Disclaimers - Lost of virginity, fingering, reader lives with her parents, i don't imagine this having a huge age gap but you can imagine.
A/n - Second time writing smut, I meant for this to be longer, but writer's block. I had emo Choso in mind.
summary; admist a cuddling session between you and your boyfriend, you tell him youre ready, ready to get fucckkkedd.
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"Cho." You mutter in his ear. You watch his eyelids open up immediately and look at you."Yes, baby?" he inquires, his hand rubbing circles on your back.
Shit.
You didn't realise how hard it would take you to say the words. A bit of regret filling in you as you literally woke up your boyfriend to make love, but not even tell him.
"take your time." Choso tells you. His dark eyes, eyeliner tracing the outline of his eye, was clearly trying to analyze what you could possibly say. His innocent, sweet, and smart girlfriend that chose him — an annoying, emo boy. You purse your lips and swallow a lump in your throat.
"Can we... have sex?"
Your words hang in the air of your bedroom for what seems to be a million years before he responds.
"You sure, princess?”
Pathetically quick, your head nods. A small smile forms on his lips. "'Kay, baby, lay down on your back." He orders, getting up as you turn to lay on your back. He immediately kisses you, his tongue entering your mouth and tasting and savoring the sweet taste. His calloused hands snakes underneath your shirt, rubbing your squishy skin with his digits. You can feel the coldness of the sliver ring he wore on his pinky finger. It seemed he was trying to rememberize every inch of your skin.
You wrap your arms around Choso's neck. His fingers fiddle with the waistband of your jammies. Choso's lips leaves yours and you take big, deep breath to regain your breaths.
Choso leans close into the crook of your neck and whispers, "Princess, can I?”
You nod, and he rips off your shorts aside with your panties. His eyes widens with something so... new. Something so hungry and full of desire. A victorian man looking at a woman's ankles.
“Shit, princess. You're so wet.” He coos in your ear, his hot breath tickling your neck. Choso’s eyes were hyperfixated at your pussy, focused for too long before he did something. His thumb dragged slowly over your lips, teasing your virgin pussy.
You moan, leaving Choso with a devilish smirk. “Gon’ fuck you, so bad, princess.”
“My parents’ might come home.” You tell him, spreading your legs subconsciously.
“I'll be quick.” He hasilty replies before sliding two fingers into your needy pussy, curling his fingers and pumping it in. Whiney moans escape your lips. If this is what sex felt like, you needed it everyday and every time you breathe.
Choso shifts his head closer into the crook of your neck, leaving wet and sloppy hickeys there. You know the hickeys won't be simply covered by concealer or foundation. “Look at how cute you are, princess. So tight around my finger.”
The ecstasy rumbles and swirls in your stomach, your moans becoming more needy as you try telling your boyfriend, “f-feels weird…”
He smiles and he rubs the spongey part of your pussy faster and harsher. “You're gonna cum?” Choso asks, his smile becoming more wicked the more he watches you squirm around. You nod, finally letting the ecstacy pool out of your stomach; an white slime coming out of your pussy.
"You did amazing, princess." Choso tells you as he places kisses all over your face.