Content Warning - Physical therapy is your job assignment for the famous boxer in Shibuya, and God does he fucking hate your job. From the sessions to the way your hair looks cute in the morning and how your scrubs tease him in such ways it makes him hard like a school boy.. But, the sessions turn more physical as time passes on.
Tags - Fem! reader x Boxer! Choso, p in v, sex toys, oil, whimpering, whining, biting, intimidation, fucking, sex, shameless sex, smut, smau, Choso is a freak, you’re also a freak, big freaky time, squirting, clit stimulation, he’s a big perv, so much fucking, etc.
Physical therapy was a pain for boxing, the amount of recovery put into the sport felt like hell on earth. Unfortunately, he had the meanest therapist after sessions because of his manager.
“Oh fuck- can’t you be more gentle?”
“How can I be more gentle when your wounds are god awfully deep in your body?”
You were his physical therapist was such a curse to him. (not really) Choso dreaded physical therapy sessions after huge boxing matches for multiple reasons, and you were one of them.
The cute face and baby blue scrubs you wore could fool anyone, but Choso saw through your image like a ghost.
Your hands were constantly on his body with such toughness he almost cried at times. You looked like a dainty woman, comparable to a damsel in distress for your beauty. Not that he thought about that of course….
But your hands held the innocent souls when you performed recovery massages on his body.
You used a metal blade and rolled it on his shins, applying heavy pressure to ensure his injuries wouldn’t be as bad. If he didn’t slam the guy down with his legs he wouldn’t be in the current position as of right now.
Choso gritted his teeth and kept bucking up, his head hanging off his shoulders. When you were rolling on his thighs, your hands slightly brushed against his groin and he felt the blood rushing south.
His face was cherry red as he looked at you, acting like it wasn’t affecting him real time.
Your hair was kept in a ponytail as loose strands fell out and frame your face, your eyes honed in on his legs. Choso felt his heart beat 2x and a blush soaked his cheeks.
“Alright, we’re done with the most brutal part for now. Sit on the edge so I can bandage your back.”
He sighed, sliding towards the edge of the mat as he waited for you.
You brushed up on his back accidentally, sparking tension between them which made his palms sweaty. He tried to focus on anything else, given that was easy because of his hyper focused nature but right now his brain was stuck on you.
Your hands reached out infront of him as you began to roll the bandages around his upper chest, the white cloth binding his injuries. Small cuts and little bits of blood stained the bandage but it’d heal in fast times.
You observed the way his neck was red and his ears twitching from the subtle contact you made with him, wanting to mess with him. Your chest was pushed up on his covered back as he blew in his ear, whispering.
“Didn’t know you were so twitchy, Choso..”
His head whirled around towards you, his hand covering his right ear. Choso was blushing like an idiot and you laughed in his face, wiping the tears from your eyes.
With a much deserved smile, he ruffled the top of your hair and walked out of their small room to finish his business.
He was in his apartment slouching on the couch, wearing baggy gray sweatpants and a charcoal robe that wasn’t properly tied, revealing his abs.
Choso closed his eyes to settle for a nap when his brain thought about you, a raging boner forming in his pants. His eyes looked left and right before he checked, his cock standing upright as pre was flowing.
With a defeated sigh, he stood up and walked to his bedroom. His left hand pushed the closet door open as he retrieved a green box on top, the label being NS for shoes.
When he opened the box, there lay a sex dolls lower part. Choso grabbed the object and placed it on his bed, grabbing his phone and a bottle of oil.
With the curtains drawn and dim lights, he poured the oil on the doll. It’s thick cheeks were glistening with the oil on its skin, the soft squishy folds bouncing with every movement.
He stuck the bottle inside of both holes and poured a little oil inside, taking his cock out of his sweats. It slapped against his stomach and smeared pre on his skin, the small touch making him whimper.
His hands were placed on the doll and he pushed into its entrance, the ridges stimulating his dick. Each time he pushed back and forth it felt like his body was being blessed, letting his head hang on his shoulders.
With a misplaced thought, he visualized images of you in sexy positions to scenarios of him fucking you in his bed.
It ranged from the physical therapist room to the middle of the boxing ring and in the lockers, or even his managers office if they were feeling frisky.
Choso tightened his stomach as he let the hot cum fill the toy, pulling out which made a growing puddle of juices on the bed. His eyes finally opened as he looked at the sex dolls lower part, giving it a harsh slap which made the silicone ripple.
“I can’t get her out of my head… I’m fucking hard everytime I think of her.”
With an upcoming match happening in a few days, he was stuck practicing and training for going against his opponent.
From the sand bags to hitting pads and running laps to stimulate his stamina, you watched his body.
You never admitted it to anyone but he was hot in your eyes. Hell, you even masturbated to the thought of him when he was all sweaty fighting some other guy.
Of course, you were just another trainer for his wounds and would always be.. (not anymore!)
When it was your turn to help him recover, Choso reached out and brushed your hair away from her face. You looked up at him with questioning gaze, before continuing to wrap his hands and ankles.
He moved first of course.
With an unexpected twist, his lips connected with yours in a slow manner, then you returned the energy. Your hands reached to hold his head as you tilted your head, making the kiss deeper than before.
His tongue slid inside of her mouth, the two of them exchanging words through the act of a kiss.
You broke it, your lips red from his mouth, panting heavily. Your chest moved up and down as he stared, too far gone in you.
“Let’s take this back to your place.”
He drove back to his apartment 20 miles over the speed limit, thankful that none of the police tried to arrest him for that. One hand was on the steering wheel while he gripped her thigh, rubbing up and down on her skin which made you flush.
They kept kissing each other as soon as they got in the hallway, his body pushing yours against the door. Choso ushered you to jump, both of his arms wrapping around your ass so he could carry you in.
He walked with you towards the bedroom, dropping his keys on the floor in a hurry. You were marking his neck and jaw, your lipgloss rubbing off.
Choso placed you in the middle of the bed as he peeled off his shirt, unzipping his jeans as you took off your scrubs.
They jumped on eachother like predator and prey, his teeth nipping you on the sensitive areas. He discovered something real amusing.
His hand laid out flat on your stomach and you moaned, your mouth in a bent curve shape. You were seconds away from laughing because of how ticklish you were, but also because the pressure on your womb could make you squirt.
He spent his time with foreplay, putting two fingers inside of your pussy. His hand was sticky with your fluids as he kept pumping his digits, curling at the right spot which made you jolt.
You squirted on his torso which left a dripping trail on his skin, your mouth left hanging. You were drooling, feeling the effects of his hands.
Choso slathered his cock with your cum, pushing inside. You were tight, stretching around his hole made him dizzy. Your walls were squishy and soft, warmth coating his dick.
The bed frame kept banging against the thin walls as he pounded into your pussy, your moans echoing in the room as Choso kept whining. It felt so much better fucking you than his toy, he was in heaven.
His hands would gripe your chest as he flicked your nipples and toyed with your clit, the little rosy button setting you off. You must’ve came about three times or so by now just from his fingers.
“No more- Ngh..! I’m c-coming..”
You wrapped around him tightly and Choso couldn’t hold back anymore, folding your legs over. Your ankles were touching your ears, his body weight pressing down to put you in a mating press.
He was so inside of you that you could feel him in your lungs, mouth stuck in an ‘o’ shape. You couldn’t stop babbling about how fucking amazing it felt, brain turning into putty.
Choso came inside of you, every last bit drained in your cunt. He pulled out and groaned, watching as his cum spilt out of you like an overfilled donut.
He pressed down on your stomach and smiled, whispering in your ear.
“This is where you’re sensitive, right?”
You whimpered, weakly shaking your head yes.
Choso smirked, his hands moving to fold your body like a pretzel. He leaned down and ate the cum out of your pussy, sloppily getting the fluids on his face. You were barely fighting against it, the amount of pleasure like a drug in your blood.
With pressure, you squirted like a jet on his face, his mouth latched on your pussy to drink his fill. You closed your eyes from exhaustion, falling asleep as Choso let you go from his torture.
His warm towel wiped away traces of their passionate love. Choso held you in his arms, letting the blanket cover them as they drifted off into a deeply needed nap.
