❥ ── Requested plot! ; Straight-A student. Drug-dealer Choso and now friend. Catching feelings she definitely shouldn’t—especially for him. 18+
❥ ── Content; NSFW/MNDI • romantic tension. • messy intimacy. • smoking / weed. • post-orgasm cuddling. • soft praise + teasing. • slow burn. • playful touches. • breathless / messy. • mutual desire. • lingering kisses. • closeness / cuddling. • vulnerability. • whispered words. • synchronized breathing. • tender aftercare. • flustered / shy moans. • affectionate teasing. • post-climax intimacy • modern au • straight A student
❥ ── an; since this is my FIRST EVERRR request, I made it a bit longer than my usual short fic. Gosh, I hope you enjoy, my love! I suggest listening to Rihanna’s “James Joint” to really immerse yourself.( It's what I had on lmao)
“Gosh Cho’—” You wave your pretty, tailored hands—freshly pedicured nails flashing—as Choso blows another slow puff of weed from his mouth, the smoke curling lazily through his bedroom. You’ve been coming here for about half a school year now… long enough for you to know your way around his house.
“What, princess?” he murmurs. “Still don’t like it, hm?”
You glance over at him, legs stockings draped over his lap as you lean back against the bedroom wall, the mattress dipping beneath you two. His tank top rides up just enough to expose his midriff, and your eyes betray you—flicking briefly to the sharp V-line and faint happy trail before you snap your attention back to the posters on his wall.
“Ughh noo —it just smells so strong, you know?” You lul your words as you look back down at the text book you was reading for class, you already have a staight A in.
He doesn’t answer right away. Instead, his large hand settles on your thigh over your skirt—making sure, of course, that he’s not actually touching skin or your tight-covered thigh. Because he’s so damn respectful to you. Sweet and deliberate, like he’s testing whether you’ll pull away.
“Hereeeee,” he says quietly, voice low. “Take a puff with me, princess. You’d like it—trust me.”
And of course you do, somehow.
He tilts his head, giving you that sleepy, knowing grin—the one that makes your stomach twist. You don’t usually do drugs. You don’t even like them that much.
It makes saying no feel a lot harder than it should. “No no— I don’t do mess with that stuff cho’ ” you say as you messed around with the text book pages.
He takes the book gently closing it and placing it aside “Here—lemme’ make it easy on you. C’mere, princess.”
He sits up, hands warm at your waist as he gently pulls you closer, guiding you until you’re tucked into his lap, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.
“C’monnn, I’ve got this exam to study for—” you murmur, smiling shyly as you roll your eyes, though you don’t actually try to move away.
“Oh yeahh?, for a class you probably already acing now huh? Fuckin’ teachers pet.” He flashes his pretty smile that he only shows you to be honest.
You laugh a little, grinning more than you’d like. “My god, shut up, Cho’,” you say, hitting his stomach lightly—but your hand lingers there, resting against him. Shit… you can feel how fit he is underneath that tank.
Instead, his tatted hand lifts, fingers careful as they cup your jaw. Your breath catches—you think, just for a second, that he’s about to kiss you.
“Do ya’ lips like this, princess” he asks with small dry deep rumble coming from his throat, shaping his mouth into a small o, lips barely parted, placing his thumb on the bottom of your lip.
You can barely focus. He smells like weed—strong, unmistakable—but underneath it is something warm and clean, expensive cologne clinging to his skin. It surrounds you, mixes with the steady rise and fall of his chest next to you. His thumb lingers on your lip, as you obey subconsciously.
And somehow, that feels more intimate than a kiss, he sucks a sweet drag and he blows the puff into your lips.
“Shotgunning?” you think it’s called—you were never too familiar with smoking terminology. But you suckle the air into your lungs a little.
“Thas’ it, just like that… don’t be too hasty or you’ll cough princess.” His voice is so damn sweet and soft.
He’s so attentive to you, so he watches for a second, making sure you don’t choke up, as you breathe in the thick smoke and blow the exhaust back out. His red eyes and yours just lock for a second, making the air thick and filled with this reeling, intoxicating feeling.
“See—not so bad, is it…?” He teases you showing off his k-nines in a cocky grin.
You sit there, staring at him, zoned out a little.
“Uh…I—“ you stammer like a cute dumb idiot.
“I don’t want to fuck or be with a dealer… I don’t, I don’t, I don’t—.” You ramble on in your head after all that just occurred.
And you think back to how his fingers felt on your jaw and lip, and how his skin smelled and you stomach fills with flutters of butterflies.
Before you even realize it, you shove your lips into his. He’s caught by surprise, of course—but god, he’s been needing you from day one, as far as he’s concerned.
So before you know it, he helps snake you fully onto his lap, his hands squeezing and pulling at your waist, then sliding up to grip the back of your neck, fingers wrapping there, firm.
He breaks the kiss for a second—you think he’s just catching his breath. But while you’re huffing and puffing, it’s you. He was making sure you breathed. So. Fuckin’. Attentive.
“Y’re sure you want to?..” He almost sounds like he’s begging, even though he’s asking.
“Yes… please, Cho’… just keep—…”
But before you can finish, his lips are already lapping at yours as he leans back, pulling you down with him.
You can feel your cunt start tingling while you grind down on him, and holy shit… you can feel how hard he’s gotten from just kissing you.
Choso pushes your textbook full off the bed, making you laugh into the kiss.“Stupid book in my way…” Your fingers slink down, starting to undo his belt and pull his pants.
“Aha… so turned onnn, hm? Aren’t you, princess? Tryna take my pants off before I could…” he mocks. You silence him with a kiss, mumbling onto his lip, “Just shut up and fuck me, Cho’…”
He pauses abruptly, and you swear you can see something kindle in his eyes as he flips you onto your back. Quickly pulls his shirt off and helps you remove yours, sliding your tights down—but for this part, he slows, letting the moment stretch.
“You a virgin…?” he mumbles, slipping on a condom. Your stomach tightens at the sight of his tatted-up chest, the designs trailing down his rib cage as he leans over you.
“Yeah… but I want it to be…you…” you shyly answered him. So he just gives you that kind sweet smile as always.
“Awheee yeah?, god … you’re so sweet t’me princess.”
Peppering your neck with kisses, he slowly slips inside you cooing a little, hushing your moans.
“Shhhh, shhhh… I’mma go slow, don’t worry…” he murmurs as he starts thrusting his cock into you. God, every fucking movement is so… meditated? Thoughtful? You don’t know, because each flicker of pain slowly melts into messy, needy cunt. “Mmmphh— Chosooo… yessss… yes…—”.
And your whimpers only make him groan into the crook of your neck, trying to be sure his roommates couldn’t hear.
“Did you know how badly I’ve wanted to—…” He bites his bottom lip.
“Nnnphhh… shhhit…” his moans breaking off.
He snaps his hips back in a more paced, brain-numbing rhythm, his cock sinking deep into your wet, dewy cunt.
“You’re sooo pretty… and so smart…” he groans and whines like a little puppy. “It’s so sexyyy… how smart you are, princess…” He slips his tongue along your neck, leaving bites and kisses in his wake.
“Sososos smart….” Conjoined with “sososo pretty….”
This alone makes you tighten up around him,mewl softly, “nngh! Ch-Cho… I’m gonna cum soon…”
He lifts his head to look into your eyes, half-lidded and still red, as he places quick, sloppy kisses. “Cum with me… please, cum with me…” he begs you and as usual how could you say no to him?
The sounds of your cunt squelching and the slap of your skin meeting his fill the air as you break, orgasming around him—and he finishes right alongside you.
To muffle your moans, he presses his mouth to yours, moaning with you in the kiss. Your gasps and breaths match, rising and falling together, tangled and messy.
And as soon as he slips out, he quickly cleans you both up with a nearby towel. Like it’s second nature to him, he tucks you next to him as you both lie on his bed.
“Thank you so much… for just letting me have you… I know I’m not even close to what you deserve… or…”
He rambles, putting himself down a little.
“Shhh, no, no… I don’t even care about that right now…” you reassure him, placing a kiss on his jaw.
But that right now lingers… because fuck, he’s a drug dealer and you’re, well, a perfect daughter? and student?. You’re never the type to do drugs or get in trouble… but maybe… for him?
God what an ironic and imperfectly perfect pair you two would make.
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