retreating backs of Jin, Sukuna, Wasuke, and a sleeping Yuji—you’re turning to Choso once they were completely out of sight. “Your family is…”
“Abhorrent?” He pushes his glasses up with a crooked smile. Choso had eased up around you significantly compared to your initial meeting outside the Doki Doki building, stammering through an adequate backstory for your faux-relationship, though he still seemed to be the nerve-wracked type.
“No…” You pretend to think.
“Overbearing?”
“No.”
“Savages?”
“Certainly not.”
“The servers at that ice cream parlor would disagree.” Choso mutters, “How about aneurysm-causing?”
“No.” You’re shaking your head once again, before turning to him with a smile. “They’re loving.”
Choso says nothing, but the tips of his ears burn.
“They care about you a lot- even your uncle was making sure I wasn’t some stranger just taking your money.” Well…
The long-haired man pushes his glasses up with a sputter of confirmation- or at least something that sounds like it. “I-I suppose ah- in their own…ways they’re rather…” Choso swallows a few times, and you’re watching his face as he does so—the Sun was dipping past the horizon now, and cracking its golden yolk over the grooves of his worried face. Handsome. Choso Kamo was just so handsome.
With his lashes dark and draping over his cheekbones. With his lips pouty and bitten whenever he was thinking deeply about something. With his stature so tantalizingly tall—though he didn’t even seem to be aware of it, as he navigated the world like a newly-birthed fawn.
He was the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen - glasses and all.
“—caring.” Choso finally finishes his sentence.
You’re letting a smile stretch across your lips- and before you can think twice, you’re clasping Choso’s hand once more. You’d been doing it so often over the course of the date that it almost feels- natural now.
“You know…you paid for five hours of my time, Choso. Do you know how much more time we have left?”
“Two hours, fourteen minutes and—” He grows ever-redder as he stares down at you. Were you…leaning in? Pressing yourself against him? Fuck. “-f-fifteen seconds.”
“Mmmm, I do love a smart boy.” Beginning to tug him in another direction from the path to the Doki Doki building - though you leave enough leeway that he can stop should he want to. Choso follows you like a dog on a leash. “I don’t usually do this, but if you want to spend the rest of your time with me then…I know this ah- other place we can go to?”
“Like you want me to c-call my family back for another family dinner?” Choso asks, eyes bulging.
“Oh no, no.” You laugh. “This place isn’t family friendly at all.”
.
.
.
“A-a love hotel-”
“One room, please. Standard.” Interrupting Choso, you smile at the receptionist.
“Will that be for an allocated time or overnight?”
“Hmm…” You glance sidelong at the gawking Choso next to you- looking around the hotel lobby as though it was some sort of attraction. “Overnight, please.”
As the woman behind the desk continued tap-tap-tapping away at her keyboard, you take a moment to look at Choso - now adjusting his glasses to make sure that he was seeing right. That really was a bowl of condoms sitting on the front desk. As the heat rushes up the back of his neck, you’re wrapping your arms around one of his own—and pressing your body against his. “Everything alright, Cho?”
He’d been like this ever since you started heading him in the direction of the glitzy love establishment. Pink walls. Fluorescent lights. He’d agreed to going…elsewhere to continue your date- but he’d expected your apartment or something! Choso had been stunned but allowed you to lead him in front of the love hotel, and once outside you turned towards him once more. It was the first time you yourself was doing this with who was supposed to be a client. “And you’re really su-”
“Yes.”
And that was that.
The lobby was quiet…too quiet. In a way that made your spine tingle with anticipation.
“That’s a…a real bowl of condoms.” He exclaims- earning a look from the receptionist.
“That is. Is this your way of saying that we don’t need any?” You joke…mostly. Then the key gets slid over to you - Room 143 - and you’re nodding at the receptionist. “Thank you.”
The two of you make your way down the lust-pink corridor and take the elevator up to your room - jamming in the key to open up a space that looked as if a honeymoon threw up all over it. Rose petals on the floor. Faux candles flickerin’ on the beside cabinet. Rows upon rows of even more condoms lined on the middle of the queen-sized bed.
If you looked at it from the right angle, it formed a few hearts.
“I didn’t mean we shouldn’t use them…” Choso’s the first one to speak- and he visibly gulps as you close the door behind you two. “It’s just…I-I’ve never done this before.”
Your eyes widen—you’d been suspecting this ever since you entered. But to have it actually confirmed…“No fooling around before finals or anything? Nothing to de-stress?”
He shakes his head n’ bites his lower lip. “Nothing. I haven’t even had my first kiss, to be honest…” Choso looks up at you with those nervous eyes. “Is that okay?”
“Okay?” You smile. Walking over to twist your hands into his lapels- and tug him to you. “It’s perfect. And since you’ve shared a secret with me, I’m gonna share one with you, okay?”
He nods.
And so you’re leaning in so that your lips are grazing - just grazing - his pretty, blushing ears. “It turned me on more than it should’ve, seeing you on your knees in that parlor.”
Choso gasps-
And then your lips are on his.
Then you’re tucking his cute, shivering bottom lip into your mouth—and sucking softly. Choso lets out the most guttural groan at the act- and his hands tremble in mid-air not knowing what to do.
“Don’t be shy.” You’re cooing at him - reaching up and guiding one of his hands to be on the back of your neck—the other one on your ass. You lean into his surprisingly firm chest, “Although…I find it really cute when you’re shy.”
His involuntary whimper gets swallowed up by your own lips.
You’re the one that’s guiding him through the sensual motions of your mouth. Kissing and kissing him till he’s senseless.
Till those thick glasses of him have been knocked ever-so-slightly askew.
Till you’ve left him weak in the knees - literally.
Choso Kamo is melting into you—he’s letting his hands grasp your body as though a forgetting man holding onto his last memory, a drowning sailor holding onto a lifeboat. It doesn’t even feel real to him. And he can’t stop himself as his hands, his body, his knees buckle n’ he’s sliding doooooown the expanse of your body- lips breaking contact with yours with a pained grunt.
Before he knows it, his knees are hitting the floor.
And he’s peering up at you with a desperate expression; brows pinched, mouth kiss-bitten and trembling. Expression something of dazed awe. It makes your pussy clench at just how utterly pathetic he looks. “Everything alright, baby?”
“Ngh- yes.” You watch as one of his hands automatically shoots to cover his crotch - he was rock-fucking-hard already.
“You suuuuure?” Teasing. There’s a devilish twinkle in your eyes that’s reflected through his as utter indigence.
And without saying anything more, you step backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed. Bouncing a few times. You’re sitting yourself down on the plush bedsprings, crossing your legs- and watching him through half-lidded eyes. Not a single word comes out of you.
But it doesn’t take a single word for Choso to realize what you wanted with a jolt—
He crawls to you.
He crawls to you.
Choso’s letting his features twist into something akin to embarrassment - with the tips of his ears so red that they were practically radiating heat - as he edges closer. As he shifts on his knees. As he crawls just as he had been doing in the ice cream parlor—except this time, the only cherry he was searching for was that cute lil’ wet spot between your legs.
Your dress was short and already hiked up to reveal those pale pink panties.
Was that a little bow on top?
Though it seems like an age before he’s finally able to reach close enough to affirm that- yes, that was a little bow on top. Choso finally manages to without combusting, and looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes.
“Please…” He begs.
You’re softly caressing his cheek- almost lovingly. And Choso’s eyes flutter shut, leaning into the touch in an almost feline manner.
Moving to his jawline. Moving to the back of his sweaty scalp.
And then you’re shoving his pretty face between your legs—and Choso’s letting himself gladly be shoved. Manhandled. His chin sticks against the foamy mess of your panties, so wet with all your leaking juices. His nose digs between the plushest parts of your swollen pussylips. And Choso lets out a hallowed breath as he gapes his mouth ever-so-slightly wider-
“Awww, why so shy, baby?” You’re cooing down at him.
With your hand clasped onto the back of his head- you’re guiding Choso’s mouth to better plaster against your pussy. For him to find his balance.
“S-s’like a second kiss.” Choso sputters out. And you’re grinning.
“Naughty, are we?” You had a feeling that this was going to be a loooooot of fun…
Choso’s mouth was parted. And his lips were rubbin’ incessantly up and down the outline of your cunt—up and down, up and down.
That flimsy fabric of your panties was just glued to your sopping wet pussy, and he’s able to slot his lips over your folds perfectly. Managing to string down a line of hot wet kisses where you needed him the most- “Mmmm…” You’re arching your back with a deep groan as his nose fits between your pussylips—the pointed tip pressing on your clit. “Just like that, Cho. You can go deeper if you like, y’know that?”
“H-how, baby?” He rasps. Those pleading eyes of his were just so cute- and Choso can’t last too long speaking without pressing a few more open-mouthed kisses on your cunt.
“You want me to teach you?” You’re asking him, to which he nods. “Mmm, well open your mouth a little wider- just a little wider-”
And he does- his cute canines snaggin’ against the top of your pussylips.
“You can just start off by kissing lightly, baby. Remember how we did all that kissing earlier?” Nodding once more. “Yeah- just try to replicate that.”
“M’gonna do my best, baby…” He’s starting off soft at first- slow. Almost timid in his movements as he properly slots his mouth over your pussy - over your panties - and kisses n’ sucks lightly.
“Fuck- you study biology, so you know where the good spots are, hm?”
“The glans clitoris a-and the…” Kitten kisses. “-the labia minora contain an immense number of nerve endings.” Chaste pecks—but every single droplet of your pussy’s juices splashed onto his tongue seems to leave Choso Kamo reeling.
Eyes drawing to the back of his head. Ragged pants emanating from the back of his throat.
And he’s pushing himself deeper, deeper, deeper - making out with your pussy so desperately, depravedly that his glasses were crushing against your pelvis—“Easy there, baby. Easy.” The only way to even get him to take a breath is to tug him back using his hair. “We have more than ‘nough time, okay?”
“Mhmmmm…” He nods through a pout- lips sucking off the juices seeped into your panties. “All night.”
“Eager boy. Next, I want you to use your tongue, okay?” His expression turns into something startled. “What? Not scared are you, Cho?”
Choso shakes his head furiously—as though he couldn’t stand the mere thought of it. “N-no.” He hisses, hot breath gluing to your leaking core - the way he was just so…greedy to lavish your pussy left you even wetter. And he was gladly allowing the excess residue to land all over his face and end up sliding off, “No no no- not at all. This pretty labia- Mmmpf—”
Whatever else was on the tip of his tongue gets muffled-
For then Choso’s flattening his tastebuds on top of your pussy. Those swollen pussylips. Movin’ his muscle siiiiiiide to the siiiiiide and then up and down the line of your slit.
You whine, “Oh- just fuck me with it.” Tugging on his locks, “Fuck me with your tongue- ngh, the way I know you’ve been wantin’ to since we met. Don’t think I didn’t see the way you were looking at me…”
“I was…” He pleads. He prays between your legs. Zig-zagging his tongue wildly.
And then after he’s sucked off your panties all clean - Choso reaches one of his hands upwards to try and take off those useless undergarments-
But you’re faster than him.
And you’re stopping him with a searing pull at his scalp. The nerdy man lets out a sudden yelp and looks at you with the prettiest doe-eyes. “Ah ah—” It almost ached your heart to act so mean to him, not giving him exactly what he wanted. But more than your heart- it was your pussy that was throbbing. “Now who said you’ve earned the right to take them off, hm?”
“B-but…” Choso’s peripherals widen - they were glazed-over with lust. “How can I reach the tunica mucosa if I don’t take off—”
“You don’t have to take it off, right?” You hum. “Eat me out through my panties-”
Just the mere sound of that sentence makes Choso moan.
“-and…” And you’re cocking your head to get a better look at where his hips were starting to rut. Against the rickety frame of the love hotel’s bed, he was grindin’ and crushing what seemed to be an aching erection. “-don’t touch yourself, either.”
Choso’s free hand immediately halts in its tracks.
He’s shooting you a pained look- but more than that, it was flooded with pure, unabashed need.
Something dark. Something primal.
Choso’s tipping his head back and letting you plough your pussy against his mouth- in rough, rapid grinds. You don’t wait a single moment for him to catch his breath—and that seems far from his main priority in the first place. He’s merely flopping his lengthy tongue out - so pinkish n’ pretty - and slithering it past your panties.
Riiiiiight underneath, after a few tries he manages to ease it past the rim of your puckered entrance.
You’re letting out a semi-shocked gasp once you feel your convulsing walls streeeeetching at the girth of him. He was thicker than you’d expected- with the ridges of his tastebuds melding to your inner channel. And without any experience, Choso doesn’t know how to ease into it - which works just as well for you as he’s expanding his thick tongue inside of you. And then thrashing n’ thrashing away. “Sh-shit, keep going, Cho.”
“What- hck! what do I have to do?” He manages to somehow ask between heavy gulps. And even that amount of time spent parted with your pussy means that he’s letting out loooong, luxurious licks inside your velvety walls to make up for it.
“H-huh?” You blink down at him through your bleary eyes. “Keep going, ngh- faster, baby.”
“No, I just meant…” Choso blinks those big, beautiful peripherals at you. He kept both hands on your thighs to press himself ever-deeper—he couldn’t get enough. “-what do I have to do t-to take off your panties? I wish to see all of you…that pretty vulva like a flower, the- ngh, prepuce…”
The mere thought has him ruttin’ away against the bed once more.
“How about you make me- haaaah, cum, baby? Hm?” You smile down at the desperate man, “And you have to do it before cumming yourself, m’kay?”
He can’t remove your panties.
He can’t touch himself.
He can’t cum before stuffin’ his face between your legs and making you cum first—
Choso was in heaven.
Even through the obscurement of his now-fogged glasses, Choso’s features twist into something primal- and he lets out a looooow whine before drag-drag-dragging his tongue into your clingy walls again. Thrusting in and out at a frenzied pace—the nerd was eating you out like a man starved.
Almost wolfish.
Choso was suckin’ and biting and snarling deep into your cunt. His glasses stick against your clit, and every single time he was forced to part with your pussy in order to breathe felt like fucking torture to him. “The clitoral nerve network consists of about 8000 to- ngh, over 10000 nerve endings-” Before you know it, he’s spitting. Letting it smear down your panties. Then dragging one of his calloused thumbs down that buttony nub. “-and baby, I need you to feel every single one.”
“Ohhhhh, fuck.” Your back arches deeper into him. Hands planting against the mattress in order to steady yourself, “A man that knows anatomy is dangerous.”
“And then the tunica mucosa…those spots there are also-” Such a priggish smile spreads across Choso’s mouth - one that you’re feeling on your cunt - as he swabs his tongue inside and stimulates some of those sweet nerve endings he was talking about. The hooked end of his muscle pushes apart your clingy walls, and somehow manages to find those sensitive areas so easily- “-effective…”
“Shut up and eat me out.” Pushing him deeper between your legs.
“A-and that’s not to mention—” But of course, you should’ve known that it isn’t easy to shut a STEM major up when it comes to their subject of interest. Choso most of all. And that nerdy man is babbling away whilst he’s slipping his tongue in and out, in and out, of you at a furious pace- until it was nothing but a pinkish blur squeezing away between your pussylips. “-the Gräfenberg spot-”
“You mean the g-spot?!” You’re wailing out.
“My favorite.” Choso nods, with your clit sucked into his mouth. Holding your panties to the side. He now alternates between rolling his tongue over your sensitive nub, and pushing it deep into your hole—stretchin’ you out juuuuust enough for his fingers to slip n’ squelch their way inside.
You’re letting out the shrillest keen as two of his fingers scissor apart your cunt’s walls, pushing up into their spongy surroundings to mold his sheer size into you. He’s softer on the tips of his digits, and rougher against the sides - “Easy there. Fuck, easy…” Choso’s sucking in a harrowed breath.
“I should be the one saying that to you.” You huff. Because Choso wasn’t dry-humping the foot of the bed whilst eating you out anymore - he was way past that.
Now solely keeping himself pushed- wedged in one place because just a little more friction and he’s bound to be cumming. “I-I’m alright, baby.” He tells you, “The Gräfenberg spot is located on the anterior wall, so right…up…”
Just a single press up into the roof of your cunt makes you buck - not having pressed on your sweetest spot just yet but-
“And then about two- three inches deeeeeep—” The loudest, sloppiest squelch! echoes across all four corners of the love hotel room as he eases inside. Roverin’ about inside your tight, wet channel for a few strokes before an explosion of pleasure runs right through you. “-right- there-”
“Fuuuuuuuck, oh.” You simper out. “There- right there- ngh.”
And then he’s thump-thumping his perfect fingers inside your cunt- accurately pinpointing that one spot inside you with his digits like a searchlight. Again and again. And don’t think that his mouth wasn’t working overtime—Choso kept his maw permanently gaped on top of your clit and had his lips hollowed with a constant suctioning motion.
Letting out broken moans off into your cunt all the while-
Choso manages to slip in a third finger- though those damn panties kept getting in the way. “Baby…” There’s a rasping, almost guttural tone to his words that you don’t recognize at first- you’re even raising onto your elbows to make sure that this was the same Choso Kamo.
But it sure was.
Glasses pressed up against your cunt—getting wetter by the second. “Baby, you’re experiencing vaginal contractions and tremors. Your pulse is faster. Your transudate is leaking even more- you’re getting wetter. And your clitoris is growing even, mmm-” He savors the feeling of your nub being pulled n’ dragged into his mouth. “-more swollen.”
“A-and that means…?” Though you already have an inkling of it.
“You’re going to orgasm, baby.” He never sounded more confident than when he was speaking science between your pussylips. “And I need you to cum aaaaaall over my mouth, okay?”
“Was planning to.” You whisper-
And it’s with a few more strokes, with a few more gashes of your pussy against his face, that the pressure that’d been building in your pelvic region finally explodes.
It thrums through your body faster than you can announce it—making every single vein, artery, and axiom within you vibrate until they’re sizzling at the sheer pressure. It felt as though your body was on fire. And the hottest it could get was at your sopping core- shoved against Choso’s pretty plush mouth and getting draaaagged through the violent peaks of your high.
The best you’ve ever had.
Choso manages to locate your g-spot right when the pleasure was hitting you the most - and you’re getting the faint suspicion that he was counting your throb-throb-throbs until he’d timed it just right. “One…two…”
Thrashing his fingers deepest.
Damn-near tearing your panties.
Shoving his erection against the bed.
And his tongue would move over your clit in an almost soothing motion- “Your vasocongestion m-means you’re sucking me up even- ngh, more. Fucking tight.” He spits. “Myotonia and contractions. Your orgasm’s strong, baby.”
“Didn’t need science to tell me that.” You comment.
Thrown through your orgasm.
It’s a crescendo then a plateau, and then when you’re finally done - Choso keeps jabbing his greedy fingers into you just for a few seconds longer. Fucking you through it. Fucking you past it.
You’re so sensitive by this point that you’re sobbing- pushing on his sweaty forehead. “Baby—oh, baby I’m done.”
“Done…?” He rasps. Eyes bleary as he raises them up, seeing you on your elbows. “Oh.”
“And you did as I wanted.” It takes much more effort than you expected to detach him from your quivering pussy - still a little sensitive from your previous orgasm. It was incredible. A part of you almost couldn’t believe that it’d been poor, inexperienced Choso Kamo that pulled that out of you.
He’s setting your cunt free with a whimper n’ a loooooud slurp!
Watching slack-jawed as you peel off your soaked-through panties and throw it right at him- it makes you gasp when Choso catches it with one hand…
Then brings that flimsy fabric riiiiight up to his face to sniff, to suck off the remnants of your syrupy sap. Not a speck of regret.
“Filthy.” You leer.
And then you’re tightening your hold on him—merely than sound was enough to wrench out a yearning croon from him. Preventing Choso from chasing after your cunt once more, “Now now…you don’t want to continue losing that virginity of yours, baby?”
“I-I do.” He eagerly nods.
“Good. Then get on the bed f’me.” You’re patting at the space beside you.
Soon enough, your positions are somewhat flipped - Choso finds himself lumbering onto the bed. Back against the mattress. Skin searing at the heat that your body had left behind.
He lies where you did- and you’re making quick work of discarding his graphic t-shirt (proudly claiming ‘I found this humerus’ next to a picture of a bone) and his trousers. The tent in his boxers was jaw-dropping—Choso stood proudly erect, thick and looking heavy between his legs, his bulbous tip kept trickling out more n’ more precum the longer you stared.
And had he just…
Taking off his boxers to make sure—you’re revealing his cock. Long and rock-hard.
It slaps against his soft core, and leaves a heart-shaped mark of sap. Just about seven or so inches in length- though the longer your gaze lingers on him…the longer he seems to look. Shit, was he about nine inches, maybe? And he wasn’t too thick - just flared enough at the tip that he’s sure to make your walls feel it.
But Choso had an abundance of pretty, long veins decorating down the shaft—underneath the tip, creating patterns down to his base. One which had a few sparse tufts of curly brown - almost black - hair.
Yet what you’re interested in the most was how Choso was so damn hard that his blushin’ red tip looked just about ready to fall off—
“I c-couldn’t help myself, baby.” Choso admits shyly. His hands reach downwards to try and cover his mess- but you’re waving him off. “Having you cum aaaaall over my mouth made me- ngh, want to cum as well.”
“I can see that.” You smirk.
“I didn’t mean to.” He insists, voice growing urgent as the silence stretches - fearing that you’d perhaps refuse to continue as he somewhat broke his promise. “P-promise, I didn’t mean to! It’s just that your tunica mucosa was squeezing me so tight- and your vaginal lubrication just tasted so sweet-”
“Choso?”
“Yes, baby?”
“Shush.”
“I- oh.”
Because, initially, you’d planned on riding the man senseless. But now you were leering yourself closer—almost sake-like in motion.
Staring deep into Choso’s widening eyes once you’re hovering yourself over his shivering legs. His long abdomen. And pressing a cute peck right on the top of his frothing tip—the splashes of his precum were syrupy-sweet. And they were combining with Choso’s cum from earlier to add a salty tint-
“So messy.” You’re whispering as you run your tongue ‘round and ‘round the top of his shaft. Cleaning him off until he was shining. “Are you gonna make a mess like this inside me too, hm?”
“D-don’t say something like that…s’gonna make me cum again.” Choso pleads.
And he really was serious - his words were on the verge of shattering.
You’re letting out a giggle- right into his aching hot cock. The vibrations sprint through his body and make him buck up into you—body before his mind, he doesn’t even realize until he’s doing so with a startled yelp. “My apologies-”
“Mmm, keep going. Get some practice in before the real deal.” You hum once more.
Choso seems as though he’s about to sob - this was too good for him - as he fucks his cock into your mouth a few more times. You relax your throat to take down most of him, and the parts that you can’t get milked with one hand.
Once. Twice. Thrice and quadruple before his flared tip starts twitchin’ wildly—draaaaagging up the soft insides of your throat, he leaves a salty aftertaste behind that makes you realize…
You’re pulling off of his cock with an emanating pop! “But you’ve got to save that up for inside, got it?”
He’s nodding so hard you idly wonder whether he might get whiplash. “Yes, baby. Anything for you, baby.”
“Mmm…” Climbing up the expanse of his body, you’re kissing Choso squarely with the same lips. “Just how I like it.”
And then your knees straddle Choso’s slender hips, your thighs press against his sweltering skin - you reach behind you to grab ahold of his cock’s base—and the sudden squeeze is enough to make him jolt. Bodily. He’s letting out a visceral shiver, “B-baby…”
You guide his ruddied tip to you—and just the barest, briefest smooch of your sweet pussy makes him jolt. Just feelin’ his hardness press up against your softness.
It makes him drive his hips off the mattress suddenly.
“Ah ah-” You warn. “Take it easy, baby. We have all night, don’t we?”
“But…” Choso’s eyes flicker between your face n’ where the two of you were about to connect. Something in him seems to almost break. So close. So close- “That’s so unfair. Your pussy feels like this and you’re expecting me to take it easy?”
A hand claws down your arched spine.
“Not even the textbooks could replicate how good it feels- m’not even inside you yet and I feel like I’m going insane.”
You swipe a thumb down his throbbing tip—catching a bead of white that was threatening to pour out. “I told you. As long as you keep it inside, Cho.”
And then you’re letting your hips lower - aiming to seat yourself down on that toned pelvis of his. “Ohhhh, fuck.” Your back bends, your head tips backwards as you’re taking in the inches of him. It’s a slow process - given that Choso was much larger than average - and you’re wrenching out primal moans as his thick length invades your core. A sweet prodding vein down the side of him was already massaging your insides—“You’re so big, baby. It’s always the quiet ones, huh?”
If he heard you, then he doesn’t make a show of it.
Choso’s handsome features scrunch up into something of pure ecstasy as he dives his cock deeper into you. Hands flying to your waist. Bottom lip stuck between his teeth. “Inside-” He whispers.
“Hmmm?”
“Inside- inside.” Choso gets out through heated pants. His mouth was moving a mile a minute- fuck, even his mind was. But he couldn’t possibly juggle any single coherent thought when his cock was sucked between your soft, soft pussylips and getting practically drained already. “A-am I really going inside? Or is this just a dream, baby?”
Without waiting around for an answer- he’s pinching his arm.
It leaves an angry red mark that proves to him that no…life really was this sweet.
“I am?” As though still in disbelief.
As though this in and of itself would be enough to make him cum and- oh, shit.
He really was cumming.
It seems to take the both of you by surprise, and Choso’s lunging his hips completely off the mattress - slamming his cockhead into the springy back of your cunt.
Bouncin’ off at the sheer force for a few seconds- it isn’t long before he’s then scouring deep into your walls and letting his bawling divot run free. Cumming in less than a single stroke inside you. “Oh- oh, shit.” Choso’s mouth waters, a single line of spittle running from the corner of his lips. “I’m sorry I…”
But he doesn’t have an answer.
He really, truly doesn’t.
“Pussy got your tongue?” You giggle.
This was his first time - and your pussy just felt that good all wrapped ‘round him and keeping him hostage.
His cum’s flooding you with a warmth, spreadin’ from the in-betweens of your legs and then right upwards. The satiny tresses of it rush uuuuup your walls n’ then right back down—those goopy layers then getting fucked back in by his desperate semi-thrusts.
Squelch after squelch as he accumulates the cum like frosting on top of his swirling tip. Shoving.
Choso scrunches his eyes shut and tears start to well up behind- now he was crying, too? Crying just by putting it in?! Buried like this, he feels like he’d do anything for you right now. He feels like he could lay his life on the line for you right now. He feels like—like—he could really truly ask you to become his real girlfriend now…
“Baby, I think I love you.” Choso blubbers up. “Do you want to marry me?”
“Let’s get dinner first.” You giggle, lovingly patting his cheek.
“Oh…”
If you could feel the way his ruddied tip twitches inside you (and you could) then you’re not teasing him for it…much. Simply a smirk before you’re veering your hips down until he’s bottomed-out.
Clit massaging against the scruff of his happy trail. Pussylips struggling to squeeze around his sheer size. “Fuck.” You’re groaning, starting up a lecherous pace that keeps Choso’s toes curled - his head thrown back into the pillows, his skin blushing. He was flustered.
But more than that- he wanted more.
And sending a silent word of gratitude to the chance of the universe and science itself, Choso slithers that same right hand of his between your sultry legs. Sheened with slick.
You were making such a mess fucking him whilst you’re still keeping his cum inside you—he scrapes his calloused thumb up, up, uuuup the few inches of his cock still left to fit inside. Collecting the slimy layers of slick up until the folds of your pussy. Reaching it up to his mouth-
“Now, now.” You tut. “Are we just going to waste that, hm?”
“Oh…you’re right.” With a quiver of his lips, he then plunges it back inside. Then repeats the motion again and again until you’re feeling stuffed to the brim—with both his cock n’ his sappy fluid. Like you said before, it all deserved to stay inside.
And you better keep it.
The rickety bedsprings creeeeeeak—! as he meets your pace.
Choso continues, “Not just cum.” His curvaceous thumb swipes your inner folds again, “But that bulbourethral fluid deserves to stay inside, too. How else m’I gonna fill you up, baby?”
“Oh, of course.” You coo, something sensual. “But don’t think that that’s going to be your last time cumming tonight, Cho.”
His eyes damn-near bulge out of their skull. “E-excuse me?”
“It’s not even your last time cumming in this hour.” Oblivious - or so you pretend to be - to his growing concern n’ his gaping mouth. You’re bowing your body into his—manoeuvring your hips in somewhat of a circular motion, the slightest figure-eights and curves, that drag his tunneling cock juuuuuust right against every nook and cranny of your walls. Every hidden spot. “You’re gonna cum for me at least twice more, right?”
“I-I—I don’t know if that’s even possible!” Choso sputters, pushing his glasses up with his free hand- it was glossy with the excess of your slick from earlier.
And without warning, you’re leaning down to lightly lick off a bit of that glittering sheen.
Choso moans n’ feels his overly-stimulated length jolting away inside of you. “Baby, just consider the refractory period. Has it even been a few minutes since I last…?”
“Just about.” You’re smile. “Should be enough, no?”
“Though it varies based on age and health- when I can cum next depends on the blood redistribution, and how long prolactin and serotonin lasts in the body.” Choso admits then, albeit a bit sheepishly. “And I’m still fuh-feeling so goooood, baby- fuck I can’t—”
“But my smart boy’s gonna find a way, right?” Even if he couldn’t cum again, however - it was just too cute to watch Choso squirm like this. “When I said I wanted it inside, I wanted it stuffed inside, Cho.”
“S-stuffed…” He breathes - almost hypnotized by your pussy.
You’re grinding and swervin’ and clenching around his vein-loaded length in ways he could’ve only ever dreamed about before…“Mhm. Need it pouring out of me.” You beg, putting your best pleading expression on. “Need it up until…”
Hands scouring up his front to press down on your stomach- almost up to your chest.
“-here.”
You pout.
“If m’not bloated with your cum, Cho, is there even a point?”
“No there isn’t.” Choso’s jaw drops—as though the epiphany had just dropped on him. And no sooner are the words leaving his worry-bitten lips, he finds himself pumping wispy ropes of cum deep past your entrance.
He doesn’t even know how he did it.
His body just seems to listen to you more than himself - and Choso jerks his pelvis up in synchronization with the faintish strings of cum that escape him. Thoroughly into your cunt. Thoroughly coating it on top of your womb.
You’re shivering as you feel the thin excess thwack! against your deepest innards. Such a lecherous feeling that cannot be replicated.
Every time he strikes your spongy cervix, Choso lets out a sudden whimper. He sobs. He groooans. He’s fighting to clamor onto your body in any possible way that he could - your waist, your legs, your tits. It doesn’t matter where, Choso just needed to grab ahold of you and perhaps try to get you to fucking slow down—
“Please.” Every single letter in that word is botched with a cry, “P-please. Baby, keep riding me like this and you’re going to make me cum again-”
“Isn’t that the point? Third time’s the charm?” You ask.
“Oh…” It’s then that he remembers that you’d said twice more- he has to cum twice more. Hiccuping, “You’re going to be the death of me.”
Cocking your head with a smile, “And would you like to stop?”
“Not at all.”
Then you’re planting one hand in the middle of his defined chest for balance. Throwing your head back and ridin’ him silly.
Choso cries beneath you. Choso babbles. Torn between the pleasure of having those sweet, sopping lips wrapped ‘round him- and the insanity of his orgasm just barely bating before you’re attempting to hurtle him into another one. This was almost too much for his just recently-lost virginity, but Choso begs for more, more, more. “Please- please- that anterior wall of yours is so clo-”
With your other set of fingers then shoved into Choso’s pretty mouth- spit splashes from the sides of his lips. But he’s taking you so happily—“No no, keep going.” You tell him once his brows raise in surprise, “I just wanna watch my poor boyfriend struggle just a bit.”
“Mmmmpf- soooo good.” He lets out an agonized moan, muffled through the intrusion of your digits. You’re swirling them ‘round his mouth and watching him lightly choke on them. “I need to c-cum just once more, huh?”
Choso’s tears were enough to wash off the fog from his glasses lens.
And he blinks those teary eyes up at you - a few times before one of his hands slithers between your legs. Almost difficult, considering how the space between your two sweaty, crashing bodies was practically non-existant—but his long fingers find a way to thumb apart your puffy pussylips. Nearly swollen shut.
He runs the doughy tips of his digits across your clit, “Around it…just light kisses.” Choso murmurs to himself. “Juuust a little- ngh.”
A single squeeze of your fluttering walls leaves him reeling.
“And then the good spots-” Peering down at your glossy cunt through his glasses, his half-lidded eyes. “The primary erogenous zones are the clitoris and introitus. Then the periurethral surrounding the urethra is also…oh…” Alternating between bashin’ his swollen cocktip against your g-spot, and thoroughly massaging every good spot he’d memorized.
“Shit…” You suddenly clench around him. “Keep going.”
He was seeing stars at the mere action. “And then the- hngh, even the perineum…” Fingers dipping just a liiiittle downwards to roll over that spot. He was unabashed - not in the state to be as he usually would. “And then fucking- at least as much as I can…here…” Slack-jawed, gaze unfocused. “My favorite is the clitoris.” The nerd presses the crescent pad of his thumb down on that knob.
Your hips are stutterin’ at the sheer amount of pleasure overwhelming you. Choso has taken up stimulating your clit in constant circular motions now. “I th-thought you said your favorite was the g-spot?”
“Both.”
As if on cue, he’s banging his thick tip against that ooooone spot.
Choso was stimulating you almost too well. Leaving you the one speechless as he drills his hips into you at a relentless pace—almost painfully desperate.
“Good boy.” You whisper.
“Just need to make you- mmm, cum soon.” He states. “Because if you cum…then I’m sure to cum, too.”
Shoving a third finger in his mouth, he moans as he sucks. You hum, “And you’re sure you’re a virgin?”
“S’just everything you t-taught me.” He insists, mouth full yet listening to every word you said - if you expected an answer, then he was giving you an answer. “And sometimes…I’d search up…things online…”
“Online? Poor, innocent Choso Kamo watches porn?”
“Not that, I get too shy.” Choso responds. He blushes all the way down to the roots of his hair, “But using my textbooks, I’d- hah, read through them…study them…look at all the diagrams…”
You smirk. “Ever jerked off to a textbook, Choso?”
His jaw drops. “No…” Although you remain rather suspicious of the ever-deepening blush that seems to invade his cheeks—all the way down to his collarbones. “But I did jerk off just today.”
“Today?” One of your brows raise, “Don’t tell me this was- hah, before we met or…?”
He shakes his head. “After. After.” Big, bulbous tears make their way down his cheeks - and Choso tastes the salt on them as they splosh across his lips. You do too, as you kiss him. “S-snuck right into the bathroom at that ice cream parlor and- oh—”
“And what for? Saw a pretty someone at the neighboring table?”
Shaking his head even harder- “It was…you.”
“Me?”
“You said that thing- fuck, you said you needed me.” Choso’s dark chocolate-brown eyes glaze over as if he’s reminiscing the very moment. Living in it. “Under that table. And I couldn’t run to the bathroom faster to r-relieve myself.” Ah, this was that time then…
Your faux-boyfriend’s brows are then knitting.
His cock tunnels into you at an even more accelerated pace - one that leaves your head dizzy. Flinching at every run of his thumb down your pulsing clit.
Choso finishes, “But I only lasted two pumps- the thought of you, ngh—” Thrusting in so deep that it felt as though, if he could go past your gooey cervix, then he long since would have. Choso thumps against the back of your cervix and remains there, “-wrapped around my cock and usin’ me to make your anterior- pussy feel pleasure was just too good of a fantasy for me.”
It’s a lewd admission.
It’s almost startling to hear this from Choso above all.
And it’s exactly what’s making you cum—just in time that he is. Your orgasm is prolonged and has been building up ever since he tickled your g-spot for the first time- “C-cumming—!” Belatedly, the announcement leaves your lips.
But Choso already knows.
He can already feel the rhythmic clenches of your sopping wet walls - the soft thing he’s ever felt. They’re tightening around him and tuggin’ on his pistoning cock like you didn’t fucking want him to leave.
Toes curling. Back arching.
The bang after bang after bang right on that target of your g-spot meant that your orgasm was being intensified. Every peak left your thighs clenching around his waist, and you bounce your hips up n’ down furiously. Up n’ down. Up n’ down. “Yes- yes, yes, yes—and you’re c-cumming too, Cho.”
“I am?” Choso blinks his teary eyes down at your lower halves. The smacking of skin-against-skin was deafening, and Choso’s pelvis was rawly red due to the sheer friction.
But more than that…he was feeling his even redder tip twitch a few times. Once. Twice. Thrice- before the warmth of bliss takes over his body. It’s a wave of euphoria even stronger than the last few, and it makes the nerdy boy flinch his hips up into yours- agonizingly good. He was hammering into you so animalistically- jabbing short, sloppy semi-thrusts. “I am.” Choso gasps out. “I’m cumming-”
He’d predicted as much earlier, but it actually worked?!
“M’filling you up, aren’t I?” Choso blabbers, a crazed smile on his face. “This virgin…I was able to stuff this pussy full.”
Lovingly patting your cunt.
“So much so that- hah, look she’s even struggling to- ngh, take me. That cervix uteri is all flooded, huh? All drenched in me?” Through the waves of your high, you’re feeling your orgasm fizzle and pop as he rolls his thumb doooown your clit a few more times. “And these pretty labia of yours are all swollen- bloated with my cum, hm?”
“Mhm…” Before you blink a few times. “Oh- this one was shorter than the last though, wasn’t it? Maybe we need to go again- heh.”
“S’it already done? I…but I’m still…” Choso jabs out numerous more thrusts before he’s pulling out.
And whilst you’re interested in the squelch! and the feeling of hot, wet cum splashin’ out of you and onto his toned hips—Choso himself is more interested in the way his cock twitched n’ feels like he’s cumming…but nothing is actually coming out.
“Orgasmic anejaculation?” He states in shock. “Baby, you’ve made me cum dry—”
“Oh.” Lips parting, you look down to watch as his pretty reddened tip jolts about irritatedly as though he was in the throes of his orgasm - and he was. It’s just that nothing was coming out.
“I-it’s likely that this is due to the lack of semen replenishment. Thus, if there’s none left to-”
“So fourth time’s the charm, right?” You cock your head down at him with a smile.
Another time?!
His half-hard length twitches in interest.
“You really are going to be the death of me.”
Choso really, really needed to ask you out after this.
.
.
.
Ryomen Sukuna knew that the two of you weren’t dating.
He knew it.
He just had no way to prove it.
That is…until one day, just a week after that initial introduction to you, Jin had bothered Sukuna into visiting his nephew. He’d made some cookies—some of your favorites that you’d briefly mentioned at the ramen place, and Jin had immediately gotten to work scouring through his recipes. Flipping through some of grandma’s old cookbooks - he really did get his love for cooking and baking from her.
And then trialing batch after batch of cookies in order to make the perfect one.
And Sukuna hadn’t minded, of course - no one in the house had. They each got to scarf down the ones that Jin deemed as ‘failed’ and they turned out as great as ever. Sukuna honestly didn’t know what more perfection Jin was searching for—especially not for someone he knew Choso was surely paying you in some manner…
There was no conceivable world in which his nephew - as much as Sukuna respected him, for the sole reason that he was related to him (and anyone in some proximity to the great Ryomen Sukuna can’t be all that bad…) - would ever have enough courage to ask a real person out. Let alone someone as electric as you?
Let alone have you say yes?!
Something was up. And Sukuna was on the case.
At least after he finishes this mountain of cookies…
Either way, it took an entire week for Jin to perfect his cookies. And once completed, he’d thumped Sukuna over the head with a couch cushion and told him to go deliver them to Choso.
Unfortunately they hadn’t managed to catch your address or anything of the sort - and there was no telling when Choso would have enough time between his studies and library-haunting to visit. Thus, it’d be easier to just have Sukuna (who was far too busy doing a whole load of nothing) drop the cookies off at Choso’s apartment and let him give it to you.
Jin could trust Choso with handing them to you safe n’ sound.
He couldn’t trust Sukuna not to swallow them whole on the way, however…
So it was with a tonne of brotherly intimidation and threatening brandishes of that cushion that Jin waved Sukuna off—‘you better not eat those cookies, Ryo.’
But Sukuna promised. He promised.
He had other, more important, things on his mind - like cornering Choso into admitting that the two of you actually weren’t dating. Maybe if he didn’t relent so easily, he’d even look around the apartment to check for signs of you or anything you’d left behind—after five months of dating, surely, there’d be some evidence, wouldn’t there?
And then maybe he’d eat the cookies- hah!
The perfect plan.
Ryomen Sukuna what a genius you were, what a mastermind—who said that Jin was the smarter brother?! It was Sukuna that liked literature and poetry (wait, was nerdiness genetic?) No one should underestimate the sheer underappreciated brilliance of a prodigy like-
“Choso’s uncle?” He gapes as you answer the door- and you’re just as beautiful as he remembered you. And oh, alright—Sukuna admits you’re beautiful. Gorgeous, actually.
Which is also why he found it hard to believe that Choso could ever manage to bag you- sure, he wasn’t bad looking…but that’s only because Choso was related to him.
Then again, he wasn’t any Ryomen Sukuna.
A Ryomen Sukuna that was feeling rather…a lot…small as he looks at you.
Your eyes widen as you recognize who your visitor was, though your smile never falters.
“Oh, Cho should be right out. Please come in, have you eaten breakfast yet? You should join us!”
Opening the door even wider, though he stands as still as a statue.
“Is…everything alright.”
No movement once more. No answer, either.
“Ummm, maybe it’s more comfortable there then?” You’re awkwardly smiling at his lack of a response - this certainly wasn’t the Ryomen Sukuna that you’d met at the family dinner…And perhaps at the same time, you’re realizing why.
Because you weren’t just answering Choso’s apartment door—you were doing so in nothing but sleep shorts and a humerus-related t-shirt that was most definitely not yours. And above the hem of that ratty t-shirt were a series of bite marks, nail marks down your neck…such an obscene display that makes you immediately yelp and tug your neckline upwards.
Though Sukuna remains gawking. “I uh…”
“I am so sorry.” You’re blubbering away, and when your neckline fails to cover you adequately without showing off the similar marks on your midriff- you’re reaching your hands up instead. “We’d just been making breakfast, and I’d completely forgot-”
“No, that’s fine uh…” Goodness, when has the rough n’ tough Sukuna ever floundered like this? “It’s my fault for coming unannounced um…”
“What’s this?” Another voice sounds from inside the apartment.
Soon enough, Choso’s joining the two of you at the door—he’s in JBA sweatpants and pulling on a t-shirt as he walks. With whatever mercy that the universe had granted Sukuna, Choso sneaks up behind you, so he doesn’t see whatever similar markings might have been left on him as Choso finally wears his t-shirt properly.
There’s amusement in Choso’s tone as he adjusts his glasses and speaks, “I never thought I’d see the day that you apologize to anyone, uncle Ryo.”
Choso throws an arm over your shoulder - the intimacy was palpable. Something far more different than at the ice cream parlor, and yet…Sukuna should’ve recognized the same admiring glint in Choso’s eyes back then, too.
The apartment behind was messy in that domestic way. There were eggs frying on the stove.
“Sh-shut it.” Sukuna spits. “This is all your…girlfriend’s fault.”
Ah, you really were his girlfriend. The great Ryomen Sukuna has been wrong. How could this be? How could he fathom such a thing?
Taking care of you while you’re sick - Choso x sick! Reader
A/N: You might’ve guessed, I am sick🫰🏻 so here’s a little comforting self indulgence 🫂 this is roughly based around period pain, but feel free to imagine whatever!
CW: implications of (non-sexual) nudity, fluff
♡ you’re sick. Like, actually sick. You feel miserable. It feels like your own body is fighting you. Laying in bed, cramping, face contorting as the pain emanating from your stomach rushes through your body. And next to you, at the side of the bed, sits your boyfriend. Choso Kamo.
♡ he gently offers you another piece of the chocolate he bought earlier today, the one Yuji’s friend recommended, when he was rushing to the grocery store to accommodate your cravings. Brown eyes tinged with worry as you shake your head weakly, he sets it down. „Would you like soup? I’ll cook some.“ You shake your head. You’re not sure if you can eat anything at all, without it leaving your body right after. „Can I do anything else?“ He asks, taking your hand in his. You think for a second, before moving aside slightly, allowing him to lay down next to you and pull the blanket over you both. The comforting weight sets down over your bodies as Choso pulls you into his arms, fingers slowly stroking down your back. He might just be the medicine you need.
♡ a couple hours and a good nap later, you wake up, Choso‘s warm body pressed against your back. „Awake?“ He whispers, helping you turn around to face him. You nod softly, mumbling something inaudible. Your boyfriend leans in to press a tender kiss to your brow, stroking your hair. „Want me to run you a bath?“ He asks, waiting for you to move instead of ruining your comfy little situation. „Mhm.“ You nod. You’ve been sweating in your sleep, dark, wet spots decorating the bedsheets. Your face scrunches up. It feels grimy, the way your shirt sticks to your skin. „Cho..“ You mumble, directing his attention towards the stains. He hums in acknowledgment, slowly sitting up. „Stay here for a second, Love. I’ll get you into the bath and change them, kay?“ The idea of sitting in the bath alone makes the discomfort in your own body even worse. „Could you.. stay?“ You grab his hand, making him falter. The surprise disappears from his face the second his eyes meet yours. His brown eyes soften. „Of course. Whatever you need.“
♡ you’re sitting in the bath, leaning against the edge of the tub. Choso carefully scrubs your scalp, making sure not to hurt you. He’s memorised your hair care routine by now, meticulously following each step. The warm water envelopes your body, relaxing your sore muscles. You let out a content sigh, which immediately puts a smile on Choso‘s face. „Feeling good?“ You nod. „Yeah. Still a bit gassy and sore, but this helps.“ Your head tilts back as you offer him a soft smile. Choso swears he’s about to cry. You look so beautiful. So comfortable. He wants to get this image tattooed on his eyelids. „Good.“ He mumbles, hands reaching down to start massaging your shoulders as you rinse your hair. „You’re so good to me, Cho.“ You whisper, a mix of gratitude and anxiety curling up within your chest. „It’s what you deserve. I want you to be comfortable. Always. I love you.“ Your shoulders relax. „I love you too.“
The first rays of sunlight spill over the sheets, a golden dust glow shining in the bedroom, dancing over Choso’s face where he’s still asleep, his messy hair tangled up in knots on the pillow.
You watch him, your own head cushioned on your bent arm, your forefinger hovering over his face, warmth filling up the gap between skin. Choso’s lashes flutter, lips half-opened while he breathes deeply. Your finger ghosts along the sharp line of his jaw, brushing over the stubble on his cheeks.
You follow the curve of his lips with a fleeting touch, painting a path along his cheekbones. His eyebrows are soft, the bridge of his nose a little crooked. You sigh, getting lost in the prettiness, the beauty of his being.
You prop yourself up, leaning closer to your boyfriend, the warmth of his body seeping into your skin. You hum to yourself at the feeling, at the feeling of Choso being close, at the love filling up your chest and the space between your bodies.
Your lips ghost over his skin, over the length of his throat, and the cutting edges of his jaw, over the slope of his nose, until you hover over his lips. You share your breath with him, one moment, two, before you close the last few centimetres, lips touching in such a chaste and tender way that it would have made you blush under Choso’s honey-brown gaze.
But his eyes stay close and you press another kiss against his lips, still sweet, still soft, but a little more intense. Sleep-warm hands slip under your oversized shirt, smoothing over the curve of your hip, a raspy hum vibrating over your lips. Fingers curl around your waist, pulling you closer and on top of him when he turns on his back, long black lashes fluttering open.
“Good mornin’,” he rumbles, holding on to you, lips brushing against yours with every syllable. You meet his still sleepy gaze before you’re kissing again, and you laugh when he’s tickling your sides, when you roll over the mattress with the sun still spilling golden dust light through dirty windows.
Choso wakes up and sees blood on the sheets. Are you dying?!
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Fluff :3
Light filtered in the bedroom, at the crack of dawn Choso is used to smelling fresh coffee brewing in the shared apartment. He rolled over seeing you still fast asleep; a bit abnormal sure, but he wasn’t going to complain about getting a few extra minutes of cuddling in. Scooting closer to your sleeping form he presses against your back. After a few seconds an interesting smell hits his nose, lifting up the blanket he notices the familiar iron smell.
“Blood?” He whispers to himself leaning closer in to inspect the strange liquid. He gasps, his mind running through every possible scenario. ‘Holy shit, did I accidentally kill her in my sleep? Is something seriously wrong with her? Wait! Is she dying?’ His breathing became quick, doing his best not to completely panic, this was only his first month living with you, surely it would’ve come up at some point; the fact that you were bleeding out constantly. The slow rise and fall of your chest were enough to make him realize that you were in fact not dead. He gently shook you, a groan escaping your lips.
“Doll? Wake up doll.” His motions became quite a bit more frantic until your eyes were wide open with a look of concern.
“Are you doing alright Choso? You look scared.” Oh god did he love your groggy morning voice, but it wasn’t enough this time to soothe his worries about the fact there was blood on the bed.
“Um, are you hurt? I think you should go to the hospital.” He was so worried.
“Cho honey, what are you talking about?” At this point you didn’t feel or notice the blood seeping into the bed.
“There’s blood on the bed. Are you a cursed spirit too?” His voice was so panicked, and innocent. Once you realized what he meant you stopped, looking under the covers.
“I’m so sorry.” You felt instantly embarrassed. His face turned from pure panic to confusion.
“Um, I guess I never thought to tell you about this. I guess I just assumed everyone knew about this.” You nervously rambled.
“Tell me about what?” He was like a young child asking where babies came from, it was pretty adorable.
“Oh, once a month women bleed. It's called a period. Usually, I’m better about keeping it under control. If you want to go out into the living room, I can change the sheets.”
His face looked almost astonished, like you were telling him a huge secret he wasn’t supposed to know about.
“Does it hurt?” He asks gently.
“Yeah, it only lasts for a week though. It's not forever.” Feeling a huge pain in your lower abdomen you managed to mask the internal pain you were feeling. “Now, I’ll just get up and clean then you can rest a little more.”
Choso shook his head sternly, feeling a sense of duty at this moment. He instructed you to stay put while he began running a shower, so you could clean yourself up.
“Cho, you really don’t have to do all this.” You’d never had any of your ex’s react the way he did about something so commonplace in your life.
“I know, I want to. You said it hurts. I don’t want you to hurt.” He mumbled softly guiding you into the bathroom “Let me take care of you doll.” He placed a small kiss on your cheek before closing the bathroom door, then going to change the bloodstained bed. He quickly pulled out his phone, placing a call to his brother Yuji.
“Yuji, did you know that women bleed for a week at a time every month?” Choso asked, highly concerned.
“Well yeah. I guess I forgot to mention that to you before. Why? What did you do this time?” Yuji asked almost suspiciously.
“Nothing, I just have no idea what to do. Please help me.” Choso sounded desperate on the other end of the phone. Yuji just chuckled.
“Bro, I don’t know. I’ve never had a girlfriend before. Google it or something. Gotta go.” Yuji promptly hung up the phone. Choso felt like that conversation was absolutely useless, he just figured out about google a few months ago. He typed in ‘How to help your girlfriend on their period’. A plethora of answers came up, he scrolled before seeing a diagram of what actually happened during that time of the month. His mouth was wide open seeing exactly what women had to go through, shocked at how accustomed you were to it. The fact you seemed to just shrug it off like it was as normal as breathing.
“Cho?” You walked over to him, hair damp wearing one of his oversized t-shirts. You could see his eyes welling up with tears before he immediately pulled you into his arms.
“You go through so much, you are so strong.” He whispers, holding you tightly a few tears slipping from his eyes.
“Did you go on google?” You asked, chuckling at his reaction. He nods slowly, you shake your head, a soft smile on your face. He laid you back down in the bed.
“Doll, I promise I’m going to take such good care of you.” He mumbled. You kissed his cheek softly.
“Just come and cuddle with me alright? That’s what I really want right now.” You patted the space next to you in the bed. He nods laying down next to you.
“Tell me if you need anything doll. I don’t want you lifting a finger until it's over.” He states seriously like it was an order not a suggestion.
“Sure thing Cho.” You snuggled into his warm chest allowing his breathing to lull you back to sleep.
A/N: I love clueless Choso. I would actually love to see his reaction when he discovers search engines for the first time.
ꫂ᭪݁in which: you go to your gynecologist because youve been feeling pain, only to see that there's someone new. He does look handsome.. (btww the art is mine Im gen soo proud of it <33)
ꫂ᭪݁Warnings: fingering, p in v, Doctor x patient, reader cheating on her boyfriend, not proofread
ᯓ★Lately, sex hadn't hit the same anymore. No matter what angle your boyfriend fucked you in, it was just really painful. So you had booked an appointment at the gynecologist.
You stood at the waiting line, which was surprisingly not as long as usual. Because of that, it was soon your turn. A nurse lead you to an examination room. There was a doctor you had never seen before.
"Hello ma'am. I'm Dr. Kamo. If you want, you can just call me Choso." You did have to admit, he was hella fine.
"Hello.." he shook your hands and smiled with his eyes closed.
"Y/n, right?" You nodded. "Please sit down.."
You sat on the chair that he pointed to.
"So what seems to be your problem?"
"Uh.. it's just.. well.." you took a breath. He was just a gynecologist after all..
"Well.. so yeah, I've been feeling pain during sex.. it's been a few weeks.."
"Hm.. okay.. so I have to ask you a few questions.. When was your last period?"
"I think.. two or three weeks ago?"
"Okay.. how about your sex life? Are you sexually active?"
"Not very often, but yeah.." for some reason, your face was burning with shame.
"Mhm.. did you notice anything off with your discharge? Like, bad smell, weird color,.."
"No, not really, I havent noticed anything off about it.."
"Okay, last question. Have you been taking any medication?"
"No.. I havent, I did want to use a painkiller but didnt"
"Okay. Well, you can lie down there. I'll be right back."
"In the meanwhile, you took off your pants and panties and lay down on the examination table. A few minutes later, Choso came back. He put on some gloves.
"So, I'll be performing a pelvic exam now."
He helped you lift your legs up to the stirrups. "Okay.. ready?"
"Yeah.." you closed your eyes.
You felt how he was looking closely, but it was awkward, because you were getting wet. You felt so embarrassed. Suddenly, you felt two lubricated fingers inside you. You grippes the paper sheets under you and bit your tongue to not let out a moan.
Dr. Kamo's thick fingers were pretty deep inside you, examining your uterus.
But it just felt so good, the cold gloves.. the thick fingers..
When he reached your cervix you covered your mouth with your hands and started panting. Fuck.. you were close..
"Okay.. everything looks good"
Dr. Kamo pulled out his fingers with a pop. You whined, suddenly feeling empty. You had been so close too.
"Uhh.. d-doctor.. I.. well.. That wasn't painful at all.. but.. uhh.." you felt your face get redder every second.
"Well.. I wanted to ask if you could maybe.. h-help..? Because.. I was.. uhh.. I was close.. and I haven't been able to come because of the pain.. for a long time.."
Dr. Kamo looked at you. Then he made a motion that looked like as if he was checking for security cameras or anyone around.
"Well.. as your doctor.. I suppose I can help you." He sat back down on his chair. He started blowing on your pussy, the coldness to your heat giving you goosebumps.
Then, you felt it again. The cold gloves filling you up. This time, you didn't hold back your whimpers. Dr. Kamo kept fingering you, his fingers disappearing inside you and then appearing again with the sinful squelch of your wet pussy.
Suddenly, Dr. Kamo curled up his finger at just the right spot and you let out an unfiltered moan. It was as if that made something to Dr. Kamo, as he was fingering you faster now. He kept hitting that sweet, spongy spot inside you. All while still looking professional.
You felt the knot in your stomach tighten. It was such a relief after a long time. You didn't realize that you had closed your eyes. You only realized when you opened them after you felt his thumb circling your clit, adding to the already overwhelming pleasure. That was your final straw.
You came with a muffled moan, because your hands were on your mouth once again. Dr. Kamo kept fingering you through it, but his strokes were slower, more controlled.
When you came down from your high, you felt embarrassed. "Im.. really sorry.. for.. asking for such a bold thing.. youre just my doctor after all.."
"No.. its okay. If it wasnt alright I wouldnt have done it, no?"
"Thats true.. but.. uh.."
"I can take that embarrassement away."
That caught you off guard. "What?"
"You heard me." You felt dizzy. Your gynecologist was undressing?!
Choso had pulled down his pants, revealing his hard dick. Fuck, it was long. And the girth? Damn.
"As your doctor, I'm more than happy to help you." The way he said that and then looked at you.. you felt yourself getting wet again. Embarrassingly so. He positioned yourself at your entrance and teased you a bit by gliding his tip on your folds. You whined. Your body was seriouslx betraying you. Your pussy was clenching around nothing, seeking for attention.
"See? You want it too." Choso said.
It felt wrong. Your gynecologist was like this?
You were lost in thought when Choso pushed in, just with the tip at first, giving you time to adjust. When you were used to the sensation, Choso pushed all the way in, making you gasp. Damn.. he felt even thicker than you saw. You felt his veins brush against your walls.
Fuck. Not even your boyfriend could fuck you like this. Your eyes rolled back as he hit that spongy spot again. The knot in your stomach tightened once again. But before you could come, Choso pulled out and pulled his pants up.
"Why.." you asked, high on his dick.
The moment you heard the footsteps, you stood up a bit straight and tried not to show what you had been doing with your gynecologist.
"Sir Kamo? Are you done here?" The nurse asked. Luckily, she didnt really look at you that closely.
"Almost. I just need to ask a few more questions and I'm done."
"Okay.. your next patient is waiting."
After the nurse left, he closed the door and turned to you.
"Questions, my ass" you said, suddenly feeling bold.
"You'll see what kind of questions" with that, he started thrusting into you again, his pace relentless.
"Does that feel good? Hm?"
"Y-yes.." your tits were bouncing from how hard he was fucking you. Trying to hold back your moans was getting harder and harder.
"See? I am indeed asking questions, arent I?"
You nodded, too fucked out to answer.
"You want me to go faster?"
You nodded.
"Good slut" his insults just added to the shame, the pleasure. But when you had absolutely lost it was when he took up slick with his still gloved finger, licked it up and slowly let it drool down on your pussy. Thats when your back arched off the examination table. You came with a muffled moan against your hand. But choso took your hands away from your face so he could hear you.
"Thats more like it.." he fucked you through your orgasm.
"Well.. ill get going now, my next patient is waiting. Dont forget to book another appointment" he winked and left.
You sure knew that you were gonna spend a lot more time at the gynecologist.
Synopsis: choso was a simp, but only for you, his hot college professor.
Pairings: college student!Choso Kamo x Professor!fem!reader
Word Count: {2.4k}
Warnings: confessions, obsession, choso is such a nerd, choso is a warning himself, age gap (reader is early 30's, choso is early 20's), kissing, steamy-makeout, lying, and that's it. lmk if I missed anything! Much love, mwah!
A/N: SHES HERE!!!! PREPARE YOURSELVES! also can you guys tell I have a thing for nerds? sorry...
Choso Kamo. An exceptional student. He was always ahead of his work, turning it in either right on time or early.
Choso was your star student. He always helped others if they needed it, always came to you after class to talk about his work, even though he knew he did well.
“Choso, you did such a good job.” It was as if Choso was a puppy. Always happy as if he had a tail to wag.
“Thank you ma’am.” He was just the cutest thing. You treated him with such love and affection. Which is probably where and why his crush came to fruition.
You were in your early 30’s, divorced, and very strict on love. You hated dating people who were older than you. They just always seemed to be too cocky for you.
Thinking they know it all. Where your g-spot is, where to kiss you, where to lick properly to have you sweating bullets. They never did by the way.
Especially your ex-husband. So, to say the least, you were very sexually frustrated. Which you think is one of the reasons why you wanted to become a teacher. To let out all that frustration in lesson plans and teaching kids about statistics.
College students were fairly easy to teach. They were adults, same as you. They didn’t play games or act like they didn’t have any common sense.
They knew there was a time and place for everything. Choso was mesmerized the first day you walked in as the new statistics teacher, the previous teacher getting fired for not doing his job right, he couldn’t help but stare at you in awe.
The moment you opened your mouth to introduce yourself, he was head over heels. Your voice was so stern, as if putting a child in their place stern.
You held your head high, taking everyone in.
“Starting today I will be your new teacher. I am fun when I can be but I know my place as a teacher and you should know yours as a student. I take my job very seriously, and that includes holding you accountable for your assignments and whether or not they get turned in. If everyone understands, please say so, if not you can find a new class to take.”
You spoke with such strong authority. Not the type where everybody snickers at and pays no mind-no- you grabbed everyone's attention with your voice. You hooked everyone in and made everyone freeze at the sound of your heels clacking.
That day, Choso knew that statistics was going to be his favorite class.
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“Good Morning class.” Your voice was very cheerful today. Choso wondered what made you so happy today, you were practically glowing.
“Good Morning ma’am.” Everyone said in unison. You hated when they called you ma’am, wanting them to feel comfortable you always wanted them to just call you by your first name. Even professor would do.
“Okay class, we’ll be getting started this week with an individual project. I want you all to write me a 5 page essay on whether you think statistics is an important class or not.” Everyone in the class groans, everyone except for Choso.
“I know, but you guys are capable and you can handle it perfectly fine. I expect it to be done in 2 weeks. I want to see what I'm working with here. You all are very capable, I can feel it. Now, I just need you to show me what I’m feeling.” As you're talking, you make direct eye contact with Choso as you end your sentence.
‘Show her what she’s feeling?’ If only. If you had three words to describe yourself, it would be steady, strong, and fun.
If Choso could describe you in three words, it would be mine, mine, mine. Cause that’s what you were to him, His. His and only his.
Was Choso potentially delusional? Yes. Did that stop Choso from pursuing what he wanted? Absolutely not.
Choso is what you would describe as a nerd. A hot one at that. So, when Choso was given a mission, he would accomplish it. When Choso was faced with a problem, he would crush it.
And you, you were a problem for him. A very hot, off-limits, and sexy problem that he was soooo ready to crush.
“Ma’am?” Choso sneaks up behind you, you glare at him for a second and he corrects himself, “I-I mean professor? I just wanted to ask you something.” His nerves were tingling and his ears were as red as tomatoes.
“Yes, Choso.” He almost whimpered. The sound of his name falling softly from your lips was a blessing only his ears could love.
“I was wondering if you could help me? I don’t quite understand this math problem you presented today and was wondering if you could talk me through it?” Choso’s voice dropped an octave at the last part
Choso knew he wasn’t sneaky but he tried to be. That little slip definitely didn’t go unnoticed by you. The way his lips curled up slightly after he said it, the way his tone dropped, the way his eyes lingered on your neck. Choso was HUNGRY, to say the least.
“Choso, I explained it for the whole class period on how to solve this problem and many more problems like this.”
He pouts at you and you feel a throb, and not in your heart, but your cunt instead. ‘God why am I like this?’ “Okay Choso, you have to find the expected value of x. The density function of x is given to you in this formula here, so now you have to solve that using the formula to get the answer for variable X. Okay?”
To be honest, Choso was NOT listening at all. He stared at your plump lips and how glossy they were from how much you lick them. He was staring at your breasts in this tight button up shirt, he adored the shirts you wore.
“Uh, yeah I got it, thank you professor.” And with that he walks away with a smile, a new plan, and an incredibly hard boner.
You make it back to your apartment complex and set your purse down with a sigh. As you're about to get ready to shower your phone rings with a call, the screen flashes your ex-husbands name and you groan before fighting the urge not to pick it up.
Your voice comes out dryly and hoarse after a long day of talking to your students, “Hello?” You hear shuffling on the other line before you hear a moan.
You take the phone away from your ear before putting it back with more urgency and aggression in your voice, “Hello!?”
All you can hear on the other line is a woman's whimpering and your ex-husbands groans. You scoff before hanging up the phone and texting him.
You: Your dumb little slutty self just butt-dialed me while having sex with another woman, I bet $30 she’s not even enjoying herself ya cunt.
You throw your phone across the room and scream causing your old neighbor on the bottom floor to knock her broom against the roof.
You flinch and cringe at yourself, “s-sorry Mrs. Irving.” You groan, stomping your foot lightly before disgruntledly walking over to your shower.
While in the shower you couldn’t help but think about it, mumbling to yourself the whole shower, “what an asshole,” “the audacity of this man, to butt dial me!?”
To say you were angry was an understatement.
As you step out of the shower you see a notification, it’s a text. You assume it’s your ex-husband and don’t even bother to look at the screen. But, your attention is drawn to it again when your phone is now buzzing with an incoming call.
It was an unknown number so you pick it up and answer it, “hello?”
“H-Hello? Professor, is this you?” Your eyes widened, you knew that timid voice anywhere, “Choso? Hun, what are you doing calling me this late? Is everything alright?” You don’t even register the fact on how he even obtained your number, you are too focused on the sad and worried tone in his voice.
“Yeah I just need help. My friends kinda left without me and now I’m stuck at this bar with no way of getting home. Can you help me?”
You stay silent on the other line, quickly getting dressed with newfound determination. “I know i’m not a little kid and can definitely find my way home on my home but it’s just scary right now and very dark and I am sorry to bother you like this and if it’s a hassle for you and ruined your night I am very sor-”
“Oh shut up choso, quit your babbling, send me the address i’m already in the car.” You can’t see it but on the other line he’s jumping for joy, he was such a simp.
“Okay, thank you professor.”
“Choso, I think we are past the formalities, call me by my name.” Your name rolls smoothly off his tongue and you feel your stomach flutter, you didn’t expect your name to sound so beautifully from him. So soft and velvety.
“I’ll be there in 10.”
“O-okay, bye professor-uhm I mean-” your chuckle cuts him off, you find him so cute. “Bye choso.”
You hang up the phone and catch yourself smiling in the mirror, not a small smile-no- a wide and toothy smile. You couldn’t even remember the last time you genuinely smiled.
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When your car pulls up, you spot Choso leaned against the wall, you’ve never seen Choso wear a short sleeved shirt. It’s tight around his biceps as he crosses his arms over his chest, the shirt loose on his waist clearly hiding much more under it, a tattoo peaks along his neck and his forearm. Choso Kamo was hot.
Wayyyyy hotter than he lets on. “Choso!” you wave to flag him down, his cute puppy eyes are droopy and tired, he’s clearly been out here for a while. Or was he just a bit tipsy?
He slowly makes his way over to you. “Hey.” He says, the once cute and shy demeanor of Choso is gone. The person that stands in front of you is not Choso or at least the Choso you know.
“Hey Choso, ready to go?” you ask, he looks at your car then back at you, “I feel bad, can I buy you a drink.”
It’s funny, because what you didn’t realize was that this was allll a part of Choso’s great big plan to make you his. Choso has been crushing on you all semester, and his crush obsession with you was only growing the more he was around you.
So, yes. Choso did potentially lie to you to get you out here and have a drink with him. Maybe even confess his feelings to you, or even get lucky and bed you.
“Uhm, Choso… I don’t know.”
“Come on, we are both responsible adults, it’s one drink. I promise.”
And it was exactly that. One thing about Choso is that if he makes a promise, he keeps it. You both sat and had one drink in the bar and talked to each other a lot more.
“You did what!?” You laugh out loud and the couple next to you smiles, “remember when we were that young and in love don?” He chuckles and smiles, “Yeah sweetheart, I do.”
You may not have heard the couple but Choso did, and he couldn’t stop the flush that crept up his neck.
“What!? You say that like I did something bad.”
“You're lucky I'm nice. You're telling me, you really didn’t get abandoned by your friends and you really called me just to hang out?”
“Well, when you put it like that you make me sound crazy.” You softly smile at him as he nervously rubs his neck before planting your hand on his thigh, “you are crazy Choso, but I like that about you. You faced a fear just to talk to me, it’s cute.”
“So, I guess since we are being brave, I’ll tell you a secret. I have a daughter. She turns 4 in June.” You brace yourself, for Choso to get up and walk out, you don’t know why you think that but you just do.
All your luck in the dating world after your ex-husband was an ultimate failure. Every time someone found out you had a kid, they ghosted you or ran away saying they couldn’t commit to a relationship where your baby's dad was still in the picture.
“Wow, that’s great. What’s her name?” Your heart throbs, not from pain but from relief. You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, “you don’t care that i have a child?”
He scoffs as if you just offended him.
“No, why would that matter to me? Well I mean not like that-ugh- what I mean to say is why would that bother me? I really like you. And yes, I do know you're older than me but that shouldn’t matter when it’s love, right? I mean yeah you're my teacher and that might go against some school protocols but no one has to know. I graduate this year anyway and then we can be happy together. I respect you and truly like you, no- love you. And I know it’s early but i’d treat your daughter as if she was mine. Your past life doesn’t matter to me, what matters to me is the future we can build… together.”
You sit there stunned, you don’t even realize you’ve moved until your lips clash with his. Choso’s eyes widen in surprise before he melts into your warm lips on his.
He whines into your mouth and you drink it up, completely forgetting where you both are right now. His large hands grab your waist and trail up your back, your hands are placed on his thick thighs, your nails digging into his jeans.
The kiss deepens, his tongue flicking with yours, you can taste the alcohol on his tongue. The kiss is sloppy, teeth clashing, spit mixing, drool spilling, it’s euphoric for you both.
You both pull away, a long and thick string of saliva holding you two together. It breaks as Choso licks his lips, relishing in the taste of you.
“Should we take this back to my place?” You tilt your head at him and Choso smirks, all traces of his shy demeanor fade away.
“Yeah.”
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A/N: DUN DUN DUNNNNNNNNNNNNNN YES! The time has come to feed my lovely children and yes I did leave it on a cliffhanger. Dw guys, the smut is going to be absolutely panty dropping.
