Treading your fingers through his raven hair, a smile played on your lips. "Your hair is so soft, 'cho," you note, your lover leaning in to your touch. "Thanks baby," he smiled, switching off his phone, a contented sigh leaving his lips as your finger grazed his scalp.
Throwing your phone to the side, you sighed, bored. On the floor beside the couch sat your boyfriend Choso, immersed in a tiktok he was watching, his hair messy.
"Can I braid your hair, baby?" You asked, twirling a strand of his hair.
Choso nodded quickly. "Anything yoh want, doll."
With a grin, you sat cross legged on the couch, your focus entirely on your boyfriend now. Combing his hair with your fingers, you took a small section of his hair, playing with it before you got up, rushing back in with all your hair accessories and some makeup.
"Makeover time," you grinned at your boyfriend who just shook his head in amusement. "Go ahead, love."
Climbing into his lap, you began to comb his hair back while his large palms held you steady. Focused, you carved a star on the side of his hair with a pointed brush, tying the base with black elastic.
Choso eyes observed you intently, a small smile ever present on his lips. Your face flushed as you felt his gaze on you. "I can't work if you keep looking at me like that, cho," you muttered quietly.
"Can't help it, pretty," laughed your boyfriend. "You're just too cute when you're focused."
"Cheesy," you say, rolling your eyes playfully.
Focusing back on the task at hand, you clip his hair back for the time being, staring with his makeup. Applying some moisturizer, you skipped the foundation, going straight for the eyes. "Keep them closed or I might poke your eyes," you warn and he listens obediently, letting you do your work, his eyed closed but his hand still on your side.
Blending some nude base on his eyes lids, you lined his eyes with some black khol, bleeding it carefully with your fingers. Working up some black eyeshadow on a brush, you lined his upper and lower lash line, blending it out to make it look seamless.
"I think you'll be okay without mascara," you noted, leaning back to admire your work. "Your lashes are naturally long."
"You think so baby?" He smiled. "Yeah! And I think it's unfair," you say crossing your arms over your chest. "Not my fault," your boyfriend said quickly making you giggle.
"Some blush... and lining your lips," you said quietly, applying some lipstick and gloss on his lips. "And makeup all done!"
"Can i see?"
"Not yet, baby. Let me finish with yoru hair then you can."
Climbing off his lap, which ended in your boyfriend pouting his glossed lip, you made his usual bun, fixing it with some gel.
"Done!" You exclaimed, taking a picture before handing the phone to Choso.
He started at the picture for a while, his mouth hung open. "I look really good...?" His words came out more like a question than a statement.
"Mhm! You always do, baby!" You said cheerily "But makeup makes you look extra fabulous."
Choso pulled you down into his lap, kissing you deeply before you pushed him off of you. "Cho! Your makeup!" You exclaimed, his lip combo now rubbed off on your lips too.
"Oops, sorry baby," he said sheepisly. "As an apology, how about we match our makeup and go into for a nice date downtown?"
Your eyes lit up at the suggestion, bouncing in his lap with joy. "You're willing to go out in public with makeup on?"
Choso's brows knitted in confusion. "Why wouldn't I baby?"
"I don't know," you shrugged. "Most men wouldn't do that."
"Well, unlike most men, I do love my girlfriend very much and I'd like to show off her magnificent makeup skills to everyone." He said as if confounded how men don't seem to do that.
summary: you and your friends were enjoying a well-deserved night out at the club. you weren't planning on entertaining any men tonight, until one particularly quiet one had you rethinking that decision. how could you stay away? he was the only one who could keep his mouth shut out of his group of friends.
content warning: reserved! choso, outgoing! reader, reader makes the first move (girlboss), tipsy makeout session, slight groping in public, drunk sex (both of you are drunk dw), oral sex (f receiving), handjob, p in v sex, sweet missionary :p
word count: 2.3k
alex's thoughts: this is a repost from my main acc @mast3rbait3r !!
the neon lights were as bright as they needed to be, accompanied by the booming bass of the speakers. mix in a little bit of alcohol, and you've got the combination that makes for a perfect night. which is exactly why you're dancing like nobody's watching, right in the middle of your friend group. you're all having a great time, singing and dancing to your heart's content. it was all going well until a group of guys felt bold enough to approach you.
"looking good, pretty ladies. mind if we join you?"
one with white hair pipes up, a smug grin on his face. a few of you exchange glances, sizing up the group of men. you shrug, followed by everyone else. why the hell not? so they join you, and most of them flock to your friends, which you were fine with. you didn't mind them being there, but you weren't fine with any of them trying to touch you. as long as your friends were comfortable, you didn't care what happened. you glance over at the bar, considering getting yourself another drink.
that's when you see him, his hair was about shoulder-length. there was a thin line of mascara surrounding his eyes, making the dark brown shade pop even in such dim lighting. he was gorgeous to say the least, though you're sure your friends might disagree. you definitely didn't have the same type in men as them. you couldn't stand the type of men who look like they peaked in their fraternity days in college. but this one at the bar, he felt different even from all the way on the other side of the bar. maybe finding a new 'friend' tonight wasn't a bad idea after all.
you tell one of your friends where you're going, and head over to the bar. you notice that the guy you were watching earlier is now watching you as you approach. when he sees that you're heading in his direction, he turns his head and watches his drink. you casually slip into the stool next to him, ordering yourself a lemon drop (hey ateez). you glance over at him, noticing the light blush on his face. so he was a shy one, huh? just the type you were looking for. you take a small sip of your drink, noticing his empty glass.
"can i get you another?"
you look over at him with a soft smile. he turns to you, offering a small one in return. he nods, muttering a short 'thanks' as you flag down the bartender. you let him order for himself, admiring the way his voice was gentle and kind. probably would sound really nice in bed- you check yourself, blaming the alcohol for letting your mind slip. you see that he has his drink now, so you raise your glass to his. he blinks, raising his and you both do a silent cheers.
"those your friends that approached mine over there?"
you ask him curiously, glancing back over to your friends and his who were all just mingling on the floor.
"yeah... i just let them do their thing."
you nod in understanding. sometimes you were the same way, not always wanting to be among the sweaty bodies and just wanting to enjoy a few drinks instead.
"hope i'm not interrupting your thing, then... what's your name?"
you chuckle softly, gaze roaming over the silver rings adorning his fingers. he shakes his head with a soft smile.
"i'm choso and uhh... honestly i was hoping you would-"
he seems to cut himself off, shocked by his own lack of filter. you smile at him, telling him your own name since he didn't get to ask while taking a mental note of how cute he looked when he embarrassed himself like that. you step off your stool, standing next to him. the alcohol makes your bravery double, and he takes it better than you expected. you smirk when you feel a gentle hand now resting on the side of your waist. it was hesitant, but it tightens when he feels you lean into him.
"you're a sweetheart, aren't you?"
you smile down at him, a hand running through his hair. you swear you can almost hear him groan in pleasure at your touch. you reach for his drink, simultaneously tilting his head back as you touch the glass to his lips. his eyes are on you the whole time, drinking up all the liquid you pour into his mouth. you couldn't get enough of him, the way he gave into you so easily despite being so shy earlier.
"can- can we go somewhere else?"
he asks shyly, looking up at you through his lashes. you brush a stray piece of hair out of his face, smirking down at him.
"yeah... where are we going?"
"i have my own apartment."
you nod slowly, reaching for his hand as he stands up. you chuckle when you realize that he's a bit taller than you. he walks you outside, pulling out his phone to book a ride. you sit together at a bench, your head resting on his shoulder. his hand rests on your thigh protectively, which made the warmth in your lower belly get stronger. you look over at him, only to find him already looking at you. your breath hitches before you lean in and press your lips to his. he gasps against your lips, pulling you in close as his arm slides around your waist. your hands cup his face, you look both ways before straddling his lap.
"what are you-"
you cut him off with another kiss, feeling his warm hands resting on your waist. he moans into your mouth, both of you a bit too drunk to care about what anyone else could see or hear. you slide your tongue into his mouth, feeling the bulge in his jeans press against your clothed center. you grind your hips against him, making him whine softly in your ear.
"you sound so pretty..."
you coo, your hands running down his arms. you hear a car approaching somewhere nearby, so you climb off his lap and stand up. he joins you, ignoring the pang of disappointment when he doesn't feel your weight on him anymore. you greet the uber, climbing into the backseat. you rest against him, watching as the city lights go by out the window. you smirk, getting an evil idea in your head, which he seems to pick up on because he tenses beside you.
your fingers ghost over the bulge in his pants and he sucks in a sharp breath. he looks out the window, trying his best to not seem suspicious. his hips are just slightly pushing against your hand, desperate for any friction. you smirk at him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek which only made it worse for him.
"keep it together... we're almost there."
you smirk against his cheek before sitting back in your seat. he nods slowly, frowning when you pull your hand back from him and rest it in your own lap. he takes your hand back, just holding it gently in his own. once you get to his apartment, you stumble slightly getting out of the car. he catches your arm, his expression now concerned and you swear your heart melts at the sight.
"you're so cute..."
you giggle, leaning against him as he helps you walk up the stairs. once you get into his apartment, he locks the door and leads you straight to his room. he flicks on the bedside lamp, helping you sit on the edge of the bed. he crouches down, helping you remove your shoes without even having to be asked. you run a hand through his hair, watching him already falling apart at your touch.
"such a good boy..."
his breath hitches as he looks up at you. he leans into your touch, pressing a kiss to your palm as it rests against his cheek. he moves closer, resting his chin on your lap. you swear you could have came from that sight alone. you part your legs for him and his cheeks tint an even darker shade of red. his hands run over your soft thighs, pressing little kisses along the inside of them. you shiver at the feeling of his warm lips on your skin.
"you're gorgeous..."
he mumbles against your skin, glancing up at you as his hands reach up to the hem of your skirt. you nod and watch as he gently slips it down your legs and tosses it to the side. he sees the damp spot in your panties, his brain already feeling fuzzy. he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your clothed center. you shiver, your thighs clenching slightly around his head. he then finally slides your panties down your legs, whimpering when he sees how wet you were for him. he delves into your slick folds like a man starved, lapping at your juices with an enthusiasm you've never seen before.
your head falls back with a soft moan when you feel his nose nudging at your clit. he whines against your pussy while he continues to work at you with his notably skilled tongue. your hand is tangled in his soft hair, pulling his face closer into you. you can feel him moving against you, realizing that he's actively trying to rut against the fabric of his jeans to ease his achingly hard cock.
"let me help you..."
you whine softly, but he shakes his head, the sensation making you feel dizzy as your thighs clench around his head. his movements become more sloppy as he feels himself leaking more through his boxers. soon, you're clenching hard around nothing and covering his mouth and chin in your slick. he pulls back after you're spent, wiping your essence off of his face and licking the remainder of it from his fingers.
"never tasted anything that good before."
he mumbles breathlessly, eyes darkening when he notices that you're removing your top. you watch as he stands to his full height, the wet spot in jeans now right at eye-level with you.
"take them off."
you instruct him, to which he nods, undoing his belt and zipper before sliding the fabric down his legs. you see the mess he's made in his boxers and it takes all of your self restraint not to find a way to mount him right then and there. you reach out, your fingers running over the wet spot, causing him to twitch against you. you smirk up at him, watching the way he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth.
"you want me to touch you more?"
"please... it feels so good."
he whines quietly, eyes slamming shut when you yank down his boxers and start stroking his leaking cock. you revel in the sight of him, he was impressive in size to say the least. you stroke him from base to tip, swiping your thumb over the leaking slit just to make the action even more messy. he pathetically ruts into your hand, losing any sense of self-preservation he might have had left. sooner than he wanted to, he blows his load all over your hand with a loud moan. he watches as you bring your hand to your mouth and start teasingly lapping at his cum that was spread all over your fingers.
he can't take his eyes off you, feeling how his cock was still achingly hard. you see the want in his eyes, and you couldn't deny how badly you needed him too. he stands there, waiting for you to tell him what to do. so, you scoot back on the bed and motion for him to follow. he does so, climbing over top of you. you wrap your arms around him until his body is flush with yours. you yank his shirt over his head, your bare chests now rubbing against one another. you slam your lips against his, tongues tangling as you moan into each other's mouths.
you watch as he slides the condom on, feeling your entire body twitch in anticipation. he lines himself up with your entrance, sinking in slowly enough to where it doesn't sting too badly. you eventually relax around him and he starts to move inside of you. he starts with slow, languid movements with his forehead resting against yours. however, it doesn't take long before he starts to groan with impatience.
"go on, baby. take what you want."
you smirk up at him, and he doesn't hesitate to follow your orders. his moans become more frantic as he pistons his cock into you. you feel him spread your legs wider so he can go deeper. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let yourself be plowed into the soft mattress. your noises were making it really hard for him to hold back, already getting close to cumming yet again. he reaches down, rubbing your clit in furious circles with the hope that you'd be close too.
"gonna cum soon..."
he watches as your face contorts in pleasure, and he could tell that you were getting close too. he was starstruck by the way his own cock had rendered you speechless so easily.
"please, cum with me."
he pants, leaning down to where his head rested against your shoulder. his hips moved to a new angle that had you seeing stars as you cum around his cock like never before. your back arches violently off the bed as you cling onto him for dear life. he cums right after you, feeling the warm ropes shoot inside the condom. he doesn't stop until you're twitching from overstimulation. he rests beside you, his head on your chest as he allows the sound of your soft breaths to lull him into a light sleep. you hold him close, allowing yourself to just be for the moment and worry about cleaning up later.
plug!choso x f!reader
(slight age gap (?) –> choso is a 4th year, reader is 2nd year of college/university)
tw: drug (marijuana) use (smoking), smut, mdni!
[11:46pm]
| y/n: are u able to come by tn?
| choso: yeah. urgent?
| y/n: not really, just lmk when ur here
you toss your phone on your desk and sighed. you’re getting ready to go to a party tonight with your friends maki and nobara. you’re at your vanity, finishing off curling your hair after you did your makeup and got dressed. nobara and maki were chilling on your bed, probably doomscrolling.
“just texted choso, he’s gonna be here in a bit.” you say, focussing on the last strand.
“who’s choso again?” maki asks.
“that’s y/n’s hot plug. got the best weed on campus. heard through the grapevine that he usually never sells to others except his close circle.” nobara looks at you and wiggles her eyebrows with a smirk.
“so that means he’s interested in you?” maki questions. you rolled your eyes and turned off the curling iron, unknowingly you face was turning red, and it was definitely not the blush.
“he’s not, we just made a deal that he would sell some for me for the lows and i’ll give him notes from lectures. simple deal.”
“okayyyyy. whatever you say.” nobara drags. you hear a knock on your dorm room and you make your way to door, eyeing and signaling to nobara and maki to be quiet as you open the door to see choso leaning against the door frame. he smiles as soon as he sees your face.
“hey.” he says casually.
“hey. how are you?” you say. you quickly scan him, he’s looking real good nowadays. his hair down this time, a black fitted shirt that makes his muscles and broad shoulders look good, nice dark fitted bootcut jeans, his tall stature hovering over you.
“great, now that i get to see you.” you bite your lip, trying to fight back a smile.
“you’re cute. sooo you have it?”
“of course, for you.” he pulls out the pre-rolls he makes specifically for you, and hands them to you.
“special occasion?” he asks.
“eh, just going to a party with my friends.”
“gojo’s party?” he questions.
“oh! yeah actually. are you going too?”
“yeah i am actually.”
“oh! well that’s great, well my friends and i-.” you get cut off when nobara pops up behind you with maki.
“sorry to interrupt but maki and i will be going first, megumi needs uh, help with his outfit for tonight so we’rejustgonnaleaveyoutwofortonight! see ya later y/n!” nobara says quickly before dragging maki with her out of your dorm and leaving you and choso dumbfounded as you watch them disappear.
“nevermind i guess.” you mumbled.
choso stands there for a second before turning to you. “i mean why don’t you come with me? we’re going to the same place anyways.”
“sure! uh let me just get my purse ready, you can come in!” you let him in as you stood to the side while opening the door wider for him to enter. he enters and eyes your room, cute pink decorations with a small bed frame. pictures of you and your family and friends hung up against the wall. the small vanity desk and drawers.
“cute set up.” he mutters as you chuckle.
“not the best but it’ll do.” you say as you pack your necessities into your purse and checking yourself in the mirror.
“well should we pre-game a blunt before we go?” choso asks as he settles down on your small couch. he makes it look so small compared to his big frame. you think about it for second before giving in.
“actually, i’m down for that, just gotta make sure the window is open. can’t be stinking up the dorm before the RAs do their weekly check-ins.”
you open your window allowing the colder breeze to come in, you settle yourself down beside choso but since the couch was small (due to choso’s size) you were sitting more on the edge of the couch, making it quite uncomfortable.
“you can sit on my lap.” choso says as he sees your uncomfortable sitting position. your cheeks warm up slightly.
“you sure?”
“yeah, i don’t mind, since there isn’t enough space for me to adjust.”
“okay.”
you shifted yourself onto his lap as he adjusted his sitting position to be more straight up. choso grabs his lighter from his pocket and grabs one of the blunts from the bag and sparks it up. you grab the ashtray on your little side table and put it on your lap.
he gives in a deep inhale and exhales the smoke into the atmosphere. he passes the blunt to you and you give yourself a deep inhale before exhaling it out.
“so what have you been up to recently?” you ask as you become more relaxed and lean into choso.
“nothing much, been busy with the frat stuff since exams are pretty much over.”
“how’s your little side gig going though?”
“i mean it’s been pretty good, you know i don’t usually sell much since getting the stuff has been a hassle but been getting some new customers lately so prices will be going up.”
you slightly pout as a joke. “even for me?”
“not for you pretty girl. you’re my special customer.” you smile before inhaling again.
the more you consume it, the head rush becomes heavier, heavier than normal. you kind of like it this feeling.
“did you make a new recipe or something?” you curiously ask.
“kind of. just added a little bit of grabba. nothing too crazy.”
“oh.”
“why you don’t like it? you feeling okay? we can sto-.” he starts to sound concerned. you smiled at him cheekily, you like it when he gets concerned, over you.
“no, no i’m good, don’t worry. just feels different in a good way.”
“okay, just let me know if it’s too much for you.”
you nodded as you and choso continue to smoke for the next few minutes. you make small talk here and there while enjoying each other’s presence. his hand on your leg, his thumb caressing the plush of your upper thigh, making little circles. your hand around his neck as he smokes, caressing the hair near the back of head.
honestly you couldn’t help eye him so up close. the tattoo on his face, the pale smooth skin, going down to his pink flush lips as he lips connect to the blunt as he inhales the smoke. his blood-shot red eyes as he feels the buzz. his long eyelashes and long slim nose. he is so good-looking, you’re surprised no girl has ever tried to make any moves on him.
once the blunt was done with, choso grabs the ashtray to put it down on the small coffee table. by this time, you eyes could barely stay open, your head is buzzing hard. but you were still somewhat conscious and aware somehow.
“you okay y/n?”
“i’m okay.” you say as you try to stand but you slightly stumble forward and fall back onto choso’s lap but your face centimetres away from his.
“s-sorry.”
“you’re good.” he breathily said.
but no one moved from their position.
you just stared at each other for a few seconds. the moment choso looked down at your lips then to your eyes, you knew in that moment he wanted you as much as you secretly wanted him. an unspoken mutual understanding that both of you have been waiting for this moment as there have been tensions between you two ever since you both started communicating with each other. something you would deny because you had no idea how he felt, until this moment.
so you crashed your lips onto his. lips maneuvering against each other as you position yourself straddling his lap as his hand slide its way onto your hips. you hands cupping the back of his neck and you pull yourself closer to him, deepening the kiss. tongues entering and going against each other.
“hm s-shit y/n.” you hear choso mumble against your lips.
“you’re so beautiful.” he says as he pulls away from the kiss before kissing along your jaw and neck, slightly sucking the skin a little harder. you let out a small moan at the sensation.
you can feel choso going down towards your chest as he slowly pulls down the straps of your tank top that slowly moves down exposing your lacy bra, pink to be exact. you see choso eye your breasts before looking at you.
you nod in approval before he cups your tits and massages them, your head tilts back a bit as he unhooks your bra and fully exposes your boobs to the cold air, nipples immediately becoming hard. he brings his mouth to your nipple as the other hand massages the other.
his tongue swirls around the nub, creating an electric wave of pleasure. he sucks it as he plays with your nipples on the other between his fingers, slightly pinching and rolling. you moan at the sensation and lean back slightly. he mouth moves to the other and does the same thing.
“absolutely gorgeous.” choso mutters.
he pops his mouth off your tit. before leaning back to adjust his belt and push down his pants. he quickly flings out his dick in which your eyes widen. long, thin and veiny. you can feel yourself almost drool over the sight, while your pussy is pulsating.
“you like what you see pretty girl?” he says softly. as he slowly stroking his length, with small amounts of pre-cum at the tip. you nodded as you look at him, he face slightly flushed. you slowly grab his length and start pumping it too. his breathing starts to become uneven. you spit on his dick to make it more lubricated, making him groan as he feels you stroking it more.
“fuckk that’s it pretty, just like that.”
“i want you choso.”
“yeah?” he smirks
“mhm.” you bite your lip.
“c’mere then.” as he adjusted your position on his lap, you thighs against the side of hips, lifting you up slightly as he uses his one hand to guide underneath your skirt, scrunching up your skirt high pass your belly button and pushing your wet panties to the side as he grabs his dick and aligns it against your wet folds.
he rubs his tip slowly, causing you to sigh as the teasingly sensation.
“you ready baby?”
“mhm.”
choso slowly glides inside your pussy, your juices coating his dick as he groans at the tightness of your cunt. you groan at the girth and length as it goes deep inside.
“fuck y/n, got a tight little pussy hm? all wet just for me?” you nod in pleasure as he fully settles inside. he groans loudly at the warmth and plushness of your walls.
you then slowly start to ride, grinding against his hips as you both moan simultaneously.
“ngh cho-ugh.”
“mhm baby, just like that.”
you grind faster against his dick, occasionally going up and down, feeling his tip kiss your cervix. you moan at the sensation every time. you feel choso’s hands move towards your hips, gripping on the flesh as he gives a gentle massage on your ass as well.
you connect your lips against his as you continue to ride him. tongues guiding its way into each other, the sound of skin slapping and kissing fill the air.
the faster and harder you went, you feel your orgasm coming. you pull from the kiss and grip onto choso’s shoulder as you grind faster. he then chases his own high but thrusting into you, hard and quick.
“arghhhh fuck cho.”
“ngh you love this dick? hm tell me pretty.”
“yes, i love it so muchhh ughh.” you groan as your orgasm is about to come.
“fuck i’m gonna cum.”
“yes cum for me pretty girl, want t’feel you.”
you moan loudly, shuttering as your legs give out, shaking violently as you cum. your pussy pulsating as choso slows down his thrusts but keeps going to chase his own. you moan as he continues.
“choso please.” you whine.
“almost there baby. gonna cum.”
he grunts as he gives it a few my thrusts. you lean back as he pulls out, moaning loudly as he jerks off his cum onto you stomach. you see the thick milky seed as he breaths heavily as he finishes. you breath heavily too as you look at him. you both smile at each other as you both giggle.
“that felt so good.” he says as he grabs a tissue from your coffee table to clean you up.
“that was my first time having sex while high.” you say.
“honestly me too.”
“really?” you say, a little surprised.
“yeah? why? you thought i would do something like that often?”
“i mean, yeah. you’re attractive and you have the best weed on campus. thought maybe you would pick up someone by now.”
“i did.” he says looking at you.
“like i said you’re my special customer, my pretty girl.” he says as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. you smile as you lean in towards him to give him a kiss. it lasted a few seconds before releasing from the kiss and you getting up to adjust your hair, clothes and quickly fix your makeup.
“so we still going to gojo’s?” he says as he scratches his head.
“heck yeah! i need to beat fushiguro in beer pong again. i’m on winning streak and i beat him like 4 times already, i can’t back down now!” you exclaimed as you grab your purse and choso’s hand as you exit your dorm.
let’s just say you were 2 hours late initially, and maki and nobara were dying to know what happened.
and you did beat megumi at beer pong. 5 times now.
ahh we love choso! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) anyways, been having some writer's block lately so haven't been able to come up with good plots lately. i be writing for a good 15-20 minutes and end up giving up or deleting it because i couldn't think of anything after or end up not liking it (¬_¬") but next story will be frat!gojo so stay tuned for that!!!
not fully proofread, will edit when i get the chance! i hope you enjoyed reading this! if you did, please reblog as it boosts my content, like and follow to see more from me!
summary: you and your friends were enjoying a well-deserved night out at the club. you weren't planning on entertaining any men tonight, until one particularly quiet one had you rethinking that decision. how could you stay away? he was the only one who could keep his mouth shut out of his group of friends.
content warning: reserved! choso, outgoing! reader, reader makes the first move (girlboss), tipsy makeout session, slight groping in public, drunk sex (both of you are drunk dw), oral sex (f receiving), handjob, p in v sex, sweet missionary :p
word count: 2.3k
alex's thoughts: this is a repost from my main acc @mast3rbait3r !!
the neon lights were as bright as they needed to be, accompanied by the booming bass of the speakers. mix in a little bit of alcohol, and you've got the combination that makes for a perfect night. which is exactly why you're dancing like nobody's watching, right in the middle of your friend group. you're all having a great time, singing and dancing to your heart's content. it was all going well until a group of guys felt bold enough to approach you.
"looking good, pretty ladies. mind if we join you?"
one with white hair pipes up, a smug grin on his face. a few of you exchange glances, sizing up the group of men. you shrug, followed by everyone else. why the hell not? so they join you, and most of them flock to your friends, which you were fine with. you didn't mind them being there, but you weren't fine with any of them trying to touch you. as long as your friends were comfortable, you didn't care what happened. you glance over at the bar, considering getting yourself another drink.
that's when you see him, his hair was about shoulder-length. there was a thin line of mascara surrounding his eyes, making the dark brown shade pop even in such dim lighting. he was gorgeous to say the least, though you're sure your friends might disagree. you definitely didn't have the same type in men as them. you couldn't stand the type of men who look like they peaked in their fraternity days in college. but this one at the bar, he felt different even from all the way on the other side of the bar. maybe finding a new 'friend' tonight wasn't a bad idea after all.
you tell one of your friends where you're going, and head over to the bar. you notice that the guy you were watching earlier is now watching you as you approach. when he sees that you're heading in his direction, he turns his head and watches his drink. you casually slip into the stool next to him, ordering yourself a lemon drop (hey ateez). you glance over at him, noticing the light blush on his face. so he was a shy one, huh? just the type you were looking for. you take a small sip of your drink, noticing his empty glass.
"can i get you another?"
you look over at him with a soft smile. he turns to you, offering a small one in return. he nods, muttering a short 'thanks' as you flag down the bartender. you let him order for himself, admiring the way his voice was gentle and kind. probably would sound really nice in bed- you check yourself, blaming the alcohol for letting your mind slip. you see that he has his drink now, so you raise your glass to his. he blinks, raising his and you both do a silent cheers.
"those your friends that approached mine over there?"
you ask him curiously, glancing back over to your friends and his who were all just mingling on the floor.
"yeah... i just let them do their thing."
you nod in understanding. sometimes you were the same way, not always wanting to be among the sweaty bodies and just wanting to enjoy a few drinks instead.
"hope i'm not interrupting your thing, then... what's your name?"
you chuckle softly, gaze roaming over the silver rings adorning his fingers. he shakes his head with a soft smile.
"i'm choso and uhh... honestly i was hoping you would-"
he seems to cut himself off, shocked by his own lack of filter. you smile at him, telling him your own name since he didn't get to ask while taking a mental note of how cute he looked when he embarrassed himself like that. you step off your stool, standing next to him. the alcohol makes your bravery double, and he takes it better than you expected. you smirk when you feel a gentle hand now resting on the side of your waist. it was hesitant, but it tightens when he feels you lean into him.
"you're a sweetheart, aren't you?"
you smile down at him, a hand running through his hair. you swear you can almost hear him groan in pleasure at your touch. you reach for his drink, simultaneously tilting his head back as you touch the glass to his lips. his eyes are on you the whole time, drinking up all the liquid you pour into his mouth. you couldn't get enough of him, the way he gave into you so easily despite being so shy earlier.
"can- can we go somewhere else?"
he asks shyly, looking up at you through his lashes. you brush a stray piece of hair out of his face, smirking down at him.
"yeah... where are we going?"
"i have my own apartment."
you nod slowly, reaching for his hand as he stands up. you chuckle when you realize that he's a bit taller than you. he walks you outside, pulling out his phone to book a ride. you sit together at a bench, your head resting on his shoulder. his hand rests on your thigh protectively, which made the warmth in your lower belly get stronger. you look over at him, only to find him already looking at you. your breath hitches before you lean in and press your lips to his. he gasps against your lips, pulling you in close as his arm slides around your waist. your hands cup his face, you look both ways before straddling his lap.
"what are you-"
you cut him off with another kiss, feeling his warm hands resting on your waist. he moans into your mouth, both of you a bit too drunk to care about what anyone else could see or hear. you slide your tongue into his mouth, feeling the bulge in his jeans press against your clothed center. you grind your hips against him, making him whine softly in your ear.
"you sound so pretty..."
you coo, your hands running down his arms. you hear a car approaching somewhere nearby, so you climb off his lap and stand up. he joins you, ignoring the pang of disappointment when he doesn't feel your weight on him anymore. you greet the uber, climbing into the backseat. you rest against him, watching as the city lights go by out the window. you smirk, getting an evil idea in your head, which he seems to pick up on because he tenses beside you.
your fingers ghost over the bulge in his pants and he sucks in a sharp breath. he looks out the window, trying his best to not seem suspicious. his hips are just slightly pushing against your hand, desperate for any friction. you smirk at him, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek which only made it worse for him.
"keep it together... we're almost there."
you smirk against his cheek before sitting back in your seat. he nods slowly, frowning when you pull your hand back from him and rest it in your own lap. he takes your hand back, just holding it gently in his own. once you get to his apartment, you stumble slightly getting out of the car. he catches your arm, his expression now concerned and you swear your heart melts at the sight.
"you're so cute..."
you giggle, leaning against him as he helps you walk up the stairs. once you get into his apartment, he locks the door and leads you straight to his room. he flicks on the bedside lamp, helping you sit on the edge of the bed. he crouches down, helping you remove your shoes without even having to be asked. you run a hand through his hair, watching him already falling apart at your touch.
"such a good boy..."
his breath hitches as he looks up at you. he leans into your touch, pressing a kiss to your palm as it rests against his cheek. he moves closer, resting his chin on your lap. you swear you could have came from that sight alone. you part your legs for him and his cheeks tint an even darker shade of red. his hands run over your soft thighs, pressing little kisses along the inside of them. you shiver at the feeling of his warm lips on your skin.
"you're gorgeous..."
he mumbles against your skin, glancing up at you as his hands reach up to the hem of your skirt. you nod and watch as he gently slips it down your legs and tosses it to the side. he sees the damp spot in your panties, his brain already feeling fuzzy. he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your clothed center. you shiver, your thighs clenching slightly around his head. he then finally slides your panties down your legs, whimpering when he sees how wet you were for him. he delves into your slick folds like a man starved, lapping at your juices with an enthusiasm you've never seen before.
your head falls back with a soft moan when you feel his nose nudging at your clit. he whines against your pussy while he continues to work at you with his notably skilled tongue. your hand is tangled in his soft hair, pulling his face closer into you. you can feel him moving against you, realizing that he's actively trying to rut against the fabric of his jeans to ease his achingly hard cock.
"let me help you..."
you whine softly, but he shakes his head, the sensation making you feel dizzy as your thighs clench around his head. his movements become more sloppy as he feels himself leaking more through his boxers. soon, you're clenching hard around nothing and covering his mouth and chin in your slick. he pulls back after you're spent, wiping your essence off of his face and licking the remainder of it from his fingers.
"never tasted anything that good before."
he mumbles breathlessly, eyes darkening when he notices that you're removing your top. you watch as he stands to his full height, the wet spot in jeans now right at eye-level with you.
"take them off."
you instruct him, to which he nods, undoing his belt and zipper before sliding the fabric down his legs. you see the mess he's made in his boxers and it takes all of your self restraint not to find a way to mount him right then and there. you reach out, your fingers running over the wet spot, causing him to twitch against you. you smirk up at him, watching the way he sucked his bottom lip in between his teeth.
"you want me to touch you more?"
"please... it feels so good."
he whines quietly, eyes slamming shut when you yank down his boxers and start stroking his leaking cock. you revel in the sight of him, he was impressive in size to say the least. you stroke him from base to tip, swiping your thumb over the leaking slit just to make the action even more messy. he pathetically ruts into your hand, losing any sense of self-preservation he might have had left. sooner than he wanted to, he blows his load all over your hand with a loud moan. he watches as you bring your hand to your mouth and start teasingly lapping at his cum that was spread all over your fingers.
he can't take his eyes off you, feeling how his cock was still achingly hard. you see the want in his eyes, and you couldn't deny how badly you needed him too. he stands there, waiting for you to tell him what to do. so, you scoot back on the bed and motion for him to follow. he does so, climbing over top of you. you wrap your arms around him until his body is flush with yours. you yank his shirt over his head, your bare chests now rubbing against one another. you slam your lips against his, tongues tangling as you moan into each other's mouths.
you watch as he slides the condom on, feeling your entire body twitch in anticipation. he lines himself up with your entrance, sinking in slowly enough to where it doesn't sting too badly. you eventually relax around him and he starts to move inside of you. he starts with slow, languid movements with his forehead resting against yours. however, it doesn't take long before he starts to groan with impatience.
"go on, baby. take what you want."
you smirk up at him, and he doesn't hesitate to follow your orders. his moans become more frantic as he pistons his cock into you. you feel him spread your legs wider so he can go deeper. your eyes roll into the back of your head as you let yourself be plowed into the soft mattress. your noises were making it really hard for him to hold back, already getting close to cumming yet again. he reaches down, rubbing your clit in furious circles with the hope that you'd be close too.
"gonna cum soon..."
he watches as your face contorts in pleasure, and he could tell that you were getting close too. he was starstruck by the way his own cock had rendered you speechless so easily.
"please, cum with me."
he pants, leaning down to where his head rested against your shoulder. his hips moved to a new angle that had you seeing stars as you cum around his cock like never before. your back arches violently off the bed as you cling onto him for dear life. he cums right after you, feeling the warm ropes shoot inside the condom. he doesn't stop until you're twitching from overstimulation. he rests beside you, his head on your chest as he allows the sound of your soft breaths to lull him into a light sleep. you hold him close, allowing yourself to just be for the moment and worry about cleaning up later.
⋆˚꩜｡CW• 18+. Mdni. Smut barely any plot i fear. Facefucking, biting, sub!choso, dom!female reader, teasing.
lowkey inspired by this fanart
You’re at your vanity, sat in Choso’s lap applying your new lipstick.
Who cares if it’s ten o’clock at night and you have nowhere to be. You’d been waiting all day for your overly priced item to arrive.
“Transfer-proof” you read on the label of the tube before peeling it off and flicking it away. Choso hums, watching you apply it through the mirror with awe.
Without warning, you turn and press your lips to his, pushing your tongue into his mouth. He opens it immediately, allowing you take control of the kiss as you subconsciously grind down on him.
You pull away just as abruptly, dragging a whine from him in the process, and press a few pecks around his face before turning back to the mirror.
A frown forms on your face as you see your pigmented prints all over your boyfriend’s face.
“Those fucking liars.” you grumble as you stare at your dazed boyfriend through the reflective surface.
“Sorry baby.” you sigh disappointedly as you grab a makeup wipe before turning back to your boyfriend, ready to wipe away the stain.
He halts your hands halfway to face, saying quickly “I like them.”
You raise your eyebrow at that. Of course he fucking does. Choso is a sucker for letting you cover him in marks, it’s like a not-so-subtle reminder to the world, and him, that he belongs to you.
“Oh really?” You quip, clearly amused by your boyfriend’s insistence on keeping the stains on his face.
“Yes… give me more… please.” he pouts. You can already feel him hardening beneath you. Ugh, this freak.
“Only because you asked so nicely.”
You reapply before bringing your face to his neck, sucking slowly all over before pressing prints onto the reddening skin. Choso whimpers beneath you as you pull his hoodie off to reveal his chest.
You immediately pepper kisses all over his collarbone, progressively getting lower and lower. Reaching his nipples, you flick your tongue over one of the buds, while rolling the other one between your thumb and index, causing him to buck his hips up slightly.
Moans reach your ears as you wrap your lips around the bud. You bite lightly and pull as Choso cries out, “Mhm, f-feels s-so good my love.” You smile at the approval, clamping down a little harder, just to hear him whine louder.
You finally pull away, flicking the now hard buds simultaneously before pressing a kiss over each one, causing his eyes to roll back.
To get comfortable as you get lower, you move from his lap and kneel before him as you press a kiss to each ab. Your tongue flicks out, as you trace the lines between each ab causing him to tense involuntarily. “P-please don’t t-tease, I-I can’t take it.” Choso grunts from above, trying, and failing, to even out his voice.
Humming in obedience, you move on from that area of your canvas and move towards his v-line. You pull his already low sweatpants lower, not enough to free his suffering dick, but just enough to see to the full v shape.
You take your sweet time, deciding to leave lip prints in the shape of arrows along the skin, every press making your whimpering boyfriend more desperate.
He’s so out of it, and you haven’t even reached his dick yet. Pathetic. But pathetic for you and only you.
He opens his eyes as he feels you pull away from where he needs you most, rising to full height. He’s watching as you reach for the tube again. You rest your elbows on the desk in front of you as you reapply, ass hovering right over the tent in his pants and it takes everything in him to not pull you down and hump you until you were both messes.
Choso whimpers for the nth time as he waits as patiently as he can given the situation. You finally turn back around, smiling wickedly as you say “Right, where was I?”
“P-ple-” he cuts himself off with a groan as you finally free his twitching dick, the cold air almost enough to make him cum, but he holds out.
You drop to your knees, pressing kisses around the base and all over his balls. Choso’s hands fall to your head, gripping tightly but not moving you.
“Cho, do you want me to make your dick pretty?”
He groans, nodding frantically, not trusting himself to open his mouth without whining any louder than he already has.
“Words.” you say, smacking the weeping tip against your lips.
“Yesyesyesybabyp-please.” he whines, working overtime to hold onto the slivers of dignity he has left.
“Do you want to come fir-”
You’re cut off by Choso’s hips snapping up, dick finally enveloped in the warmth of your mouth as he groans,“S-sorry baby, n-need this.”
He’s relentless as he thrusts uncontrollably, thick tip nudging the back of your throat and you allow him to push you head in sync with the thrusts, humming every time he tightens his grip on your head.
Choso’s head falls back and begins to babble at some point, saying everything and nothing at the same time.
You can tell by the sloppy thrusts that he’s close, so you relax your throat and press yourself all the way down, until your nose meets his pelvis. Your tongue is drawing pattern across his underside vein as he finally cums, letting out his highest whine of the night.
It takes a second for his hips to stop thrusting, but they do eventually and you pull off, smiling up at your cutie boyfriend.
“Are you ready for me to make your dick pretty now?” you ask innocently even though you are far from it.
“Mhm.”
Choso meets your eyes as you press kisses all over his still twitching dick. Fuck, it’s a sight.
He doesn’t even realise that he’s started rocking into your hand until you press a kiss to his tip, right over his slit and he’s cumming again.
You stand and look at your shaking masterpiece.
“Fuck Cho, you’re beautiful.” you mutter.
“N-not as beautiful as you my love.” he whispers before passing out on your vanity chair.
a/n: I feel like a fruit fly rubbing my hands as i reread this. I’m lowkey proud hehehe. I PINKY PROMISE THAT IM WORKING ON FRATJO HEADCANNONS PT2. Ik it doesn’t seem like it but writing is so hard when i have so many other ideas for everything but that one project. ANYWAYS. Tips are always appreciated bc I write for you guys and want you guys to enjoy my media.
plug!choso x f!reader
(slight age gap (?) –> choso is a 4th year, reader is 2nd year of college/university)
tw: drug (marijuana) use (smoking), smut, mdni!
[11:46pm]
| y/n: are u able to come by tn?
| choso: yeah. urgent?
| y/n: not really, just lmk when ur here
you toss your phone on your desk and sighed. you’re getting ready to go to a party tonight with your friends maki and nobara. you’re at your vanity, finishing off curling your hair after you did your makeup and got dressed. nobara and maki were chilling on your bed, probably doomscrolling.
“just texted choso, he’s gonna be here in a bit.” you say, focussing on the last strand.
“who’s choso again?” maki asks.
“that’s y/n’s hot plug. got the best weed on campus. heard through the grapevine that he usually never sells to others except his close circle.” nobara looks at you and wiggles her eyebrows with a smirk.
“so that means he’s interested in you?” maki questions. you rolled your eyes and turned off the curling iron, unknowingly you face was turning red, and it was definitely not the blush.
“he’s not, we just made a deal that he would sell some for me for the lows and i’ll give him notes from lectures. simple deal.”
“okayyyyy. whatever you say.” nobara drags. you hear a knock on your dorm room and you make your way to door, eyeing and signaling to nobara and maki to be quiet as you open the door to see choso leaning against the door frame. he smiles as soon as he sees your face.
“hey.” he says casually.
“hey. how are you?” you say. you quickly scan him, he’s looking real good nowadays. his hair down this time, a black fitted shirt that makes his muscles and broad shoulders look good, nice dark fitted bootcut jeans, his tall stature hovering over you.
“great, now that i get to see you.” you bite your lip, trying to fight back a smile.
“you’re cute. sooo you have it?”
“of course, for you.” he pulls out the pre-rolls he makes specifically for you, and hands them to you.
“special occasion?” he asks.
“eh, just going to a party with my friends.”
“gojo’s party?” he questions.
“oh! yeah actually. are you going too?”
“yeah i am actually.”
“oh! well that’s great, well my friends and i-.” you get cut off when nobara pops up behind you with maki.
“sorry to interrupt but maki and i will be going first, megumi needs uh, help with his outfit for tonight so we’rejustgonnaleaveyoutwofortonight! see ya later y/n!” nobara says quickly before dragging maki with her out of your dorm and leaving you and choso dumbfounded as you watch them disappear.
“nevermind i guess.” you mumbled.
choso stands there for a second before turning to you. “i mean why don’t you come with me? we’re going to the same place anyways.”
“sure! uh let me just get my purse ready, you can come in!” you let him in as you stood to the side while opening the door wider for him to enter. he enters and eyes your room, cute pink decorations with a small bed frame. pictures of you and your family and friends hung up against the wall. the small vanity desk and drawers.
“cute set up.” he mutters as you chuckle.
“not the best but it’ll do.” you say as you pack your necessities into your purse and checking yourself in the mirror.
“well should we pre-game a blunt before we go?” choso asks as he settles down on your small couch. he makes it look so small compared to his big frame. you think about it for second before giving in.
“actually, i’m down for that, just gotta make sure the window is open. can’t be stinking up the dorm before the RAs do their weekly check-ins.”
you open your window allowing the colder breeze to come in, you settle yourself down beside choso but since the couch was small (due to choso’s size) you were sitting more on the edge of the couch, making it quite uncomfortable.
“you can sit on my lap.” choso says as he sees your uncomfortable sitting position. your cheeks warm up slightly.
“you sure?”
“yeah, i don’t mind, since there isn’t enough space for me to adjust.”
“okay.”
you shifted yourself onto his lap as he adjusted his sitting position to be more straight up. choso grabs his lighter from his pocket and grabs one of the blunts from the bag and sparks it up. you grab the ashtray on your little side table and put it on your lap.
he gives in a deep inhale and exhales the smoke into the atmosphere. he passes the blunt to you and you give yourself a deep inhale before exhaling it out.
“so what have you been up to recently?” you ask as you become more relaxed and lean into choso.
“nothing much, been busy with the frat stuff since exams are pretty much over.”
“how’s your little side gig going though?”
“i mean it’s been pretty good, you know i don’t usually sell much since getting the stuff has been a hassle but been getting some new customers lately so prices will be going up.”
you slightly pout as a joke. “even for me?”
“not for you pretty girl. you’re my special customer.” you smile before inhaling again.
the more you consume it, the head rush becomes heavier, heavier than normal. you kind of like it this feeling.
“did you make a new recipe or something?” you curiously ask.
“kind of. just added a little bit of grabba. nothing too crazy.”
“oh.”
“why you don’t like it? you feeling okay? we can sto-.” he starts to sound concerned. you smiled at him cheekily, you like it when he gets concerned, over you.
“no, no i’m good, don’t worry. just feels different in a good way.”
“okay, just let me know if it’s too much for you.”
you nodded as you and choso continue to smoke for the next few minutes. you make small talk here and there while enjoying each other’s presence. his hand on your leg, his thumb caressing the plush of your upper thigh, making little circles. your hand around his neck as he smokes, caressing the hair near the back of head.
honestly you couldn’t help eye him so up close. the tattoo on his face, the pale smooth skin, going down to his pink flush lips as he lips connect to the blunt as he inhales the smoke. his blood-shot red eyes as he feels the buzz. his long eyelashes and long slim nose. he is so good-looking, you’re surprised no girl has ever tried to make any moves on him.
once the blunt was done with, choso grabs the ashtray to put it down on the small coffee table. by this time, you eyes could barely stay open, your head is buzzing hard. but you were still somewhat conscious and aware somehow.
“you okay y/n?”
“i’m okay.” you say as you try to stand but you slightly stumble forward and fall back onto choso’s lap but your face centimetres away from his.
“s-sorry.”
“you’re good.” he breathily said.
but no one moved from their position.
you just stared at each other for a few seconds. the moment choso looked down at your lips then to your eyes, you knew in that moment he wanted you as much as you secretly wanted him. an unspoken mutual understanding that both of you have been waiting for this moment as there have been tensions between you two ever since you both started communicating with each other. something you would deny because you had no idea how he felt, until this moment.
so you crashed your lips onto his. lips maneuvering against each other as you position yourself straddling his lap as his hand slide its way onto your hips. you hands cupping the back of his neck and you pull yourself closer to him, deepening the kiss. tongues entering and going against each other.
“hm s-shit y/n.” you hear choso mumble against your lips.
“you’re so beautiful.” he says as he pulls away from the kiss before kissing along your jaw and neck, slightly sucking the skin a little harder. you let out a small moan at the sensation.
you can feel choso going down towards your chest as he slowly pulls down the straps of your tank top that slowly moves down exposing your lacy bra, pink to be exact. you see choso eye your breasts before looking at you.
you nod in approval before he cups your tits and massages them, your head tilts back a bit as he unhooks your bra and fully exposes your boobs to the cold air, nipples immediately becoming hard. he brings his mouth to your nipple as the other hand massages the other.
his tongue swirls around the nub, creating an electric wave of pleasure. he sucks it as he plays with your nipples on the other between his fingers, slightly pinching and rolling. you moan at the sensation and lean back slightly. he mouth moves to the other and does the same thing.
“absolutely gorgeous.” choso mutters.
he pops his mouth off your tit. before leaning back to adjust his belt and push down his pants. he quickly flings out his dick in which your eyes widen. long, thin and veiny. you can feel yourself almost drool over the sight, while your pussy is pulsating.
“you like what you see pretty girl?” he says softly. as he slowly stroking his length, with small amounts of pre-cum at the tip. you nodded as you look at him, he face slightly flushed. you slowly grab his length and start pumping it too. his breathing starts to become uneven. you spit on his dick to make it more lubricated, making him groan as he feels you stroking it more.
“fuckk that’s it pretty, just like that.”
“i want you choso.”
“yeah?” he smirks
“mhm.” you bite your lip.
“c’mere then.” as he adjusted your position on his lap, you thighs against the side of hips, lifting you up slightly as he uses his one hand to guide underneath your skirt, scrunching up your skirt high pass your belly button and pushing your wet panties to the side as he grabs his dick and aligns it against your wet folds.
he rubs his tip slowly, causing you to sigh as the teasingly sensation.
“you ready baby?”
“mhm.”
choso slowly glides inside your pussy, your juices coating his dick as he groans at the tightness of your cunt. you groan at the girth and length as it goes deep inside.
“fuck y/n, got a tight little pussy hm? all wet just for me?” you nod in pleasure as he fully settles inside. he groans loudly at the warmth and plushness of your walls.
you then slowly start to ride, grinding against his hips as you both moan simultaneously.
“ngh cho-ugh.”
“mhm baby, just like that.”
you grind faster against his dick, occasionally going up and down, feeling his tip kiss your cervix. you moan at the sensation every time. you feel choso’s hands move towards your hips, gripping on the flesh as he gives a gentle massage on your ass as well.
you connect your lips against his as you continue to ride him. tongues guiding its way into each other, the sound of skin slapping and kissing fill the air.
the faster and harder you went, you feel your orgasm coming. you pull from the kiss and grip onto choso’s shoulder as you grind faster. he then chases his own high but thrusting into you, hard and quick.
“arghhhh fuck cho.”
“ngh you love this dick? hm tell me pretty.”
“yes, i love it so muchhh ughh.” you groan as your orgasm is about to come.
“fuck i’m gonna cum.”
“yes cum for me pretty girl, want t’feel you.”
you moan loudly, shuttering as your legs give out, shaking violently as you cum. your pussy pulsating as choso slows down his thrusts but keeps going to chase his own. you moan as he continues.
“choso please.” you whine.
“almost there baby. gonna cum.”
he grunts as he gives it a few my thrusts. you lean back as he pulls out, moaning loudly as he jerks off his cum onto you stomach. you see the thick milky seed as he breaths heavily as he finishes. you breath heavily too as you look at him. you both smile at each other as you both giggle.
“that felt so good.” he says as he grabs a tissue from your coffee table to clean you up.
“that was my first time having sex while high.” you say.
“honestly me too.”
“really?” you say, a little surprised.
“yeah? why? you thought i would do something like that often?”
“i mean, yeah. you’re attractive and you have the best weed on campus. thought maybe you would pick up someone by now.”
“i did.” he says looking at you.
“like i said you’re my special customer, my pretty girl.” he says as he tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. you smile as you lean in towards him to give him a kiss. it lasted a few seconds before releasing from the kiss and you getting up to adjust your hair, clothes and quickly fix your makeup.
“so we still going to gojo’s?” he says as he scratches his head.
“heck yeah! i need to beat fushiguro in beer pong again. i’m on winning streak and i beat him like 4 times already, i can’t back down now!” you exclaimed as you grab your purse and choso’s hand as you exit your dorm.
let’s just say you were 2 hours late initially, and maki and nobara were dying to know what happened.
and you did beat megumi at beer pong. 5 times now.
ahh we love choso! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈) anyways, been having some writer's block lately so haven't been able to come up with good plots lately. i be writing for a good 15-20 minutes and end up giving up or deleting it because i couldn't think of anything after or end up not liking it (¬_¬") but next story will be frat!gojo so stay tuned for that!!!
not fully proofread, will edit when i get the chance! i hope you enjoyed reading this! if you did, please reblog as it boosts my content, like and follow to see more from me!
about .the fool: innocence, new beginnings, blind trust. you were purity itself, taking the first step into the unknown… straight into choso kamo’s hands.
pairings. choso x virgin!reader
words. 5.91k
content. corruption kink, first time sex, virginity loss, blood mention, facefucking, cum swallowing, pussy eating, missionary, creampie, dumbification, choking on cock, overstimulation, rough fucking, pet names, degradation + praise mix, slight breeding undertones.
notes. well well well... hello october.
MATERIALIST
There was no such thing as a perfect person, but you came close to one.
You were the kind of girl people instinctively trusted, the one who lent her notes without hesitation, who always remembered to greet the janitors with a smile, who people turned to when they needed someone to listen without judgment.
Professors adored you because you never missed deadlines, classmates adored you because you never made them feel small, and even strangers couldn’t help but soften when you flashed them that gentle, sunshine-smile.
At parties, you were always the girl sitting on the couch with a soda can instead of a red solo cup. Not because you were uptight, but because you had your own little reasons, reasons so painfully sweet people almost felt guilty for teasing you.
“I don’t drink,” you’d say simply, “because what if one day, someone really needs me to drive them home?” And you didn’t smoke either, wrinkling your nose at the smell, adding softly, “It’s bad enough the world’s already polluted, right?” Nobody rolled their eyes at you for it; how could they, when your sincerity made their own excuses feel flimsy?
You had a way of making the dull feel lighter, of reminding people there was still softness in the world.
No one had anything bad to say about you, truly, not a single soul. If someone ever tried, they were immediately shushed, because speaking ill of you was like kicking a puppy.
Even the meanest mouths struggled to come up with an insult that fit.
So everyone was surprised. No, “surprised” was too mild, everyone was shaken, maybe even repulsed, when the sight spread down the hallway like wildfire.
You. Sweet, innocent, gentle you. The girl who swore lip kissing was sacred, who once laughed nervously and said you wouldn’t give away your first until you were absolutely sure, standing there in the dim corner of the hallway. And you weren’t just talking. You weren’t just laughing with him.
You were kissing him. Choso Kamo.
It didn’t make sense.
It was like watching an angel deliberately fall. His reputation preceded him, dark, quiet, inked hands that always lingered too long in pockets, eyes that never promised softness.
He was the kind of boy parents warned their daughters about, and for good reason. There wasn’t anything sweet about him.
But the scene in front of them left no room for denial.
His fingers tilted your chin, his mouth moving with yours like he’d done this to you a hundred times, while your perfect little hands clutched at his shirt like you couldn’t help yourself.
And everyone who saw it knew: something in the world had shifted.
When someone said weird, only one person came to mind, and that was this six-foot-something man with ink etched into his skin and silver glinting off his eyebrow and lip.
Choso Kamo. He didn’t fit the mold of the stereotypical bad boy. He wasn’t loud. He didn’t shove kids into lockers or act like he owned the halls. He didn’t care about popularity, didn’t hover in the spotlight. Instead, he existed in the periphery, leaning against walls, quiet in classrooms, the kind of presence you couldn’t ignore even when he wasn’t trying.
At parties, you’d never find him in the center of the crowd. He’d be in his corner, joint in hand, smoke curling lazily around his sharp features.
He wasn’t obnoxious about it, either. If anything, the silence made him more magnetic. A calm, steady energy that made people curious, made them whisper. Because as much as people wanted to pin him down, call him a burnout, a loner, a troublemaker, none of those labels stuck. He was more than that.
And yes, he was attractive. Not in the boy-next-door way, but in the kind that made your stomach tighten.
Heavy-lidded eyes, sharp cheekbones, the curve of his mouth softened only by the weight of his lip ring. He was one hell of a good-looking man, and everyone knew it.
That was where the rumors began.
That he fucked like he looked. That he ate pussy so good girls went half-insane for weeks after. That maybe the reason he was so quiet was because he let his mouth do better things than talk.
But Choso never confirmed nor denied anything. He didn’t have to. He was just there, mysterious, self-contained, all dark ink and slow exhales. Still, beneath that calmness, there was a cockiness.
Not loud, not arrogant. Just the steady assurance of someone who knew exactly what he was, and exactly what he did to people without even trying.
People couldn’t make sense of it. The image just didn’t add up. You—the one who handed out baked cookies to classmates during finals week, the one who blushed when someone swore too harshly in front of you, the one they were all pretty damn sure was a virgin—pressed up against Choso Kamo’s mouth like you’d been starving for it.
It was the kind of sight that left jaws slack. They whispered theories in corners, exchanged knowing looks, tried to piece together the mystery. Was he blackmailing you? Was he dragging you down into something dark? Had you finally snapped and gone through some rebellious phase?
But the truth was simpler. It wasn’t him chasing you. It wasn’t him corrupting you—not at first.
It was you.
You had a crush.
You weren’t sure when it started—maybe it was the way he leaned against the walls like nothing could touch him, or the way he never forced his presence into the room but still owned it anyway. Maybe it was the tattoos, the piercings, or the way his eyes lingered when he did look at you, like he could read your secrets without you even speaking. You didn’t tell anyone, of course. What would you say? That the “perfect girl” had been daydreaming about kissing the guy who smelled like smoke and sin?
It happened one night at a party. You weren’t supposed to be there, not really. Someone had begged you to come—“just for an hour, please”—and you had agreed, promising yourself you’d stay on the sidelines, sip your soda, make sure everyone got home safe. That was always your role.
But halfway through, you realized you hadn’t seen him downstairs. You noticed his absence before you even admitted to yourself that you’d been searching for him. Your chest tightened with that restless, unshakable curiosity—the one that had been gnawing at you for months. So, against every instinct, you slipped away from the noise, climbing the narrow staircase where only a faint bassline thudded through the floorboards.
And there he was.
Sitting on the floor against the wall, a blunt burning lazily between his fingers, the smoke making the hallway look hazy. He looked up at you like he’d expected you all along, calm eyes lifting to meet your nervous ones.
You froze. Your throat went dry, your palms sweaty against the fabric of your dress. The words tangled up on your tongue, and you knew you should’ve turned around, laughed it off, gone back downstairs to be the responsible version of yourself.
But you didn’t.
“Um,” you started, shifting your weight from foot to foot. “Hi.”
He raised an eyebrow, lip ring glinting in the dim light. “Hi.”
God, you felt ridiculous. You hadn’t planned this—hadn’t planned to walk in on him alone, hadn’t planned what you would say. But something about the quiet upstairs and his unreadable gaze made you blurt out, “You don’t… you don’t really like these parties either, huh?”
He tilted his head, studying you. Then, slowly, he smirked. Not mean, not mocking. Just a small curve of his mouth, like he could see right through you.
And maybe he could. Because your flustered attempt at conversation turned into you babbling—about how you always got dragged into these things, about how everyone thought you were so good, so untouchable, about how maybe that wasn’t who you wanted to be all the time.
He listened. He didn’t interrupt. Just smoked and watched you with those steady eyes until your voice dropped to a whisper. “And… I guess I was curious.”
“Curious about what?” His voice was low, even.
Your face burned, your hands twisting together. “You.”
The silence stretched, heavy and thick, and you swore you could hear your own heart banging in your chest. Then, before you lost your nerve, you moved. Knees bent, you leaned down toward him, awkward and unsure, until your lips brushed his.
It wasn’t smooth. It wasn’t graceful. You kissed him like someone who had never done it before—because you hadn’t. But your fingers clutched his shirt desperately, your eyes squeezed shut, every nerve in your body lit up like fire.
And Choso… didn’t pull away.
That’s how it happened. Not some rumor, not some trap. Just a perfect girl, hopelessly curious, finally letting herself touch what she’d wanted all along.
From Choso’s perspective, the whole thing almost felt like a joke at first.
You, of all people, walking toward him like that—wide eyes, flushed cheeks, wringing your hands as though you’d been caught sneaking into someplace forbidden. He thought you’d pass him by, maybe offer a polite nod before scurrying back downstairs. But then you opened your mouth, voice trembling, words spilling about how you didn’t like parties either, how people expected too much of you, how you were curious.
Curious about what? he asked, though he already knew. He’d seen the way your gaze lingered sometimes, quick and guilty, like you thought he wouldn’t notice. He always noticed.
And when you admitted it—you—his chest pulled tight, not with surprise, but with something darker.
Because here you were, the girl who swore off alcohol, who kept her lips untouched because you thought it made them more special, leaning down and kissing him like you were about to combust if you didn’t. Your first kiss, and you gave it to him.
He didn’t move at first. Didn’t need to. He let you press against him, awkward and sweet, your inexperience obvious in every clumsy brush of your lips. And fuck if that didn’t make him hard. Not because it was smooth or skilled—but because it wasn’t. Because it was you, trembling, inexperienced, untouched. And because deep in his gut, he knew he was the one dragging you over that invisible line you swore you’d never cross.
When you finally pulled back, flustered and gasping, his lips curved. Slow. Dangerous. “That your first?” His voice came out low, almost a purr.
Your silence gave you away.
Choso leaned in, smoke on his breath, eyes heavy-lidded as he caught your chin between his tattooed fingers. “Hn. Could’ve fooled me.” His lip ring brushed against your mouth as he ghosted another kiss there, deliberately shallow. Teasing. “Guess all that good girl talk doesn’t mean much now, huh?”
You shivered. And he felt it.
It hit him then—that perfect little you had been curious enough to come to him, not anyone else. You could’ve picked some clean-cut boy from class, someone gentle who’d hold your hand and wait until you were ready. But no. You walked straight upstairs to the worst possible choice. And that said everything.
It meant you wanted to be ruined.
And Choso? He lived for that. The thought of being the first—your first kiss, maybe your first everything—lit something primal in him. Corruption was more than a kink to him; it was the high that nothing else could touch. Watching innocence unravel under his hands, seeing purity crack and bleed into something messy and raw—it was better than any drug.
So when he finally kissed you back, really kissed you, it wasn’t tender. It was deep, deliberate, his tongue sliding against yours like he meant to claim. His hand slid up your neck, fingers curling just enough to remind you that you were trapped there, that you’d come to him willingly, and that he was going to take full advantage of that.
Because now that you’d given him your lips, there was no going back.
A couple months. That’s all it took for the shock to fade into whispers, for people to adjust to the sight of you—the golden girl—pressed against Choso Kamo in the hallways, lips swollen from makeouts that lasted too long, too public. Some of your friends had pulled you aside more than once, voices pitched with concern.
“Are you okay?”
“Does he… does he have something against you?”
“You don’t have to be with him, you know.”
But you’d only smiled, soft and secret, like you were in on something they’d never understand. Because they didn’t see what you saw. They didn’t know that Choso wasn’t dragging you under, wasn’t forcing you into anything. He was teaching you. Patiently. Slowly. Kisses that started hesitant, growing bolder as he coaxed your lips open, taught you how to use your tongue. Hands that guided yours across his chest, over the ink that coiled across his skin, until your touch stopped trembling. Whispered praise in your ear when you blushed and admitted how curious you were.
And now, it had all led to this moment.
Your knees pressed into the carpet of his bedroom floor, your wide, innocent eyes locked on the heavy length of him in front of you. You stared like it was some forbidden thing, something you’d read about, maybe imagined—but never expected to see.
“Fuck,” Choso muttered under his breath, head tipping back against the wall as he caught the look on your face. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
You licked your lips nervously, gaze dragging from the pierce of his lip ring down to the thick weight of his cock. “It’s… big.” Your voice was tiny, awestruck.
He smirked, slow and cocky, a hand sliding over the top of your head to stroke your hair. “Course it is. And it’s all yours now.” He tilted your chin up with two tattooed fingers, making you look at him instead of just staring. “Don’t be scared. I’ll show you how.”
That was the corruption of it—the way he guided you so gently, praising every shaky breath, every hesitant lick of your tongue, while knowing damn well he was unraveling every bit of innocence you had left. Your lips parted, your mouth wet and clumsy at first as you pressed the tip against your tongue. You gasped at the weight, at the taste of him, unsure but so desperate to please.
“That’s it,” Choso groaned, watching your sweet little face around his cock, his tone calm but edged with pride. “Good girl. My good girl.”
Your hands clutched his thighs for balance, your jaw stretching as you tried to take him deeper, gagging softly when it hit the back of your throat. Tears pricked your lashes, but you didn’t stop—because he was there, soothing you and corrupting you at the same time.
“Relax. Breathe through your nose. Yeah… just like that.” His thumb brushed your cheek, almost tender, even as his hips rolled forward, feeding you more. “Fuck, you look so innocent like this. Can’t believe this sweet mouth never kissed anyone before me, and now look at you—drooling on my cock.”
Your whimper vibrated around him, and he groaned, head falling back as the mix of innocence and devotion in your eyes nearly undid him.
Because this was exactly what he lived for. Sweet little you—untouched, perfect—on your knees, learning how to sin for the very first time.
If this was the old you, you would’ve cried at the sight of this—kneeling in front of a man, mouth stretched wide, throat aching, eyes glassy with tears. The old you would’ve covered your face, horrified at the mess, horrified at yourself.
But now?
Now you didn’t care. In fact, you wanted more.
Your lips were slick, your throat clenching as you tried your best to take him, gagging again and again as his cock pushed too deep. The sound was wet, humiliating, but the hunger in your chest burned hotter than the shame. You choked, sputtered, tears spilling down your cheeks as you struggled to keep him in your mouth—yet you didn’t pull away. Not once.
“Easy, sweetheart,” Choso rasped, his hand heavy at the back of your head, guiding rather than forcing. His voice stayed calm, almost soothing, even as his cock throbbed against your tongue. “Breathe. Just breathe. Let me do the work.”
And then he did.
He rolled his hips forward, slow at first, fucking his length into your mouth with deliberate strokes. Every time you gagged, he eased back just enough, letting you gasp, before sliding in again. He was patient, but he wasn’t merciful. Each thrust was a reminder: your perfect little mouth belonged to him now.
“Look at you,” he groaned, staring down at your ruined face, at the spit clinging to your chin. “God, you’re so fucking pretty like this. You love it, don’t you? Letting me ruin you.”
You whimpered, and it vibrated around him, making his cock twitch. Your eyes fluttered, watery but dazed, as if you were dizzy from the sheer heat of him filling you up.
“Spit on it.”
The command hit your ears, and you obeyed instantly, pulling back just enough to let a string of saliva drip from your tongue onto his cock. It smeared down the length, glistening under the dim light. Choso smirked, thumb swiping your spit before rubbing it along himself, then pressing back into your swollen lips.
“Good girl,” he praised, voice thick with pride. “So sweet. So fucking obedient. Who knew the perfect little angel wanted to learn how to choke on dick?”
You tried again, pushing past your limits, throat tightening as he fucked into your mouth harder now. The sounds were obscene—wet, sloppy, desperate—and every gag only spurred him on. His grip tightened in your hair, not cruel, but firm, holding you exactly where he wanted you.
Every inch of you screamed corrupted—your spit dripping down his shaft, your cheeks flushed, your lashes wet with tears—yet there was no fear in your eyes. Just pure, shameless curiosity, twisted into need.
And Choso knew. He knew he’d broken something in you. That you’d never be able to go back to who you were before.
Choso’s breath hitched, his grip tightening in your hair as his hips stuttered. You felt it before you saw it—the hot flood spilling across your tongue, thick and overwhelming. Your eyes went wide, and instinctively, you pulled back just enough to open your mouth, letting him watch the mess drip onto your tongue.
“Swallow it.” His voice was ragged, low, leaving no room for argument.
You hesitated, cheeks burning, but then tipped your head back and swallowed, your throat working around it. When you peeked up at him again, lips wet, you whispered, “...It’s bitter.”
Choso chuckled, deep and amused, his thumb stroking your cheek before he leaned down and kissed you hard—messy, uncaring, tasting himself on your lips. “Get used to it, angel,” he murmured against your mouth, voice rough, cocky. “You’ll be swallowing a lot more of me.”
Before you could catch your breath, his big hands were on you, pulling you up off the floor and manhandling you onto the bed like you weighed nothing. You gasped, half-laughing, half-nervous, trying to push at his chest. “Cho… what are you doing?”
He smirked, climbing over you, the black tank top clinging to his broad shoulders, his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips. He’d pulled them up again after you’d finished him off, but the outline of his cock was still there, heavy and thick, pressing against the fabric.
“M’gonna make you feel good, baby.” His voice was a promise, warm and sinful all at once.
Your heart stuttered. You squirmed on the mattress, tugging at the hem of your oversized t-shirt, the soft cotton brushing your thighs. You weren’t even wearing a bra underneath, just your cute little panties, and suddenly you felt too exposed under his gaze.
“N-no, it’s embarrassing!” you whined, face burying in your hands.
Choso just laughed softly, shaking his head. “Embarrassing?” His hands hooked under your knees, spreading them wide. “Baby, you let me fuck your throat until you cried, and now you’re shy?”
You squeaked when his fingers tugged your panties to the side, revealing the perfect, untouched cunt he’d been dying to see. He swore under his breath, eyes darkening, chest rising and falling heavy.
“Fuck…” he groaned, leaning down until his mouth was hot against your inner thigh. “Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.”
You jolted when his lips pressed to you, hot and wet, his tongue sliding between your folds like he’d been starving for it. He didn’t even bother taking your panties off—he just shoved them aside, greedy, eating you out like you were his last meal.
“Ch—Choso!” you gasped, thighs trembling, your hands flying to his hair.
He growled against you, spreading you open wider with his thumbs, tongue lapping at your clit in rough, deliberate strokes. “Shh, baby. Lemme ruin you proper.”
And he did—licking, sucking, worshipping your cunt like it was sacred, all while you squirmed in your t-shirt and panties, blushing and whimpering, too innocent to realize just how much he was enjoying turning you into a mess.
Choso didn’t hold back. His tongue dragged through your folds, slow and deliberate, before fastening around your clit like he was starved. He sucked, hard, groaning low in his throat like he couldn’t get enough of your taste.
Your body jolted, back arching as sparks shot through you. It was too much. Way too much. You’d never felt anything like it—your thighs quivered, your toes curled, heat flooding your belly until you couldn’t think straight.
“Cho… ah—! T-too much!” you gasped, trying to squirm away, your hands flying to his hair to push his head back. “I-I can’t—!”
He didn’t budge. If anything, the weight of his hands tightened around your thighs, holding you down to the mattress. His lips curved against your cunt, tongue circling your clit with obscene precision.
“Too much?” he hummed, eyes flicking up to watch your face twist in pleasure, your innocence cracking apart with every shaky moan. “Sweetheart, I’m just getting started.”
“Ahh—! Choso!” Your cries broke high and breathless, your hips writhing against his mouth no matter how much you tried to push him away. You couldn’t stop trembling, couldn’t stop moaning, the new sensation breaking you down faster than you could handle.
He sucked again, sharp and greedy, and you yelped, thighs trying to snap shut around his head. But he forced them open wider, groaning as though your desperation only spurred him on.
Your nails clawed at his shoulders, your chest heaving under your t-shirt, nipples hard and aching against the thin cotton. Tears pricked your lashes, your voice shivering as you begged, “Cho, please, I can’t anymore!"
But he just buried his face deeper, tongue plunging inside you now, fucking you with wet, messy strokes before latching back onto your clit with ruthless focus.
And in that dizzy, overwhelmed haze, it hit you—the rumors were true. Every whispered hallway story about Choso Kamo, about the way he ate pussy like he lived for it, about the girls who never walked straight after—every single one was true.
Your whole body trembled, thighs shaking around his head, your fingers clutching his hair desperately as the heat in your belly coiled tighter and tighter. It felt like something was about to snap inside you, like you couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Cho… I—I feel weird,” you whimpered, voice breaking.
He smirked against your soaked cunt, not letting up, sucking your clit hard before pulling back just enough to growl, “That’s it, baby. That’s you about to cum. Give it to me.”
Your back arched, your hips jerking helplessly as the tension shattered. Pleasure ripped through you, raw and overwhelming, your cry spilling from your throat louder than you ever thought possible. “Ahhh! Choso!”
He groaned like he’d been waiting for that sound all night, licking you through it, drinking down every shudder, every twitch. When you finally slumped against the bed, chest heaving, tears clinging to your lashes, he moved up your body. His mouth found yours, slow and deep, then trailed to your forehead where he pressed the softest kiss.
“You did so good for me, angel,” he murmured, brushing sweaty hair from your face. “So fuckin’ good.”
Everything felt perfect—his weight against you, the warmth of his lips, the way his praise settled in your chest. Until you noticed the bulge still heavy and straining against his grey sweats.
Your face burned as your eyes darted down. “D… do you want me to… suck it off again?” you whispered, nervous, eager to please.
Choso chuckled, low and deep, kissing your flushed cheek like you were the cutest thing he’d ever seen. “Baby,” he said, dragging his cock out of his sweatpants, hard and heavy in his hand, the tip glistening. He pressed it against your thigh, smearing precum on your skin. “Why don’t you let your pretty little pussy suck it for me instead?”
Your eyes went wide, lips parting in shock. “Th-that’s too big to fit inside, Cho…”
His grin turned wicked, his voice dropping low, full of heat and drawl as he leaned in, lips brushing your ear. “Nah, baby. You’ll take it. Might stretch this tight cunt a little, but that’s what you want, ain’t it? To feel me stuff you full. Gonna make you my messy little angel for real.”
He nudged the blunt head against your panties, right where you were still throbbing, smearing himself against the damp fabric. “Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll go slow. I’ll teach this pussy how to swallow me whole.”
Your legs trembled as he spread them, your panties pushed to the side, his cock thick and heavy in his fist as he guided it to your soaked entrance. Your hands shot up to his chest, shaky, your lip caught between your teeth.
He leaned down immediately, kissing your forehead, then your lips, soft and unhurried. His free hand cupped your cheek, thumb stroking slow reassurance into your skin. “Hey, baby, look at me.” His voice was low, grounding, rough with arousal. “I got you. We’ll go slow, yeah? Just the tip first. If it’s too much, we stop. Promise.”
You nodded, even though your heart pounded so hard you thought it might burst. “Okay…”
Choso kissed you again, deep, steadying you as the blunt head of his cock pressed against your virgin cunt. The stretch was immediate, a hot burn that made your breath catch in your throat.
“Shhh, baby, relax,” he murmured against your mouth, his cock pushing just barely inside. “Breathe. You’re doin’ so good already.”
You whined into the kiss, nails digging into his shoulders as the sting sharpened, tears prickling your eyes. “Ahh—it burns—”
“I know, angel,” he soothed, though his jaw was tight, his breath ragged. “That’s just your pussy learnin’ to take me. Let it happen. Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so tight already.”
A thin whimper slipped out as he eased another inch inside, and you felt it—the hot sting of pain mixing with something deeper, something that made your belly clench. A rush of shame and thrill hit you all at once.
“Cho…” you gasped, face buried against his neck. “It hurts, but—it feels…”
“Good?” he coaxed, grinding his hips just enough to brush deeper against you. He kissed your temple, his voice dark and rough. “That’s it, baby. That’s the pleasure creepin’ in. You’re lettin’ me corrupt this sweet little cunt, yeah? Gonna make it mine.”
The stretch sharpened again and you cried out, feeling the wet warmth of blood between you. Choso froze immediately, his hand cradling your jaw as he searched your face.
“You okay?” his voice was strained, guttural, like he was hanging by a thread. Then your walls clenched tight around him and he hissed, head falling back. “Fuck—don’t clench on me like that, baby. You’re gonna make me lose it.”
You whimpered, overwhelmed, every nerve lit up with the raw burn and the deep, dizzying fullness. “Cho, it’s—ahh—it’s too much…”
His lips caught yours again, swallowing your cries, kissing you through the pain and pleasure. His words melted hot against your mouth: “You’re takin’ it, angel. My good girl. Just a little more, then you’ll have all of me inside you."
The burn sharpened when he pushed deeper, inch by inch, your body fighting to adjust. Your thighs trembled, your nails leaving crescents in his shoulders, your breath breaking in high, desperate whines.
Then—suddenly—he bottomed out, hips flush against yours.
Your whole world went white-hot. “Ahh—Choso!” You gasped, head tipping back as your pussy stretched wide around him, stuffed in a way you’d never even imagined. It was too much, too big, yet the shudder of fullness clawed a moan from your throat.
Choso groaned low, forehead pressing to yours, his body shaking with restraint. “Holy fuck, baby… so fuckin’ tight. Grippin’ me like your sweet little pussy was made for me.” His words came ragged, almost slurred with the way he tried not to slam into you right away.
Your thighs quivered, his cock pulsing inside you, every inch throbbing against walls that fluttered helplessly around him. The sting of blood, the raw stretch—it all blurred into something hot and dizzying. Pleasure began to lap over the edges of your pain, and you cried out, clutching him tighter.
“Cho—oh my God—”
He kissed you, but it wasn’t gentle this time. It was messy, frantic, tongue slipping past your lips as if to taste every sound you made. When he pulled back, his eyes were dark, feral. “You feel that? That’s me claimin’ you, baby. All the way in, no goin’ back now.”
You whimpered, overwhelmed. “I-it’s so much, I feel so full—”
“Full of me,” he cut in, voice hoarse. His hips rolled shallowly, and you screamed at the sudden spike of pleasure. “Yeah, that’s it. Goddamn, you’re takin’ me so fuckin’ good, bleedin’ all over my cock and still beggin’ for more.”
A flush crept up your cheeks, shame and thrill knotting in your stomach. Once, you swore you’d keep this for marriage, for someone clean and perfect. But here you were, pinned beneath six feet of tattoos and sweat, your virgin cunt already being split open by Choso Kamo, of all people.
And you loved it.
“Choso—please,” you moaned, arching up into him as the pleasure began to drown out everything else.
That plea was all it took. His restraint shattered.
He growled, low and raw, and dragged out until only the tip clung to you before slamming back in. Your scream echoed in the room as he set a rhythm, each thrust deeper, harder, shaking the bed beneath you.
“Fuck, you’re clenching so hard—gonna milk me dry, baby.” He grabbed your thigh, pushing it higher, opening you up for him. “You like that, huh? My cock stretchin’ out this innocent little pussy?”
Tears streaked down your face, not from pain anymore, but from the sheer intensity of pleasure racking your body. “Y-yes! Cho—it feels so good!”
He smirked through gritted teeth, sweat dripping down his temple. “Yeah? Told you I’d ruin you. No one else is ever gonna fuck you like this. You’re mine, baby—my perfect fuckin’ girl.”
And as he drove into you, every thrust corrupting you further, your body betrayed every vow you ever made. Your moans rose shamelessly, your back arching, your cunt quivering around him like it couldn’t get enough.
Choso’s hands slid under your shirt, fingers curling into the fabric until he shoved it up, baring your chest. Your nipples peaked instantly under the cool air, the sight making his cock twitch inside you. He dragged his eyes down, from your flushed face to the way your breasts bounced with every shallow thrust of his hips.
“Fuck…” he hissed, jaw tight, eyes black with hunger. “Look at you, baby. Perfect fuckin’ tits, perfect little pussy takin’ me like this…”
Your head tipped back, a sob spilling from your lips as he finally snapped his hips forward. The sound of skin slapping skin filled the room. The sting of the stretch and the slick drag of blood only made everything sharper, more obscene.
“Cho—ahh—” you squealed, nails clawing at his shoulders.
He didn’t slow down. If anything, your cries made him lose what little restraint he had left. His palms caught your thighs and pressed them back against your chest, folding you open as he hammered into you. His cock punched deeper, dragging a broken cry from your throat every time.
“That’s it, baby. Take it.” His voice was ragged, filthy. “This tight little virgin cunt… fuck—drivin’ me insane. Never had anything this fuckin’ sweet.”
Your shirt bunched under your chin, your breasts bouncing wildly as he pounded you, sweat dripping down his temple. The mix of pain, fullness and dizzying pleasure left you completely incoherent, your mouth falling open in mindless moans.
“I—Cho—I can’t—” you sobbed, eyes rolling.
“Yes, you can.” He growled it, hips slamming harder, deeper, each thrust making your body jolt. “You’re takin’ it so good, baby. Already dumb on my cock, huh? All those little vows, that good girl image—gone.”
He bent down, catching your mouth in a kiss, biting your bottom lip until you gasped. “You’re mine now,” he muttered against your lips, voice dark and low. “This pussy, this body—all mine to fuck stupid.”
Another thrust, another, until you couldn’t even form words, just a stream of high, helpless moans. The sting had turned into a molten heat that coiled deep in your belly, your body clinging to him like it didn’t care about the blood or the stretch, only about the relentless pleasure.
“God, baby…” Choso’s voice cracked as his hips snapped forward again. “You don’t even know what you’re doin’ to me. Tightest little hole I’ve ever had. Gonna fuck you till you can’t think, yeah? Gonna break this sweet cunt in right.”
Your eyes fluttered, your fingers sliding helplessly down his arms as your thighs shook. You were past the point of fighting it, past the point of shame—just dumb on his cock, lost in the rhythm of him using you.
“Cho…” you whimpered, drool sliding from the corner of your mouth.
He smirked down at you, sweat dripping from his chin onto your chest. “Yeah, baby. Moan my name like that. Let me hear how good I’m ruinin’ you.”
And with that, he drove his cock into you harder, deeper, until the bed creaked under the force of his thrusts, every inch of you being corrupted into something you swore you’d never be.
By the time it was over, your shirt was shoved to your collarbones, your panties soaked and ruined, and your pussy leaking with his cum, the sting of your first time mixing with the sinful heat of everything he’d just done to you; once the girl who swore she’d wait for marriage, now nothing more than Choso Kamo’s dumb, fucked-out little angel.
And as he looked down at you, wide-eyed, lips swollen from his kisses—he couldn’t stop the grin curling his mouth, thinking how no one would ever see you the same again, how no one would ever fuck you like he just did, because you belonged to him now, body and soul, corrupted beyond saving
POV: You come back home from a long day after work to your boyfriend jerking off to the thought of you 🤭🤭 FULL VERSION
"I'm home" you say as you enter your home that you and your boyfriend choso lived in. When you hear no answer, you call out "Cho?". He would normally be running at you frantically because of how much he missed you at this time.
You felt bad that he stayed up so late to greet you when you came back but your job required you to stay late and that meant less time with your adorable boyfriend. You took off your coat and hung it up on the coat rack, simultaneously taking off your shoes and scarf. 'He must be sleeping, poor baby,' you thought to yourself checking the time that read 11:34pm.
You went to the room that you both shared and stopped dead in your tracks at the noise you heard. You peered through the crack in the door to find the source of the soft pants and struggled moans.
Your boyfriend was lying on your shared bed with his shirt in his mouth, pants on the ground, stroking his cock with both his hands, completely red in the face. You couldn't help but stare as he shuddered with every soft movement.
You saw him teasing his tip and fondling his balls but you snapped when you heard him moan your name and opened the door, quickly walking inside, unbuttoning your shirt.
"Y/n," was the only thing he said before you were crashing your lips onto his and slipping your tongue into his mouth as you both moaned at the feeling. Your lips captured his in a frenzy making him hold onto you with trembling hands.
"You couldn't wait until I got home, could you?" You ask him between breaths after you finally pulled away, a string of your mixed saliva connecting the both of you.
"N-no, I tried to cum but it didn't work," Choso said looking down towards his cock. You peered at his reddened dick that was leaking cum and grabbed hold of it. That was enough to send Choso off the edge as he erupted in the palm of your hand. "F-fuck I-" Choso was cut off as you kissed him hard before kneeling between his legs and wrapping your mouth around his dick.
Choso couldn't hold back his moans as your hot mouth engulfed his still sensitive length. His cock throbbed in your mouth, a long prominent vein stroking your tongue and making you pool between your legs.
"F-fuck, I missed you so m-much," Choso groans as his words make you moan on his dick, sending vibrations along him.
He gently pulled you off his cock and repositioned the both of you so that your pussy was directed over his face and he nearly cane at the sight of your swollen wet cunt clenching around nothing.
"Cho ??" You asked your boyfriend who was just as mesmerised at your pussy like every single time he's seen it. He reached out with his fingers and circled your throbbing clit making you cry out in pleasure from the slight friction. You felt his dick twitch against your face, nearly forgetting the task you had at hand when Choso's mouth collided with your pussy.
"Mmmph, nghh," you couldn't let out the moans you wanted to as you slipped Choso's pretty cock in your mouth, your legs spread on either side of Choso's face as he devoured you like you were the first thing he had eaten in years.
Choso was having a hard time trying not to cum from the sound of your muffled moans and the way your tongue swirled his tip making him twitch in your mouth. He licked a languid stripe from
your hole to the top of your sensitive bud, drawing circles with his tongue. He sucked and licked your clit so hard you couldn't even suck his dick properly, going dumb from his mouth.
He gripped your thighs and brought you impossibly closer to his face, groaning in your pussy and tongue fucking your tight hole. Your legs trembled and you got closer and closer to your release.
"Choso, ahhh, I-i'm cumming, oh my god," You managed to make out as your eyes rolled to the back of your head and your body rushed with white hot pleasure. You shook and squirmed on top of Choso who didn't let up his antics, directly targeting your clit as you came all over his tongue. He drank in your sweet juices with a low thank you that you nearly missed as you lay lazily, his twitching cock hitting your face.
Choso flipped you over to face him, straddling him, your pussy directly on his rock hard dick. He gripped your thighs and kissed you, letting you taste yourself as you both moaned against each other. He gave your boobs a desperate squeeze and leaned down to suck your nipples as you dragged a hand through his hair and leaned your head back. He then kissed up from your boobs up to your jaw, leaving marks as he went and moaning, grinding his raw dick on your slick pussy.
"Baby, can you ride me again ?"
His whiny tone had you dripping onto his dick and you wanted nothing more than to feel his thick dick inside you. But teasing him was more fun.
Slowly rubbing your bare pussy on his lengthy cock had him groaning out, gripping on to your thighs and struggling not to cum. Your pussy felt warm and he could feel every part of you throbbing.
"Mmhm, Choso ?? You want me to ride you ??" You asked breathlessly, leaning forward so your lips grazed his.
"B-baby, I-," Choso couldn't finish his sentences properly and his voice trembled. He wondered how he would last inside you when he already felt this good.
"Hmmm ??" You nibbled his ear gently, sucking his sweet spot behind his ear. His dick felt so good between your folds and when the tip rubbed against your swollen clit you moaned in his ear.
"Please," Choso moaned out under you, swallowing thickly and staring at you with dilated pupils. He shivered under your every touch, craving the feeling of him buried deep inside you.
"Please what, Cho ??" You moved slowly up and down Choso's dick earning a low groan of your name.
"Please, fuck, r-ride me," He whimpered and gripped your hips impossibly harder.
"That wasn't so hard, was it." You lifted yourself off his hard chest and lined up your hole with his long member. You slowly circled his tip on your pussy, smearing the precum all over yourself, making you both moan out. The friction was driving Choso insane and he couldn't wait to be balls deep inside you, bucking his hips up and groaning when his tip missed your wet hole.
"Princess stop teasing, fuck," He felt his tip rub against your clit and nearly came. You continued your cheeky antics while Choso grabbed your boob, flicking and rolling your nipple.
Finally you positioned his fat achy tip at your entrance, biting your lip at the feeling. You slowly lowered yourself down and closed your eyes at the stretch. Oh the stretch was so delicious and Choso felt it too. The feeling of your warm walls surrounding his cock tightly as you sank further and further down his cock.
"Ohh fuck, fuck princess fuck," Choso bottomed out as you sank down fully. The view was so lewd. Choso's hand groping your breast. Your head thrown back and eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your puffy folds around the base of his cock.
The death grip he had on your thighs was so painful but so pleasurable. You felt so full on his cock that twitched inside you. You started to life yourself up but Choso stopped you from doing so. You looked at him confused and noticed he was now shaking.
"Baby, i-if you move I think I'll cum," He looked into your glossed over eyes. You didn't think you could be more turned on but the thought of Choso spilling all his seed in you, had you leaking honeyed slick down his cock and when Choso saw this he let out a deep groan. You leaned down to peck his lips speaking on his lips and gazing into his eyes.
"Cum for me, ok." You sweetly said before lifting your hips up before slamming them back down onto Choso's pelvis. You began moving yourself to ride him and that's when Choso started shuddering and jerking his hips up into you.
"I-i'm cumming, fuck, y/n baby," His hot cum shot into you, painting your walls white and warming you up from the inside. Without giving him a moment to rest, you continued fucking yourself on his cock. His stutters of your name fuelled your cockdrunk state as you felt the tip of his dick hit your cervix repeatedly. His cock was so big and thick and hit all the right places. You moaned out loud and rode him as if you needed to so you could breathe.
Suddenly, Choso pulled you towards his chest hugging you tightly and fucking you from below and you felt your eyes roll back into your head. Choso couldn't hold back his moans as you spouted nonsensical babbles in his ear about how good his dick felt. The whole sight was so sexy and the sound of your slick making your pussy talk was all Choso could remember for days.
You felt your walls fluttering around him as if you were trying to suck him in deeper. Your pussy gripped Choso's dick like a vice and every thrust made Choso feel like he was cumming.
"Choso- I-," You could barely speak as you were desperately fucked by Choso who couldn't keep his eyes off you. You were now sitting upright on his cock but he was still fucking up into you. He was mesmerised at the way your perfect tits bounced in synchronisation with his thrusts and your fucked out expression was something he wanted to capture forever. He let out little whimpers and moans at how good your pussy felt milking his cock for what it was worth and soon he felt the build up about to release.
"Y/n, look at me," Choso said all of a sudden snapping you out of your sex daze. You looked at him and his messy hair that stuck to his forehead. His eyes that were so full of love for you. And his lips that were so full and ready to call you his wife. Gosh you loved this man and you couldn't wait to put a ring on his finger.
You noticed Choso's thrusts were starting to get sloppier but somehow he managed to hit your sweet spot over and over again making you whine. You were close, you could feel it and so could Choso. Choso felt like he could cum at any moment but you were the priority. He quickly flipped the two of you around, putting you into a mean mating press and fucking you into the bed.
The change of position and Choso's thrusts had you speechless with your mouth open as you felt all of him so deeply inside you. His hips snapped rapidly into yours and the smacking sound bounced off the walls. You felt so full of him as his lips captured yours in a sloppy kiss.
“Cho, I-i’m gonna cum,” You stuttered out as Choso railed you. He nodded frantically, kissing all over your face and neck. “Me too, baby,” He said to you in his whiny tone. Your orgasm was building up hard and fast courtesy of Choso’s good use of his member.
A few more thrusts and you were cumming and convulsing all over Choso’s cock, drenching him in your sweet juices. You let out strangled moans as your orgasm hit you like a truck and you saw white. This sent Choso over the edge not long after you as he came for the second time inside your tight pussy.
“Ah, oh fuck. Y/n, I love you, I love you, love you, fuck Y/n,” Choso shook above you as he released his hot seed inside you. The feeling was so euphoric for the both of you and after you both reached your climaxes, Choso didn’t move from inside you and you both lay there for a while, panting and regaining consciousness from your sex drunk states.
“I love you, Y/n,” Choso whispered softly, breaking the silence. You smiled at your lovely boyfriend who you loved so dearly. Reaching up and caressing his face with your hand and looking deeply into his eyes.
summary: you’d known Choso since you were children, it wasn’t until recently that you realized he was actually hot.
word count: 2.1k
warnings: no curses AU, unprotected sex, choso has a praise kink
If you’d been asked at any moment prior to the last few weeks if you saw yourself dating Choso, you would have said no — and you’d known him basically forever. His family lived a couple doors down from yours until you were about ten, then your family had moved to a new house but you still were in the same schools through high school until you’d gone down separate paths.
And he was a nice guy — always kind to you and your friends and encouraging his friends to be better than the average teenage boy stereotype. Your friends all thought he was cute, practically falling over themselves to get his attention (one of them actually trying to fail her math class to get him to tutor her). You just had never considered him to be attractive until recently.
Fresh off a breakup and on the prowl for a rebound, you let yourself get dressed up and taken out with your friends to a house party. You were already a couple drinks in courtesy of a pregame at your friend’s house before her boyfriend took you all to the party, so you were feeling light, loose, and ready to mingle without anxiety trying to tug you away from new experiences.
You knew some people outside of the friends you’d arrived with, exchanged pleasantries with them as a warm up until they or you were pulled away then it was on to the next. So far nobody had really captured your interest; there were attractive people that were annoying, unattractive people that were alright, and people that just had vibes you wanted to steer clear off, and you were about to call it a night. Say you struck out, get a quick match on a dating app, and catch a ride to their place then leave after you got what you wanted.
But then you hear your name.
“…get over here! Don’t you know Choso from high school?”
Huh?
There was no way that was Choso. You remember a scrawny kid who couldn’t hold eye contact with anyone, let alone someone of the opposite sex, and he was chatting? With a group? No way.
But he greeted you with a smile; going for a handshake when you went for a hug, only to be confused when you stuck your hand out instead when he had adjusted for the hug until you’d awkwardly given him a high-five while scolding yourself mentally for looking like an idiot. He seemed mostly unbothered, welcoming you into the conversation by making a space for you at his left side and catching you up on what was going on with a low voice in your ear to not distract from the others. Not that it really mattered because you couldn’t pay attention to anyone else anyway. As much as you wanted to, you couldn’t focus on anyone but Choso and how much he’d grown up after high school.
He’d gotten massive, with broad shoulders that filled out his ugly sweater nicely. A hoop hung in this nostril, another piercing in his eyebrow, and you could see a tattoo or two poking out of the sleeve of his right arm. Your thoughts quickly grew more impure the longer you stood beside him; wondering if that figure came with the strength to pin you to the mattress and he’d been blessed with what he had going on in his pants like he’d been in what seemed like every category.
You hadn’t even noticed the way everyone in the small group had broken off to do other things until he’d asked you directly how you’d been. You’d answered honestly, telling him that you’d been alright but about a month off of a breakup which wasn’t the most ideal — but you were back in the saddle and done feeling sorry for yourself. That earned you a fist bump, reminiscent of the awkward kid you kicked a ball around with during lunch time in middle school, but it makes you smile as you lean more into the wall. In turn he tells you about his life; art school followed by an apprenticeship at a local tattoo parlor while he worked at a coffee shop on the side. Latte art and learning how to tattoo permanent art felt so different from the guy you grew up with, especially considering how “clean cut” his parents and siblings were. His uncle was a bit out there with all of his tattoos, but every family had an outlier.
Then he took you home, and he spent the night playing card games sitting across from you at your coffee table. He’d carried you to bed when you started to doze, and you woke up to him making you breakfast in the morning. Much like you did at the party the night before, you had to do a double— then a triple— take to make sure your eyes weren’t deceiving you and that you had such a fine man standing in your kitchen with his sleeves pushed up and revealing more tattoos.
You just hadn’t seen the vision everyone else had seen when they were fawning over him when you were younger. It was once unfathomable to you that your friend would make herself look like an idiot so he’d sit with her in the library once a week before exams. You did understand Yuuji looking up to his big brother, that made sense. But everything else? Your teenage brain couldn’t have comprehended the grander scheme put in front of Choso Kamo.
And now, six weeks later, you’re calling that beautiful man your boyfriend and letting him take you out to dinner. You confirmed that he was indeed strong enough to keep you in place if he wanted to, still sweet to kids and old people, and his weird little doodles were still kinda weird but carried a style to them that was uniquely his and that made them much more endearing to you.
But when the fuck did he get hot?
You’d scoured his instagram and his brother’s, trying to pinpoint when exactly he’d become so attractive. Choso didn’t post many pictures of himself, but Yuuji’s account was a treasure trove of pictures of his friends and family — but Choso looked the same in all of them. Same tired eyes, same messy hair, same fashion sense, so it just didn’t make sense.
Maybe it was the hot blonde he’d said he dated for a couple months while he was in art school? She must’ve done a number on him, maybe showed him how to dress with the clothes he already had to look more put together? But that couldn’t be it, because there wasn’t much of a change in his style from high school to now either. He just looked like Choso, but now you wanted to climb him like a jungle gym when years ago you thought Choso wasn’t that cute.
“You’re distracted, baby,” he comments, and you look at him with a small pout as he pulls away from your breast.
“When did you get hot?”
Okay, so, you hadn’t meant to ask that out loud but now the question is in the air and you watch him ponder that for a moment before he shrugs.
“You think I’m hot?”
Did he think you were naked in his bed because he wasn’t?
“Duh?” You gesture to him and the position he had you in while balls deep inside you, and his cheeks get much warmer at the realization.
“Well, uh, thanks for that. I don’t know when it happened, I’ve always looked like this I think.”
That was true, he had always looked like that. The tattoos and piercings were additions, but he still looked like Choso to you— and you had heavy doubt an eyebrow or nose piercing could change his face that much. But something was different, perhaps it was just something that came with age and life experiences.
“Tell me more about how hot I’ve gotten.”
“Later,” you murmur, rolling your hips in an effort to get him back on task only to be held still by his hand pushing you closer to him. “Choso.”
“You started this,” he reminds, kissing a trail up your neck and to your ear. “Let's finish it.”
“Finish me first, then we can—“
“I’ll pull out if you can’t multitask.”
You want to call his bluff, but he quickly proves that there wasn’t a bluff when he starts to pull his hips away from yours. Slowly, threatening you with a denied orgasm that you couldn’t afford at this point of your morning.
“Okay okay, fuck!” You tighten your legs that are wrapped around his waist, a desperate attempt to get him to push those couple inches back inside you to make you whole again. Unfortunately he’s firm in his conditions, smirking when you whine, “Please don’t pull out, Cho.”
“I’m waiting, baby.”
“I dunno what it is, since you look pretty much the same but you’re different. Sexier.”
That earns you a slow thrust, the delicious friction in your core that he was threatening to take from you. But he’s waiting for more, and your cheeks burn hot from the embarrassment of being put on the spot like this. Not that your audience was a hostile one, he was easily the sweetest man that you could picture being in this position with, but he had this way of looking at you and making you feel like you were the only person alive on the planet with him that felt…different. It was nice though.
“You’re so cute when you’re shy,” he murmurs, gently biting at your shoulder as you pout. “I don’t think you’re done, though.”
“You’re a lot more confident, which is pretty hot.” That earns you more movement, and he’s laying you back on the mattress so he can fuck into you easier with a whispered “keep going” in your ear. “ Y–fuck– you look women in the eye now. You didn’t do that in high school.”
“You get wet because I look you in the eye?”
“Not completely!” Your defense is met with a breathy chuckle, his hand moving between your bodies to play with your clit. “I also get wet when you take initiative. Planning dates and stuff because you think you know what I like.”
“Y-yeah?”
He was getting off on this. Which, all things considered, you should’ve had a praise kink on your Choso bingo card along with “big dick” and “easts pussy like a starved man”.
“You’re also very hot when you’re taking care of me,” you whisper, pulling his head down to you so you could get close to his ear. “You can cook and clean, and you show up for me when I need you. And you fuck me so nicely.”
That seemed to have flipped a switch, his hands going to the back of your thighs to push your legs back towards your chest. His strokes are deep enough that you feel him in the base of your throat, though the proximity of your bodies made it seem like he wasn’t pulling away from you at all.
“Please, Choso,” you cry into his neck, squeezing around his cock so perfectly that you swore you felt the vein in his cock throbbing inside you.
“Gonna cum for your hot boyfriend?”
You bite into his neck as you nod, your fingers pressing into his biceps hard enough that there should be bruises lingering as a reminder of what happened this morning. Your hips jerk when his fingers make contact with your clit, earning another laugh from him as he continues to rub tight circles with his thumb that have your jaw clenching and tears building in those eyes that are struggling to stay open through this. It’s only a moment before you’re throwing your head back into his pillows, gummy walls clenching around him so snugly that he’s got to slow his place as he helps you ride it out.
“So good,” he groans before leaning in to kiss you. It’s a sloppy and uncoordinated clash of lips and tongues, as you could only focus on him and his focus was more centered on the pursuit of his own end. The pace of his thrusts increase, his hands gripping the pillows on either side of your head.
“Fuck, I’m gonna–” The warning isn’t soon enough; for as soon as the words leave him you’re hit with the feeling of his throbbing cock releasing inside, and his pleasured moans echoing in your ears. He keeps himself there, peppering your warm face in kisses as he praises you for how well you took him this morning.
“I think I got hot in art school,” he murmurs as he moves to lay beside you, smiling when you turn your head to look at him.
“Huh?”
“You wanted to know when I got hot,” he reminds, carefully pulling you closer to him and kissing your forehead. “I think it was in art school.”
PervRoomate!Choso… who’s trying to hold back- he really is! But it’s hard to do so when your walking around with your pretty little ass out in those tiny shorts. Your not wearing underwear, he can tell everytime you bend over right in front of him. He knows what your doing - there’s no way you dropped your phone 5 times in the last minute if not.
PervRoommate!choso…who’s sneaking into your room whenever you are away, going through your drawers to find the dirty little toys he just knows your hiding. And when he finds them, he uses your vibrator on his dick, then (without cleaning it) puts it back in your drawer.
He loves listening to your pretty little moans and whimpers in the middle of the night when you think your being quiet. He loves knowing your using the same thing that he just came on 5 hours ago. He loves cumming to the thought of you getting pregnant with his seed, not knowing who the father is, forcing him to tell you his perverted secret.
PervRoomate!choso…who goes through your phone when you fall asleep on the couch with your phone still open. He looks at all the texts you send to other guys.
And he’s fucking pissed.
He goes out later that night remembering the names that were in your phone, tracking them down, and saying that he’ll torture them if they even think about talking to you agian.
PervRoomate!choso… who’s the first one to comfort you when you break down, wondering why all the guys in your life seem scared to talk to you.
“I.. I just don’t get what I did wrong” you sob, pushing your head onto his shoulder.
PervRoomate!choso who’s trying not to show his hard on, because he just loves loves loves seeing you cry.
Yandere!choso… who will do anything to keep you to himself.
After Nanami’s departure, we grew closer. Your study and bedroom were no longer exclusively yours, but “ours.” Our daily walks grew longer, with conversations and debates blooming like cherry blossoms; suddenly, all the sadness that had filled my heart was soothed simply by having you.
Even as time passed and your wedding to Naoya drew closer, it did not stop us from continuing to live as though we were newlyweds. Night had fallen; you were writing, illuminated by candlelight. I looked through the window near the bed, watching the full moon.
—Y/N...
—Yes?
—Thank you.
—Why are you thanking me? —you asked in confusion as you set down your pen and looked at me.
—I had never lived my own life in Cipango. I had always taken care of my younger brothers, taking on the role of both mother and father to them. I studied so I could have a respectable job and honor my family, while my birthmarks tormented me, making me feel like an oni... Unworthy of being human and loved.
—And how do you feel now?
—Loved. Human... —I closed my eyes happily. —I feel like I’ve won the world. —I immediately opened them to look at you, expecting to see your smile, but your eyes were coldly fixed on the floor.
—Won the world? —I gently nodded. —And what have you won, Choso?
—You. I won you. —I sat down on the bed and looked at you. —Look at us... A few months ago, you wouldn’t even have let me sleep here or take part in your books; now, you treat me as an equal. We kiss, we make love. We are soulmates.
—Me? —You turned to pick up your pen, dipped its metal nib into the ink, and began to write. The quick strokes were the only sound in the room.
—What are you writing?
—A letter.
—To whom?
—No one.
—No one? There must be someone who is the recipient of your written words, right? —I stood up, wanting to look. However, you covered the letter and put it away. I stepped back.
—It will be dawn soon. We should get some sleep.
You lay down in bed with your back to me; at that moment, I could only continue feeling fortunate to have you, to be able to hold you at night and have you all to myself.
When I woke up, I only saw Naoya in the room. I saw the orange sky, knowing that dawn had broken only a short while ago. I sat up in bed and took my kimono to put it on.
—Why are you here? This is Y/N’s room.
—Did you get angry when you saw me? —he laughed loudly as he looked out the window, a glass of vodka in his hand despite how early it was. —I’m the husband. You, on the other hand, are the lover. Are you still going to get angry because I came into my own room?
—It’s Y/N’s.
—Nothing belongs to her. —He walked around the room before leaving the glass on her desk. —I’m the heir to all of this. I’m so benevolent. I surprise even myself with how kind I can be.
—That word doesn’t suit you.
—I let you sleep with my wife every night while you stay and eat here. Don’t come telling me I’m evil. That bitch is the evil one.
—You’re doing this just to provoke me. Y/N already told me; you only provoke people because you’re bitter. You’re frustrated because you accomplished nothing in Cipango, and you didn’t get Y/N either.
Naoya laughed again before opening Y/N’s wardrobe and taking out a pastel pink dress I had never seen her wear; it did not suit her gloomy style either.
—I gave it to her recently. I wanted her to wear it, but I suppose that will be impossible.
—She hates those colors. She prefers wearing muted and dark colors.
—I would have forced her to wear it. Your beloved savior is much more submissive when her father speaks to her; that’s why she pretends to be brave around everyone else and looks down on them so much.
—You sound like Yuki. That won’t make me stop loving her. —I closed the wardrobe and moved the glass of vodka away from her desk. —I’m the only one who can understand her.
—That’s what she made you believe, and me. And Mr. Nanami. And Mr. Suguru.
—Y/N is free. I know she has been with other men. Do you think I’m going to look down on her for that? —This time, I was the one who laughed. —People, no matter how bad they are, find someone who loves their shadows. I’m sure that if you look around, you’ll find someone who accepts you.
—Do you pity me?
—Yes. I know what it’s like to suffer from loneliness. —I watched as he angrily approached me. His intention? To hit me, but he stopped himself and threw the glass onto the floor, shattering it with a deafening crash.
—Don’t pity me, you monstrous foreigner. —He growled with hatred. —She had ten of her dresses made wider a week ago, and they arrived with a letter. —He pulled it from his Japanese sleeve and threw it at my feet. —You think you’ve won her heart. You foolish idiot, she has already found her next victim.
My eyes remained fixed on the letter bearing a sunflower seal as the sound of Naoya slamming the door echoed in my mind. Trembling, I picked up the letter, my hands refusing to remain steady in that moment. The envelope was large and white, with a golden seal bearing a sunflower in relief. I turned it over. In hurried, almost illegible handwriting, there was an address written alongside two initials, HH.
You’ll be angry to know, Y/N, that I went straight to Yuki. Ever since I met her, I had found in her a confidante who never let herself be swayed by feelings of admiration or hatred toward anyone. The tavern was lively as always; she had a map spread across the table, taking up most of it. She watched as I marked her new route; this time, it was clear she would be away for more than three months.
—If it isn’t my friend from Cipango. Come on, sit down.
—Thank you. —I quickly sat down. —Are you leaving?
—I suppose so. I’m heading south. I’ll set foot on lands unknown to me; I’ll be gone for three years.
—Three years?
—Yes. Does it make you sad knowing we won’t see each other for so long? —She rested her cheek on her hand, giving me a hopeful look.
—I’m worried I won’t have another confidante, Yuki. Still... I’m happy you’re going to fulfill your dreams.
—I’m sure you’d cry your eyes out if it were that harpy Y/N telling you. You’d be sobbing your heart out.
—I’d go with her. Still...
—Are there problems in paradise?
—No. Yes. I don’t know.
—What do you mean, you don’t know?
Choso placed the letter on the table. Yuki looked at it, unable to understand what harm a letter could possibly cause. Worried, he pointed to the seal and then turned it over, showing her what was written there.
—Have you been sued?
—What?
—The address belongs to a law office, and the initials HH belong to the best lawyer in all of London, Higuruma Hiromi.
—Higuruma Hiromi?
—He’s another descendant of a family from Cipango, like me. I know him, and he’s bitter, which would make him a good match for Y/N.
—That’s not funny.
—Open it. And see why she’s been sued.
—Is it illegal to have dresses made wider?
There was a silence between us before she burst into laughter, pounding heavily on the table.
—Are you stupid, or are you being serious?
—I’m serious. Naoya told me this letter came with dresses that Y/N had ordered to be made wider.
—It’s completely normal to have dresses altered, and it’s certainly not illegal. Why is she having them altered?
—I don’t know. I don’t think she’s gained weight. Lately, she hasn’t been eating much because she keeps throwing up.
—Does she feel nauseous?
—In the mornings and whenever food is brought near her. She must have some kind of stomach bug.
—Yes. It’s called a baby.
—What?
—Your beautiful harpy is pregnant, champ. You’re going to be a father.
—She didn’t tell me anything.
—Maybe she’ll tell you today. Just pretend to be surprised. —She angrily turned back to her map.
—Yuki.
—Yes?
—I’ve won, haven’t I?
—Winning isn’t everything; in the end, what you win can be lost, or it may never have been yours to begin with. —She threw Higuruma’s letter back at me. —Knowing when you’ve won is difficult; you know it better when someone loses, and you... You don’t look like a winner.
—I don’t?
She shook her head, and my heart clenched. Without a doubt in my mind, I saw myself as the winner; even so, everything told me otherwise. Yuki ordered me a jug of beer, which I downed in one go before asking for another.
I only remember drinking that much once before, to the point of losing consciousness: when I turned eighteen and my parents gave me a bottle of sake, which I drank alone in the garden at night. Although today I spent the entire afternoon drinking until nightfall while Yuki looked after me, she was even the one who took me home. To you.
—Yuki... Am I human to you?
—Huh? —She leaned him against the wall of the facade of Y/N’s mansion, tired from holding him up. —Where is this coming from?
—Because... I’ve lived like a monster my entire life. It was easier to accept it, and believe me, to accept every insult from my family and society than to raise my voice and ask to be seen as an equal.
—Choosing the easy path is something we all fall into, and we can’t blame ourselves for it. —She insisted. —Sometimes it’s the right one and other times it isn’t, but... What does it matter?
—Why?
—What do you mean, why? —She seemed to have been angry for a while and had no patience left for me; even so, she didn’t leave me alone. —Because words mean nothing.
—They hurt.
—If you allow them to hurt you, then yes, they will hurt. The world doesn’t stop because you lose someone or because of an argument, no matter how hurtful it may be. Words are just that, words. People say them, and you make yourself dignified by saying they hurt you, thinking that no one has the right to insult you, but they do. Everyone can. You’re the only one who allows them to affect you.
—And where are you going with this?
—Where am I going with this? I’m saying that every day, millions of people in this vast world have fierce and hurtful arguments, but then the days wash that pain away like a sandcastle, and everything returns to normal, as if nothing happened.
—And yet, when it hurts... It hurts and leaves a mark for life.
—I suppose if you’re weak, it will hurt forever. If you’re strong, only the first few times, and then you understand that, in truth, you were the one who allowed it to happen so you could forgive by the end of the day. —She fell silent, looking at the ground. —Choso...
—Yes?
—If I told you I loved you... —She cornered me, leaving me stunned. —That it was love at first sight, that day we bumped into each other, and that every time you come to visit me to talk about the harpy, you hurt me to the point where I get so angry that I want to go as far away from you as possible... Would you love me?
There was a long silence. I heard the crickets playing their nighttime sonata, reminding me of cicadas on summer nights. The breeze blew cool and strong, allowing Yuki’s blond strands to be mistaken for shooting stars.
—No... I couldn’t love you even knowing that I caused you pain. If I did, I would be making you live a sweet lie where we would both end up hurt: me for lying to you, and you because you would know. —I brushed a strand of her hair aside and gently tucked it behind her ear. —I cherish you as a good friend, but my heart is and will always be for T/N.
—We’re both losers... Today...
Yuki clenched her fists and pulled away, turning her back as she held back her anger and pain. I was going to turn her around to hug her, but I didn’t, because I understood that it would not be a good idea.
—Well... Tonight you died as a monster, so from tomorrow onward, live as a human.
Those words made me cry. Tears slid down my cheeks as I watched her leave and disappear into the horizon like mist clearing away. That very night was when the old “me” died, leaving behind all the abuse, humiliation, and insults I had endured, giving way to a new “me,” cleansed of every curse and physical condition.
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Choso would love to live out the rest of his days between your legs. Under you or behind you, he wants to eat it just about constantly.
When he starts there’s little that will snap him out of his trance. once the taste of your juices land on his tongue he needs more. He wants to wring you out for all your body can give him. If you haven’t come at least five times in his mouth there’s no way he can move onto the main thing.
Overstimulation is a state you’re very familiar with when it comes to him eating you out. There’s come a point where Choso is no longer doing it for you. Your pleasure is completely disregarded as he dives in for his own enjoyment. Not that you’re complaining, it feels good —of course it does— and seeing him feel good also adds to your pleasure.
As much as you do love the way your boyfriend can devour you, it definitely becomes too much too quickly. You believe you’ve came three times now. Your pussy lips puffy where they’re being spread by his thick fingers. Your swollen clit neglected as he opts for pushing his tongue in your hole, your walls fluttering around the slimy wet muscle. His tongue is eager to slurp up everything flowing out of you with vulgar sounds. You had long tuned out the shlick and slurp of his messy eating.
It was too much, you decided. Too much of his tongue’s prodding and too much of his hands trying to spread your legs apart further. The hand you have atop of his head now being used to push him away, the heel of your palm pressing into his forehead.
You now know he feels it. That he notices your attempts at pushing his mouth off by how his eyes flicker up, heavy lidded chocolate irises landing on you before he closes them completely. This asshole.
As best as you can you try to speak through labored breaths, "Cho- baby, that’s enough,"
"B-Be a good boy, hm? Fuck- come up for me." The only response he graced you with was a nonverbal one. His heavy arms wrapping around your waist to pull you down again. This was not good boy behavior. What happened to your well behaved boyfriend?!
"Choso.—" You barely get his name out. You swear he’s trying to actually eat you with the way he tries to take your whole cunt in his mouth. Hungry and animalistically groaning into you. The vibration is pleasant, you’ll begrudgingly admit.
Whining at him, you alternate between pushing at his head and trying to crawl away. Your other hand grabs at the bedsheets below you to get more leverage.
When his palm gently lands on your lower abdomen and his tongue returns to swirling around your clit you know you’re done for again.
Choso is more than eager to help you through your orgasm.
The pressure growing and ultimately becoming unbearable, waves of pleasure began ripping through your body. More intense than before.
With your back arching and your mouth left agape, you no longer sought to hold onto the sheets beneath your convulsing body. Instead both of your hands landed on Choso’s head. Your fingers curl around the base of both his ponytails. Through your haze you’re yanking at them, dragging his mouth to stay on your clit, allowing your thighs to clamp around his head instinctively, all whilst you grind into his tongue.
The need to push Choso away is forgotten.
The suction from your boyfriend’s mouth leaves your legs quivering against his cheeks. Seeing you so lost in your own pleasure is enough for Choso. After all, he’s so disgustingly easy when it comes to you. The sight that is you and the feeling of suffocation leaves him rutting into the bed. The friction almost painful on the head of his cock. Fully hard. Still in his jeans.
You’re left mumbling his name repeatedly. A prayer upon your lips, you know he enjoys it by the whiny hums muffled at your pussy.
Left in bliss, you go limp. Your hips slowly stop their erratic thrusts upwards, both of your legs left around Choso’s shoulders. You vaguely feel his warm hands rubbing up and down your thighs. The more you blink the more you regain your eyesight and then all your other senses.
Now that you have some sort of grip on yourself you can feel the aftermath of your intense orgasm. Body still shaking, your clit overstimulated, Choso’s mouth still on you—
"Choso!" You snap, lazily trying to lift your head. "Mmmh, baby," you can barely understand him.
When you look down you can see him still happily between your legs. Now pressing gentle kisses to your soaked folds. Clearly trying to make up for the overstimulation he knows he’s caused. His lips moving against your bottom ones, lazy and soft. You don’t want to find the sight of him making out with your pussy a fond one but that’s difficult when he looks like a kicked puppy.
Raising a leg you kick at his shoulder, finally putting a stop to his spoiling. "That's enough. How many times must I say it?","Okay, okay… so.. can you fuck me now?"
There she is again, Choso thought as he passed the craft shop looking longingly through the window. He paused as he watched you work, taking care into every stitch you put in like you were leaving a piece of your heart into everything you made. I want her to look at me like that, give me her heart like that. With a deep breath he pushed open the door, the beautiful young woman looking up in response to the ting of the bell.
“Good morning!”, you said with a dazzling and warm smile, “What could I do for you, sir?” Choso felt his heart race hearing “sir” come off your plump lips. Clearing his throat he responded, “I was wanting a scarf to be made, I’ve seen the knit work you do and it’s quite beautiful.”
You blushed at the handsome man's kind words. “Well thank you, sir. My name is y/n. Any particular color or pattern for the scarf? I have some swatches up here but I have more yarn in the back if you wanted something specific”, you replied. You watched his tired eyes take in every inch of you, making your face feel hot. You pull out the small pieces of yarn you had up front while he studied the way your fingers gracefully and lightly moved through the yarn.
“My name is Choso, it’s nice to meet you y/n”, he said, “I’m searching for a perfect color match and I don’t see what I’m thinking of up here. May I see the other colors you have?” Your eyes widened slightly as you looked up at Choso, “Yes certainly, you can follow me to the back.”
Wonderful, he thought with a sly smile. Trying to push aside the lewd thoughts you had of this gorgeous man in the back of your shop you managed to ask what color family he was looking for. “I’m wanting something that is a nice nude pink color.”, He responded, trying to stop his eyes from memorizing every curve of your body. He was in awe watching the way your hips swayed when you walked, your thighs filling out your mini tennis skirt beautifully. Even in your small heels he was so much taller than you, he wanted so badly to feel how soft your h/c felt in his fingers as he held you.
With a blush he realized you were watching him take you in, his breathing getting faster when he saw the lovely blush that crept onto your cheeks. “Uhm, do any of these work for you?”, you responded letting your eyes roam over his toned body. You started to get jealous thinking of who the scarf will be made for and if she’s important to him. Choso saw the exact color he wanted towards the very top, pointing up to it he said “That one looks perfect.” You started to reach towards the pastel nude pink, stretching your long arms and going on to your tiptoes, it was just out of your reach. Choso’s breath hitched when he saw your exposed abdomen, your sweater riding up as you stretched. His eyes moved down to your skirt, eyeing it as the bottom of your ass cheeks started to peek out.
You felt the heat from his body behind you suddenly, his breath tickling your ear as he softly said, “Let me help you out, y/n.” You felt your heart beating in your head when his slender fingers wrapped around your hips, lifting you enough to grab the yarn and slowly lowering you down making your skirt ride up to your hips, Choso holding your bottom to the bulge growing in his pants. Suddenly the tension broke when they heard the door chime again, “Oh that’s my fitting!”, you said breathlessly, “Uhm put this up at the front with any other color you like and put your number and design down on the paper. I’ll call you when I’m finished!” You handed him the yarn, looking up with lust filled eyes and bolted to the front of the shop. Tsk, that was starting to get really hot. You thought as you made your way to your next customer, eagerly waiting to see Choso again.
“Hello Choso! This is y/n, your scarf will be finished this evening. My shop closes at 6 but I’ll be around until 6:30/7 for you to pick it up!”
Choso read the text multiple times, starting to get excited thinking of the beautiful scarf you made. “It’ll make such a lovely gift.”, he said quietly with a small smile on his face.
A little after 6:30 you saw Choso approach the door, you quickly ran over to unlock it and let him in, excited to show him the piece you made. Locking the door behind him, you led him into the back office where the scarf was sitting packaged so sweetly in a small box. “Can I see it?”, he asked. With a nod you handed over the box, watching him pull out the long pink scarf you knitted with white tassels on the ends. “Do you like it?”, you asked eagerly. “It’s perfect, exactly what I imagined. Thank you y/n.” He said sweetly.
You felt confident and decided to ask him, “what exactly was the color match for? Just out of curiosity.” With a sly smile he approached you, wrapping the scarf loosely around your neck, “I’d love to show you.” He took your hand in his and trailed it all the way down his body, stopping at his belt. “Only if you’re comfortable seeing it, love.”, he whispered sweetly in your ear.
Looking up at him you slowly nodded your head as he continued the path he started you on, gently running his fingers through your soft hair. His bulge was tight against his pants and sprang out in relief when he got his pants and boxers down. Your mouth was slightly open observing the perfect color match of the pink to the head of his rock hard cock. Choso leaned forward pinning you to the desk, your lips practically touching, as he looked down at you saying, “We’ll color match the tassels soon princess.”
He lifted you up onto the edge of the desk, your lips meeting in a lust filled kiss, you feel his tongue gently licking your bottom lip, entering as you sigh softly. Your hands move up his neck and your fingers tangle into his dark hair as you feel him smile against your lips. He lowers you down until he’s on top of you and slowly kisses down your neck and chest, his hand moving up your dress to fondle your nipples as his other hand moves up your thigh until it reaches your wet slit.
“Already this wet for me princess?”, he cooed against your neck,” We’ve only just started.” Choso moves lower down your body, peppering your chest and stomach with kisses until he reaches your sex. Dark lust-filled eyes watch your needy expression as he goes down on you, savoring every bit of you like you were the sweetest fruit he’s ever tasted. He leans back adding his fingers to the mix making sure to never forget the beautiful pink color he’ll have his next scarf made to be. His tongue skillfully circles your clit, his moans vibrating where you’re most sensitive making you go crazy, your moans turning into the most heavenly sound he’s ever heard.
“Ahh Choso please”, you plead. “Please what y/n?”, he replies, never taking his eyes off you, “Beg for it princess.” With a moan you feel the knot in your stomach getting tighter and tighter, “Please Choso, I want to cum, so badly. Please sir!”, you say as your eyes start to roll back.
With a sexy chuckle he doesn’t stop until your legs are pressed so tightly against his head, feeling your right there he tells you, “Cum for me.” Moaning senselessly you do as he commands and releases all over his face, your chest heaving from the intensity of your orgasm. Standing up Choso wipes your wetness off of his lower lip and chin, then licking his thumb clean.
He leans over you again once more, teasing your entrance with his cock. “Beg for me princess.”, Choso says against your ear, kissing down your chin to your neck. “Please Choso, I need all of you. I need to feel you stretch me. Please.”, you plead and immediately gasp as you feel his length slide into you, only pausing for a moment to let you get used to his size. “Fuck y/n, you’re so fucking tight princess.”, Choso sighs as he pulls his hips back just to slam into your sensitive pussy again.
Both of your moans can be heard over the slapping of your bodies together. Breathlessly he looks down at you, “You look so beautiful taking my cock.” With that you start to feel a knot form again.
You wrap your legs around his waist to bring him closer into you, “Fuck Choso. Fuck fuck fuuucckkk”, you moan out as your release again around him.
“What a good girl.”, he moans out in between heavy breaths. “I’m close y/n, I’m so close.” Choso’s breath starts to hitch as you look up at him, pulling your mouth to his ear. “Cum for me.”, you whisper, your soft lips caressing his ear as he’s sent over the edge. With a moan he pulls out and cums all over your exposed abdomen.
You both stay where you are, breathing deeply until Choso goes to grab a tissue to clean you up. “Looks like this color match was perfect too.”, he says with a wink. Blushing you sit up, the scarf still around your neck, as you go to take it off he stops you, “Oh no, that’s for you. I only ever want to see that pretty pink next to your gorgeous mouth.” You blush as he strokes your cheek, his thumb moving over your bottom lip. He gasps as you begin to suck at it, “We’ll save that for next time princess. And would it trouble you to make another scarf for me? I assure you that this color match will be just as perfect.”
You both giggle as you make your way to the pink yarn, blushing as you think about the pink that will be next to his mouth when you’ve finished it.
Synopsis: bridgerton au- 22 yrs old nd have yet to marry, only to be set up in an arranged marriage to Choso ^-^
Pairing: Choso x Fem!Reader
Content: no use of y/n nor readers appearance, Choso is 26, enemies (on one side) to lovers, reader is sharp tongued and stubborn, plotttttt booooo, just a niche fic I couldnt stop thinking about ^-^, catered for a very specific audience, if you get it- YOU GET IT.
Presented to society at seven and ten. One of the many young potential brides.
You had asked your mother to allow you to wait a few years- focus on your studies instead of marrying you off. As lacking in presence as your father was, even he said, ‘Absolutely not.’
The first year had a handful of potential husbands. But none of them could nack your witty remarks towards them. Causing your second year to have an even less amount of suitors.
The second year, you were already deemed a spinster by your parents. Attending balls and only sitting on the sidelines in the very same gowns you've worn before- only ever seeing it as a meaningless affair. Only present to watch the other young ladies receive marriage offers before you did.
By the time you were two and twenty, your mother and father saw you and saw a sort of disappointment. An only child- raised and trained for marriage- and refusing to let go of the silly notion of going through life unmarried.
They blamed you- but in reality it was a mix of their inability to keep up with the fashions of the seasons. Having to re-wear dresses didn’t help you in the situation either. That and the lack of an eye-catching dowry. Seemed as though no man wanted to marry a woman with a mere four figure dowry, no matter how beautiful.
One afternoon, as you read a book in the drawing room, you sat on the couch lazily, wearing a day dress that you deemed obsolete—dressing up for no one but the servants and your mother.
And your mama spouting- “I do not know why you insist on filling your mind with nonsense.” Pacing back and forth a few feet from you.
Causing you to lower your book and look at her with pursed lips. “It is not nonsense, mama,” you snipped, lining up your eyes with the words again. “It is Shakespeare.” you muttered, a small smile curling on your lips at the look on your mother’s face.
She was about to start speaking again- only your father walked into the room with an unaccustomed smile on his lips. Almost exasperated, “And what is it you have to smile about, my lord?” your mother scoffed, sitting on the couch across from you with a sigh.
“I have found a proper suitor for your daughter,” he said, causing your shoulders to tense and your book to lower in disbelief.
“I am your daughter as well- father.” you scoffed. Lightly pinching the bridge of your nose and sitting up.
The gleam that shone on your mother’s eyes was one you hoped you’d never see. “Who?” she asked, breathless and eager to see who would finally take you from their hands.
Your father flashed his eyes to you, almost worried for the words that dared spill from his lips- “The lord Kamo.”
You closed your eyes with a soft sigh. You had been appropriately raised to not talk back to your father, but the vein that pulsed in your mind when he said that name almost made you snap at him.
Lord Choso Kamo.
To others, just another lord without a bright and shiny title. Firstborn son and heir of the Kamo name, his mother gave birth to 8 more boys- all one year apart. And on the eighth, his mother died.
His father remarried within the year, speculated with a woman he had an affair with when his mother was still alive. Giving Choso one last little brother.
And to you, three years your senior. Choso was a playful child growing up. Chasing you around- stepping on your shoes and stealing your ribbons at the various balls you would attend with your mother.
But somewhere around the time his father died, he became more serious. Now head of the Kamo family at a mere five and ten, he grew taller and more serious-faced. And no longer picked fun at you, nor chased you around. If anything, he ignored you.
Even as a child, you had developed a special kind of disdain towards him. Seeing him as an ill-raised boy, blamed for his misdeeds by your mother. “But mama- he is the one who chases me!” you would defend when she would pull you away by the arm.
And in your teen years- you would avoid him like a plague. Holding your head high as your eyes looked over at him- his eyebrows, thick and furrowed with severe eyes scanning the ballroom.
You disliked Choso not only for his actions as a child but also because he had a dismissive aura when it came to these balls—and when it came to you now, apparently. Far too mature and busy to even hold a conversation with you now.
Only once when you were four and ten did you approach him. Standing much taller than you at seven and ten, hands behind his back with a stern look in his eye.
Choso stood near the far wall of the ballroom, his eyes scanning the lively room for his little brothers. To make sure they did not stain his legacy even further than his father had.
“I think you owe me a dance, my lord,” you spoke, standing beside him but not bothering to look over at him, dressed in a dark plum suit, a color he had taken a liking to at his coming of age.
His face churned in confusion, “Owe you a dance? Whatever for.” he spoke- improper and uncaring of this supposed debt you imposed onto him.
“For stealing my ribbons and stepping on my shoes.” tilting your head slightly, so sure you were correct.
He only scoffed, walking away from you and collecting his rowling brother.
Choso’s coldness against you was upsetting. Not because you wanted his friendship but because of how improper and indifferent he was when it came to you. Not even bidding a goodbye before walking off.
In the third year you were on the market, you stood beside him once more—you, freshly twenty, and he, three and twenty. Thinking if no other man would have you, who was the Lord to deny you?
It was not as though he was the worst man of the bunch. A decent name, a decent fortune- and a better-looking face than most suitors. His only flaw was how standoffish he could be and how improper he was with you.
Yet still. You gave the man one last chance.
“You still owe me a dance, my Lord,” you spoke, watching the people dance at the center of the room. Choso looked over to you, quickly scanning the light pink gown you wore that evening, surely to attract a suitor.
Your gaze caught the bags below his eyes, a side effect of the late nights spent in his study with only candlelight illuminating the mess of books his late father left him. And his long hair tied back, giving you an unobstructed view of his strong jaw.
“Should you not be looking for a husband?” he spewed, looking back at the dancing crowd and lightly widening his eyes. Unable to see the youngest sibling he was watching.
You let out an unamused laugh, “That is what I am doing, is it not?” looking over at him with a pleased expression.
“No, you are talking to me-” he murmured. Walking off and trying to find the pink-haired sibling with a penchant for wandering off.
After that, you swore never to speak to him again. There was a spark of hatred in your heart when you saw his stupid, serious face at the balls. And when his eyes caught on yours, you would look away, uncaring if people saw. If anything, you wanted people to see your dislike for that brinking-on beastly man.
So when your father said that he- Lord Choso Kamo was to be your husband, you almost hemorrhaged on the spot.
You did not speak to your father for three days and two nights. At the dinner table, you stayed silent. Picking at your food and avoidant of any conversation. And your mother held more than enough excitement for you both. Planning the flowers, the gown- all before the Lord even proposed.
And when your father grew tired of your silence- he shouted at you to speak.
You bowed your head, tears in your eyes—“Please,” you said in a tone of voice you had not used since you were a girl. Peering your eyes up at him, full of salt water and a weary lip. You said, “Please, do not make me marry that man, father.”
Though your papa was generally uncaring when it came to what you felt. The way you looked at him- he saw a glimmer of his little girl in your eyes. The same little girl that would cling to his leg, scared of the strangers he would present her to.
Your father took your hands in his- and you were so sure he would call it off.
“I will allow you a two-week courting period.” He whispered, watching the tears spill from your eyes. “You must marry him,” he spoke your name softly.
It wasn’t until the following day you heard your father speaking to your mother- the stoic man practically in shambles at the thought of using his only daughter as a form of paying his debts.
Before the late Lord Kamo passed, your father owed him a substantial amount of money. A debt your father was still unsure how he would pay. And the news of Choso’s father's death washed over your papa as a wave of relief.
So when a six and twenty-year-old Lord Kamo wrote to your father- something along the lines of; ‘I have in my late father’s books that you owed him an undisclosed sum of money. I would like to discuss this face to face-’
Your father thought up a million things—selling off the silverware, the dresses, and letting go of the staff—but it didn’t amount to half as much as he owed.
So when your father met up with the young Lord Kamo at a gentleman's club, he was far too inebriated. Drinking to fill the uncomfortability he felt with the severity Choso imbued in his words.
“It is my understanding you have yet to marry?” your father spoke- glass half empty in his hand as he looked at the brown-haired man before him.
Choso furrowed his eyebrows, looking at the drunk man and squinting. “I have yet to.”
“Then the matter is settled. You may have—*hic* My daughter,” he said, thralling his arm around Choso’s shoulder with a happy smile. “She is well-read. And you have been friends since youth, have you not?”
Choso parted his lips to speak—“Phenomenal!” your father said, “We will discuss the technicalities later,” ending the conversation and continuing to another topic.
In Choso’s mind, he knew the impending task of finding a wife had run at him at full speed. And rather than slotting through the many carefully primped young ladies, Choso found peace in knowing if he should have to marry, let it at least be you who he does.
The least objectionable option. Finding it revolting how the many mamas would peddle their overly young daughters to grown men. Be it you- three years his junior and knowing you far better than he would know any of them.
And when your mother advised you that the Lord Kamo had asked to see you- you felt a pool of nerves and unease form in your tummy. Knowing that the two-week period your father had granted you, would begin the minute, he would come see you.
Your mother mulled over what you were to wear when he would visit. Trying to find the best option- an option that would make your beauty distracting enough to ignore your sharp tongue.
“Mama, I’ve already told you- he is not interested in marriage” you insisted- your mother ordering you to hold a dress against your body.
“Hush up.” she insisted, causing you to sigh.
Tossing a light pink chiffon gown onto your bed- “I have known him since I was a child- mama, he knows what I am like.” sitting onto your bed with a scoff, “A frilly gown I’ve worn before won’t change his opinion on me.”
Your mother shouted your name- “Your father has said that he already agreed- mouthy and far too mature as you are. Lord Kamo has agreed to marry you.” she insisted. Making your mind reel at the possibility that he only agreed to vex you, knowing him.
As your ladies maid fixed your hair- looking into the mirror and thinking of your foiled plans. Plans that had been entirely derailed simply because the Lord said ‘yes’ to marrying you.
And as you sat in the drawing room- back slouched and a bored look on your face. Your mother did not hesitate to slap your back when the footman walked in “The Lord Kamo, to see you- my lady.” he directed at you.
Straightening your back- fixing your face as you watched the man stand at the doorway. Flowers in hand and with his hair pushed behind his ears. Unfurrowed eyebrows and nervous eyes looking at you.
You rose to your feet, “My lord.” you exasperated, lowering in a half-assed curtsey as he slightly bowed.
“My lady.” he spoke- almost unsure and far too formal for the relationship you had with him.
You clenched your jaw looking at him- your mother leaning to your ear, “Be kind, and smile.” she instructed through clenched teeth. Sitting at a tea table a few paces from the couch you were sitting on.
Choso took a step towards you, holding out the bouquet. “These are for you,” he mumbled- yet another thing you disliked about him. He spoke unclear words far too often.
You plastered a false smile on your lips, reaching for them- “Thank you. My lord.” dropping the smile and holding them out for your ladies’ maid to take them. Thinking of a snide comment, only laughing softly to yourself at- ‘make sure to leave them in the sun till next week.’ you said in your mind.
“Did I say something funny?” he asked- watching you sit onto the couch and following you.
You eased your expression. “No, unfortunately you didn’t.” you spit. Hearing a slight cough come from your mother, reminding you to be kind.
Choso parted his lips to speak- “May I ask you why you agreed to marry me?” you interrupted- a hushed tone so your mother would not scold you. Eyebrows stern and determined to know his reasonings.
The Lord squinted his eyes slightly with a furrowed brow. “I have yet to ask for your hand?” he queried- as though you had the answers that you, yourself, were looking for.
“My father says you agreed to marry me in two weeks.” deadpan face looking at his confused one.
The corner of the Lord’s lip curled, “Your father was drunk when he struck that deal.”
You rolled your eyes and looked off to the side. “So you do not wish to marry me.” you stated rather than asked. So eager to hear the words- ‘I do not want to marry you.’
“I did not say that.”
You almost groaned in frustration at his words. Only your twitchy eye went unnoticed by the man sitting before you. “Then?” you pressed, pursed lips and squinty eyes awaiting his declaration- or an excuse.
“I am reaching the age to take a bride.” he started, bordering on a mumble that only frustrated you even more.
“And why not take on a well-behaved child bride-”
Choso’s expression churned in a flash of disgust. “I did not choose you,” he spoke your name in a whisper. Improper as ever- not even using your family name with a simple ‘miss’ before it.
You blinked harshly at your name callously spoken as though you were already wed.
“Your father offered-”
“And you accepted.”
“Because I have known you since I was a boy.” he defended, “I found marrying you to be simpler than carding through the many eligible young-” you sighed at his droning on. Giving you every excuse besides the one you wanted to hear.
“You also said 'yes' to this union, did you not?” he asked. You looked off to the side, scoffing at his assumption.
Intertwining your fingers together and pursing your lips, “This union is everyone’s choice but mine.” you muttered. Looking down to your hands with a frustrated look on your face.
Choso called your name again- this time in worry. Making the vein in your temple pulse from his improper tendencies. “If you do not want to marry- I will not force you to.”
“You do not know a thing.” you spouted, causing your mother to look up from the embroidery cloth to see why you were seething in your words. And Choso only smiled at your mother, assuring her it was okay.
Clearing your throat- standing from the couch and urging him to do the same. “I think it’s time for you to take your leave, my lord.” You spoke- hearing your mother stand.
“Can’t you stay for tea?” she asked- only for Choso to look at you. Mouthing a soft ‘No,’ instructing him to assure your mother that was not necessary.
The next time Choso saw you was at a ball. You stood near a wall, a pondering look on your face, an unsipped glass of lemonade in hand, and an empty dance card on your wrist.
Looking off as though you were physically here- but your mind was elsewhere.
The Lord came up to you for the first time since he was seven. Calling your name in a mutter and pulling you from your thoughts.
“Yes, my lord?” you spoke- refusing to turn and look at him.
He inhaled sharply, “Have you thought more on-”
“It is all I think about these days.”
Choso tried thinking back on the lessons he was taught as a boy- how to approach a lady and how to ask for a dance.
He parted his lips to speak- “What is it you want, my lord?” you asked, interrupting his attempts to communicate with your tone bordered on frustration.
“I owe you a dance, do I not,” speaking your name with the same thoughtlessness as he always held. You sighed, placing your glass on the table beside you.
Looking over at him with a peaked brow, “Why is it now you want to dance? Not once have you ever shown interest before.”
He scoffed softly, “I aim to court you- dancing is part of it, is it not?”
You let out an unamused laugh, “If dancing meant courting- you declined that proposition long ago, my lord.” taking a sarcastic tone, holding your head high as he furrowed his eyebrows.
Unknowing what you were talking about, Choso squinted his eyes. “Why do you speak to me in that tone?” he looked over at you, trying to recall if he had insulted you or even done something to warrant your curt behavior.
You sighed harshly, bored of this conversation- and irritated that Choso had the guts to ask that. “My mother is summoning me-” Trying to find an escape from this conversation; you chose to lie.
Turning to face him, pursed lips and your jaw slightly clenched, “Good evening, my lord.” you spat, his eyes widening and scoffing.
As you turned to walk away, he called your name- loud enough for more than enough people to turn their heads to the source. Seeing you still in Choso's presence, his face troubled as he looked at the back of your head.
The control you had in not turning around and snapping at the man, was control you weren’t sure you held. You only breathed in a small breath and continued your steps, hearing the Lord step behind you as you walked out of the ballroom.
Nodding your head 'no' as you stepped onto the terrace- breathing in the crisp evening air and clenching your jaw. Your name was spoken again, in the same uncaring tone he always held when he referred to you.
“If I have done something to offend you-” You turned around swiftly, angered by the face before you and your eye threatening to twitch.
“If? If you have done something?” you scoffed, finding it unbelievable that he didn’t even know what he did wrong. Choso turned his head, awaiting your explanation as your gloved hands balled into fists at your side.
Choso parted his lips to speak, your name falling from his lips carelessly, making you even more upset. “Please, tell me if I have done something wrong.” The urgency in his tone fell on deaf ears.
“I do not wish to speak of this any longer-” you muttered, “My Lord.” you gritted, a breath leaving his lips at the name.
“Why do you insist on calling me that?” he lightly grimaced, cringing every time you’ve ever referred to him as that.
The control you held slipping from the satin covering your fingers. “Because it is polite—something you do not harbor,” you spat, shivering at the crisp breeze brushing against your arms.
Choso furrowed his eyebrows- even more confused than before at your proclamation. You scoffed- “Do not pretend you are unaware of what I speak of.” your chest puffing and slightly spilling from the top of your gown.
You abandoned the topic, knowing he would only look at you with the same stupid expression in wait for you to further elaborate.
Turning away from Choso and placing your hands on the balcony’s edge, sighing softly before a smile crept onto your lips.
“We have yet to marry, and we are arguing already,” you whispered, looking out into the gardens with a pummeling headache.
Choso sighed, his face troubled. “I’ve already told you—if this marriage is not of your will, I shall decline your father.”
You breathed a sharp exhale from your nose at his claim, knowing it was not up to you nor him. It was a duty your own father entrusted to you.
“It is of my will.” you muttered, hearing his footsteps creep beside you. Looking out to the same view as you.
“Then why is it you hold such disdain for me?” he whispered, looking to the side of your face in worry.
Dropping the veil of anger to answer his question in earnest. “Do you remember when we were children? And you would chase me around the Easter gardens?” you asked, taking a softer tone and looking to the very same gardens below you.
“Or when you would step on my freshly polished shoes- or steal the ribbons of my hair?” Looking back to him with a soft expression- watching his face churn to a pensive one.
A small smile formed on your lips, “I was able to forgive all of that- but when I was ten and four, you declined my offer for a dance.” your mouth in taught purse, watching his lips part to defend himself.
“And when I was twenty, I offered again.” the corner of your lip curling in disbelief, “And you declined- again.”
“This is all because I refused to dance with you?” Choso asked in a half laugh.
You huffed a smile, “No, not because you declined my offers for dancing, my lord.” clenching your teeth and the seething below your skin burning in your cheeks. “Because after all of that- you somehow managed to foil my plans for the future.”
Sighing in a straggled breath, “After all of that- you agreed to marry me. And go on as though we have been friends since childhood.” You nodded in disappointment.
“But we have been-” Choso stated in almost a question.
“You bullied me in childhood. We are not friends.” You spat in a whisper, turning and taking a step away. Only for his hand to grasp onto your clothed forearm, holding you back with an amused expression.
“Bullied?” he asked in a surprised tone. “If anyone was a bully- it was you,” speaking your name and looking at your angered expression.
Choso loosened his grip on your arm, “Do you not recall? When you would pull my ears or push me?” he smiled, remembering the memories he held fondly.
“Or when I would call you 'my lady'- and you would snap at me? Tell me that was not your name- and that you were no lady?” he scoffed with an earnest smile. You furrowed your eyebrows, barely able to remember the memory he was referring to.
“If I am so horrible- why did you agree to marry me?” you whispered, the smile on his face only growing in the slightest.
His cheeks slightly flushed and daring to inch closer to you. “I do not find you horrible,” the tone he took when saying your name made your own cheeks threaten to warm. “I never have.” he smiled.
Watching your tight expression soften, you parted your lips slightly. Darting your eyes back to the ballroom and seeing a pair of debutants whispering whilst looking through the doors.
You cleared your throat, taking a step back and exhaling a shaky breath. Choso furrowed his eyebrows and looked over to where you had looked, “A dance, my lady?” he offered his hand out to you.
You took it with a sigh, what you interpreted as anger filling your cheeks. Allowing him to guide you back to the ballroom.
A hand on your waist and other holding yours, taking precise steps as your eyes avoided his. Thinking of a way to break the tension without stuttering. “If you insist on marrying me- I ask we speak of agreements beforehand,” you expressed, avoiding the gaze Choso held on you.
His hand guiding you into a waltz, “Agreements?” he murmured, snapping your eyes back to him and nodding.
“Yes, agreements. Discuss what shall happen if we marry.” you reiterated, keeping a stern brow and ignoring the wisp of a smug expression on his face.
Choso lightly smiled, “Very well.” he murmured again, making you nod your head no with heat rising in your cheeks.
“Bring freesias for my mother- and stop mumbling.” you seethed, watching his smile deepening as he heard your demands.
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(a.n) sooo niche and I overindulged I know, but I don't CARE.
yandere bodyguard!Choso x Idol darling
tw: obsessive behaviour, panty and bra stealing mentioned, oblivious reader.
(idk if you meant FLO or flo milli or if you meant something completely different but if you meant FLO you gave me a new group to listen to thank youu x)
Choso was appointed to you as your personal body guard when your group was becoming big. To you Choso seemed like a very serious, calm guy but to be real he was finding it hard to keep it together. You see before he was your bodyguard and before you group was big he was a big fan, specifically of you. He loved you voice the way you moved everything, he had a wardrobe full of photos he had collected of you, what you said your favourite candle was and your favourite gem stone and your birth stone. To this day he still has that wardrobe and is always adding stuff to it, magazines, fan card, merch and even panties and bras he was able to seal from you while on tour, which you where completely oblivious to going missing because of how busy your life rwas becoming.
Choso was upset with how busy your life has become, he was glad that you and him where now spending a lot of time together but he was upset about how much strain you where putting on your body. You sometimes skipped meals or sometimes went completely without eating for a whole day, You would forget to sleep and then push yourself extremely hard at practices like today.
Choso was keeping an extra hard eye on you, you didn't sleep and then forgot to eat breakfast he was terrified you where going to get hurt from fainting. Every few minutes he would bring you your water and asking you if you needed a break or something to eat but you always answered with the same "i'm fine Choso, you need to relax".
Choso was so focused on you he didn't notice the fan who broke in until it was to late. The fan rushed onto the stage completely ambushing you gripping you by your arms as you tried to keep a calm polite faces as your group members stepped way. With out thinking Choso rushed onto the stage ripping the fan away from you and tackling them to the floor as you and your group members where escorted away from the scene by the other bodyguards.
Later Choso found you sat up but curled into yourself it was obvious you where already overwhelmed so he just slowly crouched down next to you and making himself known with a simple "hey".
You look up at him your normal cheery playful energy was completely gone and replaced with two tired eyes staring at him. He places a hand on your back rubbing it and you relax a bit causing his heart to warm a bit.
"I don't think I'm cut out for this Choso, its to much" you say tears forming in your eyes. Choso was heartbroken you felt like that, his poor angel was dealing with so much. He pulls you into a hug which you didn't fight against which finalized his thoughts.
your needy boyfriend begs you not to go out with the girls
(spoiler alert— it doesn’t work)
“please don’t go. please? i’ll be so good…”
choso’s needy pleading went in one ear and out the other. maybe this would’ve worked in the early stages of your relationship, but a year in? really?
“babe, i made these plans a week ago, and you knew about them.” you reminded him, ignoring his whines as you fixed your hair in the mirror.
“i know…” he mumbled sadly, coming up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. he buried his face in your neck, planting a series of slow kisses along your throat.
you sighed. “this isn’t gonna work.” you muttered, glaring at him in the mirror reflection.
he pouted, his hands traveling lower and slipping under your skirt. “are you sure…?” he whispered against the shell of your ear.
“choso.” you say flatly, pushing his hands off of your thighs. “i’m leaving. you’re not making me late.”
he frowned as you turned around to face him, his expression like a kicked puppy. “will you be home late?”
“mm.. probably not too long after midnight.” you lean up to press a little kiss on his jaw, smiling sweetly.
“and you’ll call me?”
“mhm.”
“if anything happens?”
“yes baby.”
“you won’t go anywhere alone, right?”
“nope, i’ll stay with my friends.”
he just stares at you for a few moments, blinking down at you.
“… be safe.”
you nodded, leaning up to press a few more kisses around his face, making him blush.
“see you later, baby. i love you.”
“i love you too.”
~
and then he waited…
and waited…
and waited.
until he knew that you had finally come home safe.
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