𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 | 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐛𝐲
and actually, people seemed to underestimate that word. to love, to cherish, to treasure – those words sounded beautiful, but none of them felt big enough to describe what he truly felt for you.
because for him, it was something close to worship. that feeling of reverence that clouded his gaze and made his soul tremble whenever you allowed him to kneel before you.
choso often wrapped his arms around your bare legs, leaving a trail of kisses along your knees before making his way higher, toward your thighs. he often looked up at you through darkened eyes, savoring the slightest change in your expression. he often watched you from beneath long lashes as you spread your legs wider, allowing him to bury himself between them.
and he always managed to drive you senseless with nothing but his tongue.
you could say it had become his little hobby – watching the way your lips pressed together whenever the tip of his tongue barely brushed your entrance. the way you turned your flushed face away when he dragged his tongue from bottom to top over your clit, repeating the motion again and again. the way your body twisted beneath him when his warm breath brushed against you, his tongue still working you while his finger pressed against that sensitive spot.
choso never wanted it to end. that was the whole point of his hobby – he could do it forever. more than that – he craved it every single day.
sometimes he would just sit on the couch, counting down the minutes until you got home from work, only to practically pounce on you the moment you walked through the door, kissing you deeply and steering you toward the bedroom.
the location hardly mattered compared to the feeling of your body against his mouth.
tired? not in the mood? or maybe the opposite?
for choso, there was only ever one solution – settling himself between your legs and taking you apart again and again, from the middle of the night until the first rays of morning sunlight.
and without fail, the image he wanted most remained the same. before sleep, after waking up, in the middle of the day: your legs squeezing around his head, your fingers tangled in his hair, and your moans filling the apartment with the most beautiful melody he had ever heard.
“sweetheart,” choso began, lying on his stomach as he watched you read, completely absorbed in your book.
when you simply looked back at him, his stomach twisted into knots. he licked his lips.
“can we… try something today?”
you tilted your head slightly. completely unfazed, he continued:
“would you like to sit on my face?”
you nearly choked on air as you set your book down on the nightstand. he frowned a little.
“do you need help? did i say something wrong?” he shifted closer.
after clearing your throat, you shook your head and asked why he would suddenly suggest something like that.
“you taught me how to use this device.” he pointed at your laptop.
“while you were away, i spent some time online reading other people’s ridiculous stories. and i happened to come across discussions of… a different nature.” he opened the laptop and pointed to a forum thread about bringing the spark back into a relationship.
“…ignore the title. this is what caught my attention.”
he tapped a paragraph describing how delighted the author’s wife had become after he learned certain cunnilingus techniques.
“i followed several other links after that. some of them even had instructional videos.”
“choso, did you watch porn?”
“…i’m unfamiliar with that word.”
he closed the laptop and turned toward you.
“but that’s not the point. if you’d like, i could do that for you. i would… really like to.” his voice had gone quieter.
after a long moment, you finally gave a small nod. choso moved closer immediately, sliding his hands over your pajama shorts, along your waist and hip bones as though he were touching you for the very first time. he leaned down, slowly lifting your shirt and leaving a trail of kisses across your stomach until he reached the waistband of your shorts. then, just as carefully, he pulled your shorts and underwear off together and set them aside on the bed.
for a moment, he simply stopped and looked. admiring every inch of you.
“sweetheart, could you take your shirt off too?” he asked it in little more than a whisper.
when there was no clothing left on your body, choso’s jaw tightened. a vein stood out along his neck, just as it always did whenever he became truly aroused. and he hadn’t even started yet.
swallowing hard, he lay back and gently pulled you forward by the hips until you were sitting on top of him. the friction of your bare skin against his clothes made you frown slightly.
“move closer to my face… please.” the words came out rough with anticipation.
you pushed yourself up and crawled toward him on your knees. you hesitated. it felt strangely embarrassing to sit directly on him like that. but by then, his warm hands had already settled around your hips, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin.
his voice was lower now. barely like the choso you knew.
the moment you started lowering yourself onto him, he grabbed your hips and firmly seated you on his mouth, holding you there so you couldn’t pull away. you gasped, clapping a hand over your mouth. and choso’s tongue was already on you.
he ran it from the bottom up along your folds, just the way you always loved, making you gasp again. and again. then he slid higher, circling that sensitive skin, teasing and deliberately avoiding your clit. he repeated this several times, then looked up at you.
and what he saw nearly made him pass out.
that view of you from above – warm, slick arousal already smeared across his lips, your soft belly, your breasts, nipples hard, bitten lips and flushed face – almost made him come right there in his pants.
from where he lay beneath you, your body above his face looked… majestic. magnificent. unbearably gorgeous.
after that, his tongue was on your clit in an instant. steady, rhythmic movements over that sensitive spot made you clench. choso felt the warmth of your thighs against his ears, and it drove him to move even faster.
one of his hands slid from your hips to your waist, squeezing your breast and stroking your nipple in the same rhythm. letting out a stifled sound, you rolled your hips slightly against his face.
“…can you do that again?” he said against your skin, then went back to his ministrations.
you hesitantly moved your hips once more.
“yes, like that. please… ride… ride my face, sweetheart,” he whispered, shifting his tongue toward your entrance, slowly licking around it before returning to the center.
at the same time, your sweet moan filled the apartment, making you instinctively keep moving your hips. your clit brushed against his nose, sending shivers through your entire body. yours – and his too.
choso started picking up the pace, gripping your thighs harder. when you finally let go, stopped holding part of your weight in the air, and began moving faster on his face, choso let out a choked whimper.
it felt so good watching you fall apart. for him, this was even better than being inside you, better than chasing his own release. he whimpered when your wetness began dripping down his chin, hot and slick, running past his jaw and onto his neck.
“please, i’m begging you… come on my face,” choso whined, seeing how close you were to the edge.
you grabbed his hair, trying to hold onto that rhythm, that maddening pleasure his tongue was giving you, racing toward a release that didn’t take long to arrive.
white noise flooded your ears as you came with a loud moan, clutching his hair. wetness spread over his flushed face, coating his lips, his nose, the hollow of his throat – everywhere he'd been waiting to feel you.
after a while, you climbed off him, collapsing onto the bed with trembling legs, completely spent. you both lay in silence for a couple of minutes until choso turned to you again.
“so… when can we do that again?”
after all, it really was his favorite hobby.
