stoner!choso x f!reader. have you ever touched yourself? mdni. nsfw. 18+ slighttt corruption kink but chosos a sweetheart. reader is innocent and sheltered. mutual masturbation. protective choso. HER POV FINALLY!!!
Choso Kamo is my boyfriend. I think. We've been hanging out pretty much everyday for a few months. He buys me my little drinks, he carries my bag when it's too heavy, he gives me his sweatshirt when I'm cold. He kissed me when I asked him too. My first kiss. I think I was bad at it at first, I felt clumsy, and insecure. But I think im kind of good at it now. We've done it a bunch, sometimes I climb in his lap and start kissing. It's rare he starts it, but he always seems so happy when I do. I think he's trying to go slow with me, cause of my lack of experience and his expertise.
I'd heard rumors, heard how much him and his friends partied, and drank, and messed around with girls. My friend used to sleep with Gojo, before she caught him in bed with another girl. She warned me, said 'Choso might be nice, but his friends aren't good company to keep'. I understood what she meant. But I didn't care. Choso was good to me. I hoped he was my boyfriend, and that I wasn't just being hopeful when he was just a bored college kid.
I'm pulled from my thoughts when Choso, who lays on top of me deepens his kiss. Tongue massaging mine, arms caging me on his bed. Not that I would know any better, but I think Choso must be the greatest kisser in the world. I didn't know kissing could feel this good, he made my head feel floaty. I couldn't help but shift around, I couldn't keep still. When I started moving, he started moving, hips moving in sync with mine. It was so good, pressure and heat. I could feel how hard he was getting in his sweats. His breathing changed, raspier, shallow, and it made my stomach do a little flip. I wan to keep moving, I want to make his breathing harder but he pulls off. I'm breathless, gasping when he moves to sit up.
"We gotta stop," he runs a hand over his face, he looks so desperate. "Fuck." He almost whispers it.
"Why do we have to stop, Cho?" I make no move to sit up, legs still spread from where he laid between them. I just tilt my head watching as his eyes trace over me. He says nothing just looks like he's drinking me in. He blinks slow. One. Two. Three times. "Do you... like me Choso?" That snaps him out of it, his dark brows pinch.
"Do I like you?" I just nod. Suddenly embarrassed at the question. "Of course I like you angel- I." he moves closer, hand falling low on my thigh. "I like you a lot."
"You do?" He smiles, big and wide, eye squinting slightly.
"Yes. I do." I close my legs rocking them lightly back and forth.
"So does that mean you're like... my boyfriend?" I dismay know he could smile any wider, but he does. Eyes wrinkling, teeth flashing bright.
"Yeah, I'd love to be your boyfriend angel." He moves again, I spread my legs as he comes down to kiss me but he doesn't put any weight on me. Just hovers. "Let's talk hm?"
"Talk about what?" He moves sitting up again and moving my legs so they lay on his lap.
"I don't know. Anything, I need a distraction." My brows furrow now, and I lean up resting on my elbows and forearms.
"Distraction from what?" He looks down in his lap, oh cause he's hard. It happens every time we kiss like this. It goes away after a little while.
"How's your class going? The hard one with that old bastard that never-"
"What makes you hard?" I interrupt. He stares at me.
"I thought the plan was distract so I'm not rock hard." There my tummy goes, flipping at his words.
"Why does it get so hard, we're just kissing." he laughs, pained.
"Cause you're hot?" my cheeks heat. "And you're sweet, and kissing you? Feeling you move on top of me, under me? It turns me on baby." I sit up more, back straight off the bed.
"It turns me on too." He groans light in his throat.
"This isn't helping at all." I ignore him.
"I like your weight on me, how you push into me, I don't even think you do it on purpose do you? It's like your body just moves for mine?" He curses. "I like when I'm sitting on you too, and your hands just grab me. You grip my hips so hard sometimes, you've left little finger shaped bruises on me." He makes a sound almost like a whine and it makes me bite my lip.
"I watched a video once, of a guy in bed." something flashes in his eyes, but he doesn't speak. jaw flexing. "He pulled his pants down and he," I feel nervous again. Ive never told anyone I've seen this video. I know it's wrong, but it was just there on twitter one night. "He touched himself." he swallows deep, and my voice moved to a whisper. "Have you, uhm, have you done that before?"
"Honest answer?" His voice is deeper than before, syrupy. I nod, and he moves closer towards me. "I touch my cock, every night after I walk you home." The breath is knocked from me. "I can't help it. I get so hard when I think about you." He moves a hand, lacing it through the back of my head. "The way you kiss me, and move your perfect little body around me. Fuck angel, that first night you let me kiss you?" I nod. "I fucked my hand in the shower, just remembering how you felt on my lips."
I'm out of words now. Nothing sexy to say, no reply. I'm stuck picturing a wet Choso naked in the shower, thinking about me. He just watches me, gauging my reaction. "Can I ask you a question baby?" All I can do is nod. "Have you ever touched yourself?" I feel how hot my face is getting, how flushed my body feels. I nod again, barely, a tiny dip and return of my chin.
"The other day, after you dropped me off. It hurt so bad Cho. I've never felt that way before."
"Felt what way baby? Can you tell me?" His grip tightens slightly in my hair. Urging me.
"I was aching for you, you- you were kissing me so good and you were grinding into me and you were so hard and, I didn't want the feeling to stop and-."
"You're fucking killing me." He closes his eyes, and presses his forehead to mine. I linger there in the quiet for a second. But the words tumble out of me before I can stop them.
"Can you show me how you do it?" his eyes snapped back open. "Like you did in the shower?"
"You're sure about that? I, I don't want to push you we can go as slow as you-." I just shook my head.
"No, I want to watch. Please?"
That's how we end up here, Cho sits on one end of the bed, im on the other. His sweats are pulled down enough that he can stroke himself. His t-shirts up halfway to his chest, revealing tight, thick abs. He spit on his hand to start, going up and down slow. His abs tighten every time he looks back at me. It's big, long and thick, and his hand looks so pretty wrapped around it. I just sit there, back against the headboard and pillows in awe. He's so pretty, so perfect. I can't sit still, legs fidgeting, thighs squeezing together.
"Cho?" My voice almost cracks.
"Yeah- yeah baby?" His does crack, and his abs tighten again.
"Oh fuck." He pauses the movement of his hand, eyes wide. "Only if you want to, only if you're comfortable baby." I lean back against the pillows more.
"I want to. 'S aching so bad again Cho." I see his hand tight around himself and he huffs. I move my hand, trying to slide it under my shorts.
"Take your shorts off baby, please?" He looks so flushed, like he's 1000 degrees and about to explode. "You can leave your panties on but, can you take off your shorts? Is that ok baby?" his hand moves up and down again so slow. I nod, lifting up my hips slightly to pull them down and off. I throw them off the bed, leaving back again to get comfortable. I'm not wearing anything sexy, no lace, no thong, just light blue cotton panties. My legs spread slightly and I dip my fingers under the waistband. I don't really know what to do, or what will feel good. So my hand just lays there, feeling the warmth, the dampness.
"Oh fuck baby, I can see how wet you are."
"Yeah, that means you're turned on you know?" I hum, I guess that makes sense. It happens a lot when im with him. "Rub yourself baby, please?"
"How?" His hand gets a little faster, not fast, just a slow consistent pace.
"Feel yourself, find what spot feels good rub little circles can you do that for me?" I nod again. Moving my fingers around till something has my toes twitching. I try to match his rhythm, fingers moving in slow little circles.
"Feels good." I watch as his hand moves quicker, getting wet at the tip.
"Keep going baby, keep going till you cum." I rub faster, still trying to match his speed.
"Fuck yeah, say my name baby."
"Choso it feels good." He's pumping faster, eyes tracing my face, my body, and where my hand is under my panties.
"Fuck baby yeah I bet it does, I'm getting so fucking close already shit."
"I wanna see it, wanna watch it shoot out."
"Fucking shit," his hand moves faster, twisting a bit at the bottom, so I move faster. "Please tell me you're gonna cum too baby."
"Mmm I don't know, maybe."
"Fuck baby please? Can you do it for me? You like making me happy hm?" I nod desperately, hips moving, hand gripping at his sheets. "Make me happy, let me watch my girl cum huh?" I nod, eyes screwing shut. It happens so quick, my body is on fire, shaking and I can't help the moan that rips from my throat. I open my eyes just in time to watch him. His abs tighten, fist pumping fast. "I'm gonna fucking cum for you baby, shit- shit-, fuck you look so good." It shoots out fast, first spurt on his abs and it keeps shooting as he groans, eyes closed. This is the prettiest thing I've ever seen. He tries to calm his breathing, hand moving away, abs still flexing. I slip my hand out from my panties and we just watch each other.
"You ok baby?" I nod, eager smile on my lips.
"Yes, I'm good. Are you?" He laughs with a nod.
"I'm good, fuck I'm so good." he grabs shirt from a pile on the side of his bed, wiping down his abs and his hand.
"Cho?" he comes close, kissing my forehead, then my nose, then my lips.
"Yours is prettier than the guy I saw on twitter." He lets out a big belly laugh and lets his head fall to mu shoulder.
"Oh good, you think my cock is pretty."
"Cock? Is that what I should call it." He groans from my shoulder.
"That's so hot, hearing you say dirty shit gets to me." he moves to pull his pants all the way up. before either of us can speak again, a loud bang sounds on his door.
"HEY HORN DOGS! Glad to see you're finally getting some action-." Satoru doesn't even get to finish his sentence before Choso is up and pull the door open.
"Fuck off. Gojo." Gojo smiles, grin plastered on his face
"Whatttt?" He drawls out. "She moans pretty 'mmm cho' 'mmm are you gonna cum for me' its hot honestly-" Choso pushes him, hard.
"I said fuck off." Gojo looks shocked. "Not her ok? Leave her the fuck alone."
"Bro, I'm sorry I was just-."
"No. That's my girlfrend show some respect." I move to pull a blanket over me when Gojos head moves past Chosos to look at me. Eyes wide, shock clear.
"I'm sorry, Choso. I didnt know it was like that." I can only imagine the look on Chosos face. Gojo leans over to look at me again. "I'm sorry y/n, won't happen again." I nod.
"It's ok 'Jo." He moves, Choso shuts the door. Hard.
Well, Choso Kamo is my boyfriend.
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an: do we think I should keep switching between povs or just keep it one or the other?? help me. I also am so obsessed with them ALREADYYY ahhh!! who should I write next?? fwb!sukuna, or trustfundbaby!gojo?
