#chosooo

Emo!Choso has got a big dick and he doesn’t know it.

Emo!Choso is soooo confused as to why he has to wait for a little before plowing into you once he had sunken into your cunt entirely.

Emo!Choso can not comprehend why you end up with a teary face and drool running down your mouth once you cum.

Emo!Choso simply doesn’t get it. Until one night, after three rounds, he feels a weak tap at his tattoo covered abdomen, and looks to see your face covered in cum, sweat and salty fat tears. Whimpering out a small plea for reprieve

“Please Choso you are too big.”

Emo!Choso Finally understands, but It doesn’t help; in fact, it makes everything worse…

Emo!Choso gets even more horny, but he opts to jack off in front of you until you are ready to sink back onto his big fat cock.

And when he gets to slide back into you

hmmm honestly i think he wouldn’t rrly give af about it

but he WILL take pictures of you guys fuckin and send them to his other scumbag friends… they all make fun of your hairy pussy or the fact you took the time to shave for someone like toji

Adorable, needy Choso who constantly keeps slipping pass your slippery walls with his eager cock. Grunts in sheer frustration and desperation as you giggle softly, gently entangling your fingers through his hair and murmuring to him that it's alright, that he doesn't need to rush, that you both have all the time in the world to take things slow and steady.

Promise

“Come, rest your head on my lap, Choso.”

You called out to your boyfriend. He’d been anxious all morning. It was Yuji’s first day at kindergarten, and he was shit terrified, even more so than his little brother.

“What if he gets bullied?” He began, head fully resting on your lap. “What if he gets lost? What if he misses us?” He continued.

“What if he loves it? Hm, Choso? What if he makes many friends, and they help him if he gets lost?”

You stroked his hair softly as he hummed a sound of agreement. You two have been caring for Yuji since his grandfather passed, and even though he likes to deny it, Choso is so protective over him and you.

“I just don’t want to leave him alone; I’m not ready for him to grow up without me.”

“He won’t; he will have your memory in his mind every step of the way.”

“Fine.” He huffed and rose from your lap to sit next to you. But you can’t leave me either.”

“Me? Leave YOU? I would never.”

“Good.”

“Choso, you can’t leave me either.”

“I would have to be dead seven times over to ever even think of leaving you.” He said before leaning in close to your face.

“Promise?”