Imposter Syndrome - C.K.
Synopsis. 8010âDOKI-DOKI-GF: Are you a complete nâ utter nerd that just canât seem to find a girlfriend? Have you lied to your family and told them that youâre seeing someone (when you really arenât)? Do you need to save face at the next family dinner before your uncle makes fun of you until the end of time? Well, call our hotline NOW to access Tokyoâs #1 rent-a-girlfriend service! Choso Kamo, unfortunately, is all of the above.
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem!rentaI girIfriend!reader, nerd!Choso Itadori family shenanigans, meeting the family, fake dating, UncIe Kuna is MEAN, theyâre onto youâŠ, getting kicked out of restaurants, Iove hotels, vĂrgin!Choso, first times (his), PĂSSYDRĂNK CHOSO, making him crawI, oraI (f + m), fĂngering, spĂtting, bĂting, p taIking, scientific taIk HAHA, commands (from you), crĂ©aming his pants, making him cĂșm earIy, multiple oâs (him), MAJOR overstĂm, pĂĄnty-snĂffing, rĂding, making him whĂmper, making him cry, somewhat gĂĄgging (him), teaching him, creampĂes, sIight cĂčmfIation, implied marathon, getting together, happy ending, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 12.0k
A/N. HEHEHEH-
ââIâm so happy youâve found your person, ChoâŠâ Itadori Jin coos- tearing up.
âP-papa, people are staring.â Choso huffs, spooning the syrupy-sweet cherries on his sundae over to Yujiâs.
âI know, I know.â Jin bats a hand, not-so-discreetly dabbing underneath his eyes using his sweater. âItâs just- your uncle and I were getting so worried, yâknow?â He gestures at his younger twin brother next to himâlooking comically buff in that pretty pink ice cream parlor seat. Jin had chosen this place. âAnd although we didnât lose hope-â
âWhoâs we?â Sukuna snorts.
âI uhâŠwell.â Jin adjusts his glasses and looks over at Itadori Wasuke - currently scooping out his own cherries to flick into the neighboring tableâs cups when they werenât looking. âFather and I didnât lose-â
âI did.â Wasuke looks squarely at his oldest grandson, âNo offense, kid- but I bet „400 that youâd die alone.â
Sukuna nods seriously, âI bet „20,000.â
To which youâre finallyâŠreaching over to intertwine your fingers with Chosoâs.
âŠChoso drops his cherries.
And youâre letting out such a sweet, sweet giggle - even sweeter than the linger of cherries on his tongue - before you duck underneath the table to help him pick them up.
Choso was already on his knees crawling after those damn cherries- and all it takes is a single glance at your face oh-so-close to his, in such short proximity, for him to joltâand bang his head against the underside of the table. So hard that the glasses clink against one another, and Wasuke groans as he misses in his valiant cherry canons.
So loud that half the parlor stares at your little table.
âOh no.â Youâre reaching out in concern as Choso rubs his achinâ head. âHoney, are you-â
âI-Iâm fineâ!â Choso turns his face away - and the only things you could make out were the frames of his chunky glassesâŠand the burning red on the tips of his ears. Blushing. Though youâre not convinced, and once you get a little closer- heâs waving you off more fervently than ever. âI promise, I promise! I can handle itâŠbabe.â
You quirk a brow - âIf you say so, sugarplum.â
He almost jolts once more- too much�
However, before youâre thrusting yourself once more into the stratosphere of emotional fathers (at least, one of them) and glowering uncles, you inch yourself closer to the nerve-wracked man - as quick as a flash. And then youâre pressing your lips to his right cheekâjust a graze, just a peck.
But itâs enough for Choso to yelp-
And bang his head against the table once again.
âEasy there, tiger.â Youâre giggling at him, âI need you in one piece.â
âN-need meâŠâ Choso whispers to himself- perhaps thinking that you wonât hear.
And itâs a small mercy that youâre handing to him - pretending that you didnât hear that. Instead, youâre throwing yourself back into your seat, and presenting your most-practiced smile at Chosoâs eavesdropping family members.Â
In little-to-no time, Chosoâs popping back up and plopping all those floor cherries into Sukunaâs black coffee. The older man swears.Â
Jin covers the seven-year-old Yujiâs ears.
And then your boyfriendâs excusing himself hastily to the bathroom. Leaving you alone with them.
Unsure how to proceed, thereâs a few minutes of silence before youâre speaking first. âQuite the lovely place, isnât it?â
âYes- yes.â Jin snaps out of his little reverieâheâd been watching over your interaction with such unabashed pride. Such loving nosiness. Out of all the fathers of clients that youâd happened to meet, you think he might just be your favoriteâŠHe beams. âIâm so glad you like it, dear. I mean- the first girl that Choâs introducing us to-â
âThe only one.â Sukuna coughs.
â-I just knew I had to impress. I picked this one specifically because it advertised itself as a place thatâs both family-friendly and open to coup-â
âSo you met the wimpâŠhow again?â Sukuna interrupts. And he ignores the look that Jin throws at him.
âSix months ago at university.â Chosoâs finally finished up at the bathroom, within earshot of the table. He takes his seat right next to you.Â
âI hope you washed your hands.â You whisper to him.
âOf course, I did.â
The two of you had already repeated this tried and true story at the very start of your introductions. And it was clear that Sukuna was fishing for somethingâŠmore.
You make a show of reaching for Chosoâs hand on top of the tableâintertwining your fingers with his. They were fingers much longer and thicker than yours- that you might not have expected. The most sensual calluses from what you assume to be turning pages of books. The softest touch nevertheless.
You squeeze his hand and shoot him a simpering smile.
Itadori Jin just about faints.
Sukuna scoffs at his overdramatic older brother, âSâthat soâŠ?â He then crosses his tattooed arms, âYou donât seem like the type to like ah- biology and hemorrhages.â
âItâs biology and hematology, uncle Ryo.â Choso answers crossly, âAnd no- we met in the campus library.â
Then youâre the one to pipe up. âCho here- oh, sorry, Choso-â
âCall him whatever you likeâ!â Jin cries.
As his brother attempts to wrangle him back into his seat, you smile appreciatively and continue. âCho here was the one that helped me find a textbook Iâd been searching for for weeks.â Just to add a little flare to it, youâre squeezing his hand once more and staring deeply into his big, beautiful brown eyes when you speak. âHe knew even better than the librarian! And he was just so nervous- stuttering and- and did I tell you that he almost tripped over himself handing me that book?â
Jin, so very interested in your story, shakes his head aggressively.
Meanwhile Sukuna merely rolls his eyes- though you note that he and Wasuke donât interrupt you for a second.
âYeahâŠthat was when I knew.â You conclude. Patting lovingly at his arm, âAnd of course, it did take a few weeks of being friends for Cho here to finally build up the courage. But he did manage to ask me out in the endââ
Sukuna raises one mean, coral-pink brow.
And youâre elbowing your boyfriend.
â-didnât you, honey?â
It was rather difficult to convince your boyfriendâs family of the story of you two meeting- especially when your boyfriend himself looked as though this was his first time hearing itâŠChoso kept an expression of sweet euphoriaâsomething soft. Like he was watching a romantic movie play out.
One that was starring in- and you needed him to say somethingâŠ
âHuh? Yes?â Choso blinks- sense coming back to him. âO-oh, yes.â
And then he straightens up.
Possessively placing his hand on top of yours, âI saw her and I justâŠknew she had to be mine-â
âSee now, that where yer lying.â Sukuna leans over the table with a devilish smile- pointedly ignoring his brotherâs swatting. âThereâs no world in which Kamo Ultimate Loser Chosoâhad his first kiss with a biology textbook, asked out the high school lab skeleton before any real person - would be the one asking you out.â
Youâre stiffening as he points at you.
âAre you just someone heâs paying to lie? Because whatever heâs paying, it surely canât be enough-â
Youâre plastering on your smile, âIf by âpayâ you mean love and cherish me then-â
âThen I know my nephew would no sooner woo a damn lab rat than a real person.â Sukuna scoffs, crossing his arms and falling back into his seat. âEspecially one so pretty.â
Jin looked tense- and heâd forgone swatting at Sukuna underneath the table to now openly pinching his bicep. Still, the pain seems to do nothing to bate his suspicion.
âMore sundaes, everyone? More sundaes?â Jin asks in a strangely high tone.
The only ones unaffected at the table was Yuji currently plucking at his sundae cherries, and Wasuke who stared at them with the internal debate as to whether or not he should fling those at the neighboring table, too. You almost wanted him toâanything to distract from the terseness that had suddenly taken over.
And to your surprise - itâs Choso whoâs the first one to speak. âWhy, uncle RyoâŠâ Those doe-like eyes of his narrow into an expression youâve never seen made by the sweet, sweet boy thus far. â-jealous?â
Sukuna startles- âThe hell did you s-â
âDagnabbit I almost had it this time-â Wasuke gives up on considering and swipes one of Yujiâs overabundance of cherries to throw into their neighboring tables glass. Itâs a hole in one.
âGrandma, do that againâ!â Yuji squeals and claps his hands.
âHuh, where? Iâm grandpa-â
âEverybody silence!â Jinâs voice raises above than the rest - and into every corner of the ice cream parlor. Echoing. He hadnât realized it in the heat of the moment, but he found himself standing as he stopped the chaosâand rushed to sit down after some apologetic bows at the wider population being subjected to the catastrophe that wasâŠtheir family.
And his next apology is directed at you. âMy dear, I cannot tell you how sorry I am-â Now instead of pinching Sukuna, he outright gives the man a brotherly smack upside the head. Unafraid of doing so; Jin makes it hard enough that even Ryomen Sukuna winces. Now you understand how he kept his title shining as older brotherâŠâ-that I am related to a bunch of buffoons, and Yuji.â
âYuji has been quite the distinguished gentleman.â Youâre nodding at Yuji and his ice-cream-covered grin. âBut itâs alright, Mr. Itadori. Honestly- promise I wasnât offended by anything said.â
Your hands have seemed to find a permanent home in Chosoâs - at least for the time being - and you squeeze his.Â
âI understand that youâre just ah- cautious as the first girl to meet you like this butâŠI get it. Really.â Jinâs expression just seems to melt as you keep speaking. âCho really is someone special to me. And I want to protect him, too.â
Next to you, you hear Choso suck in a shaky breath.
âReally? And you truly promise that it hasnât been too much?â He probes with shining eyes. âRyo here can get a little too mouthy-â
âHey!â Sukuna startsâthen immediately winces as Jinâs fingers twitch towards him again.
âPlease do forgive him- itâs in his nature.â
âAbsolutely promise. And I donât hold anything against Mr. Sukuna, either.â You knew to hit juuuust where it mattered - and referring to Sukuna using such a title made the man straighten in his chair a little. âChoso did warn me that his family might be a littleâŠexcited. But to be honest with you, I always have had a soft spot for big, loud families.â
âWellâŠâ Jin blushes happily, before reaching across the table and shaking your hand. âYou may call me Jin, if youâd like. And Iâd like to welcome you into our big, loud family.â
âIâm so honored- thank you.â
âThe honor is all ours.â
âOh no, itâs ours.â
Sukuna glances at Choso and scoffs. Underneath his breath, âThatâs as long as that wimp has paid for-â
The table rattles as Jin kicks him underneath it. âThe honor is all ours. Isnât itâŠyounger brother?â
âYe-yesââ Sukuna wheezes. His large hand comes slamming down- merely something to hold onto his dear life for. âWelcome to the family, girl.â
You beam like itâs the happiest day of your life.
Head rested on Chosoâs shoulder, and your head nodding at the flow of conversation. âThis is cooler than the Turritopsis dohrnii.â He breathes.
Save for the brief hiccup earlier- youâd consider your first meeting with Chosoâs family to have gone swimmingly. And sure, perhaps Sukuna held the faintest inkling of suspicion that what the two of you had was a ruseâbut heâd been shot down almost immediately by Jin.
And thank goodness for that.
âLetâs celebrate by getting the double double heart-shaped cones- oh, I wonder how they get them into that shape?â Jin hums. âAnd then I want chocolate chips, dipped in the bubblegum drizzle and- oh, hello.âÂ
He beams as their server nears the table.
âI would like-â
âSir, weâve been getting complaints of cherries being flung into peopleâs glasses and weâre going to have to ask you to leave.â
âOh.â
Because of courseâŠRyomen Sukuna had been completely correct.
As the group gets up to leave - perhaps to another diner downtown or so - youâre refusing to let Jin apologize. And youâre still holding onto Choso as though he was the dreamiest boyfriend in the whole wide world, and you were the luckiest girlfriendâas dreamy as he may beâŠyou werenât the girlfriend heâd been dating for the past five months.
In fact, you werenât his girlfriend at all.
In fact, youâd only met two hours prior.
You were #1 Rental Girlfriend in all of Tokyo. And this time, youâd been hired to save face at a family get-together.
Of course, it wasnât the first time that youâve had to pretend your way through such a predicament - more people than one would think had less and less time for love. Especially not in this day and age. Especially not when work and responsibilities latched onto you like a starving tick, and though its blood supply might be modest at first, it only grows hungrier and hungrierâgreedier, until youâre bone-dry. Bone-dry. Bone-dry. And it still feeds- whatâs next? The bones and all?
And society still looks at you with the same standardsâyes, the parasiteâs gotten bigger, but why are you so frail?
And before you know it, youâre hiring a rental girlfriend to prove to your parents that yes- you can still be a functional and well-balanced adult still!
This was exactly why you continued being a rental girlfriend.
Itâd started out as a side-job during your first year of universityâyour friends were all getting partners or throwing themselves into their studies. And you needed something fulfilling to pass the time.
Then, your best friend suggested getting a part-time job.
Youâre sure she didnât mean as a rental girlfriend.
But you couldnât help it - itâd been the first advertisement for Hiring thatâd popped up once youâd searched online!Â
And it was meant to be for a few weeks initially- really, you hadnât planned on continuing this career for so long. Let alone making it a sort of career.Â
That morning, youâd opened up your approved application for Doki-Doki-Girlfriend and determinedly made your way to the interview section - promising yourself that youâd run at the first sign of anything off. The interview was being held at the Doki-Doki headquarters: this pretty pink-colored building in downtown Akihabara that had formerly been a host club. Itâd been dimly-lit and draped in old perfume and even older sex.Â
Though youâd been nervous the first time you entered, youâd been quickly taken by the Doki-Doki ownerâTsukumo Yuki.
The first thing she asked you was what your type in men was.
And when youâd answered - through your shock - that it was the shy, stuttering type- she laughed that that was about 95% of their clientele. So youâd be lucky, perhaps.
Yuki, as she insisted you call her, explained to you the ins and outs of being a rental girlfriend. To smile. To simper. To be sweet but not overly so.
To never let them pressure you into anything. They werenât the type of rental business that offered other sorts of services.Â
What people were searching for above all was a connection- for at least this brief moment in time. And the both of you would understand this transaction: it was the fantasy of a human bond that you were selling, and they were buying. It was your time. It was your emotional investment.
But laterâŠyou would come to genuinely connect with most of those you worked with.
After that interviewâwhich you passed with flying colors, you spoke with some of the other girls working there and decided to continue with the job opportunity. Much to Yukiâs delight, whoâd taken a liking to you almost immediately. After that was the training period - during which you accompanied some of the other rental girlfriends on their dates.
You were introduced to some as their friendâand as many guys as expected were actually flattered to be seen with two âgirlfriendsâ in public.Â
You took notes on conversation topics. You watched their behaviours.Â
You understood how theyâd change their approaches according to the needs of their clients, and you absorbed it all.
After a few weeks of observation, you were finally added to the roster of rental girlfriends to go on your own dates.Â
You just didnât expect to shoot to the top of the ranks.
#1 in Tokyo.
Perhaps one of the Top 5 in the entire countryâonly three years after starting, in your fourth year of university.Â
The clients adored you.
They draped you in gifts. They went on repeat dates - spending extra just for a minute of your time, though you often refused the additional amounts. Of course, there would be no funny business (and this was something you made quite clear within the first few minutes of meeting a new client). And excluding one or two unsavory clients that were quickly blacklisted from Doki Doki, youâd grown rather fond of your regulars.
There was the older woman whoâd practice speaking to women through you- for when she planned on getting her first girlfriend. There was the excitable college student who tested out date spots with you. There was the pensioner who wished to take a monthly stroll through the park, simply talking about their day.
It was the feeling of belonging amongst strangers. Connecting with people you never could have imagined finding common ground with before.
And you believe, through this line of work, you began to understand humans better.
Humans were all justâŠreally, really lonely.
Choso had been the same when he came to you.
It had been a working day like any other - youâd been called to the front desk of Doki Doki in order to be given a briefing of your next date. It was all standard processes, really.
Name: Kamo Choso
Age: 23
Occupation: Student
Prior appointments: None.
Prior love life: None.
Purpose: Client seeks a rental girlfriend to sit through a family dinner with his family, pretending to be his girlfriend. Prior backstory required to be able to maintain the conversation and create the illusion of a loving relationship (5 months). Flirting and mild physical affection.Â
Extra notes: Client says to please be wary of his extra ârowdyâ family.Â
And so, youâd accepted.
You met up with the aforementioned Chosoâand found yourself a little taken aback at just howâŠcute he was.
Nerdy. Nervous.
Pushing his glasses up as he frantically introduced himself - that, too, messing his name up a few times before actually telling you.
Exactly your type. Yuki had been right.
He was your age, and went to - it turns out - the same university as you. Though the two of you hadnât seen each other before, Choso confessed that that might be because he was cooped up in the library most of the time.Â
He bowed at least a dozen times through apologies for the trouble- even though you assured him that meeting a family wasnât anything out of your way. And then he insisted on paying extra, on coming up with a code should you want to leave, onâyou shook your head and grabbed his hand. âSo, how did we meet, boyfriend?â
You always did enjoy the ones where big families were involved - sure, they might be more awkward in the long runâŠbut those types of dates always did manage to make you feel so warm inside. Big families. Big emotions.
And the biggest, perhaps, of all had been meeting the Itadori family.
Theyâd been unlike any other family youâve ever met.
And that was saying a lot.
Thus, youâre letting out a prolonged sigh the moment youâre stepping outsideâit was some downtown diner that the six of you had ended up at after your less-than-ceremonious exit at the ice cream parlor. Sukuna had been craving something hearty after living through that introduction on just sweets and coffee - and Jin had suggested one of their favorite ramen places.
It was only after youâd sat down with them at one of the booths - the one they called their âusualâ - that Jin had revealed that when they referred to it as âtheirâ ramen placeâthey really meant the their.
In everything but ownership.
This was the first restaurant theyâd gone to celebrate Chosoâs first birthday, this was the first restaurant theyâd gone to after Jinâs mother had passed, this was the first restaurant theyâd gone to after Yuji was born and Jin was granted full custody.
And you couldnât help but feel a strange sinking feeling at the pit of your stomach. What was that you said about family-oriented dates being the most awkward in the long term?
At least the ramen had been the best youâd ever tasted- and the conversation flowed freely. Even Sukuna seemed to forgo his initial suspicion to make some conversation with you on Akihabaraâs best spots.Â
And in the end, you were walking out of that ramen restaurant with a full stomach and an even more full heart.Â
Waving to the retreating backs of Jin, Sukuna, Wasuke, and a sleeping Yujiâyouâre turning to Choso once they were completely out of sight. âYour family isâŠâ
âAbhorrent?â He pushes his glasses up with a crooked smile. Choso had eased up around you significantly compared to your initial meeting outside the Doki Doki building, stammering through an adequate backstory for your faux-relationship, though he still seemed to be the nerve-wracked type.
âNoâŠâ You pretend to think.
âOverbearing?â
âNo.â
âSavages?â
âCertainly not.â
âThe servers at that ice cream parlor would disagree.â Choso mutters, âHow about aneurysm-causing?â
âNo.â Youâre shaking your head once again, before turning to him with a smile. âTheyâre loving.â
Choso says nothing, but the tips of his ears burn.
âThey care about you a lot- even your uncle was making sure I wasnât some stranger just taking your money.â WellâŠ
The long-haired man pushes his glasses up with a sputter of confirmation- or at least something that sounds like it. âI-I suppose ah- in their ownâŠways theyâre ratherâŠâ Choso swallows a few times, and youâre watching his face as he does soâthe Sun was dipping past the horizon now, and cracking its golden yolk over the grooves of his worried face. Handsome. Choso Kamo was just so handsome.Â
With his lashes dark and draping over his cheekbones. With his lips pouty and bitten whenever he was thinking deeply about something. With his stature so tantalizingly tallâthough he didnât even seem to be aware of it, as he navigated the world like a newly-birthed fawn.Â
He was the prettiest boy youâve ever seen - glasses and all.Â
ââcaring.â Choso finally finishes his sentence.
Youâre letting a smile stretch across your lips- and before you can think twice, youâre clasping Chosoâs hand once more. Youâd been doing it so often over the course of the date that it almost feels- natural now.Â
âYou knowâŠyou paid for five hours of my time, Choso. Do you know how much more time we have left?âÂ
âTwo hours, fourteen minutes andââ He grows ever-redder as he stares down at you. Were youâŠleaning in? Pressing yourself against him? Fuck. â-f-fifteen seconds.â
âMmmm, I do love a smart boy.â Beginning to tug him in another direction from the path to the Doki Doki building - though you leave enough leeway that he can stop should he want to. Choso follows you like a dog on a leash. âI donât usually do this, but if you want to spend the rest of your time with me thenâŠI know this ah- other place we can go to?â
âLike you want me to c-call my family back for another family dinner?â Choso asks, eyes bulging.
âOh no, no.â You laugh. âThis place isnât family friendly at all.â
.
.
.
âA-a love hotel-â
âOne room, please. Standard.â Interrupting Choso, you smile at the receptionist.
âWill that be for an allocated time or overnight?â
âHmmâŠâ You glance sidelong at the gawking Choso next to you- looking around the hotel lobby as though it was some sort of attraction. âOvernight, please.â
As the woman behind the desk continued tap-tap-tapping away at her keyboard, you take a moment to look at Choso - now adjusting his glasses to make sure that he was seeing right. That really was a bowl of condoms sitting on the front desk. As the heat rushes up the back of his neck, youâre wrapping your arms around one of his ownâand pressing your body against his. âEverything alright, Cho?â
Heâd been like this ever since you started heading him in the direction of the glitzy love establishment. Pink walls. Fluorescent lights. Heâd agreed to goingâŠelsewhere to continue your date- but heâd expected your apartment or something! Choso had been stunned but allowed you to lead him in front of the love hotel, and once outside you turned towards him once more. It was the first time you yourself was doing this with who was supposed to be a client. âAnd youâre really su-â
âYes.â
And that was that.
The lobby was quietâŠtoo quiet. In a way that made your spine tingle with anticipation.
âThatâs aâŠa real bowl of condoms.â He exclaims- earning a look from the receptionist.Â
âThat is. Is this your way of saying that we donât need any?â You jokeâŠmostly. Then the key gets slid over to you - Room 143 - and youâre nodding at the receptionist. âThank you.â
The two of you make your way down the lust-pink corridor and take the elevator up to your room - jamming in the key to open up a space that looked as if a honeymoon threw up all over it. Rose petals on the floor. Faux candles flickerinâ on the beside cabinet. Rows upon rows of even more condoms lined on the middle of the queen-sized bed.Â
If you looked at it from the right angle, it formed a few hearts.Â
âI didnât mean we shouldnât use themâŠâ Chosoâs the first one to speak- and he visibly gulps as you close the door behind you two. âItâs justâŠI-Iâve never done this before.â
Your eyes widenâyouâd been suspecting this ever since you entered. But to have it actually confirmedâŠâNo fooling around before finals or anything? Nothing to de-stress?â
He shakes his head nâ bites his lower lip. âNothing. I havenât even had my first kiss, to be honestâŠâ Choso looks up at you with those nervous eyes. âIs that okay?â
âOkay?â You smile. Walking over to twist your hands into his lapels- and tug him to you. âItâs perfect. And since youâve shared a secret with me, Iâm gonna share one with you, okay?â
He nods.Â
And so youâre leaning in so that your lips are grazing - just grazing - his pretty, blushing ears. âIt turned me on more than it shouldâve, seeing you on your knees in that parlor.â
Choso gasps-
And then your lips are on his.Â
Then youâre tucking his cute, shivering bottom lip into your mouthâand sucking softly. Choso lets out the most guttural groan at the act- and his hands tremble in mid-air not knowing what to do.Â
âDonât be shy.â Youâre cooing at him - reaching up and guiding one of his hands to be on the back of your neckâthe other one on your ass. You lean into his surprisingly firm chest, âAlthoughâŠI find it really cute when youâre shy.â
His involuntary whimper gets swallowed up by your own lips.Â
Youâre the one thatâs guiding him through the sensual motions of your mouth. Kissing and kissing him till heâs senseless.
Till those thick glasses of him have been knocked ever-so-slightly askew.
Till youâve left him weak in the knees - literally.Â
Choso Kamo is melting into youâheâs letting his hands grasp your body as though a forgetting man holding onto his last memory, a drowning sailor holding onto a lifeboat. It doesnât even feel real to him. And he canât stop himself as his hands, his body, his knees buckle nâ heâs sliding doooooown the expanse of your body- lips breaking contact with yours with a pained grunt.
Before he knows it, his knees are hitting the floor.
And heâs peering up at you with a desperate expression; brows pinched, mouth kiss-bitten and trembling. Expression something of dazed awe. It makes your pussy clench at just how utterly pathetic he looks. âEverything alright, baby?â
âNgh- yes.â You watch as one of his hands automatically shoots to cover his crotch - he was rock-fucking-hard already.Â
âYou suuuuure?â Teasing. Thereâs a devilish twinkle in your eyes thatâs reflected through his as utter indigence.Â
And without saying anything more, you step backwards until the backs of your knees hit the bed. Bouncing a few times. Youâre sitting yourself down on the plush bedsprings, crossing your legs- and watching him through half-lidded eyes. Not a single word comes out of you.
But it doesnât take a single word for Choso to realize what you wanted with a joltâ
He crawls to you.
He crawls to you.
Chosoâs letting his features twist into something akin to embarrassment - with the tips of his ears so red that they were practically radiating heat - as he edges closer. As he shifts on his knees. As he crawls just as he had been doing in the ice cream parlorâexcept this time, the only cherry he was searching for was that cute lilâ wet spot between your legs.
Your dress was short and already hiked up to reveal those pale pink panties.Â
Was that a little bow on top?
Though it seems like an age before heâs finally able to reach close enough to affirm that- yes, that was a little bow on top. Choso finally manages to without combusting, and looks up at you with wide, pleading eyes.Â
âPleaseâŠâ He begs.
Youâre softly caressing his cheek- almost lovingly. And Chosoâs eyes flutter shut, leaning into the touch in an almost feline manner.Â
Moving to his jawline. Moving to the back of his sweaty scalp.
And then youâre shoving his pretty face between your legsâand Chosoâs letting himself gladly be shoved. Manhandled. His chin sticks against the foamy mess of your panties, so wet with all your leaking juices. His nose digs between the plushest parts of your swollen pussylips. And Choso lets out a hallowed breath as he gapes his mouth ever-so-slightly wider-
âAwww, why so shy, baby?â Youâre cooing down at him.
With your hand clasped onto the back of his head- youâre guiding Chosoâs mouth to better plaster against your pussy. For him to find his balance.
âS-sâlike a second kiss.â Choso sputters out. And youâre grinning.
âNaughty, are we?â You had a feeling that this was going to be a loooooot of funâŠ
Chosoâs mouth was parted. And his lips were rubbinâ incessantly up and down the outline of your cuntâup and down, up and down.
That flimsy fabric of your panties was just glued to your sopping wet pussy, and heâs able to slot his lips over your folds perfectly. Managing to string down a line of hot wet kisses where you needed him the most- âMmmmâŠâ Youâre arching your back with a deep groan as his nose fits between your pussylipsâthe pointed tip pressing on your clit. âJust like that, Cho. You can go deeper if you like, yâknow that?â
âH-how, baby?â He rasps. Those pleading eyes of his were just so cute- and Choso canât last too long speaking without pressing a few more open-mouthed kisses on your cunt.
âYou want me to teach you?â Youâre asking him, to which he nods. âMmm, well open your mouth a little wider- just a little wider-â
And he does- his cute canines snagginâ against the top of your pussylips.
âYou can just start off by kissing lightly, baby. Remember how we did all that kissing earlier?â Nodding once more. âYeah- just try to replicate that.â
âMâgonna do my best, babyâŠâ Heâs starting off soft at first- slow. Almost timid in his movements as he properly slots his mouth over your pussy - over your panties - and kisses nâ sucks lightly.Â
âFuck- you study biology, so you know where the good spots are, hm?â
âThe glans clitoris a-and theâŠâ Kitten kisses. â-the labia minora contain an immense number of nerve endings.â Chaste pecksâbut every single droplet of your pussyâs juices splashed onto his tongue seems to leave Choso Kamo reeling.Â
Eyes drawing to the back of his head. Ragged pants emanating from the back of his throat.Â
And heâs pushing himself deeper, deeper, deeper - making out with your pussy so desperately, depravedly that his glasses were crushing against your pelvisââEasy there, baby. Easy.â The only way to even get him to take a breath is to tug him back using his hair. âWe have more than ânough time, okay?â
âMhmmmmâŠâ He nods through a pout- lips sucking off the juices seeped into your panties. âAll night.â
âEager boy. Next, I want you to use your tongue, okay?â His expression turns into something startled. âWhat? Not scared are you, Cho?â
Choso shakes his head furiouslyâas though he couldnât stand the mere thought of it. âN-no.â He hisses, hot breath gluing to your leaking core - the way he was just soâŠgreedy to lavish your pussy left you even wetter. And he was gladly allowing the excess residue to land all over his face and end up sliding off, âNo no no- not at all. This pretty labia- Mmmpfââ
Whatever else was on the tip of his tongue gets muffled-Â
For then Chosoâs flattening his tastebuds on top of your pussy. Those swollen pussylips. Movinâ his muscle siiiiiiide to the siiiiiide and then up and down the line of your slit.Â
You whine, âOh- just fuck me with it.â Tugging on his locks, âFuck me with your tongue- ngh, the way I know youâve been wantinâ to since we met. Donât think I didnât see the way you were looking at meâŠâ
âI wasâŠâ He pleads. He prays between your legs. Zig-zagging his tongue wildly.Â
And then after heâs sucked off your panties all clean - Choso reaches one of his hands upwards to try and take off those useless undergarments-
But youâre faster than him.
And youâre stopping him with a searing pull at his scalp. The nerdy man lets out a sudden yelp and looks at you with the prettiest doe-eyes. âAh ahââ It almost ached your heart to act so mean to him, not giving him exactly what he wanted. But more than your heart- it was your pussy that was throbbing. âNow who said youâve earned the right to take them off, hm?â
âB-butâŠâ Chosoâs peripherals widen - they were glazed-over with lust. âHow can I reach the tunica mucosa if I donât take offââ
âYou donât have to take it off, right?â You hum. âEat me out through my panties-â
Just the mere sound of that sentence makes Choso moan.
â-andâŠâ And youâre cocking your head to get a better look at where his hips were starting to rut. Against the rickety frame of the love hotelâs bed, he was grindinâ and crushing what seemed to be an aching erection. â-donât touch yourself, either.â
Chosoâs free hand immediately halts in its tracks.
Heâs shooting you a pained look- but more than that, it was flooded with pure, unabashed need.Â
Something dark. Something primal.
Chosoâs tipping his head back and letting you plough your pussy against his mouth- in rough, rapid grinds. You donât wait a single moment for him to catch his breathâand that seems far from his main priority in the first place. Heâs merely flopping his lengthy tongue out - so pinkish nâ pretty - and slithering it past your panties.
Riiiiiight underneath, after a few tries he manages to ease it past the rim of your puckered entrance.
Youâre letting out a semi-shocked gasp once you feel your convulsing walls streeeeetching at the girth of him. He was thicker than youâd expected- with the ridges of his tastebuds melding to your inner channel. And without any experience, Choso doesnât know how to ease into it - which works just as well for you as heâs expanding his thick tongue inside of you. And then thrashing nâ thrashing away. âSh-shit, keep going, Cho.â
âWhat- hck! what do I have to do?â He manages to somehow ask between heavy gulps. And even that amount of time spent parted with your pussy means that heâs letting out loooong, luxurious licks inside your velvety walls to make up for it.
âH-huh?â You blink down at him through your bleary eyes. âKeep going, ngh- faster, baby.â
âNo, I just meantâŠâ Choso blinks those big, beautiful peripherals at you. He kept both hands on your thighs to press himself ever-deeperâhe couldnât get enough. â-what do I have to do t-to take off your panties? I wish to see all of youâŠthat pretty vulva like a flower, the- ngh, prepuceâŠâ
The mere thought has him ruttinâ away against the bed once more.
âHow about you make me- haaaah, cum, baby? Hm?â You smile down at the desperate man, âAnd you have to do it before cumming yourself, mâkay?â
He canât remove your panties.
He canât touch himself.
He canât cum before stuffinâ his face between your legs and making you cum firstâ
Choso was in heaven.
Even through the obscurement of his now-fogged glasses, Chosoâs features twist into something primal- and he lets out a looooow whine before drag-drag-dragging his tongue into your clingy walls again. Thrusting in and out at a frenzied paceâthe nerd was eating you out like a man starved.
Almost wolfish.
Choso was suckinâ and biting and snarling deep into your cunt. His glasses stick against your clit, and every single time he was forced to part with your pussy in order to breathe felt like fucking torture to him. âThe clitoral nerve network consists of about 8000 to- ngh, over 10000 nerve endings-â Before you know it, heâs spitting. Letting it smear down your panties. Then dragging one of his calloused thumbs down that buttony nub. â-and baby, I need you to feel every single one.â
âOhhhhh, fuck.â Your back arches deeper into him. Hands planting against the mattress in order to steady yourself, âA man that knows anatomy is dangerous.â
âAnd then the tunica mucosaâŠthose spots there are also-â Such a priggish smile spreads across Chosoâs mouth - one that youâre feeling on your cunt - as he swabs his tongue inside and stimulates some of those sweet nerve endings he was talking about. The hooked end of his muscle pushes apart your clingy walls, and somehow manages to find those sensitive areas so easily- â-effectiveâŠâ
âShut up and eat me out.â Pushing him deeper between your legs.
âA-and thatâs not to mentionââ But of course, you shouldâve known that it isnât easy to shut a STEM major up when it comes to their subject of interest. Choso most of all. And that nerdy man is babbling away whilst heâs slipping his tongue in and out, in and out, of you at a furious pace- until it was nothing but a pinkish blur squeezing away between your pussylips. â-the GrĂ€fenberg spot-â
âYou mean the g-spot?!â Youâre wailing out.
âMy favorite.â Choso nods, with your clit sucked into his mouth. Holding your panties to the side. He now alternates between rolling his tongue over your sensitive nub, and pushing it deep into your holeâstretchinâ you out juuuuust enough for his fingers to slip nâ squelch their way inside.
Youâre letting out the shrillest keen as two of his fingers scissor apart your cuntâs walls, pushing up into their spongy surroundings to mold his sheer size into you. Heâs softer on the tips of his digits, and rougher against the sides - âEasy there. Fuck, easyâŠâ Chosoâs sucking in a harrowed breath.
âI should be the one saying that to you.â You huff. Because Choso wasnât dry-humping the foot of the bed whilst eating you out anymore - he was way past that.
Now solely keeping himself pushed- wedged in one place because just a little more friction and heâs bound to be cumming. âI-Iâm alright, baby.â He tells you, âThe GrĂ€fenberg spot is located on the anterior wall, so rightâŠupâŠâÂ
Just a single press up into the roof of your cunt makes you buck - not having pressed on your sweetest spot just yet but-
âAnd then about two- three inches deeeeeepââ The loudest, sloppiest squelch! echoes across all four corners of the love hotel room as he eases inside. Roverinâ about inside your tight, wet channel for a few strokes before an explosion of pleasure runs right through you. â-right- there-â
âFuuuuuuuck, oh.â You simper out. âThere- right there- ngh.â
And then heâs thump-thumping his perfect fingers inside your cunt- accurately pinpointing that one spot inside you with his digits like a searchlight. Again and again. And donât think that his mouth wasnât working overtimeâChoso kept his maw permanently gaped on top of your clit and had his lips hollowed with a constant suctioning motion.Â
Letting out broken moans off into your cunt all the while-
Choso manages to slip in a third finger- though those damn panties kept getting in the way. âBabyâŠâ Thereâs a rasping, almost guttural tone to his words that you donât recognize at first- youâre even raising onto your elbows to make sure that this was the same Choso Kamo.
But it sure was.
Glasses pressed up against your cuntâgetting wetter by the second. âBaby, youâre experiencing vaginal contractions and tremors. Your pulse is faster. Your transudate is leaking even more- youâre getting wetter. And your clitoris is growing even, mmm-â He savors the feeling of your nub being pulled nâ dragged into his mouth. â-more swollen.â
âA-and that meansâŠ?â Though you already have an inkling of it.
âYouâre going to orgasm, baby.â He never sounded more confident than when he was speaking science between your pussylips. âAnd I need you to cum aaaaaall over my mouth, okay?â
âWas planning to.â You whisper-
And itâs with a few more strokes, with a few more gashes of your pussy against his face, that the pressure thatâd been building in your pelvic region finally explodes.
It thrums through your body faster than you can announce itâmaking every single vein, artery, and axiom within you vibrate until theyâre sizzling at the sheer pressure. It felt as though your body was on fire. And the hottest it could get was at your sopping core- shoved against Chosoâs pretty plush mouth and getting draaaagged through the violent peaks of your high.
The best youâve ever had.
Choso manages to locate your g-spot right when the pleasure was hitting you the most - and youâre getting the faint suspicion that he was counting your throb-throb-throbs until heâd timed it just right. âOneâŠtwoâŠâÂ
Thrashing his fingers deepest.
Damn-near tearing your panties.
Shoving his erection against the bed.Â
And his tongue would move over your clit in an almost soothing motion- âYour vasocongestion m-means youâre sucking me up even- ngh, more. Fucking tight.â He spits. âMyotonia and contractions. Your orgasmâs strong, baby.â
âDidnât need science to tell me that.â You comment.
Thrown through your orgasm.
Itâs a crescendo then a plateau, and then when youâre finally done - Choso keeps jabbing his greedy fingers into you just for a few seconds longer. Fucking you through it. Fucking you past it.
Youâre so sensitive by this point that youâre sobbing- pushing on his sweaty forehead. âBabyâoh, baby Iâm done.âÂ
âDoneâŠ?â He rasps. Eyes bleary as he raises them up, seeing you on your elbows. âOh.â
âAnd you did as I wanted.â It takes much more effort than you expected to detach him from your quivering pussy - still a little sensitive from your previous orgasm. It was incredible. A part of you almost couldnât believe that itâd been poor, inexperienced Choso Kamo that pulled that out of you.Â
Heâs setting your cunt free with a whimper nâ a loooooud slurp!
Watching slack-jawed as you peel off your soaked-through panties and throw it right at him- it makes you gasp when Choso catches it with one handâŠ
Then brings that flimsy fabric riiiiight up to his face to sniff, to suck off the remnants of your syrupy sap. Not a speck of regret.
âFilthy.â You leer.
And then youâre tightening your hold on himâmerely than sound was enough to wrench out a yearning croon from him. Preventing Choso from chasing after your cunt once more, âNow nowâŠyou donât want to continue losing that virginity of yours, baby?â
âI-I do.â He eagerly nods.
âGood. Then get on the bed fâme.â Youâre patting at the space beside you.
Soon enough, your positions are somewhat flipped - Choso finds himself lumbering onto the bed. Back against the mattress. Skin searing at the heat that your body had left behind.Â
He lies where you did- and youâre making quick work of discarding his graphic t-shirt (proudly claiming âI found this humerusâ next to a picture of a bone) and his trousers. The tent in his boxers was jaw-droppingâChoso stood proudly erect, thick and looking heavy between his legs, his bulbous tip kept trickling out more nâ more precum the longer you stared.Â
And had he justâŠ
Taking off his boxers to make sureâyouâre revealing his cock. Long and rock-hard.
It slaps against his soft core, and leaves a heart-shaped mark of sap. Just about seven or so inches in length- though the longer your gaze lingers on himâŠthe longer he seems to look. Shit, was he about nine inches, maybe? And he wasnât too thick - just flared enough at the tip that heâs sure to make your walls feel it.Â
But Choso had an abundance of pretty, long veins decorating down the shaftâunderneath the tip, creating patterns down to his base. One which had a few sparse tufts of curly brown - almost black - hair.
Yet what youâre interested in the most was how Choso was so damn hard that his blushinâ red tip looked just about ready to fall offâ
âI c-couldnât help myself, baby.â Choso admits shyly. His hands reach downwards to try and cover his mess- but youâre waving him off. âHaving you cum aaaaall over my mouth made me- ngh, want to cum as well.â
âI can see that.â You smirk.
âI didnât mean to.â He insists, voice growing urgent as the silence stretches - fearing that youâd perhaps refuse to continue as he somewhat broke his promise. âP-promise, I didnât mean to! Itâs just that your tunica mucosa was squeezing me so tight- and your vaginal lubrication just tasted so sweet-â
âChoso?â
âYes, baby?â
âShush.â
âI- oh.â
Because, initially, youâd planned on riding the man senseless. But now you were leering yourself closerâalmost sake-like in motion.
Staring deep into Chosoâs widening eyes once youâre hovering yourself over his shivering legs. His long abdomen. And pressing a cute peck right on the top of his frothing tipâthe splashes of his precum were syrupy-sweet. And they were combining with Chosoâs cum from earlier to add a salty tint-
âSo messy.â Youâre whispering as you run your tongue âround and âround the top of his shaft. Cleaning him off until he was shining. âAre you gonna make a mess like this inside me too, hm?â
âD-donât say something like thatâŠsâgonna make me cum again.â Choso pleads.
And he really was serious - his words were on the verge of shattering.
Youâre letting out a giggle- right into his aching hot cock. The vibrations sprint through his body and make him buck up into youâbody before his mind, he doesnât even realize until heâs doing so with a startled yelp. âMy apologies-â
âMmm, keep going. Get some practice in before the real deal.â You hum once more.Â
Choso seems as though heâs about to sob - this was too good for him - as he fucks his cock into your mouth a few more times. You relax your throat to take down most of him, and the parts that you canât get milked with one hand.Â
Once. Twice. Thrice and quadruple before his flared tip starts twitchinâ wildlyâdraaaaagging up the soft insides of your throat, he leaves a salty aftertaste behind that makes you realizeâŠ
Youâre pulling off of his cock with an emanating pop! âBut youâve got to save that up for inside, got it?â
Heâs nodding so hard you idly wonder whether he might get whiplash. âYes, baby. Anything for you, baby.â
âMmmâŠâ Climbing up the expanse of his body, youâre kissing Choso squarely with the same lips. âJust how I like it.â
And then your knees straddle Chosoâs slender hips, your thighs press against his sweltering skin - you reach behind you to grab ahold of his cockâs baseâand the sudden squeeze is enough to make him jolt. Bodily. Heâs letting out a visceral shiver, âB-babyâŠâ
You guide his ruddied tip to youâand just the barest, briefest smooch of your sweet pussy makes him jolt. Just feelinâ his hardness press up against your softness.
It makes him drive his hips off the mattress suddenly.Â
âAh ah-â You warn. âTake it easy, baby. We have all night, donât we?â
âButâŠâ Chosoâs eyes flicker between your face nâ where the two of you were about to connect. Something in him seems to almost break. So close. So close- âThatâs so unfair. Your pussy feels like this and youâre expecting me to take it easy?â
A hand claws down your arched spine.
âNot even the textbooks could replicate how good it feels- mânot even inside you yet and I feel like Iâm going insane.â
You swipe a thumb down his throbbing tipâcatching a bead of white that was threatening to pour out. âI told you. As long as you keep it inside, Cho.â
And then youâre letting your hips lower - aiming to seat yourself down on that toned pelvis of his. âOhhhh, fuck.â Your back bends, your head tips backwards as youâre taking in the inches of him. Itâs a slow process - given that Choso was much larger than average - and youâre wrenching out primal moans as his thick length invades your core. A sweet prodding vein down the side of him was already massaging your insidesââYouâre so big, baby. Itâs always the quiet ones, huh?â
If he heard you, then he doesnât make a show of it.
Chosoâs handsome features scrunch up into something of pure ecstasy as he dives his cock deeper into you. Hands flying to your waist. Bottom lip stuck between his teeth. âInside-â He whispers.
âHmmm?â
âInside- inside.â Choso gets out through heated pants. His mouth was moving a mile a minute- fuck, even his mind was. But he couldnât possibly juggle any single coherent thought when his cock was sucked between your soft, soft pussylips and getting practically drained already. âA-am I really going inside? Or is this just a dream, baby?â
Without waiting around for an answer- heâs pinching his arm.
It leaves an angry red mark that proves to him that noâŠlife really was this sweet.
âI am?â As though still in disbelief.Â
As though this in and of itself would be enough to make him cum and- oh, shit.Â
He really was cumming.
It seems to take the both of you by surprise, and Chosoâs lunging his hips completely off the mattress - slamming his cockhead into the springy back of your cunt.Â
Bouncinâ off at the sheer force for a few seconds- it isnât long before heâs then scouring deep into your walls and letting his bawling divot run free. Cumming in less than a single stroke inside you. âOh- oh, shit.â Chosoâs mouth waters, a single line of spittle running from the corner of his lips. âIâm sorry IâŠâ
But he doesnât have an answer.
He really, truly doesnât.
âPussy got your tongue?â You giggle.Â
This was his first time - and your pussy just felt that good all wrapped âround him and keeping him hostage.
His cumâs flooding you with a warmth, spreadinâ from the in-betweens of your legs and then right upwards. The satiny tresses of it rush uuuuup your walls nâ then right back downâthose goopy layers then getting fucked back in by his desperate semi-thrusts.Â
Squelch after squelch as he accumulates the cum like frosting on top of his swirling tip. Shoving.Â
Choso scrunches his eyes shut and tears start to well up behind- now he was crying, too? Crying just by putting it in?! Buried like this, he feels like heâd do anything for you right now. He feels like he could lay his life on the line for you right now. He feels likeâlikeâhe could really truly ask you to become his real girlfriend nowâŠ
âBaby, I think I love you.â Choso blubbers up. âDo you want to marry me?â
âLetâs get dinner first.â You giggle, lovingly patting his cheek.Â
âOhâŠâ
If you could feel the way his ruddied tip twitches inside you (and you could) then youâre not teasing him for itâŠmuch. Simply a smirk before youâre veering your hips down until heâs bottomed-out.
Clit massaging against the scruff of his happy trail. Pussylips struggling to squeeze around his sheer size. âFuck.â Youâre groaning, starting up a lecherous pace that keeps Chosoâs toes curled - his head thrown back into the pillows, his skin blushing. He was flustered.
But more than that- he wanted more.
And sending a silent word of gratitude to the chance of the universe and science itself, Choso slithers that same right hand of his between your sultry legs. Sheened with slick.Â
You were making such a mess fucking him whilst youâre still keeping his cum inside youâhe scrapes his calloused thumb up, up, uuuup the few inches of his cock still left to fit inside. Collecting the slimy layers of slick up until the folds of your pussy. Reaching it up to his mouth-Â
âNow, now.â You tut. âAre we just going to waste that, hm?â
âOhâŠyouâre right.â With a quiver of his lips, he then plunges it back inside. Then repeats the motion again and again until youâre feeling stuffed to the brimâwith both his cock nâ his sappy fluid. Like you said before, it all deserved to stay inside.Â
And you better keep it.
The rickety bedsprings creeeeeeakâ! as he meets your pace.Â
Choso continues, âNot just cum.â His curvaceous thumb swipes your inner folds again, âBut that bulbourethral fluid deserves to stay inside, too. How else mâI gonna fill you up, baby?â
âOh, of course.â You coo, something sensual. âBut donât think that thatâs going to be your last time cumming tonight, Cho.â
His eyes damn-near bulge out of their skull. âE-excuse me?â
âItâs not even your last time cumming in this hour.â Oblivious - or so you pretend to be - to his growing concern nâ his gaping mouth. Youâre bowing your body into hisâmanoeuvring your hips in somewhat of a circular motion, the slightest figure-eights and curves, that drag his tunneling cock juuuuuust right against every nook and cranny of your walls. Every hidden spot. âYouâre gonna cum for me at least twice more, right?â
âI-IâI donât know if thatâs even possible!â Choso sputters, pushing his glasses up with his free hand- it was glossy with the excess of your slick from earlier.
And without warning, youâre leaning down to lightly lick off a bit of that glittering sheen.
Choso moans nâ feels his overly-stimulated length jolting away inside of you. âBaby, just consider the refractory period. Has it even been a few minutes since I lastâŠ?â
âJust about.â Youâre smile. âShould be enough, no?â
âThough it varies based on age and health- when I can cum next depends on the blood redistribution, and how long prolactin and serotonin lasts in the body.â Choso admits then, albeit a bit sheepishly. âAnd Iâm still fuh-feeling so goooood, baby- fuck I canâtââ
âBut my smart boyâs gonna find a way, right?â Even if he couldnât cum again, however - it was just too cute to watch Choso squirm like this. âWhen I said I wanted it inside, I wanted it stuffed inside, Cho.â
âS-stuffedâŠâ He breathes - almost hypnotized by your pussy.
Youâre grinding and swervinâ and clenching around his vein-loaded length in ways he couldâve only ever dreamed about beforeâŠâMhm. Need it pouring out of me.â You beg, putting your best pleading expression on. âNeed it up untilâŠâÂ
Hands scouring up his front to press down on your stomach- almost up to your chest.
â-here.â
You pout.Â
âIf mânot bloated with your cum, Cho, is there even a point?â
âNo there isnât.â Chosoâs jaw dropsâas though the epiphany had just dropped on him. And no sooner are the words leaving his worry-bitten lips, he finds himself pumping wispy ropes of cum deep past your entrance.Â
He doesnât even know how he did it.
His body just seems to listen to you more than himself - and Choso jerks his pelvis up in synchronization with the faintish strings of cum that escape him. Thoroughly into your cunt. Thoroughly coating it on top of your womb.
Youâre shivering as you feel the thin excess thwack! against your deepest innards. Such a lecherous feeling that cannot be replicated.Â
Every time he strikes your spongy cervix, Choso lets out a sudden whimper. He sobs. He groooans. Heâs fighting to clamor onto your body in any possible way that he could - your waist, your legs, your tits. It doesnât matter where, Choso just needed to grab ahold of you and perhaps try to get you to fucking slow downâ
âPlease.â Every single letter in that word is botched with a cry, âP-please. Baby, keep riding me like this and youâre going to make me cum again-â
âIsnât that the point? Third timeâs the charm?â You ask.Â
âOhâŠâ Itâs then that he remembers that youâd said twice more- he has to cum twice more. Hiccuping, âYouâre going to be the death of me.â
Cocking your head with a smile, âAnd would you like to stop?â
âNot at all.â
Then youâre planting one hand in the middle of his defined chest for balance. Throwing your head back and ridinâ him silly.
Choso cries beneath you. Choso babbles. Torn between the pleasure of having those sweet, sopping lips wrapped âround him- and the insanity of his orgasm just barely bating before youâre attempting to hurtle him into another one. This was almost too much for his just recently-lost virginity, but Choso begs for more, more, more. âPlease- please- that anterior wall of yours is so clo-â
With your other set of fingers then shoved into Chosoâs pretty mouth- spit splashes from the sides of his lips. But heâs taking you so happilyââNo no, keep going.â You tell him once his brows raise in surprise, âI just wanna watch my poor boyfriend struggle just a bit.â
âMmmmpf- soooo good.â He lets out an agonized moan, muffled through the intrusion of your digits. Youâre swirling them âround his mouth and watching him lightly choke on them. âI need to c-cum just once more, huh?â
Chosoâs tears were enough to wash off the fog from his glasses lens.
And he blinks those teary eyes up at you - a few times before one of his hands slithers between your legs. Almost difficult, considering how the space between your two sweaty, crashing bodies was practically non-existantâbut his long fingers find a way to thumb apart your puffy pussylips. Nearly swollen shut.
He runs the doughy tips of his digits across your clit, âAround itâŠjust light kisses.â Choso murmurs to himself. âJuuust a little- ngh.â
A single squeeze of your fluttering walls leaves him reeling.Â
âAnd then the good spots-â Peering down at your glossy cunt through his glasses, his half-lidded eyes. âThe primary erogenous zones are the clitoris and introitus. Then the periurethral surrounding the urethra is alsoâŠohâŠâ Alternating between bashinâ his swollen cocktip against your g-spot, and thoroughly massaging every good spot heâd memorized.
âShitâŠâ You suddenly clench around him. âKeep going.â
He was seeing stars at the mere action. âAnd then the- hngh, even the perineumâŠâ Fingers dipping just a liiiittle downwards to roll over that spot. He was unabashed - not in the state to be as he usually would. âAnd then fucking- at least as much as I canâŠhereâŠâ Slack-jawed, gaze unfocused. âMy favorite is the clitoris.â The nerd presses the crescent pad of his thumb down on that knob.
Your hips are stutterinâ at the sheer amount of pleasure overwhelming you. Choso has taken up stimulating your clit in constant circular motions now. âI th-thought you said your favorite was the g-spot?â
âBoth.â
As if on cue, heâs banging his thick tip against that ooooone spot.
Choso was stimulating you almost too well. Leaving you the one speechless as he drills his hips into you at a relentless paceâalmost painfully desperate.Â
âGood boy.â You whisper.
âJust need to make you- mmm, cum soon.â He states. âBecause if you cumâŠthen Iâm sure to cum, too.â
Shoving a third finger in his mouth, he moans as he sucks. You hum, âAnd youâre sure youâre a virgin?â
âSâjust everything you t-taught me.â He insists, mouth full yet listening to every word you said - if you expected an answer, then he was giving you an answer. âAnd sometimesâŠIâd search upâŠthings onlineâŠâ
âOnline? Poor, innocent Choso Kamo watches porn?â
âNot that, I get too shy.â Choso responds. He blushes all the way down to the roots of his hair, âBut using my textbooks, Iâd- hah, read through themâŠstudy themâŠlook at all the diagramsâŠâ
You smirk. âEver jerked off to a textbook, Choso?â
His jaw drops. âNoâŠâ Although you remain rather suspicious of the ever-deepening blush that seems to invade his cheeksâall the way down to his collarbones. âBut I did jerk off just today.â
âToday?â One of your brows raise, âDonât tell me this was- hah, before we met orâŠ?â
He shakes his head. âAfter. After.â Big, bulbous tears make their way down his cheeks - and Choso tastes the salt on them as they splosh across his lips. You do too, as you kiss him. âS-snuck right into the bathroom at that ice cream parlor and- ohââ
âAnd what for? Saw a pretty someone at the neighboring table?â
Shaking his head even harder- âIt wasâŠyou.â
âMe?â
âYou said that thing- fuck, you said you needed me.â Chosoâs dark chocolate-brown eyes glaze over as if heâs reminiscing the very moment. Living in it. âUnder that table. And I couldnât run to the bathroom faster to r-relieve myself.â Ah, this was that time thenâŠ
Your faux-boyfriendâs brows are then knitting.
His cock tunnels into you at an even more accelerated pace - one that leaves your head dizzy. Flinching at every run of his thumb down your pulsing clit.Â
Choso finishes, âBut I only lasted two pumps- the thought of you, nghââ Thrusting in so deep that it felt as though, if he could go past your gooey cervix, then he long since would have. Choso thumps against the back of your cervix and remains there, â-wrapped around my cock and usinâ me to make your anterior- pussy feel pleasure was just too good of a fantasy for me.â
Itâs a lewd admission.
Itâs almost startling to hear this from Choso above all.
And itâs exactly whatâs making you cumâjust in time that he is. Your orgasm is prolonged and has been building up ever since he tickled your g-spot for the first time- âC-cummingâ!â Belatedly, the announcement leaves your lips.
But Choso already knows.
He can already feel the rhythmic clenches of your sopping wet walls - the soft thing heâs ever felt. Theyâre tightening around him and tugginâ on his pistoning cock like you didnât fucking want him to leave.Â
Toes curling. Back arching.
The bang after bang after bang right on that target of your g-spot meant that your orgasm was being intensified. Every peak left your thighs clenching around his waist, and you bounce your hips up nâ down furiously. Up nâ down. Up nâ down. âYes- yes, yes, yesâand youâre c-cumming too, Cho.â
âI am?â Choso blinks his teary eyes down at your lower halves. The smacking of skin-against-skin was deafening, and Chosoâs pelvis was rawly red due to the sheer friction.Â
But more than thatâŠhe was feeling his even redder tip twitch a few times. Once. Twice. Thrice- before the warmth of bliss takes over his body. Itâs a wave of euphoria even stronger than the last few, and it makes the nerdy boy flinch his hips up into yours- agonizingly good. He was hammering into you so animalistically- jabbing short, sloppy semi-thrusts. âI am.â Choso gasps out. âIâm cumming-â
Heâd predicted as much earlier, but it actually worked?!
âMâfilling you up, arenât I?â Choso blabbers, a crazed smile on his face. âThis virginâŠI was able to stuff this pussy full.â
Lovingly patting your cunt.Â
âSo much so that- hah, look sheâs even struggling to- ngh, take me. That cervix uteri is all flooded, huh? All drenched in me?â Through the waves of your high, youâre feeling your orgasm fizzle and pop as he rolls his thumb doooown your clit a few more times. âAnd these pretty labia of yours are all swollen- bloated with my cum, hm?â
âMhmâŠâ Before you blink a few times. âOh- this one was shorter than the last though, wasnât it? Maybe we need to go again- heh.â
âSâit already done? IâŠbut Iâm stillâŠâ Choso jabs out numerous more thrusts before heâs pulling out.
And whilst youâre interested in the squelch! and the feeling of hot, wet cum splashinâ out of you and onto his toned hipsâChoso himself is more interested in the way his cock twitched nâ feels like heâs cummingâŠbut nothing is actually coming out.Â
âOrgasmic anejaculation?â He states in shock. âBaby, youâve made me cum dryââ
âOh.â Lips parting, you look down to watch as his pretty reddened tip jolts about irritatedly as though he was in the throes of his orgasm - and he was. Itâs just that nothing was coming out.Â
âI-itâs likely that this is due to the lack of semen replenishment. Thus, if thereâs none left to-â
âSo fourth timeâs the charm, right?â You cock your head down at him with a smile.
Another time?!
His half-hard length twitches in interest.
âYou really are going to be the death of me.â
Choso really, really needed to ask you out after this.
.
.
.
Ryomen Sukuna knew that the two of you werenât dating.
He knew it.
He just had no way to prove it.Â
That isâŠuntil one day, just a week after that initial introduction to you, Jin had bothered Sukuna into visiting his nephew. Heâd made some cookiesâsome of your favorites that youâd briefly mentioned at the ramen place, and Jin had immediately gotten to work scouring through his recipes. Flipping through some of grandmaâs old cookbooks - he really did get his love for cooking and baking from her.
And then trialing batch after batch of cookies in order to make the perfect one.
And Sukuna hadnât minded, of course - no one in the house had. They each got to scarf down the ones that Jin deemed as âfailedâ and they turned out as great as ever. Sukuna honestly didnât know what more perfection Jin was searching forâespecially not for someone he knew Choso was surely paying you in some mannerâŠ
There was no conceivable world in which his nephew - as much as Sukuna respected him, for the sole reason that he was related to him (and anyone in some proximity to the great Ryomen Sukuna canât be all that badâŠ) - would ever have enough courage to ask a real person out. Let alone someone as electric as you?
Let alone have you say yes?!
Something was up. And Sukuna was on the case.
At least after he finishes this mountain of cookiesâŠ
Either way, it took an entire week for Jin to perfect his cookies. And once completed, heâd thumped Sukuna over the head with a couch cushion and told him to go deliver them to Choso.
Unfortunately they hadnât managed to catch your address or anything of the sort - and there was no telling when Choso would have enough time between his studies and library-haunting to visit. Thus, itâd be easier to just have Sukuna (who was far too busy doing a whole load of nothing) drop the cookies off at Chosoâs apartment and let him give it to you.
Jin could trust Choso with handing them to you safe nâ sound.
He couldnât trust Sukuna not to swallow them whole on the way, howeverâŠ
So it was with a tonne of brotherly intimidation and threatening brandishes of that cushion that Jin waved Sukuna offââyou better not eat those cookies, Ryo.â
But Sukuna promised. He promised.
He had other, more important, things on his mind - like cornering Choso into admitting that the two of you actually werenât dating. Maybe if he didnât relent so easily, heâd even look around the apartment to check for signs of you or anything youâd left behindâafter five months of dating, surely, thereâd be some evidence, wouldnât there?
And then maybe heâd eat the cookies- hah!
The perfect plan.
Ryomen Sukuna what a genius you were, what a mastermindâwho said that Jin was the smarter brother?! It was Sukuna that liked literature and poetry (wait, was nerdiness genetic?) No one should underestimate the sheer underappreciated brilliance of a prodigy like-
âChosoâs uncle?â He gapes as you answer the door- and youâre just as beautiful as he remembered you. And oh, alrightâSukuna admits youâre beautiful. Gorgeous, actually.
Which is also why he found it hard to believe that Choso could ever manage to bag you- sure, he wasnât bad lookingâŠbut thatâs only because Choso was related to him.
Then again, he wasnât any Ryomen Sukuna.
A Ryomen Sukuna that was feeling ratherâŠa lotâŠsmall as he looks at you.
Your eyes widen as you recognize who your visitor was, though your smile never falters.
âOh, Cho should be right out. Please come in, have you eaten breakfast yet? You should join us!â
Opening the door even wider, though he stands as still as a statue.Â
âIsâŠeverything alright.â
No movement once more. No answer, either.
âUmmm, maybe itâs more comfortable there then?â Youâre awkwardly smiling at his lack of a response - this certainly wasnât the Ryomen Sukuna that youâd met at the family dinnerâŠAnd perhaps at the same time, youâre realizing why.
Because you werenât just answering Chosoâs apartment doorâyou were doing so in nothing but sleep shorts and a humerus-related t-shirt that was most definitely not yours. And above the hem of that ratty t-shirt were a series of bite marks, nail marks down your neckâŠsuch an obscene display that makes you immediately yelp and tug your neckline upwards.
Though Sukuna remains gawking. âI uhâŠâ
âI am so sorry.â Youâre blubbering away, and when your neckline fails to cover you adequately without showing off the similar marks on your midriff- youâre reaching your hands up instead. âWeâd just been making breakfast, and Iâd completely forgot-â
âNo, thatâs fine uhâŠâ Goodness, when has the rough nâ tough Sukuna ever floundered like this? âItâs my fault for coming unannounced umâŠâ
âWhatâs this?â Another voice sounds from inside the apartment.
Soon enough, Chosoâs joining the two of you at the doorâheâs in JBA sweatpants and pulling on a t-shirt as he walks. With whatever mercy that the universe had granted Sukuna, Choso sneaks up behind you, so he doesnât see whatever similar markings might have been left on him as Choso finally wears his t-shirt properly.Â
Thereâs amusement in Chosoâs tone as he adjusts his glasses and speaks, âI never thought Iâd see the day that you apologize to anyone, uncle Ryo.â
Choso throws an arm over your shoulder - the intimacy was palpable. Something far more different than at the ice cream parlor, and yetâŠSukuna shouldâve recognized the same admiring glint in Chosoâs eyes back then, too.
The apartment behind was messy in that domestic way. There were eggs frying on the stove.Â
âSh-shut it.â Sukuna spits. âThis is all yourâŠgirlfriendâs fault.â
Ah, you really were his girlfriend. The great Ryomen Sukuna has been wrong. How could this be? How could he fathom such a thing?
He takes a big bite out of one of those cookies.Â
A/N. Oh Kuna dw Iâm here for you <33
Plagiarism not authorized.
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