Synopsis: In which Idol!Choso got fed up with a fan.
Pairing: Idol!Choso x Sasaeng!Reader
Content Warnings: MDNI. Fem!Reader. Idol!Choso. Mentions of stalking. Mentions of Dispatch. Manhandling. Creampies. Cúmplay. Choking. Face slapping. No foreplay. Dubious consent.
Idol!Choso who shows up in Incheon Airport decked out in Chrome Hearts from head-to-toe; face barely visible, hidden by a large black wool scarf and Gentle Monsters shades, amidst that continuous flashes of camera from various media outlet.
Idol!Choso who was on his way to Tokyo, Japan to promote their new comeback with a 2-Day concert and back-to-back fan meetings.
Idol!Choso who sneaks out of his Shibuya hotel, escaping the dozens of security guards scattered around the floor and lobby, to walk to the nearest convenience store.
Idol!Choso who sees you not for the first time, already knowing you’re one of his fans. Dare he says one of his sasaengs. Idol!Choso who rolls his eyes as he sees you pull out your professional camera and tried to not-so-sneakily snap his pictures from the aisle you were hiding in, “were you stupid?” he thought.
Idol!Choso who is getting fed up with your constant stalking and nonstop calling on his phone when he’s live on WeVerse, walks up to you and snatches your camera. You who barely had time to retreat before he throws your Canon EOS-1D X Mark III to the ground, cracking the lens in the process.
Idol!Choso who sneered at you and didn’t even flinch when you threatened to expose him to Dispatch with the copious amount of information you had on him from years of being his sasaeng.
Idol!Choso who just lowered his head to your level and whispered menacingly, “I don’t think you will, sweetheart”. You who had barely had time to think and prepare for what he planned to do with you.
Oh he was pissed. You can feel it in the way he’s bullying his cock inside you.
It’s been hours since he dragged you back to the hotel he’s group was staying at; not giving you enough time to gather your wits before he shoved you to the nearest wall inside his hotel room. His mouth, tonguing his way down your neck, “You fucking want this. I bet you shove those useless fingers of yours down this pussy everytime you watch me perform?”
You can’t answer, your mouth too busy whimpering as three of his fingers pushed their way through your cunt. “C-choso! Wai-no! Pleas—No!”
“You’re such a fucking liar. You pussy’s wet baby. What do you mean ‘no’?” You can see him sneering down at you as his hand wrapped around your throat stopping you from sliding down the wall. “A dirty, stalking, bitch like you enjoys this.”
That was hours ago, you already forgot how many times he fucked his fingers inside you. How many times he blew his load inside your pussy, in your tits, and in your mouth.
“T-too much. Ple-please-slow down. Fuc—“ Choso slapped you across the face, and dug his fingers into your cheeks. You could feel everything, the chunky rings digging on both sides of your cheeks. The silver chains dangling on top of you and hitting your chin as he thrusts inside you.
“Shut the fuck up! Y-you’re clenching around my cock, baby. You hear that? That’s how wet you are,” He raised your leg to his shoulders and pressed deeper, fucked you faster.
You could see the imprint of his dick on your tummy when he slides inside of you, “Fuuuuuuck! Shi—I feel so full, Cho! It f-feels so goood!” you were crying at this point, tears down your reddened cheeks, nails digging crescents on Choso’s forearms.
“Yeah? This what you want, huh?” You couldn’t answer, you think you moaned a response. Another slap landed on your cheek, moaning at the sensation. “I asked you a question, little bitch! Fucking answer or I’ll stop.”
“Don’t! Fuck! Don’t stop. I want this. I want you to fill me up. Please, please, pleaseeeee,” Word vomit was all you think you were doing, too occupied with the sensation of his cock hitting your cervix.
A sudden flash of a camera light blinded your vision. “C’mon baby. Smile like how I always do when you take pictures of me. Show me that beautiful face—fuck.”
The weight on your stomach was slowly building, tensing around Choso as you screamed for him to fuck you faster, smiling to the camera, “Cum inside. Fuck me and cum inside”
“Oh fuck—you’re so hot, let go baby. Show how you fall apart for this cock.” You felt the weight drop inside you, orgasm coursing through your body, “Oh fuuuuuuck, Chosooooo!”
“Shit—oh fuck—You’re so tight-“ You felt thick, hot cum ooze in inside your pussy as Choso buried his head in your neck. The camera showing clearly how your legs were shaking as you come down from your high. Captured how Choso groaned your name over and over again as he blew his load inside you.
“Fuck.” you mumbled, body feeling like jelly as Choso slowly lowered your leg.
You whimpered as he pulled out, grabbing the camera to record you, “Push it out for me, baby. Show me how much you took inside.” Creamy, hot, cum oozed out your cunny—giggling at how you saw Choso’s cock twitch again at the sight of your bullied pussy.
“God, you’re so fucking amazing.” He scooped some of his cum and yours with his fingers and tasted the both of you before pressing his lips to yours, allowing you to taste as well.
You felt his tongue push inside you again and his hands wandering south to play with your clit, when you pulled away and stopped him, “I have to go back. My managers will kill me if I’m not inside our hotel rooms.”
“Mmm. Stay over.” Not relenting he tried to kiss you again when you avoided his advances, “Baby, you have a concert tomorrow and we have a fan meeting.”
You laughed as he huffed and fell back to the bed, face first. You can hear him whining as you gathered your clothes, and started wearing your panties.
“It’s also almost 5AM any minute now, fans will show up at the lobby. The last thing we want is to end up on Dispatch with a dating scandal.” As an idol yourself, it’s always a risk to date around.
Choso rose up from the bed and walked towards you. “And the headline is how you wanted to role-play as a sasaeng.” He was fast enough to dodge the pillow you threw at him laughing as you tried to aim another, this time towards his face. Yeah, a scandal was the last thing you wanted.
Author's Notes: Just something my brain came up with on a random Saturday. Lol.