18+ riding your nerdy bf till his glasses fall off ˚₊·͟͟͞͞♡
There’s something incredibly hot about riding your nerdy boyfriend until his glasses slide down his nose. He’s usually so composed, always in button-ups, always with those cute wire-rimmed glasses perched on his face, always muttering about formulas or code or whatever he’s nerding out about that day. But right now? He’s a complete mess.
You’re straddling his hips, knees planted firmly on the mattress, riding him to the hilt. Every roll of your hips makes his thick length slide perfectly inside you, hitting that spot that makes you moan softly. His hands are gripping your thighs, fingers digging in like he needs something to hold onto.
“Baby—” he stammers, voice cracking. His glasses are already slipping, sliding down the bridge of his nose as his head tips back against the pillow. His cheeks are flushed, hair messy, lips parted as he tries (and fails) to keep his breathing steady. You smile down at him, grinding your hips in a slow circle, watching the way his eyes flutter behind the fogging lenses.
“You look so cute like this,” you murmur, leaning down to kiss him. His glasses bump against your nose, but you don’t care. You just keep riding him, faster now, taking him deeper. He moans into your mouth, hips jerking up to meet yours. One of his hands slides up your back, the other stays on your hip, guiding you as you bounce up and down on him.
“God, you feel so good,” he breathes, voice shaky. “I can’t- I’m gonna—” His glasses finally slip off completely, landing somewhere on the pillow beside his head. His eyes, those pretty, unfocused eyes, lock onto yours, wide and desperate.
You ride him harder, chasing your own pleasure while watching him fall apart underneath you. When you come, clenching tight around him, he follows right after with a broken groan, hips stuttering as he spills deep inside you.
Afterward, he lies there panting, glasses askew on the pillow, looking completely wrecked and blissed out. You lean down and kiss him softly, brushing his messy hair back from his forehead. He laughs breathlessly, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you down to his chest.
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nerd!choso who looks like he spends his life coding, but somehow got your legs pinned to the mattress.
nerd!choso who’s just a hungry animal with a sleeper build and a thick dick that knows exactly where your g-spot is.
nerd!choso who’s pressing his flat palm against your lower stomach, right above your pubic bone just so he can fuck you better.
choso kamo is barely holding it together.
he’s sitting in the third row, hunched over his laptop, and just staring at the back of your head three rows up.
it’s pathetic and he knows it.
that every time you tilt your head back to laugh at something your friend says, or run your fingers through your hair, he’d feel something scorching hitting his groin.
he knows exactly why his jeans are getting tighter from that.
and he knows it’s lust.
that he goes home and spends hours thinking about the way your skirt rode up when you sat down, and he knows exactly where his hand goes next.
you, meanwhile, were currently having a panic attack.
“fuck, fuck, fuck,” you hissed, watching your phone screen glow in your lap as you frantically tapped at your photo gallery. “i think i deleted them.”
your friend leaned over, her eyebrows raised. “what? the ones from the cabo trip?”
“yes, those! the bikini set, the ones from the beach at sunset. i haven’t even backed them up to the cloud yet. i went to delete a screenshot and my thumb just hit everything.” you slumped in your seat, genuinely gutted. “they were literally the best pictures i’ve ever taken from that trip. i’m so stupid.”
your friend looked around the lecture hall, scanning the rows of students waiting for the professor to stroll in.
her eyes landed on the back, specifically, on the guy with the perpetually messy hair and the hoodie pulled low.
“wait, didn’t you say you needed help with that code for your digital media elective before? like, data recovery stuff?”
you followed her gaze and groaned. “oh, god. choso? the cs major?”
your heart does a weird stutter.
choso.
the guy who looks like he hasn’t slept in a week but knows the answer to everything.
just then, a guy from the front row turns around. “hey, choso? about the networking assignment, the encryption key keeps failing on the local host. i don’t know if it’s the syntax or the firewall.”
choso didn’t even look up, nor did he skim a textbook, or pause his music.
“you’re probably calling the function before the handshake completes,” he says, eyes fixed on his own monitor. “check your sequence flow. if you’re using java, you’re missing the parameter in the header. rewrite the handshake logic and it’ll resolve.”
the guy just blinks while nodding slowly. “right. yeah. thanks.”
you watch him, and your stomach drops.
there is something incredibly, stupidly hot about how he doesn’t care that he’s the smartest guy in the room. it’s not just the brainpower honestly; it’s the way he carries himself.
and it’s making you shift uncomfortably in your seat as you realize you’re suddenly very…
very wet.
you’ve wanted to talk to him for weeks, but he’s always seemed so… closed off.
your friend nudges your side, snapping you out of your daze. “well? go ask him. he’s either going to save your photos or stare at you until you melt. either way, you get what you want, right?”
you look back at him. he’s now staring at his screen again, but for a second, his dark eyes lock onto yours, and you swear he knows exactly what you’re thinking.
you walk toward him and you can feel the entire row of nerds, and your friend, who’s watching with a grin staring at your back.
choso didn’t look up immediately, but his posture stiffened. “can i help you?”
“hey,” you start with your lowered voice, sounding slightly shy. “i, uh, accidentally wiped my drive. i know you’re good at this stuff, so i was wondering…”
you lean in, invading his personal space just a fraction.
he finally looks up, and the contrast is jarring: that indifferent facade and the intelligence in his eyes suddenly clashing with the way his ears turn red.
his gaze drops to your chest for a split second before darting back to your eyes, and the fact that beneath the desk, there is a hard and big bulge in his jeans that wasn’t there a second ago.
oh.
the realization hits you.
he’s not just some unbothered, untouchable genius.
he’s a guy who’s just as desperate as you are, and he’s clearly been fantasizing about you way longer than you’ve been lusting after him.
you feel a wicked smirk form at the corner of your mouth.
choso kamo is not immune. and you’re just about to use that to your own advantage.
“here,” you murmur, sliding your laptop onto the desk between you. “it’s synced to the cloud. i really need those files back. they’re... personal.”
you watch him try to regain his composure as he clears his throat, but his hands are shaking just slightly as he reaches for the trackpad. “r-right. i can... i can look at the data recovery logs. it’s not hard. i just need to access the directory.”
he’s a stuttering, blushing mess, and honestly? it’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.
and you didn’t stay back, why would you?
instead, you scoot your chair right up against his, making your thigh press firmly against his leg which makes him freeze, his breath hitching, and his fingers hover over your keyboard.
“you’re doing great,” you whisper, leaning closer so your shoulder brushes his arm.
he makes a sound (almost a whimper) and stares intensely at the screen, his face turning an even deeper shade of red now.
he’s trying so hard to focus on the code, but you can see his pulse jumping in his neck, the way his jaw is set, the angular line of his profile, and you have to bite your own lip to keep yourself from trying to bite him.
he’s so smart, so capable, and so completely out of his focus with you right there. it’s delicious.
“see this?” he mutters, his voice cracking slightly as he tries to navigate the terminal. “i’m just... i’m pulling the headers. it should show the deleted index.”
“you’re such a genius, choso,” you say, watching him.
the terminal window flashes green text, scrolling at a speed you can barely track.
choso’s fingers are dancing across your trackpad. then, a familiar folder icon pops back onto your desktop, right where it’s supposed to be.
he exhales a shaky breath, the tension in his shoulders finally dropping when he sees he successfully retrieved your files.
“there,” he mumbles. “i recovered the cached index. your files are back.”
you click through the folder, skimming through the vacation shots, late night dinners, and you in a teal bikini at the beach. they’re all there.
you feel a surge of relief, followed immediately by that wicked urge to keep him flustered.
you lean back, crossing your legs, letting your knee press deliberately against his thigh again.
“you’re a lifesaver, choso. really. i don’t know how to thank you.”
he didn’t look at you this time because he’s busy staring at his own hands, his face still red.
he’s clearly trying to be a professional, but the way his chest is heaving says otherwise.
“you don’t have to,” he says, his voice strained. “it was... it was easy.. it’s nothing.”
you tilt your head, playing with the edge of your laptop sleeve. “are you sure? everyone wants something in return for a favor like this. you’re not gonna ask for anything? maybe a coffee? or a favor in return?”
he goes silent and pauses for a long time, his jaw tight as his gaze flickers from your face to the screen where your bikini photos are still pulled up.
he swallows, and when he finally speaks, he sounds like he’s forcing the words out against his better judgment.
“can i…” he clears his throat, his eyes darting to the screen, then back to you: terrified and bold all at once. “can i have a copy? of those?”
you blink, then let out a low, breathless laugh that you know makes his ears burn even brighter. “you want copies of my bikini photos, choso?”
he looks like he wants the floor to swallow him whole, but he nods desperately, refusing to get back at his wors. “i mean— only if you... only if you don’t mind.”
you lean in, dropping your voice to a whisper right by his ear, watching the way his entire body shudders.
“i don’t mind at all. actually, i think i can do better than that. keep the ones you have, but... if you’re interested, i can send you something later tonight without the bikini.”
he goes dead silent.
his hands clench into fists on his desk, and his face is filled with pure, unadulterated shock.
he looks at you, his eyes wide, searching yours to see if you’re playing a game, and then he just nods.
a quick, jerky, overwhelmed motion.
“i’m interested,” he chokes out.
you smile, reaching out to tap his keyboard, closing the folder. “good to know. check your messages later.”
you stand up, leaving him there in the middle of the lecture hall while his face is burning and his breath coming in short, while his gaze is glued to your back as you walk away.
… all while his own dick is trying to poke out of his pants.
that could be it.
you’d intended for tonight to be a bit of a tease. maybe just a quick nude to keep choso on his toes, but you weren’t prepared for him to turn a simple “u up?” into something more entertaining.
by the time you were back in your own apartment, you were actually wheezing while you scrolled through his latest reply, clutching your stomach.
choso: i can set up an encrypted cloud link if you’re worried about privacy. nobody else will ever see them. i’ll make sure the metadata is wiped so they can’t be traced back to your ip.
it was just so him.
you could perfectly picture him hunched over his phone, brows furrowed while typing. but after all, the sincerity of his thirst was actually hilarious and cute.
meanwhile, across campus, choso was definitely not laughing.
because, why?
he takes this seriously. god forbid a man does not play when it comes to your nude photos.
not even his own dick is playing with you. because his pants hadn’t let up since you’d left him at his desk earlier.
his phone buzzed in his hand and the vibration nearly knocked himself off his bed.
you: lol. you nerd
you: [image sent]
he clicks the image.
and it’s you, in your bedroom in low lighting. you aren’t wearing a single thing, and you’re hitting the camera with that exact same look you gave him back in the lecture hall.
his eyes dropped instantly, travelling down your breasts while feeling the heat spread through his chest first, and then suddenly he felt it all over his body.
he even finds himself zooming in, then out, then back in again, as if he can’t get enough.
and the way you’re sitting, with your legs just slightly parted. it’s like your pussy is staring him down, teasing him for ever thinking an encrypted shit was the most important thing on the table.
his dick is beyond frustrated at this point, actually aching against his sweatpants, making him feel completely at your mercy from across campus.
his fingers are shaking so much that he can barely type. he’s just staring at every pixel, zooming in until he can see the faint goosebumps on your skin.
you: do you like it? or was the encryption talk more exciting?
he lets out a choked laugh while biting his lower lip. he was even questioning how he was able to type a reply amidst the strong urge to pull his pants and boxers down to start touching himself.
choso: the encryption is just to make sure i can keep this forever. you have no idea what you’re doing to me.
you: tell me more. what else have you been doing while thinking about me?
good question, because he’s about to get the best masturbation episode of his life right now. only because he’s got a treat from you.
he yanks his sweats down, kicking them away from his ankles, and his dick springs free, already weeping a bit of pre-cum. it’s angry and straining, and for the first time in months, he doesn’t have to close his eyes to imagine how your ass was peeking through your skirt, or how your breasts were extra plump that day.
as he wrapped his hand around his length, he’s staring at his phone’s screen. specifically, at your breasts that are just sitting there beautifullu, at your waist, and at your pussy.
the urge to bury his face on either part of your body made his first strokes painfully delicious.
he didn’t even have to play with his tip anymore just so he can keep on licking because your nude photo was enough to do him the favor.
“fuck,” he moaned, echoing in the quiet, dark room.
he’s done this a thousand times, but it’s never felt like this.
his dick got slippery so easily that it was not hard for him to pick up a faster pace. the friction of his own palm is driving him insane because it’s not your palm.
he thinks about you sitting in that lab, leaning in close enough for him to smell your shampoo, and he realizes he wasn’t just being a nerd when he asked for those photos.
he was being a fucking addict because he wants more.
his hips started to jerk instinctively as he played with himself more, arching his back against the bed while he used his other hand to keep the phone’s screen near his face.
he’s close, way closer than he usually lets himself get this fast.
he stares at your eyes in the photo one last time, and didn’t look away. he starts imagining you’re actually right there, watching him lose it.
in his head, he’s got his long legs spread for you, biting down on the hem of his t-shirt, just enough to show off his abs, while his hand is wrapped tight around his dick.
the idea made his whole body tense up. like, toes curling into the bedsheets, back arching, the whole nine yards and he finally lets go, and it’s way more intense than usual.
he’s cumming so hard it’s a total mess, but he wouldn’t stop. he just kept stroking through it, riding his own orgasm, expressing his frustration of not being able to eat you or fuck you by overstimulating himself.
after the absolute chaos he just put himself through, he just slumps back while gasping for air. his chest is heaving, looking like a total wreck.
he grabs a tissue to wipe off his hand and reaches back for his phone with the other.
his dick is still twitching and feeling way too sensitive, but the brain fog has finally cleared just enough for him to actually think straight.
this time, he just types it out, straight to the point.
choso: i’m coming over. send me the address.
when you received the message, you actually laughed, sitting up and hugging your knees to your chest.
he was so easy.
but then you looked at the corner of your laptop screen and saw the time and shit. your sociology project, the one you hadn’t even started the bibliography for, and it was due at 8:00 am.
you: you can come over, but i have a deadline tomorrow and i’m behind. you have to sit there and be a good boy until i’m done. then you can have your reward.
you: [address]
choso: i’ll be there in an hour.
he was actually there in less than 30 minutes.
when you opened the door, he looked like he’d run a marathon but also like he’d just seen a ghost. his hair was even messier than usual, and he was wearing a hoodie that probably cost more than your rent, though you’d never know it by the way he was hunched over.
“hey,” you said, leaning against the doorframe, still in your oversized t-shirt and nothing else.
choso’s eyes went wide. his gaze dropped straight to your legs, then darted away like he’d been burned. “hi. i... i’m early. sorry.”
“it’s fine. come in.”
he stepped into your small apartment and immediately looked out of place.
he stood in the middle of the rug, looking at your plastic electric kettle and the pile of laundry on the armchair. you remembered your friend saying his family was loaded, and it showed.
he looked like he’d never seen a space that didn’t have a minimalist aesthetic or a maid service.
“you can sit on the bed,” you told him, pointing to the unmade mattress. “just... don’t touch anything yet. i really have to finish this.”
he sat down stiff as a board, hands on his knees. he looked like a lost cat, honestly.
just sitting there, staring at the wall, trying not to look at you while you hunkered down at your desk. his eyes kept flickering toward you in the process, then back to his shoes.
after twenty minutes of you staring at a blank document and typing the same sentence three times, you groaned and rubbed your face.
that’s when you looked back at him and found him still just... sitting there.
waiting..
“come here,” you said, waving him over. “sit with me. maybe if you’re watching, i’ll feel pressured enough to actually type something.”
he got up so fast he almost tripped, dragging a spare chair over to your desk. he sat close enough and you could see his eyes scanning your screen, his brow furrowing as he read your intro about social stratification.
“you’re... you’re using the wrong citation format for that journal,” he muttered.
“what? no, i’m not. it’s apa.”
“no,” he said, leaning over you to grab the mouse, slightly brushing your arm with his. “for this specific database, you need to include the doi suffix or it’ll get flagged. and your thesis statement is too broad. you’re trying to prove three different things at once.”
you actually blinked at him. impressed. “are you... are you nerding out on my sociology paper right now?”
choso’s face went red again, but he didn’t pull back. “i just... i don’t like seeing things done wrong. it’s a waste of data.” he looked at you with his intense, dark eyes. “if i help you fix the structure, will you finish faster?”
“probably.”
“o-okay… move over, please,” he said, taking the laptop from your lap and putting it on the desk.
you watched him, totally mesmerized, as he started typing.
he wasn’t even looking at the keyboard while he was fixing it. deleting your fluff, tightening the logic, and pulling sources from his head like it was nothing.
he looked so focused, so in his element, that you actually felt yourself getting even wetter just watching his side profile.
he was being so helpful, so sweet, but his jaw was still clenched like he was fighting for his life. that’s when you looked down and noticed he still had that huge bulge in his pants.
he was literally writing your essay for you while his dick was throbbing for attention.
you reached out and rested your hand on his thigh, right next to the bulge. it made him jump, as if electrified, and a typo appeared on the screen, but he didn’t stop you.
“choso?” you whispered.
“please, don’t,” he choked out while his eyes were still fixed on the screen, typing even faster now. “i’m almost... almost through the second paragraph. just let me... let me finish.”
he was so determined to be useful that he was literally ignoring his own hard-on. it was the most pathetic and attractive thing you’d ever seen.
it took him exactly thirty-four minutes to rebuild your entire argument like he was playing a video game. he hit ‘save’ and let out a breath that sounded like he’d been holding it since he walked through the door.
“there,” he muttered lowly. “the citations are indexed and the logic flows better. you’re... you’re done.”
you hummed a sensual tone and just reached over, snapping the laptop shut, and tossed it onto the pile of laundry on your bed.
the look of pure confusion on his face was peak comedy, and to fill in the awkwardness he’s feeling, he started to say something but you didn’t give him the chance.
you grabbed his hoodie, pulling him closer, and then you just climbed and straddled his lap, resting your knees on either side of his hips.
the second you sat down, you felt his rock hard dick poking right into your clothed pussy. the contact made him let out this choked, pathetic little noise as his hands hover in the air like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to touch you yet.
“you’re so fast, choso,” you whispered, leaning in until your noses brushed. “i think you deserve that reward now.”
his eyes widened when you crashed your lips against his, giving him a deep, messy french kiss.
he was stiff at first, barely moving his mouth because he was probably overthinking the physics of it. he tasted like mint and caffeine, and he was shaking under you.
he didn’t know how to kiss and somehow, that’s such a fucking turn out for you.
you tilted your head, moaning into his mouth as you swiped your tongue against his, showing him how it’s done.
in response to that, you felt his hands finally drop into your waist, gripping each side hard— a way for him to express his frustration and restraint.
he tried to mirror you desperately with his clumsy tongue, hitting your teeth once before he figured out how to actually move.
he was such a fast learner that within seconds, he was kissing you back almost as hungry, pushing his tongue into your mouth like he wanted to taste every part of you.
you ground your hips down against him, feeling him harden and stand up even harder against you.
then, he broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.
“i... wait– i didn’t think…” he panted with blown out eyes. “i’ve thought about this so much, but it’s... it’s different. you’re so warm.”
“it’s better than a photo, isn’t it?” you teased, nipping at his lower lip.
he just nodded, tightening his grip on your waist until it almost hurt. “you taste good,” he rasped. “please. don’t get off yet.”
he looked so vulnerable and so completely wrecked that you just smiled.
you leaned back, pulling your shirt over your head and dropping it on the floor, watching his brain literally reboot as he looked at you in person.
“i’m not going anywhere, choso. we still have all night.”
once your shirt hit the floor, choso was all over you.
there were no seconds wasted. because he was finally living out the months of his fantasies built in the back of that lecture hall, and he was devouring you like he was starving.
as if it’s his primary agenda, his hands went up and cupped your boobs and squeezed them desperately. this was something he’d imagined doing while desperately stroking his own cock and now that he is doing it for real, he realized that this shit is even a thousand times better than that fantasy.
he buried his face in your neck inhaling your scent before his mouth found your collarbone, nipping at the skin until he left a dark mark.
then he moved down, swiping his tongue over your nipples, swirling around the tips until they were hard and sensitive. the sensation sent this electric tingle straight to your crotch, making you writhe against him.
“can i…” he pulled back for a split second, showing you his flushed face while his breath is hitching as he looked down at your lap. “can i touch it? your pussy... i want to-”
you didn’t even answer with words, instead you just grabbed his hand and guided it down.
the second his fingers hit the soaked fabric of your panties, he let out a low groan and started rubbing you through the fabric, his thumb finding your clit with a surprisingly decent amount of aim.
it felt so good. unlike when you touch yourself by the thought of his smart ass, your body is surprisingly reacting (in a good way) to his touches.
his tumb just rubbing you in this position might make you cum in no time, and you don’t even usually climax this fast when you masturbate which is crazy.
it wasn’t enough, though. you were both too cramped at the desk, and you could feel his dick straining so hard against your thigh. he seemed to realize it too so he broke the kiss, stood up while literally lifting you by the thighs, and carried you the three steps to the bed.
he laid you down on the messy sheets, and for a second, he just stood there, staring.
he reached down and hooked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, sliding them down your legs and politely placed them at the sides, when he could’ve just thrown them somewhere.
the way he looked at your pussy was almost embarrassing. he was so obvious about his lust, his eyes wide and roaming over your folds giving him away. it was like a reflex when he dropped to his knees and buried his face right in it.
it was a little clumsy at first, honestly.
you could tell he was trying to remember things he’d seen on porn sites by the way he flicked his tongue and the way he tried to use his fingers to spread you open, but his enthusiasm made up for the lack of experience.
he was tasting you by darting his tongue out to lick your clit in short, quick strokes that had you arching your back and clutching the pillows.
“ah! fuck, choso,” you whined, your fingers tangling in his messy hair.
he started fingering you, sliding two fingers inside while he kept his mouth busy on your clit.
he was being so careful, so focused on the feedback your body was giving him, like he was debugging a piece of code until he found the exact sequence that made you scream.
you felt every slide of his fingers and every wet lap of his tongue. his fingers were so long that it was reaching deeper than your own, and he was stretching you out real good with three fingers that he’s thrusting and curling at the same time.
even though the stretching part was a bit painful, he compensated for it by running his tongue on your clit, stroking it fast and constantly kissing and nipping it.
it was that perfect mix of first-time nerves and raw, unfiltered horniness.
he was so into it, so obsessed with every inch of you, that you could feel your own climax building behind your ribs, ready to snap.
the pressure in your lower stomach was getting to that point of no return. you were arching off the bed as choso’s tongue kept flicking over your clit, adding the fact that his fingers were buried deep inside you, stretching you out.
“choso— stop, i’m gonna... i’m about to cum,” you gasped out as you tried to catch your breath.
he didn’t stop entirely, but he pulled his fingers out. he kept his mouth right there, though, his thumb took over to rub circles around your clit while he looked up at you from between your legs.
his face was a total mess. but he looked even better now because he’s damp with your juices while his dark hair falls into his eyes.
“you’re so beautiful," he whispered, sounding out of it. “cum for me. i want to see you do it. please.”
he sounded so shy but so desperate at the same time.
you hadn’t even noticed that while he was eating you out, he’d managed to kick his own pants off and was stroking own dick with his free hand.
looking down, you thought— god, he was huge.
he was stroking himself in this fast motion that his veins were popping as he watched you come apart.
“ah— fuck, choso! ah!” you shrieked, stuttering your hips as the first wave of the orgasm hit you. your pussy started clamping down on nothing while your clit was being massaged and overstimulated by choso.
“don’t stop,” you choked out, reaching down to grab his hand, the one wrapped around his dick. “put it in. choso, put it in now.”
he didn’t need to be told twice.
he scrambled up, crawling over you, and pining your thighs wide with his knees. he guided the head of his dick to your entrance, which was still twitching and soaking wet from your climax.
when he finally pushed in, you let out a long moan. fuck!
“nghh—fuck!”
he was so much bigger than his fingers. you felt him stretching your walls to the absolute limit, filling every empty space inside you.
because you were right in the middle of your orgasm, the sensation was ten times more intense that every nerve ending in your pussy was firing at once, screaming as his hot, hard cock slid against your sensitive walls.
“you’re so… tight,” choso groaned, his head falling into the crook of your neck as he buried himself inside you to the hilt. “fuck, you’re... you’re squeezing me so hard. ah... fuck.”
he stayed still for a second, just letting you clench around him while you finished cumming.
it felt like your insides were vibrating against him and you could feel the pulse of his dick inside you, matching the frantic beat of your own heart.
the friction was insane because it wasn’t just ‘good’, it was overwhelming, and it made you feel like you were being split open in the best way possible.
and you fucking know that if that is how it is making you feel, it means you’re going to get dicked down in the best way possible.
you wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, wanting to feel him against your pelvis.
“don’t just stand there, nerd,” you teased through a shaky breath. “fuck me and finish what you started.”
choso looked like he was about to overheat. he was panting so hard that he paused for a second while his dick was still buried deep inside you, and grabbed the hem of his hoodie.
“fuck, it’s too hot,” he grunted, pulling the fabric over his head and tossed it somewhere on the floor.
your jaw practically dropped.
you’d spent all semester seeing him in oversized sweaters, but underneath that nerdy exterior, choso was hiding a literal sleeper build.
his chest was broad and flushed, and when he leaned forward, you could see his defined abs when he braced his weight on his elbows.
the sight of him shirtless, looking all lean and powerful while his thick dick was still plugging you up, made your pussy twitch in a fresh wave of anticipation.
you couldn’t help it, so you unintentionally squeezed your internal muscles around him, clamping down hard.
“ah—fuck,” choso groaned as you milked him. “don’t do that yet. i’m trying to... i’m trying to keep it together.”
he finally started to move. starting with these slow, deliberate thrusts, just feeling your walls squeeze him.
it was a total sensory overload.
because he was so thick, you could feel the ridge of his head rubbing against your g-spot with every slide out, even his size was stretching you wider when he bottomed out.
“you feel... nghh... you feel so fucking good,” he whispered, his voice cracking.
his gaze was locked onto your breasts, watching them bounce and jiggle with every shove of his hips. the sight seemed to make him lose whatever restraint he had left. picking up his pace, turning the slow slides into greedy slams.
his thrusts were getting faster, less calculated and more animalistic, like he was trying to bury himself even deeper inside you.
“choso—ah, ah!” you moaned, tossing your head back against the pillows.
he was so rough now that the sound of your skin slapping against his was loud and echoing in the small room.
“you feel so good… ah.” he managed to choke out.
he was making these low, guttural sounds in the back of his throat, while his dick devoured how wet you were, feeling your walls pulse around his dick like you’re trying to suck him dry.
the sensation was so intense he looked like he was in actual pain, his jaw locked tight and his veins standing out in his neck.
“i can’t... i can’t get enough,” he gasped, grinding his hips faster now. “you’re so wet. it’s so tight. fuck!”
he was hitting your cervix now, bottoming out with a force that had you seeing stars.
he was a total animal, sliding his hands from your ass to your waist, digging his fingers into your hips to keep you pinned while he absolutely railed you.
you’d think that’s the end of it, but then he leaned over you and pressed his flat palm firmly against your lower stomach, right above your pubic bone.
he started pushing down with every thrust, using the extra leverage to bury his dick even deeper into you.
“fuck, you’re so—ah—you’re so soft,” he wheezed.
every time he slammed balls deep in you, his length was hitting your g-spot. the pressure from his palm on the outside combined with the friction of his dick on the inside made you feel like you were being folded in half in the best way possible and it left you moaning like an animal against the pillows.
“choso—oh god—right there! nghh!”
your pussy was a total wreck. it was stretched wide, your pink walls struggling to hold onto the thickness of him as he pumped in and out.
you could see the way your skin was pulling with every pull out, allowing you to see his dick coated with a mix of your juices and his pre-cum, before he’d shove back in with a squelching sound.
the sensation was starting to get electric, and the tingly feeling building up in your clit felt like you were going to explode.
and the way you could feel his dick pulsing inside you, getting even harder and thicker if that was even possible– is not helping you hold back at all.
“i’m—i’m gonna…” choso’s voice broke into a high, desperate whine.
his thrusts turned into short, violent stabs while his hand remained pressing on your stomach so hard.
“cum for me, choso! fuck!”
that was the breaking point.
your entire body went rigid, your toes curling as a massive wave of pleasure crashed over you.
you felt this sudden, hot pressure build up until you were literally squirting, fluid drenching his thighs with your squirting fluid and the sheets as you screamed his name.
choso let out a long moan, his eyes blown wide but didn’t stay inside.
right as he started to blow, he yanked his dick out and continued by stroking himself frantically for three more seconds before he erupted, thick ropes of cum all over your stomach and your chest.
“fuck... fuck,” he gasped, feeling his knees finally give out.
he collapsed on top of you and buried his face in the crook of your neck, feeling his heart hammer against your ribs. T
he room smelled like sex and for a long time, the only sound was the two of you trying to remember how to breathe.
he shifted slightly, his nose brushing against your skin. “did... did i do that right?” he mumbled, sounding like the shy nerd again for a split second.
you just laughed, still breathless and exhausted, and tangled your fingers in his hair. “yeah, choso. i’d say your technical skills are pretty good.”
The quite boring movie you picked enlightens an idea in your boyfriend (requested)
warnings: sub!bf nerd!choso x domme!reader, virginity loss, riding him in your car, voyeurism, dry humping, you ride him, creampie
character: Choso Kamo
''This is stupid...'' He pouted, looking at you with big, brown puppy dog eyes, arms crossed in front of his chest. It might have been stupid, yes, but it wasn't like you were going to do it every day. It was a one-time activity. For the first time ever, you decided you wanted to take your boyfriend Choso, who seemed very bratty today, out on a date to a car cinema. He hadn't been a fan of the idea from the start but how could he say no to his perfect girlfriend? If you wanted something, he'd gladly give it to you.
''Come on,'' You started, looking for a suitable spot to park your car, ''it's going to be fun, trust me.'' You brought your car to a halt and you were just in time as the movie started. But not only did he not want to do this, the movie was the most boring piece of fiction he had ever watched. He let out a quiet sigh, sinking into his seat with his arms still crossed in front of his chest, fighting the urge to wrap them around you and rest his head on your shoulder. “This is literally the worst. Who even likes this movie?” he grumbled, turning to look at you with squinted eyes.
You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile tugging at your lips. “I do,” you said, popping a piece of popcorn into your mouth. “And you’re going to sit here and enjoy it like a good boy.”
“Enjoy it?” He let out a scoff, shaking his head. “This is torture. This is like some kind of cruel and unusual punishment. I could be at home, playing video games, maybe even sleeping. But no, I’m stuck watching the world’s slowest, most pointless movie.”
“You’re being so dramatic, Cho,” you teased, nudging him with your elbow. He was tired, you could tell.
“No, I’m being rational” he shot back, muttering. “This movie has had, like, two lines of dialogue in the last five minutes. And what even is the plot?” He was so cute like this. You were pretty sure you had never heard him complain like this before. Maybe, you'd get him tired and irritated more often from now on.
You turned towards him, grinning. “Sometimes movies are about the experience, not just the plot.”
He groaned, throwing his head back against the seat. “I’d rather experience a nap in your arms.”
You laughed, shaking your head before turning your attention back to the screen. He huffed beside you, shifting in his seat every few minutes, groaning under his breath as if suffering through the movie was the hardest thing he’d ever done.
But then, about halfway through, when the movie still wasn’t getting any better and he was clearly losing his patience, he suddenly turned to you.
“This is unbearable,” he muttered. “You know what would make it better?”
You barely had time to react before he was leaning in, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss. You let out a small surprised sound, but you weren’t complaining. His hand slid to your cheek, tilting your head as he deepened the kiss, completely forgetting about the movie he had just been ranting about.
Before long, the slow, boring movie faded into the background, and the car cinema experience became something a lot more fun than either of you had expected.
You pulled back slightly, a smirk playing on your lips as you studied his face. His usual confident expression was nowhere to be seen. His cheeks were flushed, his lips slightly parted, and his breathing uneven. He looked completely caught off guard, and you loved it.
Without breaking eye contact, you shifted, climbing into his lap with ease. His hands immediately went to your waist, his grip hesitant, unsure.“W-What are you doing?” he stammered, his voice quieter than before.
You tilted your head, running your fingers through his hair as you leaned in close, lips barely brushing his ear. “Making this movie a little more bearable for you,” you teased, feeling the way his whole body tensed beneath you.He swallowed hard, his hands flexing against your hips. “You’re s-so mean,” he mumbled, eyes darting to yours before quickly looking away.
You giggled, pressing a soft kiss to his jawline, then another just below his ear. “You love it.”
His grip on you tightened slightly, and he exhaled shakily. “I do,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. Then, after a long pause, he shifted beneath you, as if gathering the courage to say something else.
“I-I think I’m ready,” he blurted out, his face turning an even deeper shade of red.You pulled back slightly, searching his eyes.
“Ready for what?”
He bit down on his lower lip, looking adorably flustered. “To lose my virginity,” he murmured, his gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. “To you.”
Your heart skipped a beat at his words. You could see the sincerity in his eyes, the nervous anticipation. Smiling softly, you cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb gently against his skin.
“You’re so cute when you’re all flustered, Cho,” you teased, though your voice had softened with affection.
He groaned, hiding his face in your shoulder. “Don’t make this harder for me.”
You laughed, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “I want it to be perfect for you,” you said, running your fingers through his hair again. “Are you sure?”
He nodded against your shoulder, then pulled back to look at you, eyes full of certainty. “I’ve never been more sure about anything.”
Your heart swelled at his words, and you smiled before leaning in to kiss him again, this time slower, deeper, full of the promise of what was to come.
You deepened the kiss, feeling the way his body reacted beneath you, tense with anticipation yet melting into your touch. His fingers dug into your waist slightly, as if grounding himself in the moment, his breath shaky as you moved your lips against his.
Pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, you brushed a thumb over his flushed cheek. “We don’t have to do anything here,” you murmured, voice soft but teasing. “Unless you want your first time to be in a car, during a movie you hate.”
He groaned, tilting his head back against the seat. “You’re not making this easy for me.”You giggled, shifting slightly in his lap, which made him suck in a sharp breath. “I just want it to be special,” you said.
He nodded quickly. “I know. And I appreciate that, but…” He hesitated, then exhaled heavily. “I don’t want to wait anymore. I want to do it with you. No matter where we are.”
He made your heart swell, and for a moment, you just looked at him, taking in every detail of his expression. The nervous excitement, the way his lips were slightly swollen from your kisses, the way his hands held onto you like he never wanted to let go. Your hands caressed the back of his head leaning in one final time, letting your lips connect in a feverish kiss. This kiss was different.
It was slow but deeper.
You wanted him to succumb to every single moment of this. You wanted him to feel your lips against his, your fingers tracing tiny circles at the back of his head while your other hand trailed down his chest slowly. You knew he was trying to hide it, but he was so hard already. You broke free from the kiss, trailing kisses down his jaw, down to his neck, leaving a trail of lipstick stains all over. He looked so pretty already far gone. So pretty at your mercy.
''No touching, okay?'' You whispered against his lips softly as he chased after them, but you made him rest against his seat and keep his hands to his sides. Your hands wandered down slowly, the agonizing teasing you were making him go through was horrible.
He couldn't help but let a few whimpers slip past his puffy lips when your hands found his nipples to play with. All while subtlety grinding your hips against his. You tugged and pinched at them, making him squeeze his eyes shut. How could this feel so good already?
Finally, you went to unbutton his pants and tugged them down a little, not forgetting his boxers. His dick sprung free sleeping against you, which made him let out a whine. He was such a cutie. ''Are you sure about this?''
There was nothing he was more sure of at this moment in time.
As a matter of fact, he thought he'd die if you didn't sit on his dick in the next minute. He nodded, letting out a breathy yes. One final kiss was pressed to his lips while you aligned yourself with him. And then slowly and gently you slid down on his length. He held his breath, trying not to scream as you smiled down at him. He was so adorable. As soon as you bottomed out, you could feel him twitch inside you.
''W-Wait!'' He whimpered, trying to get you to stop moving without touching you. ''I'm t-too close.'' He warned you, burying his face in your chest. You took his arms and wrapped them around your waist, tilting his head up to look at you.
''So what? We'll just make you come again.'' His fingers dug into your sides, clinging to you as he gave you the okay to continue. And fuck, he felt like his dick was going to melt in your hot pussy. He was spewing nonsense, babbling away as whimpers fell past his lips and tears streamed down his face.
He couldn't believe how good this felt. He couldn't believe how good you felt. How good your pussy felt when you clenched around him, milking him for all he was worth. And he was trying. He was trying hard to hold back, to savour the moment. Make it last as long as possible.
But he couldn't.
He barely had time to announce his overwhelming orgasm crashing over him as he pumped his cum deep inside you, all while keeping his face buried in your chest. He was embarrassed, to say the least. You laughed, wrapping your arms around him, and stopped when he whined in protest.
''That w-was embarrassing.'' He mumbled as you pressed soft kisses to his face.
Choso had originally invited you over to help you study for the upcoming exam in physics. Since he dormed by himself, it was more comfortable than your place with all your roommates. He made sure to prepare all his notes, but what the poor boy didn't prepare for was getting so distracted by you. I mean, you came in a sweater and sweatpants, but since Choso's room tends to get hot during the day, you took off your sweater after a while, leaving you in just a tank top without a bra.
Now Choso, who was supposed to be focused on teaching you the importance of quantum physics before, was now slowly losing his mind seeing his pretty girlfriend's tits only being held back by a flimsy piece of material that revealed more of your breasts at every slight stretch. But of course, he was much too shy to make any move, so he continued to let his fantasies swirl in his head.
Even though you were his gf, he still got shy about his attraction towards you, and you weren't oblivious to this fact; you secretly loved how shy he gets around you when he's clearly thinking about touching you.
But today was a little different. After studying, you asked Choso to cuddle and take a nap, and of course, he eagerly agreed as he always wanted to be close to you, and loved his part-time job as a big spoon.
Before squishing into the small twin XL, you rid yourself of your sweatpants, which left you in just a tank top and some small boxer shorts that barely covered your ass.
Now Choso, who was still worked up from oogling at you before, could feel his boner only getting worse as he slid in next to you. Now hyper aware of how he was pressed up against you in this ridiculously small bed with barely any clothes on. He tried his best at first to get you not to notice, but each time you moved to get comfortable, the sensation of you rubbing against him only made it worse. He started to think you had to be doing this to him on purpose, but the look on your face showed that you had to just be moving in your sleep.
Choso knew it was wrong, but he really couldn't help himself. He rationalized that it isn't so bad if he just relieves himself a little bit, just enough to stop the aching feeling, right?... That's what he told himself, but as soon as he started rutting against you, he couldn't stop himself even if he tried. The pleasure was going straight to his brain, and he was only thinking with his poor aching dick. The only thought running through his mind was how he needed more.“mmm" A small whine had escaped his lips as he continued to hump against your sleeping figure.
He quickly bit his lip to quiet the moans that threatened to escape. The last thing he wanted was for you to wake up and find him humping you like some virgin loser. But the thought of embarrassment wasn't enough to stop his continuous ruts against you. The feeling of your ass and the rough material of his boxers massaging his dick was just too addicting, and paired with the sight of your pretty tits now halfway out your top was nearly making him drool as he fought the urge to suck them.
He could feel himself slide perfectly in between your ass every now and then, testing his last bit of sanity that was keeping him from moving your cute little shorts to the side and fucking you.
He was in the feeling so deep that he didn't even realize he was about to cum just from this.
"o-oh my god" he whispered to himself in disbelief, so lost in the feeling that he forgot about your slumber.
But unknown to him, you were actually awake to hear and feel the whole thing.
nerd!choso doesn’t understand why you’re even with him
choso knows you’re out of his league. that notion still settles in the back of his mind every now and then.
people naturally gravitate towards you, and you never seem unsure of where you belong. choso, on the other hand, has spent most of his life feeling slightly out of place – more comfortable studying than socializing, always trailing half a step behind the world you navigate so seamlessly.
being together doesn’t stop the looks. it doesn’t stop the constant whispers, the raised brows, the ‘how are they even together?’ stares from strangers who barely even know either of you.
sometimes, it’s subtle – a friend’s pause whenever you introduce him, or the way people automatically assume he’s your tutor. while other times, it’s blatant – someone laughing a little too loudly, asking if you’re truly serious about being with him.
he tries to not let it get to him, reminding himself that you chose him, even when his brain insists there must be some kind of mistake.
he’s hyperaware of the contrast between the two of you; how easy it is for you to talk to people, how naturally you fit into social spaces he never quite feels comfortable in. when you invite him to gatherings, he follows because he’s your partner – yet deep down, it always feels like he’s borrowing your confidence instead of owning any of his own.
one night, after a party hosted by one of your friends, he’s unusually quiet on the walk back to your dorm.
you notice almost immediately.
“… baby, are you okay?” you asked, stopping in front of him.
he stops in his tracks before looking back at you. “… yeah, i’m fine,” there’s a pause. then, quieter, “but i just… don’t get it sometimes, y’know?”
“don’t get what, exactly?” you prompt, brows furrowed in confusion.
“why you’re even with someone like me.” his voice isn’t bitter—it’s resigned. after all, it’s hard not to feel outmatched when someone like satoru gojo exists so closely in your circle. he’s confident, wild, reckless; everything choso thinks he isn’t. and despite knowing that you only see gojo as nothing more than a friend, the jealousy still coils tight in his chest whenever he would “jokingly” flirt with you right in front of him, almost like a silent provocation.
“plus, you literally could have anyone you want. and i feel like everyone is waiting for you to realize that.” he admits, gaze dropping.
your heart sinks at his confession. you step closer, hands cupping his face before he can look away. “… cho,” you say gently, “i’m already with the person that i want.”
“but they look at you like—”
“i don’t care how they look at me,” you interrupt. “… i only care about how you look at me!”
that finally makes him meet your gaze intently. “… you make me feel safe,” you continue, holding his gaze. “you never make me feel like i’m being too much, you actually take the time to learn about the things i love, and you even push yourself past your comfort zone just to be part of my world.”
your thumb brushes along his jaw. “so why would i want anyone else, when i have everything that i could possibly want right here?”
he goes quiet for a moment, your words settling in slowly. deep down, he hates himself for even doubting you for a second when you’ve proven time and time again that he’s the only one you want.
“… so you’re really not going anywhere?” he asks, hesitant.
you let out a soft smile, pinching his cheeks. “nope!~” popping the p. “i’m telling you right now, you’re not getting rid of me that easily, kay?”
at that, your reassurance reaches somewhere deep and something in his chest finally eases. choso exhales, wrapping you into a tight embrace like he needs the closeness to ground himself.
for once, he’ll let himself believe that this isn’t something he has to brace himself to lose.
a/n: i will always be a sucker for the popular x nerd trope 🥹
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warnings ⋮ ⌗ ┆smut, piv, needy!choso, mommy kink? kinda?.. choso x fem!reader, enjoy ladies. based off this tt!
you’d been preoccupied studying in your dorm for a test this upcoming Friday. you knew your professor wouldn’t let up, so you called over the one person you knew had an A locked in already, Choso Kamo. You two had become good friends since freshman year, growing closer over the past year.
So you texted him asking to meet you in your dorm to study, you’d been distancing yourself from him in recent days because of certain feelings you had been trying to suppress but you desperately needed his help on this. He’d been there within 15 minutes, completely out of breath (he lives on another side of campus?? how’d he get here so fast??)
He sat in your spare chair explaining the process of the code to you dangerously close for comfort, but it wasn’t out of the norm for you two. His voice started to drown out, instead of looking at his notes you looked more closely at his face, the way his hair dropped in front of it, his bulging, prominent Adam’s apple, everything. He looked up at you concerned when he heard you swallow harshly. “Hey.. you okay?” he asks tilting his head slightly.
You murmur “mhm!” and shake your head vigorously going back to figuring out how to work out a certain code. You closed your thighs tightly together hoping he wasn’t paying any attention (he was, ofc. he’s a perv like that.) your thighs slipping against each other because of your slick.
you leaned over closer to him practically bumping his shoulder with yours. “Cho.. I don’t really understand this part of it.. Our professor said it’d be on the test, didn’t she?”
You turn your head to the direction of his face, your noses almost touching, but neither of you back away. You smile, and exhale a small breath. Both of your eyes locked on each other.
You put a hand on his neck, pulling him closer, breathing him in, his cologne. You start to move off your chair into his lap. “We should stop.” He speaks up looking up at you, his eyes gleaming, big and beautifully. “Your mouths saying one thing, your face is saying another.” His hands began to creep up your sides to your waist.
Your hand remained on his neck, the other hand stroked a piece of hair out his face showing more of his squared-shaped glasses. “You’re so pretty, y’know that?” your hands settle infront of his ears, his hands traced soft shapes in your waist. “Nobody’s called me pretty before, handsome, sure.” He softly laughed, making you smile.
You placed a soft kiss on his lips, it caught him off guard at first but he reciprocated quickly. Both of your tongues fought for dominance, your hips began to move slowly, his bucking up to you. His lips found your neck and your hands found his hair. Clearly that drove him to new heights, as he lost control, bucking up more rapidly.
“Clothes, off.” you told him out of breath. Your hands moved down to his black compression shirt, helping him lift it off swiftly. Your lounge pants were discarded somewhere on the floor. His sweats and boxers went in one go as well. He helped you remove your camisole easily, since you were in your dorm and chose comfortability, you had on no bra. His index and middle finger moved slowly to your slick folds. “S’too big for you to handle just yet, gotta get you ready with my fingers first.”
You hadn’t even looked down to see the size of his dick, his fingers distracted you from the thought of it. “Ohhh.” You let out softly, beginning to ride his fingers, he began to factor in his ring finger. You threw you head back, eyebrows knitting together at the pleasure of his fingers. “Deeper, please.” You say through your moans. His fingers curl up at justttt the right angle for you. You clenched around his fingers, feeling heat rise all around your body. “Cl-ose.” You manage through a broken moan. “It’s okay. I got you, just let go, mommy.” That sends you over the edge.
Coming down from your high you straddle Choso’s thighs and begin to sink down on his length. “Mmph!” he whimpered, quietly, burying his fast into your chest. “Cho, ‘m not even halfway down, hun.” You stroke his cheek, continuing to lower down onto his length, clenching the further down you go. “Mommy, please, please, go lower.” He begged, tears began to swell up in his tear ducts, making him sniffle. This whole look just makes you wetter and clench harder making him buck up and sniffle more.
“Mommy, please.. hic!” he said through broken whines, actually hiccuping from overstimulation. You bit down on your lip so hard it almost bled. Choso’s head was nuzzled so far into your chest you could become one together. You speed up the movement in your hips, Choso follows your movement bucking into wildly you.
You felt your thighs dampen the closer you got to his base, he was crying. Crying so softly but hard enough to make him hiccup. You both rode out your highs, you lifted his head up to see his puffy lips and red eyes.
Making him hiccup more, “hurts.. hic! so, so, good, mommy.” Choso whined out. You’re mouth agape, at the sight, you lift up his glasses off the bridge of his nose. “Come on, baby, hold on for me. Hold on for mommy.” You encourage him, it makes him babble on and on until you both reach your peaks simultaneously. You slide off him slowly, “I discovered two new things about myself today.” You said out of breath.
a/n .𖥔 ݁ ˖: this deadass might be my best piece of work, and it’s out of my comfort zone! kash out, im going to bed, hope yall enjoyed. 💖
nerd!choso first saw you during one of your sets yuji dragged him to
he was mesmerized into you. your voice, your vibe, how you walked on the stage like you owned it
nerd!choso couldn’t stop staring at you the entire show, so much so even yuji noticed
but yuji wasn’t the only one, you also saw the adorable nerd staring at you the entire time
nerd!choso instantly blushes and looks away in embarrassment when you two finally make eye contact, and instead of breaking it you wink at him. he’s done for.
after the show yuji is trying to convince him to hang around the outside of the venue so he can possibly talk to you. he agrees to humor yuji, not expecting you would actually appear. until you do
nerd!choso is a blushing, stuttering mess the second you approach him and yuji leaves his side, nudging his arm as a goodluck
despite his awkwardness, which you loved, he managed to get your phone number and a kiss on the cheek from you before you left
nerd!choso needs yuji’s help to even start to text you, but once he starts he can’t stop. talking to you feels so natural
you’re the one to make it official, nerd!choso is too worried about misreading your feelings and ruining your friendship, even though you’ve been flirting with him for weeks
nerd!choso loves listening to you sing and watch you write your songs. he admires it so much and even tries to help you with lyrics when you have writers block
as your career continues to grow, it comes with an influx of fans. which also comes with more followers, stalkers, and people trying to know more than they should
nerd!choso is worried about being spotlight because of your fame, but you both try your best to keep him under wraps. private but not secret
once you start dating, it reflects in your music and your fans can tell that you have a muse. now people are trying to figure out who the mystery man is
nerd!choso attends all of your concerts that he can, even if it means doing his schoolwork backstage while you perform. he loves to support you as much as he can
the privacy of your relationship didn’t bother him at first. everyone who was important to you two knew, and that was all that mattered. right?
that was until fans started shipping you with your bassist suguru. they took clips out of context of your performances to make it seem like he was the muse from your songs
as much as nerd!choso tried to not let it bother him, it did. he hated people even thinking you were with someone else. it broke him and you could tell
a couple days later, nerd!choso got a notification that you posted on your story (he has all your post notifs on, he’s you’re number one fan). he opened it to find a photo booth picture of you two kissing, one where his face wasn’t fully in it but it was clear it wasn’t suguru
he looked to the caption you added, “my muse 🖤”
જ⁀➴⋆.˚ a/n: school has been kicking my ass rn!!! i have so many fic ideas to write but so little time. requested by @aud-ify-alt!! i took some creative liberties with this but hopefully you like it! ≽^•⩊•^≼
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art by einruji07, pics from pinterest, divider from chrisssiren!
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ᖭི༏ᖫྀ info: this is a nsfw/suggestive collection of @rissouu’s dom!choso drabbles, head cannons, one shots, smau’s & series. ages 17+ ONLY, mdni. all works sited belong to @rissouu only— translation on other platforms without permission is prohibited. do not repost/copy my works, doing so will hold consequences.
ᖭི༏ᖫྀ warnings: heavy sexual content, obsessive behavior, possessiveness, yandere (?), sub!reader, brat taming, cunilingus, small toxic!choso mentioned, slight spanking, heavy breeding kink, overstimulation, mentions of biting, rough intercourse, daddy kink, mommy kink, aggressive choso, & etc.
ᖭི༏ᖫྀ important notes: (you have been warned, please leave now if you’re uncomfortable. from this point onwards it’s on you if you come across anything that triggers you/uncomforts you).
DRABBLES:
obsessed!choso: he always followed behind you no matter where you went as a way to show who you belonged to.
quiet!choso: he was your best friends brother and he didn’t talk to you much, or at all. but that all changed once he caught you getting ready for a date.
brattamer!choso: after weeks of getting nothing but mean attitudes from you, he finally puts you in your place.
nerd!choso: although he was the school wide nerd, that didn’t mean you could keep testing his patience and get away with it.
babydaddy!choso: you guys broke it off a while after you gave birth to his daughter, but nothing could keep him away from you for long..
stalker sugardaddy!choso: he catches you entertaining the filthy guys your age and decides to drill some sense into you.
ONE SHOTS:
forever: what starts off as an innocent pen pal turns into something much darker. you’re the one who friended him after all… it’s only fair for him to keep you forever right?
