Choso’s boner from Hell
Choso should've never taken vitamins from Gojo.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees, face buried in his hands. His pale skin is flushed a deep, humiliated red all the way to the tips of his ears, and his breathing is ragged.
“Choso?” you say softly, closing the door behind you. He looks up, and the sight nearly knocks the air out of you. His eyes are glassy, pupils blown wide with desperate need. Sweat beads on his forehead, and his lips are parted as he pants. Below the waistband of his loose pants, the massive, throbbing outline of his cock is impossible to ignore—straining so hard.
“Satoru…that idiot,” he groans, voice hoarse. “He said one or two a-and I…I took the whole bottle. I can’t control it. I’m so fucking hard it hurts.” He looks up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes, pupils blown wide. “…Help,” he rasps, voice completely hoarse.
You bite your lip to keep from laughing, but the smirk slips out anyway as you walk over and stop right in front of him. “Why the fuck would you trust Satoru? Of all people? And you just…downed the whole bottle like a complete dumbass?”
He tries to glare at you but it comes out more like a pathetic, needy pout. “He said they were just vitamins…for energy…”
You laugh softly and cup his burning cheek, thumb brushing over his flushed skin. “Energy, huh? Looks like you got plenty now.” Your other hand slides down his chest, stopping just above the massive bulge straining against his pants.
Choso grabs your hips and tries to pull you on top of him, but you resist just enough to keep control. “Nuh-uh. Baby you got urself into this, not sure how you want me to help you get out of it...”
“You’re evil,” he growls, “I’m dying here and you’re—fuck—teasing me.”
You finally strip your clothes off and straddle him, rubbing his swollen tip against your slick entrance. “Mhm, well no one told you to tell pop pills from a six eyed jackass. Sounds like the consequences of your own actions, baby.”
Choso’s hands dig into your thighs, fingers trembling. “Stop talking and ride me already. I need it—I need to feel you so fucking bad.”
You keep teasing, sliding his cock between your folds without letting him in before lining him up and sink down just the tip, letting the fat head stretch you open before stopping again. Choso’s mouth falls open in a silent moan, his abs flexing hard. “More,” he rasps, trying to thrust up. “Give me more. Please.”
You sink down another inch, then stop. “Mmm, you’re so thick right now. That whole bottle really did a number on you, huh? Poor Cho…”He whines in frustration as he grips your hips, snapping his hips forward and buries the rest of his massive length inside you in one brutal thrust.
You laugh breathlessly between moans, legs wrapping around his waist. “Still can’t believe you took the whole fucking bottle, you moron—fuck, right there—”
Choso’s face is buried in your neck, flushed dark red as he whines, “Shut-t the fuck up, ngh—so tight,” he groans against you.
You grin and tug his hair, forcing him to look at you. “Big words for a guy who can’t even follow ‘take one or two.’ How does it feel knowing your cock is this stupidly hard because you’re a gullible idiot?”
His eyes flash with a mix of embarrassment and lust. He pulls out almost completely, then slams back in with a wet slap, making the bed creak. “Feels like I’m gonna lose my mind if I don’t cum inside you again,” he admits, voice cracking. “This is your fault for teasing me. So keep running your mouth if you want…just don’t stop letting me fuck you.”
“My fault?” You gasp as he hits that spot inside you perfectly. “You’re the one who— ah—took the whole fucking bottle, dumbass.”
He laughs breathlessly, the sound turning into a moan as he grinds deeper. “Keep calling me dumb and I’m gonna cum faster.” You wrap your legs around his waist and pull him closer. “Then be a good boy and fill me up. Since you’re so stupidly hard anyway.”
Choso slams into you a few more times before burying himself deep and cumming hard. Thick, hot spurts flood your insides as his whole body shudders. But even as he rides out the orgasm, his cock stays rock-hard. Choso buries his face in your chest, whimpering. “I…I think I’m gonna need you all night.”
You kiss his sweaty forehead, rolling your hips again, “Mhm,” you hum, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him down for a messy kiss. “Cum inside me as many times as you need, dumbass. I’ll keep taking it until your stupidly hard cock finally calms down.”
a/n: IM SO HORNY IT HURTS
