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“him? he’s top of the class? really?” you look to the dark-haired, pale man attempting to stuff his laptop into his bag.
“yes. i suggest if you want to pass this class you ask him for some help, i’ve done all i can for you.” your professor, higuruma answers.
you’ve never been the type to be able to keep focus on something for too long, hence why your degree is on the line currently.
but you can’t seem to tear your focus away from the man across the lecture hall.
sure you’ve seen him before but you’ve never really looked at him, probably more distracted on the strange line tattooed on his face than the rest of him, the rest of him which has now begun to leave.
“HEY!! YOUU!! WAIT!!” your voice echoes through the empty lecture hall. but even so, he’s continuing his journey up the steps.
you scramble and try to reach him before he can walk through the door and out to the busy campus.
its around lunchtime now, so the halls are packed and a man dressed in all black would be hard to spot.
the two buns in his hair prove you wrong, once you’re through the door your eyes pluck him from the crowd instantly. running over, you finally manage to tap him on his shoulder, breathing heavily.
he jumps at your action, his whole body practically spasms at your touch and he takes an earbud out of his ear, he doesn’t speak first. just stares at you with his eyebrows raised and his mouth slightly agape.
“hi! so sorry if i startled you, i was wondering if you could tutor me for mr.higuruma’s class? i could reaally use your help and he told me you’re top of the class?”
you say that all too quickly and just hope he heard everything so you won’t have to embarrass yourself any further by repeating it.
“uhh..uhhhmmm—uh—sorry.”
truthfully, the last thing he wanted was this. he had enough responsibilities in his life and tutoring a girl he’s never spoken a word to was not one he wanted to add.
but he wasn’t the type to say no to anyone. it’s as if he’s committing a crime by prioritising himself for once.
“yeah—yeah sure.” he eventually stammers out.
you aren’t too shocked he agreed, but happy about it anyway after all your efforts of chasing after him.
“great! thank you! i’ll give you my number and we can talk about it later?” with every word your voice seems to raise an octave.
he hands you his phone with a blank contact open, still the same awkward expression on his face.
you type in your name and number and swiftly hand the phone back to him, “your name?” you ask.
“choso.” he simply says.
you think you’ve said maybe triple the words he has in this conversation. would it kill the guy to just try and be social?
“you know your usually meant to ask for my name too..hah..” you’ve never found it hard to strike up a conversation with anyone but this guy is something else.
“but i can see it. you um, you wrote it on the contact.”
is that sweat dripping down his forehead? has he never talked to a woman in his life? or maybe he’s just got the hots for you!
you hope so anyways, “ohh yeah that! okay ill see you around, uhh—choyo was it?” you wave him off with a beaming smile on your face.
“choso—oh.” he tried to correct you but his voice cracked, and within seconds you managed to strike up a conversation with someone else and were way out of earshot.
-
you had forgotten all about your current predicament until the notification of an unsaved number texting you had popped up.
5:31PM : “hi its choso”
5:31PM : “i could help you out tomorrow after 5 or over the weekend?”
nice! late night studying turned sexual is just what you had planned for him.
5:32PM : yes tmr would be great
5:32PM : my place or urs??
5:34PM : the library stays open late on weekdays
men just love to crush all hopes and dreams don’t they?
you’ve never done it before, but maybe you could get into the whole blowjob-under-the-desk thing.
5:34PM : that works
5:34PM : so is 6 tmr ok 4 u?
5:39PM : yeah
is he gay?
any man would fall right into your arms at the proposition of going to your place and wouldn’t be giving you these slow ass replies.
there’s only one way to find out and thankfully it aligns with your plans.
-
you put on something not too obviously slutty but still low cut enough to show off your boobs, balancing it out with baggy sweatpants to avoid the desperate look.
you are desperate, but who cares?boobs look great.
in fact they look so good that even a homo would stare, so if he doesn’t look at least 3 times there’s something wrong.
standing in front of the large double doors of the campus’ library at 6pm sharp is choso kamo, dressed in a matching black tracksuit with the symbol of a large red bullseye on it.
bet he wore that to impress you, maybe all hope isn’t lost!
“hey! cho! over heereee!” you wave enthusiastically with both arms, the tote on your shoulder sliding down.
you called him cho because you genuinely couldn’t remember if his name was ‘choso’ or ‘choyo’, if you accidentally called him the wrong one it would look bad on your part.
plus, guys are into nicknames so it works out in your favour.
his gaze takes a while to catch yours but when it does he doesn’t do anything, just waits for you to get close enough to him.
there’s no wave back, no greeting, his neutral expression doesn’t change and he doesn’t even check you out?!
“come, we’ll go to the back so we don’t disturb anyone.” he starts walking once you’re close enough, not looking back to see if you even heard him.
“what else could we be doing that would disturb people?” is what you want to say to him but you decide to keep that comment to yourself as you follow him down the stairs and to a less populated area of the library.
you’ve never liked uncomfortable silences and always said you could talk to a wall, but that statement is proving to be a lie as you walk with the brick wall next to you.
a ridiculously attractive brick wall too.
“so did you bring your corrected papers?” he asks.
“yep! got them right here one sec..”
you dig through your tote bag when you catch a glimpse of him wincing.
“uhh..what?”
“sorry..its just—you’re um..quite loud.” he says.
“sooorrryy..” you drag out in a sing-song voice, acting as if you don’t want to melt into a puddle and die.
once you retrieve the papers from your bag and sit down he skims them over, reading the teachers notes and paying attention to what you need to work on.
“at first glance it seems you struggle with these topics here,” he uses his pen to circle questions as he flips through the test.
“but you seem fine with certain questions covered in early stages of them, the basis of the more advanced questions all tie into what was taught in the introductory module, is that something you need to go back over?”
guess the dude can say more than two words at a time.
just needs to get all nerdy. no biggie, you could recite a few digits of pi to get him going in the bedroom.
“you probably know better than me, so yeah lets start there.” all of his words sort of went one ear and out the other, you were more interested in his hands during that whole spiel.
-
regret isn’t the correct word to describe your situation, you’re glad you get to hear him speak, but he’s blabbering on about stuff you half-knew.
you feel like the brick wall now, sure he’s a nice distraction but it’s hard to check him out when his eyes are locked onto yours constantly.
nope, no titty glance yet.
looking at the clock, it’s not even been an hour of this yet and it feels like it’s been years as you bounce your leg under the desk.
“cho, you ever had a girlfriend before?” you ask, hoping to get a break and see if your earlier suspicions were correct.
his brain seems to malfunction at your question, “huh—“ he just sits there frozen with his signature awkward-face.
“my bad, one of my teachers back in high school told me that the brain can’t focus on one thing for longer than 20 minutes.” you say, fidgeting with a pen in your hand.
“no, i haven’t—and i don’t think that’s true.” he replies.
“is. i’m living proof, no? it’s been over 20 minutes of this and my mind went somewhere else—so ya gay then?”
“what—no!” his voice becomes too loud for the calm library, the two of you receiving mean glares from people around you.
“no, i’m not gay. can we please get back on topic?” he whispers.
“mm..” you pretend to take his plea into consideration. “nope.”
“she also told me the brain needs a 5 minute break per 20, so lets chat for a little longer.”
“she did not.” he sighs, crossing his arms.
he’s right, she didn’t mention anything about a 5 minute break but any excuse to keep him talking about anything but academics was good enough for you.
“soo, entertain me. what ‘cha do outside of here?” you lean over slightly, your breasts pressing together more than they already were from the push up bra you had on.
and you catch it, you finally catch him looking at your boobs. it was only for a split second as you shifted closer but it counts.
if this were anyone else you wouldn’t be so proud, but he’s special in every aspect of life anyways.
“uh—uhm i just spend time with my little brother mostly..” he’s given up all will of trying to get you back on topic.
“family man then? aww.” you take note of his slightly reddening cheeks, nope not gay then.
“i guess..his name is yuji and i do stuff with him whenever i can—we were actually supposed to have a movie night this weekend, but i told him about you asking me to tutor you and he told me i should help people instead, and that we could hang out any other time—so he’s a really good brother.”
so he’s in love with his brother then? no, not that weird. nevermind.
“that’s really cute, how old is he?”
“he’s 15, already growing up so fast.. he’s got his own friends now to hang out with instead of me.”
“so you need someone else to hang out with thennn?” you wink.
“i actually prefer to be alone most of the time.” he shrugs.
you can’t tell if he genuinely didn’t catch what you were getting at or is just not fond of you whatsoever, “are you saying you don’t enjoy my company cho?” you pout.
“oh—oh! sorry i didn’t mean it like that.” he exclaims, muttering a ohmygod under his breath after.
“no its fine, you just hate me then. we’ll go back to learning time then so you can get rid of me.” you say sarcastically, imitating a sniffle after.
“no really! i-i meant that—“
“relaax, im kidding.” you cut him off.
“but we should get back on track anyways, think my brain has reset by now.”
“alright, okay.” he smiles at you for the first time, not because of him getting really into whatever he was talking about this time, but at something you said.
bingo!!!!!!!
-
he turns out to be a very good tutor. explaining things very well, comparing topics you sort of understand and ones you don’t and picking out the similarities between them to help you, rather than just reciting notes to you over and over and hoping that they stick—which was your form of study.
as time goes on, his rambling lessens. he asks you questions and you answer almost all of them correctly, of course not without the occasional joke that has a 50/50 chance of landing.
neither of you realise that it’s gotten so late until a woman comes up to the both of you, telling you that you need to leave within the next 10 minutes as the library is closing.
“guess we should get going then.” the enthusiastic tone in your voice earlier has faded, feeling the weight of all the work you’ve done crashing down on you.
“i didn’t realise it got so late..” he says as he slings his backpack over his shoulder.
you mirror his actions and also collect your belongings, the two of you fall into step together, hurrying from the library out to the empty campus.
choso shifts on his feet once you and him exit through the double doors, “i’m going this way, so—uh, let me know later when you’re free over the weekend and ill see you here.”
“will do,” you step in the opposite direction, “bye cho!”
“bye.” he waves.
you didn’t get to live out your fantasies in the library with him today, but you stored actually valuable information in your brain for once.
a win is a win.
-
friday mornings are great.
you lie in, go to a class at 12 and are done for the day.
except this is the schedule you created for yourself. you’re supposed to go to mr higuruma’s class at 10 but always found it a waste of time as he spends half of it giving a brief summary of what’s been taught over the last couple weeks or going through the previous test.
looking back on it now, maybe attending his friday morning class would’ve helped you out. but what’s the point in listening to the same shit you’ve already heard? if it didn’t go in the first time, it won’t go in again.
but it dawns on you that its mr higuruma’s class.
choso is there.
and you really need to get laid soon.
all that learning from yesterday has got your brain backed up and satisfying yourself won’t do it for you, not when the possibility of banging hot-emo-boy is dangling over your head.
putting on something from the clothes pile on your bedroom floor, you rush out.
you get there 10 minutes late, standing at the top of the stairs trying to locate those two buns, but you can’t spot them anywhere.
disappointed, you take your usual seat at the back corner and zone out.
-
as students begin flocking out, you recognise a familiar face make his way up the steps, except there’s something different about him.
his hair is down, sitting right above his collarbones and it frames his face perfectly, even when he notices you staring you don’t look away, imagining what it would be like to pull on it.
“you alright?”
“i-i didn’t think you were here, i would have sat next to you for a change.” you shamelessly let your eyes run up and down his body.
“oh, sorry. i don’t usually wear my hair down like this but—“
“you should.” you cut him off.
“oh, uh..” you can see how he’s avoiding eye contact.
“y’look handsome cho.”
his whole face has changed colour now and he cant seem to find anything to say back.
“anyways, about the tutoring stuff, i have some really important family stuff all day tomorrow until late, so how about you come by mine at like 8?”
you had nothing of the sort but he didn’t know that.
“uhm, what about sun—“
“busy again all daayy, ill text you the details mkay?” you rush out of the room before he has the chance to shut you down again.
-
you’ve shaved your whole body.
you’ve used the expensive shampoo.
you’ve put on the shortest, laciest pajama’s.
even lit a candle.
its now 8:00 on the dot and your practicing how to open the door for him in your mirror when you hear a knock.
for some reason, it makes you feel all tingly, you’ve done this before so why are you getting so nervous now? your palm is sweaty as you unlock the door and let him in.
you both look one another up and down, he’s focused on how that lacy tank leaves nothing to the imagination, not with your nipples poking through the thin fabric.
his hair is down again, you wonder if that was intentional.
“come in, i’m getting cold.” you cross your arms over your chest.
he steps in the door and you lead him to your room, sitting cross legged on the bed. he stops and looks around the room, eyes darting from the desk to the candle, to the floor.
“are you nervous cho?” your voice is sensual and it only makes him more nervous.
“no—no just uh, not sure where to sit.” he stammers out.
“beside me, of course.”
“yeah. right. so we’ll start with—“
“are you a virgin?”
his entire body locks up at your question, and all he does is let out a few ‘uhh’s and ‘umm’s, like he’s processing aloud.
“it’s okay if you are. do you like it?”
“do i- do i like being a..virgin?”
“mhm.” you wait for him to answer, he can’t meet your gaze and a million thoughts seem to be running through his head.
“i guess not..” he admits.
you scoot closer to him, “since you’re helping me out, i should return the favour. are you alright with that?”
“yeeah.” his voice cracks and he gulps, his adams apple bobbing.
you shift so that your thighs now bracket his, sitting on top of him, only to find that he’s already painfully hard, you swear you can feel it throb under you even through his sweats.
you tuck his hair behind his ears,
“you look so pretty like this.”
“pretty?”
“yes, pretty. maybe i’ll call you pretty boy instead of cho?” you tilt your head, watching your finger slide from behind his ear down to his neck.
“cho is fine. i like cho.” he chokes on his words slightly, the pressure you apply with your finger is feather-light, but to him it feels ten times heavier.
you lean in and press a kiss to his lips, then press down on his pulse point with your finger, causing him to gasp and allowing you to slip your tongue in.
his lips are soft and his tongue moves in slow kitten licks with yours, he’s resting his hands at his sides so you grab his hands and guide them to your tits.
breaking the kiss, not even an inch from his face you whisper, “play with ‘em cho.” and go straight back in.
he’s hesitant at first, light squeezes, but as you deepen the kiss he begins to knead them in his hands.
his hips buck unintentionally with every movement of yours, you take it as a sign to start grinding down on his dick, you can’t tell if it’s his pre thats leaked through the sweats or your own arousal thats got your panties all damp. probably both.
hands tangled in his hair, you drag your clothed pussy along the tent in his pants, eliciting a noise that’s somewhere in between a groan and a whimper from him.
one of his hands cup your jaw to tear you from his lips so he can speak,
“s-slow down..”
his words only make you grind down harder on him, he bites down on his bottom lip to muffle whatever sound was about to come out.
you move down to the nape of his neck, kissing, licking, biting. every single one of your actions make it harder and harder for him.
“haah..please—“ he doesn’t even know what he’s begging for, all capabilities of forming a coherent thought went out the window the second you asked if he was still a virgin.
as your hips continue to move languidly, you feel an excessive amount of warmth below you, pulling back only to find that choso’s made a mess of his pants.
“sorry it just felt so good..a-and i did tell you to slow down..” he says sheepishly.
there’s a shit eating grin on your face now, “well, i’m not done with you.”
you scoot back more so you can slightly pull down his pants, turns out what they say about the quiet ones is true. “i’ll just have to clean your mess for you.” you hold his shaft and press your lips onto it. “wait! i-im still sens—“ you swirl your tongue around to suck up the cum beaded at the tip. “—oh god.”
dragging your tongue from tip to base all over his dick as you maintain eye contact earns you more whines from him, his sounds making you press your thighs together, trying to find any sort of relief.
“please—i can’t, i want to be inside you, please.”
thankfully your ‘cleanup’ has got him rock hard again in less than a minute.
he’s also unbearably hot, in more ways than one scrambling to get his shirt that’s now drenched in sweat off.
in turn, you take off your pajama shirt and those tiny shorts with a large wet splotch on them, discarding them somewhere in your room.
the way he raises to his knees to loom over you causes your body to retreat unknowingly, you’re now on your back, elbows bent to prop up the top half of you as he settles in between your legs.
grabbing his dick at the base, he slides it up and down through your folds, the veins rub your clit in just the right way and your arousal coats his shaft.
he lines his tip up with your entrance and pushes in, your breath’s hitching in sync as the pink head is swallowed up by your pussy.
“so warm..so much better than..mmph..” he’s glad his own moan cut his sentence short.
your legs wrap around his back as more of his thick inches enter you and he’s gripping your thighs with the same strength that your cunt grips his cock.
“cho i need more—i want all of it.”
you whine, bucking your hips upwards in hopes that he’ll fill you more.
trying to please you, he knocks the rest of him up into you in one mean thrust that steals the air from your lungs.
“aah SHIT!” you cry out, you swear you can feel him in your stomach with how deep he is.
he throws his head back in pleasure and whimpers, “tiight..! haah, so tight..”
he slips out of you almost all the way and slams back in to feel your pussy suck him in again before rocking his hips back and forth.
his thrusts have found a steady rhythm, every second one hits that spot inside you that winds you closer and closer to the edge, but it’s still not enough.
you roll your nipple with your thumb, and choso quickly catches on, releasing one of your thighs from his grip and grabbing ahold of your other breast, mimicking your movements while his dick throbs inside you, every ridge and vein dragging along your walls perfectly.
“i don’t—ngh, know how much longer i ca-an last..” an expression of both pain and pleasure adorns his face and his skin glistens with sweat.
“i’m almost there cho, just—just keep..ngh! going..” the sensation of his fat cockhead pressing up against your g spot combined with your nipples being played with has you teetering over the edge.
and now he’s going even faster, chasing his own release or yours you can’t tell. but he’s set an almost animalistic pace and the wet sloshing noises coming from your pussy get more obnoxious with every single movement.
“yes, fuck choso likethatlikethatlikethaaat!!” you moan, feeling yourself reach your peak, the waves of pleasure washing over you as your pussy spasms around his dick, legs shaking and your mouth stuck in an ‘o’.
he cums seconds after you, spilling his hot load into your cunt at the sight of your orgasm, whimpering and whining your name as he shoots more and more out.
trying to catch his breath, his body seems to go limp and he collapses on top of you, you almost think he passed out.
would’ve been a great story to tell at parties, but choso’s head is buried in your chest and you can feel the flutter of his eyelashes against your left tit.
“fuck, cho. get me over a 70 in his class and i’ll ride your face next.”
“and if you get an 80?” he croaks out.
“i’ll make you my boyfriend.” you chuckle.
“i’ll get you a 90.”