tears run down my thighs! ★
MDNI 18+ cw: masturbating, face sitting, slight crying (choso), slight overstim, slight edging, handjob, pussydrunk, pervy!choso, slight jealousy, barely proofread.
art creds: mohimohinosiri
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listening to twitter audios through noise cancelling headphones with his face buried in his pocket pussy wasn’t weird, right? it’s basically the same as masturbating.
choso’s mind was clouded. instead it was filled with images of you. imagining the absolute heaven of having his roommates real pussy pressed against his sloppy mouth. his mind reeling trying to decided if you would sound like this audio, or even better.
being part of gojos frat was an experience and a half. being surrounded by cheerleaders and popular girls was his norm. it’s not like he didn’t get hit on, he was a quieter frat brother with dark shaggy hair he styled in those memorable messy space buns. he was slight grunge too- he heard through geto that girls are into that nowadays.
but this fucking girl? he was an absolute wreck for you, and you had no fucking clue.
the way you were friends with almost everyone baffled him. not even in that fake way most popular girls are, you were genuinely that sweet and funny.
the only thing that struck his nerve was whenever the frat king gojo would flirt with you. he was so confident and fucking smug. it almost gave choso the confidence to be less laid back just to have your attention. almost.
at the start of the year, he struck gold got a shared apartment with you thanks to craigslist. he honestly had no clue how he got so fucking lucky, but never second guessed it.
your friends would come over all the time, again you had many. it didn’t bother choso all that much.. but he was kinda jealous that they got the privilege to be so close with you. although you lived together, you only had brief conversations about food shopping, bills, if your outfit looked good. casual shit.
he would always reply with something casual like “yeah i’ll sort it, i got you” or “yeah ur fit looks good, ma. always does”.
well, it sounded more casual in his head.
he found himself regularly (shamelessly) jerking off to you. to the thought of your voice, or when you were laughing in your room on facetime, fuck even to your outfit checks on tiktok. an absolute pervert when he was supposed to be the cool, quiet, laid back guy in the frat.
today wasn’t any different. hand down his grey joggers, pocket pussy pressed against his mouth, porn audios playing through his headphones imagining it was you. he was playing music loud enough on his speaker to drown out the slurping and soft whimpers he let out into the saliva covered pocket pussy. a small, damp patch formed on his joggers from pre cum as the lewd sounds filled his ear canals.
the only thing his mind was you. your clothes that fit so nice, your cheerful bubbly voice, your fucking dangerous eyes. it was all just way too much.
unbeknownst to him, little old you was trotting towards his bedroom at that very second. fashioning a black, long sleeve, short dress, with a cut out on your back that showed off the curve of your spine beautifully.
*knock knock*
you softly knock on his door, but pout slightly when there’s no response.
“choso? can you let me know if this dress is too much for gojo’s party?”
you wait a beat before opening the heavy wooden door.
“like idk maybe it’s too short.. or a bit slut— what the fuck?”
the wide eyed boy completely freezes. the man who has to physically lift up his pocket pussy to see you is completely crimson in the face. frantically stopping the porn audio, his single hand was still shoved down his baggy boxers, the precum stain grown even larger.
the only sounds in the room being katseye playing through his speaker really didn’t help the situation.
fucking spotify recommended songs.
“shiiiit. h-hey ma”. he mumbles bashfully, his cock twitching ever so slightly against his palm.
he decides right then and there he wants to get sucked up by a black hole.
that’s before he took in your outfit.
you weren’t the tallest but your legs looked insane in that dress. you covered them in some sort of body shimmer oil, choso could swear you were actually glowing.
“uh hello??” you wave at him with a nervous giggle, unfortunately cutting his day dream short.
“don’t go to his party. gojo’s”
“cho what the fuck is goin—“
“please y/n. just.. i know i look and sound crazy but i.. just need you here”.
not so laidback and shy now huh?
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“just sit— no- not fuckin hover—“
“cho you might suffocate if you have no air supp—“
“i don’t care— please, just sit on my face ma. properly.”
choso thought he could just act all smug and confident when he got caught. instead, you straddled his clothed cock and kissed him like you were yearning to do so for months.
the kiss was slow and so fucking needy. him grasping at any part of your body he could get a hold of, needy little sounds slipping past his flush lips as he tried to hold back. tongues doing a slow dance against each other, he wished he could freeze this moment forever.
that’s before his hormones got the best of him.
he grasped at the hem of the black, short dress you were wearing with a short and desperate “lift.”
before you knew it, he had effortlessly lifted your hips up, so that you were hovering above his face. panties clearly wet with slick- you couldn’t say that situation didn’t turn you on.
with the gentlest fingers, he pulls your seamless purple thong to the side only for the wind to be knocked out of him.
he stared at your glistening pussy as if he had won some sort of prize. absolutely fucking mesmerised.
without a second thought he whispers, as if he was talking to your pussy herself- “sit.”
after clear hesitation and actual concerns for his oxygen levels, you lightly perch on his mouth, gasping at the warmth.
of course he wasn’t having that.
choso grabs the flesh of your thighs and yanks you down onto his face, earning a surprised yelp followed by soft moans. hands almost painfully digging into your thighs, he greedily laps, sucks and bites your cunt. desperate, needy muffled sounds came from below you, alongside loud slurps and..moans?
you look over your shoulder to see if your ears were deceiving you- why was he the one moaning?
low and behold, choso was getting off to your pussy. hand tightly gripped around his thick, veiny cock, fully palming at his leaking member. his tip was flushed and almost looked like it was throbbing- salty precum oozing out of his cock.
you lift your hips to let him breath, even though he was happy to suffocate (loser). the palming didn’t stop. instead? it got more intense. faster. more frantic.
he was losing control faster than he’d like to admit.
“f-fuck cmon y/n— haah- sit down. you taste s-so mphh! fucking sweet—just how i imagined”.
“like you imagined?” your eyes meet his in question, slight flush still on your face.
“mhm. even sweeter. been wanting- shiiit- been wanting this for so fucking long ma”.
you look at him like he’s just spawned a third eye.
“but— choso your my roommate- we don’t even talk that often! you barely acknowledge m—“
“i jerk off to your instagram. and tiktok. and imagine you when i watch or listen to porn— b-but you sound better- sooo much better.” he rambles as if he’s discussing the weather.
that’s when you plop! sit yourself back down in his mouth. at least that shuts him up whilst you overthink your whole relationship with your roommate.
well, you might well make the most of this.
“you’re— fuck…a weirdo choso” you spout between moans.
“mmm” he groans.
“like really weird. pervert level weird. and pathetic too- you jerk off to my socials?!”
“mmmph- fuck keep going” is whined into your cunt.
this fucking gooner.
you decide to take it just a sprinkle further. your hips shift so you are facing his cock. you reach over and take his throbbing dick into your palm. stroking him up and down, thumb running over his needy, red tip.
slowly. teasing. punishing.
“you’re such a loser for me huh cho?”
“mm! mhm mhm” he whines pathetically.
you continue to grind against his mouth, listening to his little whimpers, moans and whines. he begins to buck his hips up, desperately seeking more friction. you immediately lift your pussy away from his mouth.
“behave.” you spit firmly.
his cock physically twitches at the command.
“m sorry- fuck i’ll be good- i’m so close y/n”.
you look over your shoulder and down to see choso kamo’s eyes pricked with tears. the salty wetness making their make down your thighs, combining with your slick.
what an absolute loser.
you sit back down onto his wet, warm tongue, chasing your high too. you increase your speed around his cock ever so slightly, resulting in a high pitched moan of your name.
“oh god- oh fuck- please ma i need to come- please?” is muffled against your wetness with such a submissive tone you almost don’t believe it was choso that said it. the same laid back, quiet boy who was your roommate and part of gojo’s frat.
“cmon then u little stalker- come for me”.
with that, white, warm streaks are painted across his torso, dripping down your smaller hand. the nastiest, neediest moans of your name fill the small room.
your legs tremble as he sticks his tongue deep into your sopping cunt, the warm muscle sending you over the edge. you come against his tounge as he desperately laps at your folds, urgently sucking at your overstimulated bud.
he needed every single last drop of your sweetness.
eventually you find yourself laying on his larger frame, recovering from the high. black dress still bunched around your waist, a possessive hand gently lingering on your exposed lower back. the atmosphere was serene, a faint scent of sweat lingered in the air, but he seemed so much more relaxed than usual.
“i think i might be slightly obsessed with you ma” choso mumbles ever so quietly, you almost miss it.
“slightly?!”.
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eek i love writing choso ugh! just an idea that ive been thinking bout lols
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