choso’s favourite moments with you were always at night. and, no, it wasn’t when he was buried deep inside you (although that was a close second) but, rather, when you played mario kart for absolute hours.
and, even though, he was playing as princess peach right now, it was, definitely, not his favourite moment.
a smile creeped onto your face as your side of the screen wrote a clear ‘VICTORY!’, which choso only replied with a pout.
“i can see that.” choso interrupted, attempting to irritate you.
which, obviously, didn’t work because how could you be angry when your beautiful, heartbroken choso looked so edible.
his scowl only deepened when you answered with a giggle, moving towards him, hesitantly— as if he was an unknown stray that would runaway any second.
“cho, are you angry?” a teasing question— it was clear he was, to some point, bothered by your countless wins.
a shake of the head responded to your question, his fingers tracing patterns over the console he was holding. seemingly acting nonchalant, which was quite the opposite of choso.
your hand cupped his chin, turning his head to look at you, which made choso, involuntarily, turn a shade of red.
before he could argue, you peppered his, already, flushed face with kisses. they, absolutely, overstimulated choso— in an exhilarating way.
you even went to the point of biting choso’s cheek, with love, of course.
at that point, he couldn’t stop himself from breaking the facade— a grin painting his face as he swatted you away.
and, yet again, choso fell into your trap with a beaming smile, as he lost another round.
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