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cherry blossoms 05 pairing: virgin!Choso x fem!reader contents: virginity loss! (Choso), p in v, light choking (f! receiving), use of pet names (baby), friends to lovers, soft smut, cheesy ending warning (LOL) tw: blood - talked about, but not seen (in reference to Choso's cursed technique) word count: 3.3K MDNI | 18+

It had been a few weeks since you had kissed Choso, and the need you felt for one another had grown exponentially in the passing days. But you hadn’t gotten many moments of privacy since the movie night, opting instead to steal kisses and touches from one another when no one was looking.

Choso had been desperate to get his hands on you whenever he could—pressing you up against the walls of alleyways when you were on missions or pulling you into the bathroom with him when you were watching movies with Yuji at their apartment—just so he could taste your lips, even for a minute. And after weeks of sneaking around, you were finally granted another night of privacy.

As soon as you arrived at Choso’s apartment, your hands were all over each other. His touches had gotten bolder since your first kiss, his lips smoother and more confident in their movement against yours. You walked him backward towards his bedroom as you pulled pieces of clothing off, giddy and giggling like schoolchildren. You made out for a while on Choso’s bed, your hands tugging off one another’s clothes until you were left just in your undergarments, your body seated atop Choso’s broad frame.

“Are you nervous, Choso?” You gazed down at him as he lay beneath, meeting his gaze softly. Your palms were on his bare chest—fingers splayed over the strong plane of his pectorals—and your thighs straddled his waist, pressed pelvis to pelvis.

“Y-yeah, a little,” Choso admitted shyly. He returned your gaze tenderly, but you could feel his heart beating quickly under your palm. You gave him an easy smile as you traced a little heart into his skin with your index finger.

“What are you nervous about?” Your eyes were kind as they held his, and your voice soft, trying to coax him into relaxing.

“I– don’t wanna hurt you.” Choso’s voice was so gentle as he looked up at you, ironically contrasting the broad, muscular body you were sitting on top of.

You laughed affectionately, running your palms tenderly up and down his chest. “You’re not gonna hurt me, Cho… You’re going to do quite the opposite, really,” you assured him, giving him a cheeky smile.

Choso let out a sigh, his hands running over your hips, soothing himself by feeling your curves under his palms. Your smiles and laughter calmed him to some degree, but he was still stressed, anxious about the fact that the swelling bulge between his legs seemed so much larger than what he thought your body could take.

You could see the furrow of his brows lingering, so you leaned over him—one of your arms supporting your body next to his head and the other resting on his face—to stroke your thumb across his cheekbone. “Tell me what you want,” you cooed to him. Your eyes looked down at him with soft affection, your voice silken as you tried to calm his nerves.

“I want to make you feel good,” Choso pleaded. His eyes were wider than usual, more alert and insistent. His desire for you ran deep, swirling in the pools of his irises, but mixed with his desperation to satisfy you and his fears that he wouldn’t.

You shook your head at him with a gentle smile before you leaned forward to press your lips to his, trying to get him out of his head. Your lips lingered against his, your mouths moving slowly—almost languidly—calmer than when you first kissed him in his apartment. You pulled back once you felt his shoulders relax downward, some of the tension leaving his body.

“Don’t worry about me, Cho,” you said, your hand still resting tenderly on his cheek. “What do you want?” You emphasized to him with a sweet smile, kissing the curse mark that bloomed across the bridge of his nose.

“I… Want you to kiss me again,” Choso said softly, his features relaxing even more as he smiled up at you. His hands inched up your ribcage, tentatively stopping below the band of your bra.

“Yeah?” You said with a smile, teasingly nuzzling your nose against his as you ghosted your lips over his parted ones.

“Uh huh,” Choso nodded to you, his mouth following yours eagerly, desperate to catch your lips between his own. You caved with a giggle, leaning in to close the distance between you. Choso groaned softly as he poked his tongue out, the muscle readily sliding into your mouth to caress your bottom lip. You moaned back at the sensation, your fingers curling into his loose brown hair as you let your tongue meet his.

The kiss grew heated once again, Choso’s hands moving gently to cup your breasts over your bra, feeling the swell of your flesh under them. You could feel his bulge pressed against your thigh, and you rolled your hips over him teasingly, feeling his cock twitch beneath you. Choso groaned low in his throat, breaking the kiss as his hands traveled to the clasp of your bra.

“Can I take this off you?” He asked you breathlessly, searching your eyes for consent just like you did for him. You nodded to him with a soft smile, sitting up on his waist to help him undo the clasp. Choso’s fingertips found your shoulders, sliding the straps of your bra down until your breasts were freed, nipples perking up against the cool air.

“Fuck,” Choso’s voice came out in a throaty groan, his eyes flitting back and forth between both of your breasts. He swallowed hard and you laughed in response, fighting the urge to cover your chest from the way it felt like his eyes were burning holes through you.

“Well, don’t just stare, Cho,” you laughed to him, and he gave you a bashful smile in response, blinking a couple of times as if he were snapping himself out of a trance.

“Sorry, you’re just… Beautiful,” Choso sighed, letting his large palms push up your ribcage, tentatively cupping the bottom of your breasts.

“So, so beautiful,” he muttered to himself as his hands engulfed your soft skin, his thumbs instinctively finding the buds of your nipples. You sucked in a breath as he palmed at you tenderly, his lips parting in fascination as he watched your nipples harden under his touch, darkening and swelling. He groaned as he sat up, wanting to be closer to your skin, needing to feel you everywhere.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, hungrier than the last—sloppier, too. He traced his mouth down your jaw, your neck—wet and mostly tongue—his hands cradling and kneading your breasts with insatiable lust. You moaned as he made his way closer to the swell of your flesh, but his mouth stopped, his breath fanning out over your collarbone.

“Can I kiss you here?” His voice came out husky and desperate as if it took effort for him to hold himself back long enough to ask.

“Please,” you whined back to him, and Choso wasted no time bringing his lips to your breasts, latching his mouth around one of your nipples.

You let out a needy sound at the touch, grinding your hips into Choso’s lap to slide his tip back and forth against your clit. Choso groaned around your nipple, sucking harder before he pulled off of it with a pop just to move to the other. His hands stayed on the sides of your breasts, pushing them together and kneading the one he wasn’t sucking on.

Your fingers laced through his hair again while you rolled your hips into his cock, causing the wet patch on the front of his boxers to spread. Choso’s mouth devoured your skin, leaving you slick with his spit as he moaned into your chest, thrusting his hips back into yours.

“Want you so bad, baby, please,” he whined, his needy voice matching the twitching of his cock nestled against your cunt. Warmth flooded your core at his words, your fingers tightening their grip on his hair.

“I want you to,” you moaned back to him, tugging his head up gently by his hair to bring his lips to yours. You were both so pent-up, so desperate with want that you didn’t think you needed any more preparation for him, despite how big he was. You slid your hands down his chest, finding the elastic of his boxers and pulling them down his legs with his help. Choso followed suit quickly after, sliding you out of your panties and then letting you get situated over him again.

“Do you want to be on top, or would you like me to be?” You asked him, pausing to make sure he was comfortable.

“I want you on top,” Choso answered almost immediately with an excited smile. “I want to watch you like this,” he added, running his hands up and down your hips. You smiled at him, taking a minute to steep in the intimacy of the moment. There was so much trust between you, so much care. When he smiled back at you, warm and soft, something bloomed in your heart like the first cherry blossoms of spring.

You reached between your legs to take Choso’s length in your hand, stroking him slowly a few times before you lined him up with your entrance. You pressed a kiss to his lips, deep and lingering, before you pulled back.

“Tell me if you need me to stop at any point, okay?” You asked him softly, looking into his eyes for any sign of hesitation or fear. But you were only greeted with warmth, his eyes gazing at you as if you were the sun itself.

“Okay,” Choso agreed, a somewhat boyish smile on his face.

You braced yourself on his shoulder with one hand as you held his length steady with the other and slowly started to let your hips drop into his. Choso’s tip breached your entrance, and you bit into your lip to hide your whimpers, not wanting to make him nervous by thinking that he was hurting you. You felt him open you up, stretching you out as your hips relaxed into him, his cock sinking into you inch by inch. Choso let out a groan, tipping his head back as he felt you slide down his length, engulfing him in your heat. The stretch of him stung, but it felt good, too; a dull ache soothed over by feeling so full of him.

“Tell me how it feels, baby,” you moaned, watching his face as he picked his head back up. He was propped upward on one arm, his other hand gripping tightly onto the plush of your hip like an anchor.

“Feels so… Small,” he said through gritted teeth. “So warm, so tight— F-feels really good.” Choso’s lips were parted open, his eyelids heavy with lust as he watched your point of connection, how your body enveloped every inch of him as you settled down to his hilt—bone to bone, skin to skin. The tip of his cock kissed your cervix, and you whimpered softly, your nails digging crescent moons into his broad shoulders.

Choso was in ecstasy. He could feel every inch of you as you pressed yourself against him, could feel the way you opened for him. He was acutely aware of the blood in your body, how it flowed and swelled in your cunt, pulsing around him, warming him. His head felt thick with need, a primal desire to consume you completely and to let you consume him.

You settled there for a moment, letting Choso feel you around him as you adjusted to his size before you moved; just a subtle rock of your hips—catching your clit on the bottom of his abdomen—before you eased back down. You both let out sighs of pleasure at the friction, and Choso’s hand slipped down your hip to grip the plush of your ass.

“Again, please,” he urged you, using his hand to rock you back into him, and you moaned into his mouth as you tangled your fingers through his hair, bringing him closer to you.

You obliged him, rolling your hips into his a little harder, lifting off of his cock a more so he could feel the way your walls dragged over him. He moaned into your mouth, needy and hungry as you repeated the motion.

Choso wasn’t a religious man. He had never understood why humans felt so compelled to worship higher beings. Until this moment. Until he felt you on top of him and suddenly realized that he had never felt more alive in his entire existence—had never felt so real, never felt so human. And you were a vision of beauty seat on top of him—lips slightly parted and lids heavy as you bounced your hips on his cock.

“Does it—does it feel good for you?” Choso asked you breathlessly, the tips of your noses brushing as you glided your hips over his.

“Feels really good for me, Choso,” you reassured him, bringing your mouth to his so you could swallow down his cries of pleasure.

You rode him gently, but not without need or want. You rolled your hips into his, took every moan and whine he gave you—with your lips melded to his and your fingers tangled in his hair—and gave back to him more. Choso’s fingers dug harshly into your skin to keep himself anchored as you enveloped him softly and sweetly, the way he deserved.

He was at a loss for words but not quiet about his pleasure. His eyelids fluttered as you rode him, whimpered breaths leaving his mouth and ghosting over your lips every time he felt your walls drag up and back down his cock. He moaned your name more than once, the hand he had on you always pressing you a little closer when he did, your nipples rubbing up against his chest as your lips meld to his.

Small utterances of praises left his mouth when your lips broke away for long enough, his eyes hazy and soft with lust when you pulled back far enough to see them. You pressed your lips to his jaw while your hips rolled to meet his so that you could hear the sounds he made in your ear. You could feel him getting closer, his voice getting needier, his fingertips clawing into your skin harder as his body started to tremble under you.

“Close, baby, I’m really close,” Choso whimpered against your ear, the arm he was propped up on faltering as his hips started jumping to meet yours, pushing his cock roughly into you as his movements became more desperate. You eased him down onto his back, your hands guiding his shoulders to the bed as he held your waist. Your body leaned over him, bare and beautiful in the evening light, as his deep purple eyes drank in your figure. His eyebrows were furrowed up in the pleasure, his hips twitching under you desperately.

“Don’t hold back, Cho. Want you to cum for me,” you urged him, sliding a hand between your legs to rub your clit while you dragged your hips up and down him—pulling all the way up so he could feel the way your walls hugged him when you sunk back down.

Choso’s hips rutted up into you compulsively now as he let out labored breaths and sobs of pleasure. You moved with him, encouraging him to take you as he wanted, as he needed. You leaned closer into his body once more, moaning back into his mouth as he came undone. Your name fell from his lips, heavy with the sounds of his breathing as he clung to your body.

“Cumming, cumming, please,” he sobbed to you, his fingers gripped so tight into your hips you knew he’d leave welts, but you were too far gone in your pleasure to care. Your hand worked faster circles into your heat, moaning with Choso as he came beneath you.

His hips stuttered, and his eyelids fluttered, his cock twitching inside of you as he climaxed. His moans were loud and heavy, his hips bucking to meet your hips with every spout of release that he gave you. You rode him through his high until you felt the burning pressure inside you reaching its peak.

You were about to vocalize your impending orgasm to him when you felt his hand snake to your throat, his thumb resting gently over your pulse point. Choso squeezed lightly, and you gasped at the unexpected pressure, your cunt fluttering around him. His half-lidded eyes watched your face as you moved above him, pleasuring yourself on his cock. He felt so connected to you, could feel how life flowed through your veins, weaving through your body until it pushed up through you, blossomed, and you came for him.

You climaxed with a whine, Choso’s hand on your throat making you feel dizzy with pleasure. Your cunt pulsed around him, the blood there heavy and full around the shape of him inside you, and Choso groaned along with you. Your hips rolled back against his—your mouth parted open in wordless ecstasy—and Choso whined from the over-stimulation, watching you with wonder until you settled gently on top of him. Your cheek rested against his chest, feeling his heartbeat under your ear while his fingers loosened around your neck and slid up to cradle your cheek.

You angled your head up to see him, bringing your own hand to his cheek so his eyes met yours. His breathing was settling down again, but his face was still flushed pink, soft and rosy. He was quiet, but his eyes were bright, with a lazy grin spread across his face that made you giggle in return.

“How did you know to do that?” You were still bewildered that he would think to choke you during his first time with you. Choso just shrugged in response, the smile on his face growing a little wider.

“It just felt right, I guess. I could feel your blood the whole time; I could feel it moving through you when you were getting closer. It felt comforting, to hold your pulse under my fingers.” His voice was gentle, his thumb brushing lightly back and forth over your cheekbone. You smiled at him.

“It felt really good for me, too,” you admitted with a smile, your fingers scratching soothingly into his scalp. “How was it for you?” You asked him tenderly. He was still inside of you, softening but reveling in the warmth of your body, in the feeling of being intertwined with you.

“I don’t think I’ve felt alive before today,” he replied softly. His eyes watched yours with adoration, all of your unspoken emotions laid out for each other without the need for words, bare like your bodies. You could feel warmth in your chest spreading, rising into your throat as your cheeks flushed, the words bubbling up to your tongue. But Choso beat you to it.

“I think I love you.” The words left his lips as if it were a simple fact, but you could see the emotion behind them painted into the purple of his eyes, warm like a sunset. A smile bloomed over your face, which Choso mirrored to you without hesitation.

“I think I love you, too,” you told him softly. You slid up his body to capture his lips with yours, feeling him smile into it. His knuckles trailed the length of your spine while your fingers tangled into the soft brown strands of his hair. Outside, two cherry blossom petals floated by, settling on the windowsill before they danced off into the breeze.

AN: thank you all for reading, and an extra thank you if you were one of the sweet souls who liked/reblogged/commented/followed along for the entire series — I APPRECIATE YOU SO MUCH 🫶 that being said, this is the last part of this series! I tried to get a little more poetic with this chapter so I hope it was well-received 😅 only time will tell. as always, any comments/interactions are greatly appreciated, so please do not feel shy to say hi <3

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