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𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐓 | 008 DADDY !

( IN WHICH ) ↳ the shyest girl in school catches the attention of a friendly hockey player, choso kamo. but what happens when their hasty new relationship swivels into drunken obsessions, intimidating requests, and pure toxicity? ˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

hockey player choso kamo x shy fem!reader.

chapter eight. / masterlist for other chapters.

THE ENTIRE TEAM poured into the house from the front door, all talking at once about how the practice game went and how they planned to celebrate tonight with another party. Red cups, booze, and girls. It was Saturday and all the decorations from the night before were still up after all, nobody seemed to have any objections. Not to even mention, it was Halloween week.

Everyone seemed thrilled.

Everyone but Choso.

He seemed to only have one thought running through his head whilst entering the house, his headphones covering his head, a deep sigh disrupting the rigged lines of his complexion. And even through the loud music drumming in his ears, he still found it hard to not think about this single thought. This single thought that wouldn't stop invading his mind, his ability to concentrate.

The thought of eating you out.

The idea itself made him grunt, and the moment coach blew the whistle indicating practice had ended, it was the only thing he could process the entire way home. Choso swallowed hard, his adam's apple bobbing nervously. He wanted to taste you. Make you feel good—-and it seemed like a blessing to even think about, but the known fact you weren't his yet, only made him ache further.

It felt like a guilty pleasure, wanting you that is.

Choso would be selfish—-just this once though, because he frightfully needed you. His own subjective drug. Something nothing or anyone could ever resemble. Choso would go as far to say you made him feel higher than any of the drugs he dealt, by tenfold even. His gaze remained indifferent, all as he immediately made it for his room. Quickly trudging up the stairs, the thuds of his steps aligned with his impending heartbeat.

His pants felt tight, and Choso swore his voice would tremble in desperation if he were to speak up. The moment he reached his door, he didn't hesitate to open it.

His stomach churned with anxiety, and more than anything, he hoped that you were still there. Waiting in bed for him prettily in his t-shirt, your hands in between your thighs. He pushed himself inside the negligibly dark room, his eyes trailing around.

... Eventually landing on you.

Choso already felt rosy in the presence of you.

You were sitting on his bed, crawled up in a ball with your eyes glued to your phone, your back facing the door. Choso swallowed hard, his low eyes traveling down lower. You were wrapped up in blankets, leaving it all up to his imagination.

He slowly made his way over to his desk, shutting the door behind him with the kick of his heel. Choso met his desk chair to hang his bag up on the back of it. "Hey." He mumbled, still not glancing your way. "Haven't gotten in any trouble, have you?"

"Unfortunately not." You sighed softly, clicking off your phone to shift around your other side, fully facing Choso. "Had a run-in with Sukuna though, that was... Interesting."

"What?" Choso flatly mumbled before fully turning around, eyes squinting and expression narrowing. "Is that why Sukuna was late to practice? Were you two—"

"God, no!" You frowned, propping yourself up scarcely. "No, Choso. We didn't do what you think we did. It was actually pretty awkward, if you must know." You paused, your lips pressing into a thin line. "Why do you even care anyways?"

Choso didn't answer for a long moment, only silently unzipping his backpack to grab his phone from the confines of it. Once Choso got ahold of it, he pulled his chair from the desk to sit down. You hated how nonchalant he was acting.

"You're in my bed right now, are you not?" He droned. "That alone gives me enough reason to care."

"You're not my dad."

He groaned, lowering his head onto the desk.

"What?" You cooed playfully, yet still somewhat annoyed. "Are you jealous, Daddy?" You found yourself smiling at the silly nickname, your tone filled with nothing but sarcasm.

Had you known the effect it was having on Choso, you would've never called him it to begin with.

"Don't call me Daddy." He mumbled. "And stop talking to Sukuna."

You raised a brow at his words, confusion crossing your every soft feature. You were a little thrown off guard, left wondering what Choso really felt for you.

Was he jealous?

You couldn't help but slyly smile.

"Oh? Who knew you could get so jealous, Daddy." You taunted, giggling. "Just admit it! You want me all to yourself. Or is there more to it? Do you genuinely like me?"

He only sighed as a response. "Stop it." His voice was a warning in itself. "You don't know what you're doing right now."

You were tapping a glass that was about to spill—your sweet, teasing words only pushing his cock to throb harder for you. Choso almost found it cute that you had no clue you were playing with fire.

Almost.

"Awh. But I do?" You giggled, melting into the covers a little. "You're really bad at hiding how you feel, you know?"

"Y/n," His voice was breathy, frantic even. The tone of which he spoke—-the words he decided to say—-it made you utterly halt. "I'm not trying to hide it. You're just so..." He paused for a mere moment.

"Im so what?" You hesitantly urged him to continue.

"You're everything I could ever want." He grumbled. "Look... There hasn't been a single moment this morning, where I haven't thought about you."

Your eyes widened beneath your glasses and you felt your lower abdomen heat with flames. He still had his back turned to you, but more than anything, you just wanted him to look at you. Say these things while looking you in the eyes.

You swallowed hard, setting yourself up just a little more. "... Thought about me... In what way?"

"In every way. Every way you could think of." He mumbled. Choso lifted his head a little, though still didn't turn to glance at you. "You... Make me feel like I want to be touched, yet you also make me want to touch you." He sighed shakily. "You're driving me crazy, Y/n."

His words went straight to your lower stomach, heating up your with body every renewing thud of your heart. You swallowed down your anxieties before slowly pushing yourself out of bed.

"Im... Not sure I understand." You whispered softly, the moment you reached him you leaned down, your hands firmly set on his shoulder, turning him in the chair to look at you. "... Explain a little more."

"I thought you were brighter than this." He spoke flatly. "You're a smart girl, yeah?"

"Highest honors."

Finally, after what felt like an eternity of waiting, Choso willingly turned to glance at you, his eyes lowering as he drank in the view of your body.

And then without warning, Choso suddenly grabbed your wrist and forced you to sit against his lap.

In an instant, you felt his aching boner poking you from the below. He moved to place his mouth against your ear, his chin resting on the crook of his shoulder.

"It's better to learn things through physical touch. I don't mind explaining with my body, Princess." He mumbled, forcing his bulge to press against your plush ass. "Fuck. I ache for you, Y/n. Don't you understand?"

No, but you could feel it. And if you told yourself you weren't enjoying the sensuality of it all, you knew you'd be lying to yourself. Your breath hitched, and your hips jerked lightly. You didn't know what to say—-how to reply.

"Uhm..." You were choking over your own words now.

Choso just had that effect on you.

"Y/n," He mumbled, leaning his hand down to cup your inner thigh. All before he pressed a gentle kiss to the sensitive skin of your neck, your back still flushed in his chest. "Would you ride my face?"

"What? Choso, I-I have to tutor the team—-"

"They can wait." He mumbled lowly, right against your ear. "My boner can't, so please. Let me eat—-"

"Choso!" You huffed out, sending him an embarrassed glare. "P-Pipe down..."

"God," He glared, pushing you down a little more onto his bulge. "Don't say that word."

"Pipe?" You mumbled through a laugh. You watched as Choso groaned, his cheeks dusting into a light pink. Was he being serious right now? "You're unbelievable."

He sighed shakily, his hands sliding up your body to grope one of your tits through the thin t-shirt of Choso's that you were wearing. "I know." He shamelessly admitted, his other hand moving a little further up your inner thigh. It wasn't until his hand had slipped under the hem of the sweats you were wearing that you felt your body succumbing to the appeal of Choso. "Baby... Please? For Daddy?"

He had asked once more, his voice desperate and shaky. You chewed on your bottom lip, your eyes lowering.

Shoko would be here any minute, as she insisted on helping you out with tutoring. Were they already waiting for you downstairs? The entire hockey team?

You swallowed hard. Your eyes closed for a small moment.

"You have... Ten minutes." You warned. "Ten minutes, Choso."

WELL OVER TEN minutes had passed with Choso's face buried in between your thighs, his eyes hooded—-utterly love-sick—-all as he made sure to never stop attacking your puffy clit with the lav of his tongue. A mixture of his salvia and your essence dripped down your thighs, soaking half of his face, even soaking down onto the sheets of his bed. He was the least bit bothered though.

Not when you tasted so delicious—-so warm. You feel the tips of his nails press indents into your hips, forcing your pussy to grind against his mouth. You squirmed—-eyes wide and body sensitive.

Choso grunted, his grip on your outer thighs tightened as he forced you to rub against his face, your clit brushing against his nose with every sway. Your body felt hot and you swore you were going to shrivel up and burn away any moment. It felt so wrong to like where his tongue was trickling, so naughty, and yet you still caved.

How long has it been? Twenty minutes? Thirty? You were too lost in the feeling of his tongue, squirming gently as you sat completely on top of his face.

"C-Choso—-n-not there—-ah!" Your back suddenly arched the moment he slipped his tongue into your wet entrance, pushing in deep as he softly slurped away at your slick juices. "F-Fuck."

He smirked, your pussy buried against his tongue. You placed your hands on his chest, lowering your head with breathless pants. Your hips had a mind of their own, softly swaying against his face heatedly.

Your lashes batted lightly beneath the lenses of your glasses as you continued to grind against the blissful slick of his tongue, the idea of creating a mess and worrying over it faltering to render through your senses. "Choso," You gasped out, hips twitching. "Please... Shit, Daddy, p-please."

He groaned feeling your body spasm on top of him, your juices leak down his face, and your walls pulsate around the dampness of his tongue. "Let it out, Baby." He cooed, still lapping away at your messy folds. "Cum on my face... Such a smart girl. Cum for Daddy." His tone was almost mocking.

Your eyes rolled back, and your hips began to twitch. Every part of your body felt prudent under the impression of his lingering flicker. Your eyes fluttered open narrowly, jaw hung slack with delicate moans pampering the sex-induced air.

A mere feet from you, you lifted your gaze and you couldn't help but drink in the view of Choso's aching cock straining through his sweats. The sweats he had changed into just before you two began.

You chewed on your bottom lip, small tears swelling in your eyes as Choso wouldn't stop abusing your clit with the tip of his tongue, purposefully flicking the lav of his mouth at a teasing pace.

"I want you so badly," He gasped against your folds. "You're mine."

You were too drunken on pure euphoria to take his declaration seriously.

Choso was dead serious though.

His possessive words only sent a shock straight down your spine, and you find it hard to control yourself any longer. Leaning down with pinched brows, it was an ease to pull down his trousers, exposing his hard-on—-dripping with pre-cum, his tip red and length twitching.

"A-Angel—-" He choked out a gasp against your folds, though before Choso could protest any more, you had already learned down taking him fully into your mouth.

Your nose pressed hard against his pelvis, cutting off any airway for you to breathe as you gagged softly on his cock. Beneath the weight of your trembling body, you felt Choso grunt, thrusting his hips up a little more to push himself deeper into your throat.

You whined with him stuffed down your mouth, eyes rolling back at the feeling. You began renewing the actions, softly bobbing your head up and down as he, too, continued to lap away at your folds.

Choso felt your moany voice against his cock causing him to groan against your messy folds. The feeling was hot, undoubtedly the hottest moment in his entire life.

"Such a slut," He nibbled on your clit lightly causing you to quickly pull away from his cock, mouth wide open and eyes fluttering at the feeling. Spit dribbled down your chin, a mess in the making on his end. "My secret slut." He cooed before diving back in, slipping in tongue into the entrance of your hole, not showing any signs of slowing his pace.

"Y-Your slut, C-Choso—-" There it was again, the familiar stutter of your hips that Choso enjoyed. You were close, unable to control your voice. You no longer had the strength to keep up with your common sense, mindlessly babbling out whines. "Fuck, fuck, fuck—-"

"Do it, Princess." He encouraged, roughly grabbing your thighs as he moved all his attention onto your clit. "Cum for me one more time."

Your phone buzzed repeatedly on the nightstand, messages flooding in from Shoko about how she'd arrived some time ago, and could hear your moaning from downstairs. You were too caught up in your own world though, the idea of Choso Kamo buried in between your thighs. Lost between the slurping noises from below, you let go completely, giving Choso your everything as he dragged your hips across his mouth, your juices dripping down and soaking the sheets further.

Choso Kamo already felt infatuated before, obsessed with the idea of having a girl like you. A girl who'd he'd be able to spoil—-do anything for.

A girl who also happened to be slutty. Just as much as him. He had so much planned for you already—-buying you a pretty necklace with his name hanging loosely, the charm between your pretty tits. Surely he'd reserve a collar for you during the night—-which would also have his name plastered on it.

He knew he couldn't scare you off.

He'd take this slow. He'd take you slowly.

So now as you cummed all over his face one last time, helplessly clasping his cock as you squeaked, Choso Kamo knew for certain you'd forever and always be his perfect, secret slut.

He found your pleasure like adrenaline, the idea that he even got this chance could make him cum untouched. "That's it," He mumbled, licking away at the mess. "Don't be shy."

Choso could only think one obsessive—-even deranged thought during the moment.

You were never, ever going to leave him.

taglist.

tags. @missgab @cuti3patooti8 @sunnydays-funnydays @vixionix @funicidals @bry11p @jxssenia @aydene @esposadomd

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