Summary: You’ve had a crush on the emo boy on your campus for awhile now. You always flirt with him in class but he never makes a move until you spot him at a party and decide to take your chance.
WARNINGS: p in v, cream pie, some degrading, sum choso, soft dom choso, eating out, riding, cunnilingus
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Choso is the hot emo boy you’ve been crushing on for months. On the first day of your college class, you saw him, and your heart thumped. He was sitting in the lecture room earbuds in, scrolling on his phone. Not even looking up at anyone else. You sneaked into the seat beside him and promptly introduced yourself.
Quickly he came to know you. You’d come into his work asking him to unlock the jewelry case every time, getting jewelry for your belly button piercing and the cute miniskirts they had. Always flirting with him up at the cash register until his boss yelled at him to get back to work.
“Hi choso!” You always say to him when you sit down in class next to him or pass by him on campus. He’ll mumble a “hi” back, black hair falling over his face, one ear plugged up by his wired headphones. Black leather spiky bracelets decorating his wrists with ripped jeans and a band T-shirt that you can’t read at all what it says.
He looks up surprised you’re still talking to him, “Hm? Oh- uh good,” he coughs his eyes darting around you, the floor, the table, your shoes, the pink sparkly notebook, and pens you have lying on the desk, but never at you, “How was yours?” he attempts mildly at conversation.
“Oh good! I went shopping with some friends and went to this-“ and you continue blabbering on about your weekend and other things, while Choso listens and nods with his other ear delighted in guitar riffs, and screamo music until the lecture started.
Choso thinks your polite hi’s and you're talking to him is actually you secretly making fun of him. Probably giggling and laughing to your friends behind his back about the emo kid who looks scary and depressed. He’s heard it all, and he’s seen your type before, instantly thinking that you thought he was just some loser that you could make fun of.
But he is so so wrong. You have the biggest crush on him. Sure, you are both opposites, you're pretty in pink tracksuits, rhinestones, glitter, and Juicy Couture. He, in black, eyeliner, leather cuffs, ripped jeans, band tees, and chains. You think he is so hot and he just never seems to catch your hints.
Those low-cut tops that have your hot pink bra, poking out all for him to see. You, bending over in front of him while you wore the tiniest skirt you had. The many times you would go out of your way to say hi to him or talk to him. He never sees the signs you throw at him, well he barely ever looks at you. Too nervous, too shy, you’re just too pretty for him to look at.
All because Choso too has a big crush on you. Despite what he initially thinks, your sweetness and bimbo personality win him over. He replays the interactions with you over and over in his mind till it makes him foggy and unable to focus on whatever he is doing. He stalks your Instagram and shamefully strokes his big pierced cock to your photos. Specifically, those bikini ones you took over spring break. And the reason he can't look at you is that he’s too afraid he’ll get a boner, when he makes eye contact with that pretty face, or your big tits spilling out of your bra.
But girls like you don't go for guys like him. Maybe as a joke, or a dare. He’s had that happen before in high school. So he keeps his mouth shut, ignores your advances, and keeps to himself like usual.
Until one night at a party, you spot Choso. Leaning up against the wall alone, red solo cup in hand, piercings shining in the low light, wearing silver chains around his neck and baggy jeans. You tell your friends you’ll be right back and make your way over to him, slipping through all the bodies of people.
Your sweet voice draws his attention up, as you stand in front of him, “Hey,” he immediately looks down, noticing the way you’re dressed. Bedazzled micro denim shorts, hoop earrings, a cute pink crop top, sparkly necklaces dangling in the cleavage of your breasts, and to top it all off a bright pink thong resting on your hips, poking out from your shorts.
You prop yourself against the counter next to him, swirling the drink in your hand, “I didn’t know you’d be here.”
He scratches the back of his head, “Oh-yeah I don’t usually go to these things,” he honestly doesn’t know why he’s here. Some frat guy invited him while he was standing in line at the cafe and was hella bored in his room so he thought why not. And maybe he wished he was gonna expect to see you here.
You giggle, “Yeah I’ve never seen you before at any of the parties,” he shrugs, and awkwardly nods. You smile and move closer to him, “You here with anyone?”
His pierced eyebrow raises and he glances at you, “Um…no- why?”
You smile, “Oh nothing! Was just wondering y’know. I didn’t wanna steal you away from anyone.”
He stammers, and his brows pierce together, “Oh-uh yeah.”
Your gaze falls over him again looking him up and down. He’s got a band tee on like usual, something unscripted you can’t read, like usual, especially with the light fog that envelopes the room. Then you notice his arm, his thick muscly tattooed arm that’s usually covered up by a long sleeve or hoodie.
You let out a little gasp, “I didn’t know you had tattoos!”
“These?“ he points to the ones on his face, slightly confused.
“No! No! The ones on your arm. Can I see them?”
His eyes widen and he is both confused and shocked at the sudden interest in his tattoos, “uh sure.” He holds out his arm and your long acrylic nails reach out and slowly trail up and down his arm, tracing his tattoos, leaving lingering marks that ignite like fire on his skin. His tattoos are a mix of intricate black detail of skulls, quotes, and wisps of ink warping around his arm.
He watches as you rotate his arm back and forth, your big eyes battering and gazing at each one like they were master works of art, and to you they were.
You look up and bat your thick lashes at him, “Yeah, do you have like a sleeve?”
He lifts the sleeve of his shirt and shows the rest of his fully tattooed sleeve, while simultaneously showing off his big bicep and shoulder, making your pussy throb, “I also have a back tattoo and some others.”
You bite your bottom lip and look up at him through your fake lashes, taking your chance now, “Maybe we could go back to your dorm and you show me?”
Choso looks down, realizing what you were implying, and thought he must be getting pranked, but the way you were looking up at him; your tits pressing together, your lashes fluttering against your cheek, your lip caught between your teeth. How could he say no?
You were both now at Choso’s dorm, legs thrown over the expanse of his thighs. Arms around his neck, tits firmly pressed up against his chest. Your tongues inside each other’s mouths, trashing against each other in heated breaths.
“Mhm…” you moan right into his mouth, tongue swirling around his as your pretty pink lip gloss gets smeared all over both of your faces.
You pull off his lips with a pop, a string of saliva connecting them. You run your thumb across his bottom lip, tracing over his snake bites, “Did I ever tell you how cute you are Choso?”
He blinks, eyes wide. His brain is malfunctioning, “Uh…maybe.”
“Well, you are,” you giggle, pressing a kiss to his neck, “So handsome,” your thumb continues tracing his lip. Fingers cascading down to his jaw and neck.
That giggle goes straight to his already hard and throbbing cock. He twitches when your wet plush lips press to his neck, and you move against his lap. He places his hands on your waist trying to still you, so you don’t feel the large tent poking up through his jeans.
“You know I’ve always liked you Choso.”
His eyes go wide and he looks at you drawing his attention away from his boner, “W-what?-“
You pull off of his neck and look at him, “Yeah. Come on don’t tell me that you thought I was just being friendly.”
“I-…I thought you were making fun of me.”
You gasp and throw your arms around his neck, pressing yourself to him even tighter “No! Oh my goodness, why would I do that?”
He looks away, feeling embarrassed now that his feelings are coming to light, “Cause usually girls like you don’t go for- yknow emo guys.”
You let out a prissy little scoff, “So?”
“So I just- thought like you were making fun of me, or it was just all a joke.”
Your lip juts out, putting on a little pout, “You never realized I liked you?”
“No…” he said shamefully, rubbing the back of his neck. His cheeks heat up as your stare settles into him, unraveling him piece by piece till he’s nothing left with his heart open to the world.
You bite the inside of your cheek and look up at him, “Do you like me?” you say softly.
His faint blush turns red, and he can barely bring himself to look at you, “Uh-…yeah. I liked you since you started talking to me that first day of class.”
“And you never said anything?”
He shook his head, “Nah.”
Your pout deepens and you bring his eyes to meet yours, placing a hand on the underside of his chin. He bites on his snake bites, looking into your pretty glimmering eyes that look at him like he’s hung the fucking moon. How can any guy resist you, “You really should’ve…wouldn’t have wasted all this time,” you say tilting your head.
He sighs, and his grip on your waist tightens, “M’sorry.”
You smile and press a tender kiss to his lips, “It’s okay Cho. You can make it up now,” you say in that sultry voice that makes his dick throb. His bulge looks like it’s going to rip a seam in his jeans. Your gaze trickles down to it, unable to ignore the tension of it poking from underneath you, “You want me to help you with that?” eyes wide and big and beautiful, smiling so sweetly. He wanted to cum right there.
You were already moving to undo his belt and jeans. Choso stammers “You- don’t have to, I-“ God why is he selling right now? He mentally curses at himself. You put on that adorable pout again, that's really starting to become a problem.
“Do you not want me to? If not then-“ your long nails scratch up and down his neck, producing a full body reaction, shuddering down his spine.
“No-no I want you to.” He quickly backtracks, eyes wide staring up at you. A desperate look is painted in them, the light in his eyes shining with stars.
You smile, get up off his lap, and start to properly unbuckle his studded belt and throw it to the side, moving to tug his pants and boxers down to his thighs.
He groans as his cock springs out, pretty tip flushed, leaking pre-cum, and black piercings running along the lines of his long thick shaft.
Your eyes widen into the size of dinner plates, mouth morphing into an, “O” shape. You didn’t expect him to be packing all of this.
Your thighs press tightly together, breaths drawn tight, pussy soaking that slutty little thong snugged in between your cheeks.
Choso sputters and clamps up, “If you don’t wanna- it-it’s fine. You don’t have-“
“Oh. my. god,” the words finally find your mouth, each word pounces out like a ball, thumping down on the ground. Choso stares at your face. Eyes glimmering, cheeks flushed, lips curving into a big smile.
“God you’re so big,” You instantly go down on your knees, smiling bright as you wrap your hand around his cock, fingers not even meeting each other to fully wrap around. Choso’s heart drops to his stomach and he sits up, bringing his hands to your face.
“I don’t want to hurt your pretty throat,” Any other time Choso would love to see you take his big cock in your throat, but not now. Now he just wanted to see what was hiding in those shorts. What that thong was snuggled into. God, he can’t count how many times he’s fantasized about kissing, licking, and eating away at your pussy. He can’t wait any longer.
You look up at him all rosy and dazed, blinking confused, “But-“
“Please, let me eat you out,” Your eyes go wide, but not a single complaint comes out of your mouth. You get up off the floor and move to settle in between his thighs as his hands come up to your thighs. He can’t pull away as he watches you tug down those cute denim shorts, discarding them somewhere on his floor.
You give him a little show, turning around and bending over so he can see the way your pussy, and ass eat your thong up between your flesh, “You like that?” You shake your ass right in his face. His eyes follow the jiggle of flesh move from side to side.
“Fuck-“ he mutters under his breath and grabs big handfuls of your ass, spreading your cheeks apart so he can see the hot pink thong soaked in your juices.
He moves your thong to the side and spits right into your hole, watching as the spit glides down your folds. He’s enamored, you’ve got the prettiest pussy he’s ever goddamn seen. Better than any of the pussies he watches online. He sticks a finger in, watching as your hole sucks and clenches around his thick finger.
“So greedy…” He turns you around and motions you closer. Leg propping up on the bed, cunt fully exposed and displayed in front of him like a gourmet meal. He runs two fingers through your slippery folds; cold silver rings catch on your clit, sending shivers through you. His other hand trails up your body, pushing up your crop top over your tits, and squeezing the pad of your bra.
He smiles and clicks his tongue, “Please,” you reach behind you, unhook your bra, and slip it off.
He grins like a puppy having a treat dancing in his face. He hums and squeezes your tit, rolling your nipple between his fingers, “Ah!” You yelp as he pinches your pierced nipple.
“Didn’t know you had these pierced…” he mutters, his eyes unable to turn away from the pretty pink nipple piercings.
You giggle, “Got them done on summer break, aren’t they pretty?”
“Oh…very pretty.” He pinches them again and latches his mouth around one, sucking and lapping his tongue over your pierced nipple while his hand explores your pussy. Two fingers pushing into you, exploring your tight gummy walls that suck in his fingers. You let out a soft slutty moan that makes his fingers curl to that G-spot.
He sucks your tit, feeling the nipple harden in his mouth as he sucks and pulls on it with his lips. He pulls off with a pop, and gives it one last pinch before he gives his full attention to your awaiting pussy that’s gushing around his fingers.
“Fuck-“ he removes his fingers, causing you to whine from the loss of contact. “It’s okay,” he says softly and grabs your waist, bringing you closer, kissing your lower tummy, and midriff.
You feel his mouth inch closer to your heating core. The cold metal of his snake bites, leaving cold tingles to linger on your skin. He presses a big sloppy kiss right to the heat of your cunt, making you whine, and firmly has to plant your foot onto the bed; toes curling into the sheets.
“Fuck you’re so sweet,” he stares up at you with a glaze over his eyes, like he’s induced by the sheer smell and taste of you. Like a man being drunk under a love potion.
“Cho-“ you start, but are cut off by your own loud gasp as he dives into your pussy. Pressing his face fully into you, tongue out, lapping, sucking, and swallowing every ounce of your juices, eating you whole like he’s been starved, and depraved of food. Stupidly greedy and sloppy.
You grab at his hair, trying to steady your balance, pulling and tugging but to no avail to make him let up. He might as well be actually eating you, “Oh my-fuckinggg—shiiiiit!”
His hands tighten their hold on your waist, one hand creeping down and smacking the fat of your ass, making you jolt and your clit bump against his nose.
“Choso baby? o-oh oh my god-“ you whine, his face is covered in you, his nose, mouth, cheeks, and jaw. Your slick even dripping in droplets down to his neck. Your neck creeps up with a beet-red. Cheeks the color of a tomato as you feel embarrassed by how good he’s making you feel. Making you a slutty mess. A knot coils deep into your stomach and you gasp, panicked, “Choso! Choso M’gonna- shit…sto-stoooo I’m gunnaaa c-cum.”
He doesn’t even answer just hums against your cunt and keeps eating, keeping his hold on you, tight and firm to where you can’t squirm or run away. Completely entranced, under the spell of slutty bimbo pussy.
“Shit- I’m-“ you tug on his hair as you fold over. Heat, rising all through your body as you squirt all over his face.
You try desperately to push him away but he latches onto you like a vice. Slurping and gobbling up all of your juices you squeeze out. He moans deep into your pussy, deep rich voice sending vibrations through you. Your hips buck up into his face as he sticks out his tongue, letting you use him as a toy to rub your greedy pussy all over his face. And he couldn’t be happier.
Your legs shake and buckle, barely able to hold yourself up as he continues to slurp you up, now sucking on your clit, watching the way his jaw ticks and slacks.
Finally, you grab his face, pulling him off your cunt, and forcing him to look up at you. And god, it’s the prettiest sight you’ve ever seen. His eyes are hazy with a shimmering filter over them, his lips swollen and red, his cheeks burning and flushed, his entire lower half of his face, and his neck drenched in you.
“You taste so fucking good,” he tumbles out.
A blush creeps up to your cheeks, warmth spreading through your chest. He’s just so sweet, “A-aw thank you.”
He smiles big, looking up at you with those big dark eyes with his pupils in the shape of pretty pink hearts. God you wanted to rub your pussy all over his face again. But you remember his hard aching cock lying on his lap, those black piercings dancing up his shaft just waiting for your gummy walls to slide into.
You lean down and toy with the hem of his shirt, “Wanna see those pretty tattoos you were talking about.”
He blinks, coming back to reality with your sweet sugary voice, and nods. Stripping off his shirt, raising it over his wide back and over his head. You can’t help but gasp when you look and see the expanse of his chest and the rigid lines of abs that decorate his torso. Along with the black inky tattoos that trail up his arms, and over his back, including some that are on his chest and ribs. You feel yourself gush out another flood of slick.
You bring your leg down and place your hands on his chest, pushing him down onto the mattress and crawling onto him. His poor cock so neglected and unused with beads of pre cum leaking from his tip down his Jacob’s ladder, twitching against his thigh.
“God you make me so horny Cho…” you giggle, blushing at the sheer size of his cock. You straddle his hips, his tip nudging at your entrance.
Choso curses under his breath and hesitantly places his hands on your waist. He looks up at you, red creeping up his neck as he looks down at his thick cock just waiting to sink inside you, “Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure!” You say, not fully taking in how big he is.
His eyebrows pinch together, and worry conflicts through his face as you slowly sink onto his cock without another word. He lets out a shrill and low whimper, grinding his teeth together as he feels your tight slippery walls mold around him.
You sink to the hilt, his cock snuggly resting inside you, pulsating and twitching already, “Mmgh- so fuckin’ big-“
His hips stutter and jerk into you by accident, “A-hah I’m sorry m’so sorry…”
You yelp and plant your palms on his chiseled abs, “A-ah! Fuc-“
Choso is about to start apologizing and pull out, when you suddenly smile and start to roll your hips, tipping your head back as you begin to ride him.
And by the stars in the sky. He has to hold on for dear life, eyes wide and panicked, hands gripping your hips as your sugary sweet moans fill the air with your ass harshly smacking down onto his pelvis.
“Fu-cckk…” he groans low at the base of his throat, messy dark hair covering his forehead and sticking to his sticky cheeks from your arousal.
You’re a damn sight to see as you ride him, tits bouncing up and down, those pink nipple piercings taunting him. Back arched and legs on either side of him, ass smacking down and jiggling with each bounce. And your pretty face in ecstasy at the movement of your hips slurping up his cock, “O-oh it feels so’good- mm’good.”
His cock hits right into that G-spot, brushing against your cervix making your eyes roll back without command. Cock so big you feel that stretch that has your legs already shaking and pussy quivering.
“Am I-hurtin- you?” He asks, but your whole body language is the exact opposite of being in pain. You’re in sheer bliss.
“N-no not at all, your cock feels-so good…so’good I-fuckin love it,” He smiles shyly.
From your view, Choso also looks like he’s completely intoxicated. His pupils are blown out, getting completely drunk on the feel of your tight pussy around him. The sight of a bimbo doll like you riding him, and to top it all of the sound of your precious moans filling the room. So loud and sweet. His dorm floor is absolutely going to kill him.
Your pornographic moans make his cock twitch with each one that tumbles out of your throat. Sweet syrupy moans just like your voice like perfection in a bottle. He wants to have them on video, so he can play them over and over.
It’s almost all too much for him, you’re riding him soooo good, like such a greedy slut. Desperate for his big cock, letting it fuck right into your cervix, “S-shit.”
Your dumb fucked out mind grinds and gears, gearing a shift that only opens up your legs more. You plant your feet on the bed and use his body like a board to slam your pussy down onto him.
“Fa-fuck!” He moans, tightening his grip on your hips to the point where his knuckles go white. He gasps, reduced to whining and sputtering helplessly as the new angle and pace heighten his senses, “I-I can’t! M’gonna- Slo-slow dow-“
You whine and pout, shaking your head, “No you can do it babyyy, please? B-be good for me-a-and take this pussy.”
He groans and throws his head back, eyes rolling into his skull. He nods, “O-oka- okay…”
You smile and blow a kiss at him, making him melt, “You feel s-so good, having your big cock fuck me…mm d-don’t cum yet okay?”
His head lolls to the side and gives a small nod. He looks down and groans at the part where your bodies interlink. There's a thick gush of cum creaming his cock, each bounce sending sputters of it, plopping onto his thighs and your ass, “M’god you’re such a-whore…creamin- me so’much.”
You let out a shrill chuckle and clamp down on his cock, feeling the cold, hard piercings against your walls, “Mm am I a whore Cho?” You run your nails down his chest, sending shivers down his spine, making his hips buck up into you.
“Y-yes yes your suc-gh a fuckin whore- riding me so good…holy shit. Y-you’re so good at this,” he pants, “O-oh…your- squeezing me, ah-hah-“ his breath hitches between words.
He nods vigorously, squeezing your hips, “Y-yes oh shi-shit M’gonna cum-“ He whimpers loudly, unabashedly.
You lean down and give him a brief kiss on the lips before you lean back up, “I wan-t you- haha to cum insiiideee…me-“, you say pushing down on his hips.
He’s sputtering moans and whimpers out from his mouth, whining at the restraint of his hips, “b-but-“
“W-want your creamy cu-m to f-fill me up.”
His eyes go half lidded, mouth a gap, muscles tensing, unable to pull out “g-gonna c-cum inside you…”
Your hands slip and he bucks up, slamming into you with a deep sloppy thrust that makes his cum shoot right into your womb. You clamp your legs around him and throw your head back, letting him fill you up to the brim with his cum. He grabs your waist and starts fucking you back onto his cock, prolonging his orgasm and producing yours. “C-Cho m’fuck! T-too much!”
You gasp as you feel yourself cum and spasm over his dick, legs shaking and trembling, pussy clamping tightly around him, making him let out a loud pathetic whimper.
Choso’s head dances in circles round and round till he’s too dizzy to think. Slowly he pulls you to him, slipping out of you with a quench. His cock and thighs are now covered in creamy white cum, his piercings non-existent in the layer of white that coats him.
You both pant, heads dizzy. Bodies shaking, and coming down from the extensive high. He tucks you into his chest, wrapping his big arms around your waist and another just below your ass.
His voice is shaky as he looks down at you, “Y-you okay?”
You bring your head up, tilting your head to the side to look at him, “Oh, I’m more than okay.”
He sighs, bringing a hand to your head and stroking your hair, “So…y-you actually like me?”
“Yeah…I literally sat by you every day, always say hi when I see you, and come into your work almost every week-“
“But…am I even your type?”
You tilt your head, that little brain of yours racking in confusion. “Well, what does that matter?”
Choso thinks maybe you didn’t understand his question so he reforms it, “Are you into me-?”
“Choso. I literally just let you eat me out, bounced on your cock, and let you cum inside me.”
He stills, his ears turning pink. Okay, maybe he’s the dumb one, “Yeah, good point,” embarrassment filling his face.
You laugh and kiss his cheek, “Next time can I suck your dick? I wanna feel what those piercings are like on my tongue,” you say with a mischievous glint in your eye.
You nod, smiling placing a hand on his chest, “Yeah. Next time.”
