the prince's domain

Choso immediately felt his body grow warm from the message, his eyes drinking in each detail of the beautifully, neat print and the adorable drawn parts over each lowercased I. He was confused as to why he specifically got this card, but even more confused as to why he got it on a random work day…until his younger brother and the office intern walked in behind him. 

“Hey, what'd ya get?" Yuji asked, clapping a hand over Choso’s shoulder. "Oooh, is that a Valentine's Day card?! You got a Valentine, bro?!" He said it so loud that the people chilling in the lounge stared at him curiously. 

Choso blinked at his younger brother for a short second, realizing that it was, in fact, Valentine’s Day. A day of romance, romcom marathons on TV, and companies marketing romance to couples and horrible partners who didn’t show their significant others affection through sweet gestures throughout the year so they made up for it through chocolates and last-minute flowers. 

He had forgotten that it was Valentine’s Day, figuring that it was just a normal, cold winter workday in the office. He paid no attention to the red and pink hearts decorating his favorite cafe or the flower shop at the end of the corner being 50% off today only. He called himself dumb for it, but he was just oblivious. He paid no mind to holidays except for Christmas and Halloween (since that was his favorite one). Any other day was just a normal day for him. 

So the fact that he was receiving a V-Day card despite having NEVER gotten one before, even in high school, was more than strange to him. It felt odd, like something was askew in his life and he couldn’t figure out what. "Fuck, Yuji, shut up!" Choso hissed, smacking Yuji hard in the side. "I don't know what this is. It's probably not even for me." 

Choso wasn't a bad-looking guy. Quite the contrary. He thought he was pretty average with his black, mullet-like hair, pale skin, lean yet muscular build, and the dark circles surrounding his brown eyes that was hereditary and not because he was the IT guy at a busy business center. He also had tattoos that he hid behind his baggy sweaters and piercings—one embedded in his brow, a couple in his ears, and snakebites that he took out for work. 

But he was never as lucky in the dating department as his twin brothers were. Yuji, a tall high school student with a bright smile, soft pink hair, and skills for all sports, was quite popular among the girls. Sukuna, who was the total opposite of their golden boy brother Yuji, always had a different girl under his arm every week, his tattoos, piercings, and jagged personality making him a heartthrob (Choso never understood it). 

But Choso? He was lucky to have a girl even smile at him. He didn’t have a big, boisterous personality like Yuji and he wasn’t a “bad boy” like Sukuna. He was a tech nerd; always had been, always would be. You’d often find him in the IT department sitting at his work desk, peering through his glasses at a laptop screen, muttering swears to himself when he ran into a complicated issue or rolling his eyes over the phone with a client who just didn’t understand technology. 

He didn’t go on dates. He didn’t participate in workplace dating or hookups because of the messiness that came from them. He was never asked out or given phone numbers. And thought sometimes it got him down in the dumps, he also knew that if any other girl ever showed interest, he wouldn’t be as excited about it. Because his feelings were reserved for someone else. 

Yuji curiously peered down at the heart-shaped card, sipping his takeout cold brew. "But it's under your mug though.” Choso shrugged, trying to seem passive but his heart was thumping wildly. “Yeah, but someone probably left it here by accident." 

Yuji hummed indifferently, smirking at his older brother. “Mmmm, I dunno, Cho. It's pretty strategic that your secret admirer left it right here." He gave Choso a wink to which the black-haired tech nerd shoved him again, pushing him away from the door to the hallway. "I don't have a secret admirer." 

But even he started wondering if that was even true. It didn’t make sense that someone would “accidentally" leave a V-Day card under his favorite mug; the only mug he used at work. It was a Pokémon mug shaped like Gengar, his red eyes and creepy yet adorable smile posted on the front. Nobody used it but Choso, and someone knew that he did. 

When and Yuji walked back out into the office hallway, Choso stopped dead in his tracks when he heard the sweetest thing he has heard all morning: your voice. You were giggling as you came skipping out of the elevator with another work friend of yours, a bright smile on your pretty face, dressed in your pink puffer coat and matching hat, gloves, and scarf. 

You looked so fucking cute, Choso couldn’t help but realize. He stared at you like a longing idiot as you obliviously skipped down the hallway between cubicles, telling people “Happy Valentine’s Day” and reaching into your bag to hand out V-Day cards. Choso watched as employees’ faces broke into expressions of surprise, happiness, and affection, touched by your sweetness and infectious generosity. Choso was more than attracted to it. 

And to you, the cute little office assistant that had been bugging him for over a year since you arrived. 

He watched as you skipped over to your cubicle, pink and decorated adorably, which was right beside Yuki’s, situated outside of your boss’ door that sat adjacent to you as his assistant. You smiled as came into Yuki’s little office who turned toward you in her chair, her blonde hair in a ponytail. She gasped when you presented her with a red card decorated in tiny hearts, your glossy, juicy-looking, pink lips stretching into a grin. "Happy Valentine's Day!" you chirped. "This is for you, Yuki!" 

Yuki covered her mouth with her glossy acrylics, touched by such a gift. “Awww, honey!" she cooed. "This is so sweet! You're such a doll, thank you!" She stood and hugged you tight, never mind the snow dusting your coat. Choso’s body ached to feel you against him like that, holding you tight. 

“Maybe she gave it to ya," Yuji whispered, earning an elbow in the gut. He laughed and rubbed his stomach as Choso shoved the card away into his coat to hide. ”Shut up. Don't even mention that shit." 

The truth was Choso had a sick obsession with you. Like beyond unhinged and borderline mental. He wasn't thinking about kidnapping you and stealing you away to keep as his own…at least not ALL the time, but only if you happened to be chatting with the losers and fuckboys crawling around the office that seemed to always be sniffing at you like horn dogs. 

He couldn’t exactly blame them. You radiated a sweetness and an adorableness that was attractive as it was sexy. You always wore pink every season, with some additional colors tossed into the mix, but pink was your obsession. Choso thought it was so cute how you decorated your cubicle with the color, pumping hot coffee out of your pink coffee machine into your pink mugs, typing away on your laptop with your fresh, pink acrylics and scribbling notes with your sparkly, pink pens. 

You were a walking, talking sun drop, but he has overheard some regard you as a bimbo. It had everything to do with your personality, so bubbly and oblivious, and the clothes you wore. You often came in wearing hip-hugging skirts and dresses that hugged your curvy form and accentuated the curve of your ass, thighs, and tits. You never dressed inappropriately, but your banging body made it so any type of clothing looked obscene on you. 

Anytime Choso saw you, you always gave him a polite wave and a smile, telling him “Hi, Choso!” and “Good morning!” in your sweet voice. Whenever you walked by to deliver papers to someone or to chat with IT about your laptop crashing again (to which Choso always made himself available to help you), he could smell your sweet perfume and body mists. Sometimes, you smelled like vanilla and gourmet goods, other times you smelled like spring flowers. 

God, he wanted you. He ached to push your conversations to somewhere other than the weather and usual pleasantries at work. He yearned to get the balls to finally ask you out. But every time he tried, he either always chickened out, his anxiety getting the best of him, or someone beat him to the punch. 

“Besides, she probably has a date already,” he whispered to Yuji. Just as he said it, he overheard Yuki chatting with you as she brewed you some coffee. “So you ready for your date tonight?” she giggled to you with a wink. “It’s with that security guard Nao, right?” 

Instantly, Choso felt his stomach drop. Not just because you had a Valentine already, but because it was with one of the worst fuckboys in the building. He couldn’t stand Nao or any of the security guards that swore they were hot shit just because they were big, buff, and intimidated visitors. Not to mention they went through girls like Choso went through black nail polish. 

But why the hell would someone as pretty as you go out with someone like him? He was just the tech nerd. He wasn’t anything special. So he always watched from afar, keeping his feelings to himself. But as watched as you went around handing out other V-Day cards to those in your department, he started thinking that maybe it would be possible to change this situation and finally have you for himself. 

‘Nah,’ he thought and went to the IT department located at the far end of the office near the control rooms. He wasn't even in your department, so why the hell would you randomly give him a V-Day card?

******************

That night, Choso stayed after hours as he usually did to get some work done early, but it was also because he didn’t want to face the depressing fact that he was single on Valentine’s Day. Again. 

It wasn’t anything new. He had been single for a long time, so he grew comfortable with the idea of being by himself, especially on Valentine’s Day. Besides, it wasn’t a real holiday anyway; just something to force people to buy into the idea of romance and what it was supposed to be. 

Yet even when he thought this, he still felt a pang of envy when Yuji bid him farewell for his own date with his boyfriend Megumi tonight and Sukuna told him that he’d be home late tonight after yet another date with a girl he met during classes. Both of his brothers were comfortable in their dating lives, always experiencing the new, exciting things that come with romance and attraction. But Choso wasn’t. He didn’t even know the first thing about dating the way he knew laptops, viruses, and coding. 

Which is how he found himself at his work desk, getting the assignments meant for next week done early with a steaming mug of coffee and his extra cartridge of cherry-flavored vape beside him. He was a weed-smoker, but sometimes he chose his vapes to take the edge off when he was alone. He preferred working alone in the dimly-lit room with just the glow of his laptop and his Spotify playlist playing softly on his phone. 

It was something that took his mind off of the strange V-Day card and the stupid idea that he had a “secret admirer”. His brother as stupid. There was no way any girl, especially you, left that for him without it being some misunderstanding or an accident. 

But just as he glanced at the clock to see that it was 7PM and saved the Excel chart that he was working on, he heard something. A little rattle that didn’t sound normal like the sounds of the janitor working on cleaning the office. Alarmed, Choso stood up and grabbed his ring of keys before locking up the IT room with his stuff inside and venturing out in the empty office. Everyone has long since gone home…except for one, apparently. 

As he turned the corner to see all of the cubicles lining the small office space, he saw you standing at yours, struggling with your short self with moving your desk. You grunted and whimpered, your knees buckling and arms straining in your bubblegum pink work dress. Choso tried not to check you out too much, but it was hard since the dress stopped right at your creamy thighs since it was riding up so much and showed off the slender curve of your breasts. 

Were you wearing a push-up bra? He had to wonder since your tits looked a lot perkier than usual, bouncing enticingly as you struggled to move your work desk. 

You pulled your hair up as you worked and adorably enough, still wore your ballet flats even though this was some heavy lifting you were trying to do. Cleaning products littered your little space and everything looked a lot more organized than this morning: papers neatly stacked, folders filed away, desk wiped down, etc. How long had you been in here without Choso realizing it?

When you finally gave up and released the desk with a cute huff of frustration, you turned, realizing that you were being watched. “Oh!” you exclaimed, planting a hand on your heart. “Choso, hi! You scared me.” Choso felt instant guilt and regret for staring at you from your cubicle doorway, feeling like a creep. “Sorry. I just…I’m usually the only one here besides the janitors.” 

You instantly looked like you had gotten caught with your hand in the cookie jar, standing there among your pink fortress. “U-Uh…I’m just organizing! My area was sooo dirty! Lotta cobwebs and all.” You motioned behind your desk, but Choso didn’t see anything. No dirt, no trash, and definitely no cobwebs. But he didn’t mention it. Okay. You need any help?” 

He watched in amusement as you went back to trying to move your desk, squatting in your dress much to his enjoyment. “No, no, I’ve got it! It’s MY desk, s-so…” You cutely grunted, damn near popping a blood vessel. Finally, you gave up and gave him a sheepish look. “Yeah,” you sighed. “Thanks, Choso.” 

Choso was already stripping off his sweater, revealing the black V-neck and his tattoos underneath, unaware that you were staring hard. “Sure thing.” He tossed his sweater on your Hello Kitty wheeled chair as he came into your little office space, smirking humorously at the overabundance of pink items: pink coffee mugs, a pink coffee machine, pink posters, pink pens, a pink file holder.

“So you like pink?” he asked, smirking. You gave him a sheepish, shy smile. “Is it that obvious?” you giggled. “I just love the color. I think it makes me look cuter.” He didn’t tell you that he agreed, holding his breath as he walked by you to avoid popping a boner at the scent of your sugary body mist. 

He walked right up to your desk and pulled on it, keeping a firm grip on it. You told him where to move it and he pushed it up against the wall of your cubicle so instead of you facing away from the doorway, you could see it from the side. Is here good?” he asked, barely panting from the movement. You happily nodded, jumping up and down, making him fall deeper for you. “It’s PERFECT! Wow, there’s so much room now!” 

Quickly, you cleaned up everything from behind your desk—only a fallen pen and a wrapper of strawberry gum—before you turned to Choso with glittering eyes filled with gratitude. Thank you so much, Choso! Can I buy you dinner? Oh, wait, you might have a date tonight, right? Not that I heard or anything, but it’s Valentine’s Day, so I figured that…” You abruptly stopped, looking embarrassed. “Sorry. I’m babbling again. I talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

Choso raised a curious eyebrow at you. Nervous? Why were you nervous? Was it him doing that to you? “O-Oh, no, it’s fine,” he awkwardly replied. "I’m gonna be here for awhile. And no…no date. Just me.” He knew it sounded as pathetic as he felt saying it, but you seemed to hide your pity for him rather well. 

“Oh! Well, that’s cool…I-I mean, not cool that you don’t have a date, b-but cool that you’re cool about it!” Externally, he saw you cringe to yourself at your babbling and he quirked a little smile, finding you oh-so adorable that it was hard to resist not falling more for you with every passing second. 

God, how much cuter could you fucking get? Were you trying to get snatched up by him? All he wanted to do is scoop you up and put you in his pocket! 

An awkward silence descended upon you as he watched you work away with organizing your desk space again, your pink nails gleaming in the dimly-lit office. “So what are you up to tonight?” he finally asked. “Don’t you have a date or somethin’?”

As if realizing that, you blinked at him and popped up straight like a Jack In The Box Box holding a spray bottle. “O-Oh, yeah!” you squeaked. “I mean, I did, but…b-but…” And immediately, you dropped the bottle and burst into tears. 

A sob-like exhale broke through that chest and sobs began to escape those pretty lips as you weeped into your hands. Like full on bawling, ruining-your-makeup type crying. Choso stared,  taken aback, not sure what to do. “I-I’m sorry,” he awkwardly said. “I didn’t mean to…” Quickly, he reached for the box of tissues sitting next to you and handed them to you. “Here. Sorry.” 

You paused enough to grab a tissue and blew into it, luckily not fucking up your pretty makeup too much. Your lashes were still long and thick with mascara and your lips were still juicy and pink. “Thanks,” you hiccuped before using the tissue to dab at your eyes. “It’s not your fault, Choso. I’m so sorry to freak you out like this.” 

“It’s cool,” Choso said, still worried, but glad that he wasn’t the one to make you cry with his presence. “You okay? Did I say somethin’ wrong?” 

“N-No,” you sniffled, vigorously shaking your head. “It’s just that…I had to cancel my date tonight. You know Nao, right?” Choso nodded. Everyone did. Again, the guy was a total player. 

“Well, he had asked me to dinner tonight after work. He told me he always had a thing for me, but I never knew!” 

Choso resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Nao probably only told you that to butter you up and a girl as cute, oblivious, and slightly naive as you, you probably took his word for it, thinking he was genuine. “S-So, I…” You paused, covering your face as you muttered, “This is sooo embarrassing.” 

But Choso crossed his arms over his chest, surprising both himself and you by uttering, “Try me.” He couldn’t help! He hated to see you so upset, especially over some stupid guy like Nao who only thought with the head in his pants and not the one attached to his skull. 

You still looked apprehensive saying anything, but you continued nonetheless. “Well, people were telling me to be careful because he always has lots of girlfriends. I ignored them, but earlier, I overheard him and his friend talking about me.” Just like that, your lush bottom lip wobbled and your eyes welled with tears again. “He just wanted to take me home for sex and then leave me alone! Yuki told me that would happen, but she still was excited for me to go and…” 

You stopped, your shoulders slumping. You looked oh-so down. “I feel so stupid,” you sighed. “But what else is new? That’s all anyone ever calls me.” 

Now Choso was mad. Really, really mad. “What?” he demanded. “Who? Did Nao call you that?” He wanted to find the douche himself and make him regret ever making you cry. Not many knew this, but in addition to being a tech nerd and a video game buff, Choso was also a gym guy, using free time to pump iron and work on his cardio. 

When you looked away, your silence a deafening answer, his urge to find Nao and strangle him grew. “I really thought he was different,” you sniffled. “But why would he wanna date me? All he sees me as is an airhead. A dumb fucking bimbo.” 

With every horrible word you uttered, Choso felt his gut twist. He wanted to tell you that you were none of those things. But he didn’t, watching you hug yourself tight, consequently smushing your tits together. “It wouldn’t have been a fun date anyway. I would’ve been thinking about someone else the whole time.” 

Suddenly, as if realizing what you said, you gave him an uneasy look, your eyes big and wide as saucers. Choso felt his throat tighten and his heart furiously pound, but he did his best to keep as easy as possible. Chill. Not at all interested in knowing who already had your heart. “Oh…well, who then?” he asked. “S-Sorry, I…you don’t have to tell me. It’s none of my business.” 

He blushed furiously, turning away to hide his red cheeks. He felt as desperate as he was sure he looked. To give himself something to do, he bent down under your desk and began to busy himself untangling wires, not wanting you to trip over them. 

“No, no, it’s fine,” you replied. “Um…a-actually, it’s someone I gave a V-Day card to today, but I doubt they even got it.” Abruptly, Choso stopped detangling as the room began to squeeze around him. 

“I’ve always been too scared to tell them how I feel,” you continued. “I didn’t think they’d care or even go for someone like me. We’re total opposites, but still, I…I really like him.”

SMACK! 

“Ow, fuck!” Choso grunted as he slammed his head against the top of your desk. He forgot in a split second that he was underneath it and like an idiot, hurt himself trying to stand. “Choso!” you worriedly asked. You kneeled down beside him and helped him out from under your desk. You looked so afraid for him, your hands carding through his black locks. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah, I…” He paused, licking his lips. “No, I’m not,” he answered. But it wasn’t because of the injury and possible bruise he just gave himself. It was because of you, the adorable, pretty little thing kneeling in front of him with your tits in his face and your whipped cream-sweet scent tantalizing him, could possibly like him. Want him.

“Did you hurt yourself? Here, let me get the first aid kit!” You raced to get up, but he stopped you, placing a hand on yours. An electric shock ran through him at your soft touch and you seemed to feel it too when you looked down at his veiny hand covering yours. “No, m’fine,” he replied. “I just feel like a fuckin’ idiot.” 

“What?!” you exclaimed, your eyes comically widening. “You’re, like, the smartest person in here! You’re like a tech wizard or something! How can you—“ 

There you went babbling again, but Choso found a way to shut you up. Gently, he cupped your jaw and placed a soft kiss on your lips, silencing you. A soft moan of surprise left your lips before you fell into the kiss, your lips melding with his. He swallowed your mewls and soft moans as he kissed your lips, making his sticky with your gloss. He gave you those moans right back, desperate and yearning, as you gripped his shoulders and biceps, feeling him up. 

He could feel how warm and soft you were as his hands tentatively dragged down your back, feeling you up. They ended up falling to your ass and quickly he tried to retract them, but you surprised him by placing them back on the curve of your irresistible behind.

You ended up into his lap suddenly, forcing him to feel the rest of your body heat, especially between your thighs. You grinded against his crotch as your hands stroked up his chest and his squeezed and molded the thick, soft globes of your ass under your dress. Fucking finally. “So the tech nerd is what you want?” he panted. You pulled away, staring at him dazed, kissed dumb. 

“I got your card,” he explained. “You left it under my mug.” Instantly, realization flooded into your eyes and your lips parted, a silent explanation on them. “I thought it was an accident or a joke, but now that I know you wrote it for me…” He gripped you to him, needing to understand.

“So it wasn’t a joke or a prank? You actually left it for me?” 

Your eyes were soft as you gazed at him, peering up at him through your thick lashes. “Yes,” you softly replied. “I really like you, Choso. I’ve always been too shy to tell you.” Choso felt his entire body go flush like he just finished running a marathon and he could hardly breathe. 

“I-I don’t know what to say,” he stammered. 

Your lush, glossy lips pouted seductively at him, in need of more kissing. “Don’t say anything. Just kiss me again.” You placed your hands on his chest, groping and feeling him up through his shirt. “Please?” you whispered with those big, brown eyes. And how could he ever say no to that? Or to pretty little you? 

Quickly, he kissed you again, pushing you back against your desk. Instinctively, you hopped onto the edge of it, causing Choso to slip between your thighs as he continued to kiss you. You grabbed his shoulders and pulled him closer to you, giving him the initiative to touch you more. 

“Finally,” he murmured through your kiss. “I’ve been wanting you…wanting you for so fuckin’ long.” One hand trailed up your back to caress your spine while the other rested on your ass, coaxing you to continue to grind your hips into him. “Me too,” you whimpered as he nibbled gently on your plump, pillowy-soft bottom lip. 

“Yeah?” he murmured. He stared into your dazed, hooded eyes, his cock embarrassingly brushing against you. “Y-Yeah,” you panted. “Fuck, Choso, I need you closer!” You practically tossed yourself at him, cupping his face in your hands as your sticky, glossed lips slid against his. 

He smiled through the kiss, happy to know that you had been aching for him in secrecy too. This was insane! He was so sure he would go home tonight, play some video games, and smoke a blunt to end his night. He didn’t expect anything like this to happen to someone like him. And he certainly didn't expect to find his mouth latched onto your neck, giving you hickeys, while your hands boldly slid down to his ass.

“Fuck,” you whimpered, your sweet voice making him hard as a rock. “Cho, I-I need—“ 

CLANK, CLANK!

Abruptly, you both jumped away at the sound of metal against metal, finding the janitor right outside with his cart of cleaning supplies and his headphones on. “Whoops!” the old man exclaimed, holding his gloved hands up in defense. “Sorry to interrupt! You kids don’t mind none!” 

He didn’t seem at all alarmed that he caught two coworkers dry humping after hours, but then again, he probably saw worse working here. As he rolled away humming, you and Choso looked at each other, panting, and then began to giggle. “Sorry,” he chuckled. “Do you wanna stop or—?” 

“No,” you whimpered, gripping his body to yours like you were afraid he’d vanish. You locked your legs around his waist, keeping him there. “I don’t want you to take this the wrong way,” you said, your tone sultry and sweet. “I’m not doing this ‘cause my date fell through. I’ve always liked you, Cho, and there’s a reason why I gave you that card.” 

You gave him a shy smile that nearly makes him bust right there in his pants. “If you’re down for it,” you added, batting those pretty lashes at him. “I’d really like for you to be my Valentine…will you?” 

Choso had to hold his breath to keep from nutting. This was a dream come true! “Fuck yes,” he grunted. “Come with me. My office has a door that locks.” You broke out into the prettiest smile, making Choso smile too. He loved making you happy. “Okay,” you giggled. “Let me just gather my stuff.” 

Choso helped you gather your pink Coach tote bag along with your recyclable Starbucks cup studded in rhinestones, thinking of you as some pretty princess from a distant land who only indulged in cute shit. He then took your hand and led you to the IT department right to his office. As soon as he was inside, the door was locked behind him and you placed your items aside, forgotten. 

The only thing that mattered was you now as you reached behind you and confidently unzipped your dress for him. “Oh, fuck,” he moaned, shuddering at the sight of you. Each curve was sculpted to perfection, your skin illuminated by the glow of laptop screens, your tits jiggling and bouncing as you yanked the dress down your body. 

He helped you bring your dress down your ankles while you slid off your shoes, leaving you in just your pink lace bra and Strawberry Shortcake panties. He laughed at your undies, making you smack his arm. “I think they’re cute,” he cooed, bending down to press a kiss to your ass. 

"Cho,” you giggled, reaching a hand back to caress his hair. “You’re making me blush.” That was music to his ears. He wanted nothing more than to make you blush and giggle and smile and cum for as long as you wanted him around. “Baby, he groaned. “You’re perfect.” Realizing his slip-up when you turned around with a shocked expression, he blushed with regret and stood. “S-Sorry, is it okay if I call you that?” 

Luckily for him, you were still giving him that pretty, giddy smile. “Yeah,” you giggled. “You’re not too bad yourself.” You began to strip off his clothes as he toed off his shoes, laughing as you helped him tug his sleeves down his too-big biceps and stole hot, breathless kisses in between.

Off came his shirt, revealing his toned body and tatted arms to you. He never liked to brag about himself, but the way you were looking at him made him want to. You stared at him like he was a Ken Doll you just unwrapped. “Oh, wow,” you shuddered, gazing upon him. "I’ve always wanted to see you like this.” You placed your hands on him, hot and soft, making him shiver. 

“Yeah?” he gulped. You nodded, sexily biting your lip. “Me too, baby. You have no fuckin’ idea.” His eyes drank in your cleavage, wanting to stuff his face in it, as you felt him up.

“You’re so, so pretty, Chosi,” you mewl, dragging your long, pink, pretty nails across his skin. You ran your hands over every part of him: his arms; his hips; his chest and pecs; his toned stomach that led down to his V-line pebbled in a happy trail. “I-I didn’t shave,” he stammered. “Is that okay?” But you were more than okay with it, kneeling down in front of his bulge pressing beneath his slacks. 

“That’s so sexy,” you whimpered. You then unbuckled his slacks for him and yanked them down alongside his briefs, revealing his curved, girthy cock to you, harder than steel and veiny from the shaft to his balls. The way you stared made him dizzy with arousal. “I wanna make my Valentine feel extra good~”, you purred before bending down to press your lips to his cock head, leaving a stain of your gloss there. “Can I, Papa?” you whispered. 

Can you?! Choso swore he almost busted the fattest load on your face from the pet name and that sultry look alone. “Yes,” he choked out. “Fuck yes, baby, please.” 

You giggled and suddenly, his thick, fat cock was wrapped in your soft lips, your tongue lapping at the pre-cum bubbling from the head. You settled on your knees and began to suck without hands for a moment as you unclipped your bra, revealing your soft, juicy tits and glittering nipple piercings to him. 

Choso moaned quietly at the sight of your pretty, swollen nipples so flushed and pinched between the studs of your piercings, making him want to lap and nip at the hard peaks himself. Your pretty eyes and doll-like lashes stared up at him while you stroked and gagged on his cock like it was your profession. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, tossing his head back at the sensations. He wanted so desperately to keep looking at you, but the sight and the feeling was almost too much. 

Your mouth was just so wet and your throat was so tight! When you released him, your mouth and lips were coated in spit and pre-cum, your lash line slightly glittering in tears. “You taste so good, Chosi,” you moaned, biting your lower lip as you watched your hand stroke his wet cock up and down as fast as a blur. He was just as hypnotized, loving how your pretty, vibrant nails look wrapped around his thick, veiny dick. 

You pressed his hard dick against your soft cheek, nuzzling it. “Am I doin’ a good job?” you teasingly asked. “Am I makin’ you feel good?” You dipped back down to take him deeper down your throat, gagging and choking along his length. He grunted, one hand gripping your hair while the other grabbed the edge of his desk. “God, yes!” he moaned. “You’re doin’ so fuckin’ good f’me, baby. Such a good girl.

You giggled, drunk off of him, and continued to eagerly take him, your soft lips sliding along his shaft as your mouth slid up and down, up and down, giving him throat like he had never experienced in his life…and in his office, no less! “Oh, my God,” he groaned, his brown eyes rolling back behind his skull. “Shit, baby.” 

You watched him intently, loving how the whites of his eyes looked. “You taste so good, Cho,” you purred through lips wet with his pre and your spit. “I need more. Gimme more.” Choso paused, staring down at you in awe. “You sure?” he whispered, but when your mouth locked on him again, it was too much to handle.

“H-Ha, shit! Oh, fuck, hgn, baby, hold on!” he groaned. “M’gonna cum!” You eagerly sucked him more, swallowing him down. “No, no, wait!” he gasped.“I-I—oh, fuck, I wanna make you feel good too!” 

Immediately, you stopped, confused, drool dripping form your bottom lip, and your eyes shone with lust. “How do you want me, Papa?” you slurred. Choso felt a feral fire ignite inside of him as you stood on wobbly legs, prompting him to grab you to stead you (and to just fucking touch you). “I don’t care,” he hissed. “I just wanna taste you.” 

He didn’t expect for you to bend over his desk for him when he demanded it. “Bend over for me,” he said in his deep, smooth voice that made you whimper. Gone was the nerdy, shy Choso, his new identity created by you and your adorable sexiness. 

You looked back at him, presenting your ass to him to take for himself, the cheeky pink panties wedged between your full asscheeks the way he wanted to me. He felt like a wild animal the way he moved your panties down to your knees, leading you to reach back and pry your ass cheeks apart. He couldn’t believe it! He was staring dead at your puckered asshole and your pussy, glistening and wet for him. 

“Oh, fuck,” he groaned. Such pretty holes you had. His hands molded and smacked your ass, loving the way it jiggled and how you gasped every single time his hand came down to hit one of your jiggly, soft asscheeks. Then he shoved his face into your pussy, starved for you. 

“Oh, my God!” you gasped in delight as his tongue hit your pussy lips. “Is that a tongue piercing?!” He pulled away to smile, the stud embedded in the muscle already slick with your wetness. “My brother did it for me,” he murmured. “I-I can take it out if you—mmph!” You reached back to shove his face back into your pussy, shutting him up.

His lips and tongue quickly became well acquainted with your hot, wet, pretty little pussy, licking, sucking, and lapping up your juices which you allow by pressing your ass further into him. “Fuck, Choso!” you moaned, moving one arm back to run your fingers through his long, black, mullet. “You’re so, so good at this!” You made sounds and moved your hips in a way that made him feel like every other guy you had been with hadn’t been treating that body right. 

He wanted to make up for all of it, so he continued to lap at your sweet, pretty little cunt and moan as he did it, drunk off of the taste of you. He was drunk in love with the way your ass bounced in his face, wanting to see his cum dripping down it; the way your cute sobs and whines of pleasure sounded in his eardrums; the way your nails massaged his scalp as you gripped his hair; the way your ass and hips whined and ground back into his mouth like a little slut in heat. 

“You’re so good to me, babe,” he murmurs against your clit. “My girl taste so, so good. “You whimpered at his words, sneaking your hand down to rub your clit while he tongue-fucked you against his desk, your slick dripping down your inner thighs. But when he curled his tongue up and his piercing hit your clit, you damn near hit the ceiling. “O-Oh, fuck!” you loudly gasped. “Shit, Choso, yes!” You immediately paused, listening for any voices. 

Though he felt his cock surge, proud that he could make you bring that voice out for him, he gave you his fingers to suck on. “Here,” he slurred. “Open your mouth f’me.” You pried your lips open and sucked on his fingers, using them to pacify you as he began to finger fuck you with those long fingers and painted nails with his other hand. He listened to your body, watching as you fucked that wet, gushing pussy onto his digits in time with him curling them up against that spot. 

“I’m gonna cum, Cho,” you whined around his fingers. He blinked at you, a rush of arousal rushing through him like a drug. “Really?” he panted. “O-On my fingers?” You shook your head, looking oh-so needy as you stared back at him. “I wanna cum on your cock,” you boldly whispered. “W-Wanna feel you. Please, Papa?” 

Between your hot begging and your dripping pussy gripping his fingers, Choso wanted nothing more than to pound you against his desk. But there was one problem: no protection. “B-But I don’t have a—“ 

“I’m on the pill,” you interrupted him, beckoning him with your eyes and that clenching, squelching pussy. “It’s okay, Choso. Just fuck me.” He ain’t need anymore persuasion. Quickly, spat on his cock and had you turn around to do the same for extra measure, making it slick in saliva. As he slid in, it took everything in him to not grunt out loud like an animal. 

He kept quiet, biting back a loud moan as you squeezed around him, even as you were less discreet. “Oh, fuck!” you gasped, your voice bouncing off of the walls. Your voice caused his cock to throb inside of you, making it harder to give you slow strokes.  

“B-Baby, keep quiet,” he stammered. “You’re gonna get us caught.” You bit your lip, trying to silence yourself. “S-Sorry,” you whimpered. “You just feel so good!” 

Choso groaned as you clapped a hand over your mouth, his hands gripping your hips. “Fuck, you too. You’re so fuckin’ tight and wet and…oh, fuck!” The way you squeezed around him tight and your plush ass bounced against him made it hard to see straight. He wanted to fuck the living shit out of you, till you were seeing stars. But he never sped up or pushed it without your permission. 

Not until you looked back at him with wobbly lips and a need in your eyes that almost made him blow his load. “Fuck me hard, baby,” you begged. “Please! I-I’ll be quiet, I promise! Just give it to m—“ 

Choso didn’t give you time to finish your sentence because he was already pounding into your tight, wet heat without abandon as you held onto his desk for dear life. “Like this?” he grunted. “My baby needs it like this?” Because that was what you were to him now: his baby. His girl. His His pretty girlfriend to please and squeeze and fuck and love on as long as you wanted him to. 

“Uh-huh!” you lewdly hummed behind your hand, covering your mouth to muffle your moans, even as the janitor continued to clean outside the door, unaware that two people were fucking like horny rabbits in the locked office. 

And when you tossed that ass back into him, he just about lost it. He gripped your hips and began to snap his hips into your wet heat, paying close attention to your sounds and the way your body moved, your knees wobbly and body shaking. He wrapped one arm around you, gripping you tight to his front, pressing himself fully against your ass so he sunk in more.

“You’re so tight for me, cutie pie,” he moaned, continuing to give you that cock deep and fast. “So wet too. You needed this too, didn’t you?” He took you by the back of the neck and angled himself in a way that made your moans grow louder when he pounded your pussy, making the desk squeak. 

“Yes!”you moaned behind your hand, your eyes fluttering shut in pleasure. “I needed you, Cho! Only you!” Choso didn’t tell you how happy that made him, smiling like an idiot. It gave him the chance to really fuck you like you’d never been fucked before. To make you both feel sorry that neither of you confessed a lot earlier. 

“Faster, Choso!” you begged. “Please fuck this pussy faster! Harder!” He couldn’t deny the way his cock swelled and twitched inside you at the sound of your pleas. 

He locked his bicep around your midsection as he gripped your hip with the other, fucking you so roughly that your knees began to buckle and your moans mingled with the lewd, squelching sounds of his fat cock plunging in and out of your pussy. His own hushed sounds of pleasure mingled with yours, mixing with the sound of his cock lewdly swirling in your squelching, wet pussy that grips him tighter than a vice. 

“This isn’t the last time,” he growled in your ear. “After this, I’m takin’ you on a proper date, okay? Would you like that, baby?” You vigorously nodded as your ass bounced furiously against him, your hole sucking him in deep. As if your pussy was agreeing to this too. 

He smacked your ass in time with his thrusts, causing sharp sounds of his hand connecting with your cheeks to fly off of the office walls. Your ass was just too perfect! He couldn’t get enough of the way it bounced and jiggled so enticingly against his stomach as he drilled you.

He wouldn’t mind seeing his cum dripping off of it or down your pussy to your thighs, marking you as his. He wanted to walking funny into the office tomorrow morning, knowing that it was HIM that gave you good dick. That no other man can have you now because HE has you.

“That feel good, hm?” he teasingly asked, continue to hold your neck as he pistons into you. “You like that, baby?” You moaned in response, absolutely gone from the pleasure. He paused and slowly held your leg up, waiting for your consent to continue. You nodded, pushing back into him as if you couldn’t get enough of his cock. 

For a while, he fucked you just like that with one hand holding your leg up and the other gripping you back by your waist, holding you steady as he stroked your insides, his heavy balls hitting that clit and making you tingle all over. “F-Fuck, Choso!” you babbled. “Oh, my God, you’re so fuckin’ good!” 

You turned your face to the side, your mouth beckoning him forward. Quickly, he kissed you, moaning hotly into your mouth. It only made him fuck you harder, making you bounce against his cock. “M’gonna cum!” you whined against his lips, your tongue slipping and sliding with his. “Make me cum, Papa, please!” Choso felt the same pressure building, causing him to fuck you a little faster, all self control and shyness flying out the window. 

He could feel his balls tightening and that knot in his stomach threatening to snap the more your pussy slammed onto him and the more those precious titties jiggled and bounced for him. “Cum with me, Chosi!” you begged in that sweet voice, your nails digging into his biceps. “Give it to me please! I’m so close!” 

Ever the vixen, you began to slowly grind your ass back into him and giggled like a damn villain when Choso groaned, his cock edged and your wet walls just too much to not fuck deep into. 

Finally, as gripped you to him, slamming himself into you again and again, his moans and grunts of pleasure mixing with yours, he felt himself tripping down the edge, your mixed juices dripping down his balls, making your pussy wet enough to fuck with vigor. “Cum with me,” he demanded as you whined into his ear. “Cum on this dick, baby. C’mon now, cutie, give it to me!” 

It didn’t take long for you to cum all over his cock, your pussy squeezing him tight enough where he could hardly move. When you did, it triggered his own nut and he quickly pulled out of you to fuck his fist until his cum spurted all over your ass and pussy, drenching you in it. His lips found yours again, his moans and heavy pants mixing with yours as your tongues swirled with one another. 

The orgasm seemed to last for hours, leaving Choso feeling weak and dizzy. Your pussy gushed with your cum and dripped with his, trailing down your thighs, soaking them. You giggled into the kiss, causing him to laugh too. “Fuck,” you sighed against his mouth. “That was so good.” You pressed yourself back into him, intertwining his arms with yours. 

“Mm,” he hums in agreement. “You’re fuckin’ perfect.” And he meant it. You were the most perfect little thing in the world. You turned around to face him, your eyes glistening with happiness, and properly kissed him, standing up on your tip toes to reach him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, practically lifting you up off of the floor. 

You cutely giggled, nuzzling your nose with his, and then looked terrified within that split second. “Oh, shoot! I didn’t ask you to be my Valentine!” you gasped. Choso laughed, unable to stop himself. You were just too damn adorable! 

“Baby, baby,” he chuckled, stroking your shoulders to calm you. “You already did. In your card, remember?” You pouted at him, looking unswayed. “Well, yeah, but not verbally. It doesn’t count.” 

Choso just snorted, squeezing you close to him. “Yes, it does. I would think that load I just gave you was answer enough.” You playfully smacked his chest only to lay it across his heart, feeling it pound against your fingertips. 

“But yes,” he murmured, cupping your soft cheek in his palm. “I’ll be your Valentine…if you’ll be mine too.” You broke out into a bright, blinding smile like the sun and joyfully wrapped your arms around him, pressing kisses all over his face that made him blush. “Yes!” You laughed. “Yes, yes, I’d love to!” 

Choso could have lassoed the moon with his happiness as you kissed, standing in the empty IT room. Finally, this Valentine’s Day would mean something. “Now let’s get dressed so I can take YOU to dinner,” he whispered to which you nodded, giggling.  

The next work day, when you came in that morning in your pretty pink coat, you were shocked to find your favorite Starbucks drink—a cinnamon iced latte with pink sprinkles—and a beautiful bouquet of flowers waiting for you. Other employees eyed it curiously and enviously as they passed, wondering who could’ve ever left you such sweet gestures. 

“You got a secret admirer,” Yuki said with a wink. “These were left at your desk.” 

You stripped off your coat and gingerly at your desk, the soreness from yesterday’s “activity” after hours making your stomach flip and your pussy tight with arousal. “Not so secret,” you giggled, reading the message scribbled in sharpie on the Starbucks cup: To the prettiest girl in the office! — C

And as you sipped your drink pumped full of caffeine and sugar, you read the greeting card tied generously to the bouquet and grinned: 

Happy belated Valentine’s Day, baby! Enjoy the coffee too! 🩷 -love, your favorite IT guy