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Choso hates running and going to class.

Not in the normal exhausted way like his teamates. No, he just doesn’t care. He does track because Yuji did, because he’s insanely good at it, because it pays for school. The part where he has to attend classes though. It’s very much optional to him. Half the time he shows up to practice just enough to stay eligible, then dissapears to god knows where. In his head, he’s been doing fine because he still shows up for you. And right now, after weeks of barely catching you between meets, that’s all he cares about.

The second the door shuts, he’s on you. No hesitation, hands pulling you in like he’s been thinking about this all week, because he has “Missed you so much,baby” he breathes, already kissing you like he forgot how to pace himself the second he touched you again.

And you let him just to feel how eager he is, the way he’s already chasing more before you’ve even given him anything. He’s moving like a starved man, dropping to his knees like that’s where he was actually meant to be all this time.

“She missed me too?” he murmurs, half-dazed, voice soft and deliciously needy, like he already knows the answer with the way your panties are soaked, still ,he needs to hear you say it anyway.

You smile, slow but hiding something “Hm,” you hum, like you’re thinking about it “Yeah… she did”

His grip tightens around the soft lace of your underwear immediately, breath hitching, like he’s been rewarded for something he didn’t even earn yet. He leans in again, somehow even more desperate than before and he can’t waste one more second.

But you stop him. Kitten heel gently but firmly pressing against his clothed hard on, holding him exactly where he is.

He freezes, trying to process this feeling of discomfort but also something he can’t quite call anything except…good?

“…baby” he breathes, trying to move past it, to finally get his hands or more like his mouth on what he needs “Ha–please..I can’t move”

You press a bit harder, drawing out a cute mewl out of him “You know what else missed you?” you say softly.

he pauses before opening his mouth “..what?” he asks.

“Your classes, Choso” you chuckle and you see it immediately, the realization. It was cute just how caught he was “heard you been skipping”

“I-I’ve been going to practice” he mumbles in a pathetic attempt to defend himself. You press your heel just a little more “Agh–fuck..” He lets out a rough, breathy sound at the pressure, hand snapping to your ankle, rings clinking softly against your bracelet as he grips you tighter.

“You know that’s not enough, right?” you say, watching him lose whatever little composure he had left.

“I’ll go, okay?” he says quickly, nodding like he’s agreeing before you even finish “I’ll go, I swear. I just—” he cuts himself off, glancing back at you, clearly struggling to focus with your glistening pussy just at arms reach “Don’t deny me this, please”

You raise a brow.

“Please,” he repeats, softer this time, hands tightening on your legs like he needs to keep you close even if you’re not letting him move forward “I-I’ll go to class. I will. I’ll go to all of them, I won’t skip, I’ll stay at practice, I won’t leave early, I’ll—” he exhales, frustrated with himself, voice dropping into something almost pathetic “I’ll be good, I swear”

You tilt your head “Good?”

He nods immediately “Yeah–Yes!”

“How ?”

“Like…” he hesitates, then just gives in, eyes flicking up to you, serious in a way that you’ve frankly never seen before “however you want”

That does something. You don’t move right away. Just let him sit there, waiting, actually waiting, like he knows he doesn’t get anything until you decide “…promise?” you ask “don’t wanna get more emails from your coach ‘bout you”

“I promise!” he says instantly with no hesitation or even questioning why the hell his coach snitching on him to his girlfriend.

You press your heel into him one last time, just to make him feel it, not that he disliked it, apparent from his tip leaking through his shorts. Then slowly move it.

Choso lets out a sigh of relief, finally burying his face between your thighs “—mmph… fuh..tastes s’good…” he mumbles, voice muffled and sloppy against your clit and god was he starving for your perfect cunt, eyes rolling back the moment he inhaled your sweer scent “s-slow down, Cho” you whimper, but maybe making him wait just 5 more minutes was gonna cost you at least 3 orgasms tonight and non functional legs the next day.