The truth is… Choso is a hore.
You'd never noticed him before, and when you did, you simply couldn't help but notice him. The first time was on campus; Choso was standing apart with some friends, his headphones hanging around his neck, his bag slung across his chest, and several accessories: piercings, rings, chains. But it wasn't over the top, much less ugly. It suited him in a way you only thought worked online. After that, Choso was in some of your classes, sitting further back, his headphones now around his head, while he doodled something, focused. His messy hair almost covered his eyes and perfectly framed his face.
And then, before you knew it, you were asking your friends about him. Little by little, Choso contaminated your entire mind, and there was nothing else you could think about but the mysterious guy with a mark on his nose and an inaccessible personality.
"Stop staring, weirdo." your friend said, a nasal laugh soon following.
“He’s so…” you started, but your friend spoke first. “weird.”
Your eyebrows furrowed in disapproval, your attention shifting to your friend.
“I can’t believe you’re actually into the emo on a campus with Gojo and Geto.” your friend rolled her eyes.
“Gojo’s an idiot,” you muttered.
They didn’t understand how a man like Choso affected you. He simply gave the impression of never having touched a woman, of being afraid of them, actually. Choso seemed so inexperienced, so innocent and distant in his little world. You wanted to ruin him. If you closed your eyes for a minute you could see him beneath you, sweaty and begging you to go slower.
By that point you already had a half-formed plan in your head. Gojo was indeed an idiot, but he threw the best parties and knew everyone, while Geto… you'd seen him with Choso once in a while. So, at the end of class you went looking for Geto Suguru around campus; it wasn't that hard to find him, he was always near a pole with white hair and extremely blue eyes.
“Look what the wind brought us.” Gojo said, lowering his glasses halfway down his nose to look you up and down. “How can we help you, cutie?”
“Are you going to the frat party this weekend?” Geto asked almost at the same time as Gojo.
“Depends, who’s going?” Your hands were already sweating, what if he wasn’t going?
“I’m going.” Gojo said, twitching his eyebrows suggestively, which made you laugh genuinely.
“What do you want, huh?” Geto questioned before you could answer Gojo, his eyes reading your soul.
While Gojo made jokes and suggestive comments, Geto just watched. He probably already knew what you wanted, he just wanted to hear it from you. It’s been like that all these years you’ve known each other. The walk across campus continued normally, until…
Gojo stopped abruptly, his large hands going to his chest and his expression as exaggerated as possible. Geto just chuckled.
"Oh, you're in love and it's not with me." Gojo dramatized a little more.
"I knew it. Ah, darling, I can do that for you, but you'll owe me one." Geto said and you almost jumped for joy.
"I can't believe it. What does he have that I don't?" Gojo whined and once again you laughed.
"Hm, piercings." Geto said, giving Gojo a strange look.
"My friends are crazy about you, Satoru." You said while searching for your cell phone in your bag. "Damn…hm, see you guys later."
A wave and you were retracing your steps to the classroom, hopefully your cell phone would be in the same place, which would save you a lot of trouble. It was already getting dark, the hallways were empty, and the only sound was your hurried footsteps. You reached the door, and the room was dark. Your hands rushed to the doorknob and… it was locked. You knocked on the door; this couldn't be possible, right?
“No, no, no… damn it!” The only way would be to take the bus home and arrive first thing tomorrow to retrieve your phone.
Your steps were slower now; discouragement gripped your body just thinking about never getting your phone back. And then you saw him, Choso, leaving a room you didn't remember ever entering before. You stopped in the hallway for a moment, which was enough to attract his attention. Choso's head turned toward you, his eyes on yours, and your knees almost gave way.
“Ah, you.” He said listlessly.
“You forgot your phone in the class earlier today. I was going to look for you.” He explained as he pulled your phone out of his jacket pocket. You moved closer to him to take it and couldn't resist hugging him, even if briefly.
"Thank you so much, Choso, I don't know what I would have done without this phone."
His eyes were on you when you pulled away. And from that close you could absorb more details about him. Choso smelled incredibly good, his snake bites highlighted his lips, and the tattoo above his nose made him so attractive. Oh, and his eyes, in such a unique shade of brown…
“Not for it.” He replied and started to walk away toward the exit. “Are you coming?”
You didn’t answer, you just followed him. Choso walked you across campus to the bus stop, where he stayed with you.
“I’m taking the bus too, don’t worry.” He said, and you felt like an idiot, but of course he didn’t need to know that.
“Oh, sure, but I was going to tell you about the party this weekend.” You said, and you noticed him blush slightly.
“You don’t seem like the type who likes parties like that.” He commented.
“I don’t, but it’s always good to try new things.” You said, and once again you could see Choso’s nervousness. He ran a hand through his hair and looked towards the bus, but there was no bus.
“So, are you going? I’ll keep you company if you want.” You suggested. Your hungry eyes taking in every inch of the man.
Choso was tall, and you could bet he hid some muscles under all those clothes.
“Maybe I’ll change my mind by then,” he said, his deep voice making you imagine even more how he would sound at other times.
The day of the party had finally arrived. You hadn’t seen much of Choso during those days, but you didn’t really care. Your concern was what to wear; you didn’t want to draw too much attention, but you also didn’t want to be basic. You’d never seen Choso with anyone, no rumors, nothing to help you know what kind of outfit to choose. In the end, you opted not to stray too far from your style. A blue dress would have to do.
Gojo insisted on picking you up because, according to him, if Choso didn’t come, the others would leave you alone, thinking you were with him. Which, surprisingly, made perfect sense.
“Stay away from the blue cups, don’t drink anything they give you, and I don’t know, use protection,” Gojo said as he drove.
“Listen to Daddy Gojo, beautiful,” Geto said, then laughed when Gojo flipped him off.
The party was already in full swing when you arrived, your heart racing with fear of not finding Choso and him thinking you’d tricked him.
“Look in the corners or in less crowded places. We’ll be near the kitchen if you need anything,” Geto said, and you hugged him gratefully. He was really good at reading people.
Well, you did exactly as he said, but Choso seemed nowhere to be found. You were about to give up when you went to get a drink and through the window you could see Choso outside, near the pool, leaning against a column. Oh, how could he be so handsome? The pool lights shone on his face along with the dim light of his phone; Choso was playing with his lip piercing while his nimble fingers slid across the screen. You didn’t think twice about abandoning your drink and going over to him.
“You came,” you said, unable to hide your smile.
His eyes darted to your figure, and you wanted to kiss him right then and there. The way his eyes shone in your direction almost took your breath away.
"Are you with Gojo?" he said quickly, then looked away. "I mean, um, I thought you weren't coming."
"Are you jealous?" you asked softly as you moved closer.
Choso was an enigma to you. A very tall and attractive enigma. But the more you interacted with him, the more you realized he was quite shy and reserved, which only made you lose your fear of rejection and desire him even more.
"No." Choso said sharply, his expression hardening.
He was avoiding looking at you, but you could see his face becoming increasingly flushed.
"You know, Choso, that's a shame because I like you and I thought it was reciprocated…" you admitted, your body now pressed against his. Your breasts pressed against his arm.
"You like me?" he asked, and you felt a certain change in his behavior.
"Yes, what are you going to do?" you asked. Your body now pressed against his from the front.
Choso instinctively held your waist, and your arms encircled his neck.
"What do you want me to do?" He asked, closing his eyes and tilting his head toward your hand, which had moved down to caress his face.
"Kiss me…" you barely managed to finish, as Choso quickly pressed his lips against yours.
Choso melted against your lips, his tongue sliding over yours, pressing against the piercing and making you want more and more of him. Your fingers tugged at the hair on the nape of his neck, and Choso's hands squeezed your buttocks as if it were the only thing keeping him standing at that moment.
"Choso…" you moaned as his hot kisses moved to your neck.
You didn't know how to feel at that point; he wasn't as shy and inexperienced as you'd imagined, but that only made the discomfort between your legs worse. You hated hickeys, but you couldn't think of anything else when Choso's tongue piercing brushed against the skin of your neck after a little bite.
"I guess I like parties now," he said, pulling away, his gaze devastating. Dilated pupils, rosy cheeks, slightly messy hair, drooping eyelids, and swollen, red lips.
"I knew it would be better if you came," you said.
"Sorry I didn't say it before, but you look beautiful," Choso said with a weak smile.
"Come home with me?" you asked, so needy of Choso it almost hurt.
Choso took a deep breath, his fingers now adjusting your curls. "Are you sure?"
You simply nodded, then took his hand to leave. But Choso wasn't in such a hurry; he held your wrist and drew your attention back to him.
"Relax. Me agreeing to go to your place doesn't mean I'm expecting anything more to happen, okay? We can just watch a movie or talk," he said.
"Choso, you don't want something more to happen?" you asked.
"That's not what I said, I just don't want you to feel obligated to do anything with me just because you invited me to your house…"
"Choso, I swear if you keep being this nice I'll pull down your pants and ride you right here at this party." You said, leaving him completely speechless and even redder than before.
You left through the back to avoid comments; Choso had gone by car, so the trip to your house would be short.
Choso was now in your room, right in front of you, just as you had imagined thousands of times.
"Are you nervous?" he asked, so sweetly, so attentively.
"Not really. It's just that I idealized this moment so much that now I don't know where to begin," you admitted.
Choso nodded. He carefully tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, took one of your hands and brought it to his mouth, where he placed kisses on each of your fingers. Choso looked at you tenderly before saying anything, and when he did, it almost made you moan.
"How about starting with that sitting position you mentioned earlier?" he asked casually, his face shifting from innocence to pure lust. Choso put your thumb in his mouth and sucked on it, then circled the tip with his perforated tongue. All this without taking his eyes off yours.
The movements of his tongue on your finger instantly brought heat to your clit. Oh, how you wanted his tongue there. You then pushed him until Choso was sitting on the bed. He looked at you as if he had become a different person, a one hundred percent horny version of Choso.
Your legs were on either side of his waist, while you relentlessly swayed against his erection through his clothes. Choso helped you, pulling you closer and closer, as if it were possible. One of his hands held you in place and the other squeezed your ample breasts. The kiss was messy: bites, sucks, wet noises, whimpers.
"Don't come like that…" Choso pleaded in a loud whimper as he broke the kiss and gripped your waist tightly. "I want to taste you." He continued.
Choso sat you on the bed, then stood up and took off his own shirt. Your teeth caught your lower lip at the sight. That's why his clothes are so loose, Choso is incredibly hot. Nothing exaggerated, but defined. You wanted to drown in that chest, you wanted him to put you in a headlock, you wanted to mark him. Luckily, you had the whole night ahead of you.
Choso knelt in front of you, and without thinking twice, you teased the bulge in his pants with your foot. Choso threw his head back and let out a groan that sent shivers down your spine. How could he be so seductive? You were going crazy. He held your foot in place and thrust against it, rolling his eyes and opening his mouth, letting out a long whimper. His hand moved up to your thigh, pushing it aside to encourage you to open your legs.
Choso's expression would have been pitiful in any other situation, but that puppy-dog face of his was only making you wetter. Choso lifted your dress and groaned softly at the sight of the large wet stain on your panties. He moved his face closer and inhaled, his eyes closing. Choso didn't hesitate for another second before sucking on you through your panties. Your fingers immediately went to his dark hair, gripping it and preventing you from disappearing into pleasure.
"CHOSO… AAH!" your moans echoed through the room along with the wet sound of Choso sucking on your wet pussy. He groaned with each tug on his hair, and the vibration only added to the pleasure. "Ah…don't stop, plea-" another moan.
Choso was extremely skilled, each suck bringing your closer to orgasm.
"You taste so good." Choso murmured, leaving a bite on the inside of your thigh before removing your panties.
"More, Choso… I need more, please…"
Choso took his time, as if he were making out with your slit. But it was when he began to penetrate your tight entrance with his tongue that your eyes rolled back, and just the pressure of the metal of his tongue against your clit made you whimper his name nonstop. Your body trembling and your hips moving involuntarily toward Choso's wonderful mouth.
"Fuck, Choso…mmn." You sighed, coming down from your ecstasy while your fingers still caressed his silk hair.
"You're so fucking hot," Choso said, standing up. His mouth glistened to his chin with your satisfaction.
You pulled him by the belt, you needed him in your mouth as much as you needed him inside you, pushing deep and making you lose your senses. As soon as the belt undid, Choso's pants fell to his feet, revealing the white boxers he was wearing. The bulge there was surreal, accompanied by a stain of precum. You lowered Choso's underwear and his cock sprang out, almost hitting your face. You looked up and there was Choso, his face already contorted in pleasure. He groaned just looking at you in that position, so close to his cock and about to suck it.
Choso's cock was red, sensitive and swollen and… pierced. Your eyes widened in pure lust and disbelief. And then you remembered what Geto had said. He has piercings. You didn't wait another second, your lips parted and your head began to move up and down. The sensation of him in your mouth, filling and throbbing and weighing on your tongue, making you moan.
"Oh my god…ngh-fuuuck!" Choso whimpered. His head fell back and his eyes rolled back. The muscles of his abdomen contracted along with his thighs as you moved back and forth, sucking and stimulating him. You were never a big fan of blowjobs, but Choso was different. He aroused you; you took him to the back of your throat and it wasn't enough. Your tongue stimulated the piercings he had on his head—a small one on the frenulum and two others on the glans. Your hand massaged his balls, and your mouth took Choso to heaven and hell at the same time.
"Ah…ngh- please please please I'm cumming! Fuck-ah ah ah stop!" Choso whimpered shamelessly. His fingers buried in your curls, unsure whether to pull or push you.
Choso's head spun every time your nose touched his pelvis or your tongue circled the piercing that went through the head of his dick. Choso wanted to look at you more, but his eyes kept rolling back. Moans and more moans escaped from deep in his throat; oh, he was about to make a mess.
"Please, please, please—oh my fucking god, ngh! Sucking me so fucking good, sweetheart… oh fuck, I'm gonna cum-ngh..! Let me fill that pretty mouth of yours, please, princess." By this point, Choso was already thrusting wildly against your mouth, without any rhythm.
Saliva dripped down your chin to his balls, but neither of you cared. A thin layer already adorned Choso's pale skin, making him even more irresistible. You didn't respond to his pleas, only took a deep breath and took him once more to the back of your throat, where, with a final moan and some whimpers, Choso reached his orgasm. Filling your mouth with a hot, thick, and slightly salty load. You swallowed quickly, putting it back in your mouth to clean it, receiving a small hiss from Choso, due to the sensitivity.
Choso was panting, glistening. He ran a hand through his hair, tossing it back. And you could come again just from that sight. He carefully and quickly removed your dress, using the fabric to wipe your mouth, chin, and neck.
"You're unbelievable," Choso said as he lay down on top of you.
The kisses returned, calmer, more seductive and intriguing, and full of the taste of both of you. Choso's hands roamed over your body, one holding your neck while the other alternated between squeezing your bare breast and your waist. His hands only concerned themselves with pulling Choso closer; you wanted—needed—more. You wanted to feel more of his body, wanted to hear more of his pained and pathetic moans; you were addicted.
Choso began to suck on your nipple, leaving a trail of bites in his wake. His erection throbbed and wet your belly; you felt the weight, the heat, and your pussy contracted in anticipation.
"Cho… please-ah! I need you inside…" you begged, pulling his hair to force him to look at you.
Choso stared intently at you, his hands already on your waist, squeezing firmly. "What did you say?" he asked. His breathing was as erratic as yours. "What did you call me, princess?" Choso seemed about to lose his mind at any moment.
"Cho, I need you." You said calmly, letting the nickname slide down your tongue. And there Choso felt all his sanity evaporate; he would make you scream that nickname all night long.
Choso slid inside you in a single thrust, making both of you groan loudly and the headboard bang against the wall.
"Again…" he let out in a breathy moan.
Your senses had already given up. Choso was big and thick, and the piercings massaged your walls in the best way possible.
"Ngh-Choso!" You didn't know where to grab onto, the sheets, Choso, or your own breasts, which swayed with each thrust.
"No. Try again." Choso said, his deep voice sounding rough against your face. He grabbed your legs and bent them until your knee was pressed against your breasts. "I want to hear…oh-don't squeeze me like that-fuck!"
"And I thought you were a virgin-ah! S'so deep, Chooo..!"
"Surprised because I know how to fuck?" He laughed.
Choso seemed to go deeper and deeper each time you moaned his name. Your nails left marks on his back and arms, but the only thing that mattered to Choso was your moans and the sight of his cock being swallowed by your swollen pussy. Choso was right, you were surprised. You didn't need to give any advice, you didn't need to teach anything, just surrender and receive all the mind-blowing pleasure that Choso was willing to give you.
You could barely keep your eyes open, completely dumb by how well Choso was fucking you, but whenever you managed to open them you were met with a Choso even more ruined than you: eyes half-open, panting, and with his mouth open, letting out the most delicious whimpers you'd ever heard.
"Taking me so-fuck!… so fucking well." Choso's eyes rolled. "Oh fuckfuckfuck!-ngh… gonna fill ya up soon."
The knot in the pit of your stomach tightened; you wouldn't last much longer either. Choso moved away enough to turn you over on the bed, putting you on all fours for him. "You have no idea how many times I've imagined you like this…" Choso confessed, and then a slap marked your ass, eliciting a long moan from you.
It didn't take long for you to start fucking yourself against him, begging him to thrust inside you again. Choso quickly grabbed your hair, pulling you back before starting to move. Your back arched pornographically as all you could do was moan, cry, and receive Choso's mean thrusts.
The confessions didn't stop; Choso spoke so dirty, all the things he had imagined with you while his glans pounded your cervix. You were on the verge of madness. How could Choso, your Choso, be as obsessed with you as you were with him?
"Please, let me fill this pretty pussy… oh-I'm so fucking…ngh!…close."
You felt the veins of his cock thicken, felt his balls pounding your clit, his fingers marking your waist. You felt Choso everywhere.
"Cho-ngh… gonna cum-oh my god!" Your face sank into the pillow, but Choso would never let you stifle your moans, so your head was quickly lifted, with a gentle tug on your curly hair.
"Ah! Give it to me, Cho… be a good boy and cum inside…" you said breathlessly, mischievously and provocatively. You just knew exactly what you were doing to him.
Choso didn't need anything more. Your makeup was smudged, your eyes moist, your expression of pleasure, and your hair tousled between his fingers. Choso came and came hard, burying himself deeper inside you and moaning in your ear like a slut. You could feel the mess running down the inside of your thighs as you squeezed and collapsed around him.
You both collapsed onto the bed, completely exhausted and satisfied. Choso pulled you to lie on his chest and you spent some time like that, resting and cuddling each other.
"You're a pervert, Choso Kamo," you said, lifting your head to look at him.
Choso smiled slightly, his eyelids heavy. "Are you going to punish me for this?" he asked, and you could already feel his semi-hard cock against your thigh.
"Choso!" you gave him a light tap on the shoulder while trying to hold back a laugh.
It didn't seem like a bad idea, actually. So, in a few minutes you found yourself mounted on Choso's cock, your thighs burning from the effort and your pussy throbbing from the stretch his dick was giving you.
"Having trouble there?" Choso teased.
"How-ngh-how did you get it all in at once?" you sighed, finally taking more than half of it.
"mm… you're doing well." Choso sighed, his head already tilting slightly back.
Choso's hand slid down to the middle of your legs, where he began to caress your clit.
"Come on, go down more for me… you can do it." The words came out drawn out, his voice deep.
You were determined to wipe that smug little smile off his face. Your hands rested on his chest, you moved up to his tip and slowly swayed before going down, taking it all in one go. The burning sensation slowly subsided with the whimpering sound Choso let out.
"Hands up, Cho…" you said, pushing his hands away from your waist, then starting to move along his length.
Your rhythm was tortuous, slow. You swayed with him fully inside, stimulating your clitoris against his pelvis. Choso was already a mess.
"Faster, please…" he begged, his biceps muscles twitching as Choso tried to control himself from touching you.
You ignored him; after all, it was a punishment, wasn't it?
Choso gripped the sheets, his desperate whimpers filling the entire room, and soon you could feel the thrusts coming from below. Choso was thrusting against you, making you bounce on his cock. You literally felt like you were in a rodeo.
Your body leaned forward, your hands holding his above his head and your legs going one on each side of his waist. Your movements quickened, now, in addition to Choso's moans, the sound of skin against skin also filled the room.
Choso's eyes rolled back, he moaned shamelessly, making you contract even more around his thick cock.
"Oh, Cho, y'dick is soooo good-ngh," you moaned, letting yourself be carried away by the pleasurable sensation of having him inside you.
Choso stared at you for a few seconds, completely amazed, before throwing his head back and trembling, ejaculating inside you without warning.
"Oh fuck… don't stop, don't stop, don't-ngh!"
Another vision fulfilled. Choso, sweaty, beneath you, moaning incessantly.
"I'll cum again-ngh-fuck!"
He was so pathetic, letting himself be held and dominated by you while he kept stuffing your pussy with his cum that it became too much for you. You kissed him, a desperate and uncoordinated kiss, where you both moaned each other's names as you came for the third time that night.
"I could die stuffed inside this pussy…" was all Choso murmured before you both fell asleep.
I just read my dms and I LOVE YOU'LL SO MUCH! I'll write your reqs soon, i loved all of them, very criative!
I was having a baad time, but i'm okay now. Missed you guys soo much. I'm very excited to write about dorohedoro again! Season is ouuut
