Choso gets off to Toji fuckin’ you next door
cw: explicit, creampie, perv!choso listening to u get railed.
Cho is such a fucking perv. He’s pressed against the thin dorm wall like a fucking addict, one hand shoved down his sweatpants, the other braced flat against the cold plaster. The wall is so thin he can hear everything.
Because next door the wet squelch of your pussy echoing through the wall like it’s happening right in front of him. He can picture it so clearly it hurts. You on all fours, back arched, ass up while Toji grips your hips. “Fuck—Toji—right there—ahh—”
Choso’s cock twitches hard in his fist the second he hears you moan Fushiguro’s name again. His grip tightens, thumb smearing the steady leak of precum over the flushed head as he strokes faster, shame burning in his chest.
He knows he should stop. He knows this is pathetic. But he can’t. Not when he can hear your pretty little moans and whimpers from his room next door. “Shit… shit—” he whispers to himself, voice trembling.
He shouldn’t be getting off to this. He really, really shouldn’t.
But Toji’s next thrust must hit deep because your moan is exactly the way it used to when Choso first fucked you. Except this one is louder. “Oh! F-fuck—h-harder, p-please. Hnngh f-feels s-so good!” You whimpered as Choso strokes faster, his breaths turn into soft pants.
Toji bullys his cock faster into your wet cunt. “Yeah? You like that, baby? Taking my cock like a good girl—listen to how wet you are for me.”
Choso whimpers as his hips jerk forward into his own hand like he’s the one buried inside you, thick cock throbbing painfully as he pictures it: pussy wet and swollen, Toji’s hips snapping against your ass. Another moan from you, “Ji—nghh—harder—”
Choso’s eyes roll back as knees buckle a little and he has to lean more of his weight against the wall. His strokes turn sloppy, frantic and the wet schlick of his fist barely audible under the obscene sounds from next door.
He can hear the exact moment Toji changes angle—your gasp pitches up into a desperate cry, the bedframe banging harder against the shared wall. “Hnngh—fuck—yes—!” You moan so prettily it makes Choso’s balls draw up tight.
He’s leaking so much it’s dripping down his knuckles now, cock flushed dark and ready to come. Every time you moan for Toji, Choso’s hips twitch like he’s trying to fuck the wall, chasing the same rhythm.
He cums with a strangled, embarrassingly loud whine, thick ropes spilling over his fist and onto his stomach in messy pulses. His hips keep twitching, hand still working himself.
Through the wall he hears Toji groan satisfied, followed by your soft, fucked-out laugh and the wet sound of a lazy kiss. Choso stays slumped against the wall, chest heaving, cum cooling on his hand and the paint, face burning with humiliation and leftover pleasure. His spent cock gives one last weak twitch in his messy palm.
He’s such a fucking perv… and he already knows he’ll be right back here tomorrow night when Toji fucks you again.
a/n: perv Cho is my FAVORITEEE