cockwarming w/ nerdcho butā¦ heās down bad Ė . ź· š° .
cw: fem!reader, sub!nerdcho, cockwarming, whole lotta dialogue, slapping, overstimulation, collage au!, tutor!choso, mdni 18+ [pt1]
āpleaseājust move a little bitā¦ā thereās a hint of desperation in his voice and the pencil in his hand trembles as he attempts to write another number in the equation heās soooo focused on solving at this moment.
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after the last time choso ātutoredā you he wasnāt exactly hard to figure out. quite frankly, heās a complete idiot. he doesnāt talk much and every social cue flies over his head.
unlike you.
open about the things you like, while no one has a clue about him besides the fact that heās at the top of his class. mysterious much, huh?
after classes ended you found yourself at chosoās door, brimming with excitement. today was the day you received your test scores back, all the hard work he put into helping you study paid off and you wanted to tell him.
and when he opened the door to his dorm room, holy fuck. you swore you were looking at a completely different person. his hair scuffed up as if he just got out of bed and his sweats hanging low, boxers visible. he might as well be naked. only thing telling you otherwise was the warm light of the desk lamp and pulled out desk chair.
you couldnāt help but grin when you held the paper up to him, overflowing with joyā waiting to hear what he had to say.
he pushes up his glasses onto the bridge of his nose, giving you an eye smile. āiām proud of you.ā his expression was warm and you knew it was genuine. āyou did really well this time around,ā he exclaimed.
at this point youāre practically vibrating with excitement, rambling about how this was your highest test grade this semesterā he listens.
āthank you, chosoooā you coo at him, dragging his name off your tongue too long, it almost gave him a sense of deja vu. pulling him into a hug, you realize he didnāt expect it when he took a few seconds to fully relax in your embraceāthatās when you felt it. something hard, fat, thick, poking against your lower stomach.
āchoso?ā you giggle as your eyes shoot down to look at his pants giving himself away without words.
āiām sorry, itās not like thaāā
ālet me help you. itās okay, choā
ānonoāiām sorry! i really need to f-finish my homework. I didnāt mean for this to happen, i-i donāt want you toālike, think thatālike, i only want you t-toāā
ābut, i want to help you.ā you pout.
ām-my homeworkāitās due tomorrow.ā his hands move on its own to cover his face out of embarrassment. poor baby.
āyaāknow, youāre good at multitasking, right chosooo?ā
youāre starting to think this dude's got a thing for himself with the way he gets off on the way you say his name. and heās starting to think youāre torturing himā knowing how to make him break character, turning him into a loud mess unlike the person he tends to think he is.
cockwarmingā¦ heās never tried it. well, letās be honestā¦choso hasnāt tried much at all. the most heās ever done was have sex at least once in his life. boring, missionary, blah blah blah. then again, it was probably luck when his brother dragged him to a party once, he swore heād never go back to another one. but now that youāre around, it seems youāve introduced him to things he never knew could send his consciousness to another planet.
so, when heās sat at his desk, your weigh fully onto him, he melts.
his face flushed and the heat of his body pouring onto you as his brain tries to focus on the sheet of paper heās tasked to finish.
trying to finish his homework with the warmth of your leaky cunt soooo snug around his cock. he didnāt think it was too bad for the first 5 minutesāyet, when your head rests right by his ear and he listens to the way your breathing starts to pick up every few minutesā¦ he becomes greedy with the want to hear you tell him how good he is, just like last time.
āpleaseājust move a little bitā¦ā thereās a hint of desperation in his voice and the pencil in his hand trembles as he attempts to write another number in the equation heās soooo focused on solving at this moment.
āmh-mmhā you hum. ānot until youāre finished.ā
he groans into the crook of your neck, eyes off his paper and theyāre closed shut. his hand is still trembling to hold up the pencil, like heās going to cry if you donāt plan on moving anytime soon.
āā¦please?ā he breathes against your neck. his fingers slipping down to your hips. his sorry attempt to hold back the urge to buck his hipsā just to relieve the ache of his twitchy tip against your walls. his breathing starts to spiral with just the thought of you moving in the slightest
depriving him of that pleasure, you shake your head ānoā and he whimpers. desperation fully laces through his voice and heās almost crying with need. his lips start to trail onto your neck, soft kisses filled with persuasion is how he begs when he canāt bring his eyes to.
āfocusā¦ā you hiss. he lets out a groanāhalf growl almost, he doesnāt take his lips off you. his teeth sink into your neck only to leave little bruises to remind you tomorrow, āchoso was hereā.
āi-I canāt do thisā his lips are swollen and glossy with you. āplease, moveā he pleads, again. āi need to hear youāpleaseātalk to me.ā you canāt help smiling. the sadistic part of you enjoying the way he begs when heās denied when he wants more.
his lips making its way up, kisses on your cheek before his lips crash onto yours, hungrily. exchanging his breath with yours like heās never kissed someone a day his life, his lips sloppy. itās even worse when he feels the slight brush of your tongue against hisā his cries muffled by your lips before he pulls off his slicked lips from yours.
āpleasepleasepleaseāitās t-too much. sāwarm, i-i need to feel youā heās starting to almost frustrate you, he just wonāt listen, but you canāt say you arenāt enjoying this, at least untilā¦
heās looking up at you with drool trickling down his chin from the side of his lips and he canāt shut his mouth. āahhāfuckājust a littleāplease.. moveā he begs you with no regard for how thin the dorms walls are.
your hand twitches, āā¦finish the equation, or I wonāt move, choā you compromise, but heās greedy.
āpleaseālet meāā you feel the sudden movement of his hips pushing into you and your hand moves on instinct with a loud slap!
he lets out a loud moan, making the gasp that left your mouth sound anything but loud. his tongue presses against his cheek where a red mark appears on his face. the stinging of your palm reminding you of what you just did.
āchoso! iām so sorryāā you panic, placing your hand onto the spot where you struck him. āare you okaāā then you feel the heat pooling underneath you, his hips pulsing up, cock twitching inside of you and the muscles in his thighs tensed. he actuallyā¦ just came.
āchoso, did you just cum?ā itās a sticky mess between the two of you, his cock still nestled so deep between your folds. his breath shutters, his chest heaves, and his tears spill.
āthankyouthankyouāfuck!ām-more..pleaseā he whines, chest heavy like he wonāt be able to breathe without it.
he enjoys this?
he paints corruption at itās finest so painfully beautiful.
a/n: after this, I must not be right in the head. nerdcho hate to see me coming. more like this! į„«į”
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