pause your game

content: 18+ mdni! choso kamo x fem reader, modern au, streamer choso, established relationship, smut with a little plot, soft dom-ish choso, reader is a horny brat, sex with an audience (they dont realize it though), unprotected p in v, backshots, riding, creampie

eli’s notes: another repost from my old blog, choso would be like corpse husband fr if he was a streamer HEHE enjoy all 1.7k of this and check out my favorite artist pls, @/einruji__ my fucking beloved (a fellow choso stan like me)

choso had promised you he wouldn’t stream for more than three hours, but the sun dipped past the windowsill and he was still at it, one hand wrapped lazily around a controller, eyes half-lidded, voice low as he narrated some melancholy side quest in the latest story-heavy game his viewers had voted on.

he wasn’t a loud streamer, thankfully. he never had been but people flocked to his lives for the exact reason you had fallen for him. he was quiet, genuine, and his voice always felt like velvet under the skin, especially when he got immersed.

you’re curled on the bed behind him, scrolling on your phone at first, but something about the way he was talking genuinely had you worked up.

it was more breath than words, murmuring lines like, “damn. that’s…kinda fucked up,” as the main character he was playing watched a beloved npc die—was slowly starting to curl heat low in your belly.

you shift under the blanket, pressing your thighs together, already a little impatient from how long he’d been focused on the screen.

his back was straight, his headset settled over his ears, keeping him far too in sync with the game and not nearly enough with you. he had his attention locked on the monitor, and even though his hair was down—the way you liked—it still frustrated you to watch him be so focused on anything but you. especially when you had been waiting for two days now for him to stop being “on schedule” with his stream grind and just to simply touch you.

you’ve waited patiently. you even brought him snacks earlier, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered that you were bored. he just hummed and said, “ten more minutes, baby,” and that was 30 minutes ago.

you know this rhythm by now—ten minutes becomes one more boss fight, one more cutscene, one more stretch of game. and now he’s at that point in the stream where he’s quiet, laser-focused, completely unaware of the fact that you’re slipping off the bed and walking over to him.

with a stretch and a soft sigh, you got up and padded toward him, sliding your arms around his shoulders from behind, peeling back one side of his headset and pressing your lips right next to his ear.

“cho,” you whisper, low and sweet, “pause the game for a second, yeah?”