Box Clever (adj.) — To act skillfully and cunningly or deceitfully to achieve a desired outcome… and perhaps with a little help from a few toys tucked inside a box.
Pairing: pervy!cho x experienced!reader
Content: MDNI, Neighbour AU, BDSM, sex toys, kink play
A box sits on your porch. It was a plain black box with no company labels or any sign of sender information. Just a discreet black box resting on the plush snow-white rug at your front door. The size of the parcel was odd too — Too tiny to be the air fryer you just ordered and too large to be a palm-sized makeup palette you carted out a week ago.
You wrecked your brain trying to recall what it was. Confusion struck you once again when you bent down to pick it up. It wasn't heavy, but a muted thud came from inside — like a few loose pieces knocking together.
Crap! Did the palette snap in half?
The unexpected sound made you panic, worried at the possibility of your dream eyeshadow palette being shattered into pieces from a rough delivery. In a frenzy, you grabbed a pen knife from your desk. The blade slid through the tape with a loud shhhk, the cardboard giving way with a massive rip.
You stared into the box, frozen — shocked not because anything was broken, but because it wasn’t even the eyeshadow palette you’d been expecting. For a moment, you stood there motionless, brain trying to process what these objects were.
Smooth, ribbed, silicone, metallic.
Then it clicked. Adult…toys?
You were baffled. You knew you sometimes absentmindedly added random products to your cart when they were on sale, but surely you hadn’t ordered these… right? There was no way.
A black silicone cock ring.
A black nylon blindfold.
A black fleshlight — ribbed, lined with raised bumps on the inside.
The only pink among the black stood out instantly. You picked it up gently. It was a soft baby pink colour, with a heart pendant latched onto the front. You traced your finger against the collar, admiring the intricate lace detailing and mini roses decorated all over it. It was adorable, almost doll-like.
Who does this even belong to?
Something scribbled in silver marker caught your eye on the box. It was cursive, written neatly in two lines —
That’s the unit across from yours.
The one where your neighbour lives. The sexy, mysterious one.
Always dressed in black from head to toe, hood pulled low over his face — just enough to reveal the faint glint of a lip piercing when the light catches it.
You’ve always wondered what he looks like properly. Without the hood. Hair tousled, soft to the touch.
You’ve seen him in the elevator a few times, but he always slips out the moment the doors open, never giving you the chance to properly introduce yourself.
The realisation hits you all at once.
A train of thoughts hit you all at once. What’s he doing with these toys? Does he have a partner? Is the collar… for her? No. That couldn't be true. He always leaves the house alone and comes back alone.
Your eyes dropped to the very-obviously torn-apart box. Embarrassment crept up your face. Shit. You’ve gotta return these. Fast.
You knocked on his door, your heart pounding so loudly you swore he could hear it.
Beep-beep-beep. His door swung open. Right across your face was Choso Kamo, the hot neighbour you’ve had your eyes locked on since he moved in. His hazel eyes twinkled at the sight of you and tilted his head slightly in confusion. He surely hasn't been expecting you out of everyone to knock on his door.
No, he worshipped you. The ground you walked on.
He loved the warm, vanilla scent you carried. He loved the way your shorts rode up your thighs slightly when you walked. He wondered what it would be like to be there, trapped between the softness, suffocating in it.
And he absolutely loved watching you apply your cherry chapstick in the elevator. He could always smell the sweet scent, and it was almost unbearable.
With every glance, obscene thoughts flooded his mind. He wondered what it would be like to taste those cherry-smeared lips, to feel them against his own, and the thought made his pants tighten.
He pulled his hoodie taut every single time he was in the elevator with you, desperate to hide the erection before you noticed. He’d then rush home, back to his bed and touch himself to the erotic fantasies of you.
“Hi! I’m Y/N” You beamed, snapping him back to reality — back to his dream girl in front of him. “I think this is yours…” You handed him the black box, plastered with your horrible attempt to patch it back up with decorative tapes. “I’m sorry about opening it. I thought it was mine…” You trailed off, eyes darting everywhere but landing on Choso’s, too nervous to see how he’ll react.
He reached out for the box, hands trembling slightly at the realisation that you've seen it all — the toys, the collar and the fact that he is a filthy pervert underneath the quiet demeanor.
“Choso, right? I’m the neighbour from #03-46.” You paused, unsure how to bring it up, but curiosity got the better of you. “I didn’t know you have a girlfriend”, you blurted out before you knew it, hands flying to your mouth in shock. You were jealous. You wanted him all to yourself. How could he —
“I don’t.” The brief response made your eyes snap back to his. “W-what? The collar?” He ducked his head, burying as much of his reddened face as he could in his hood. “That’s for… p-personal use.” Choso was so flustered that his flushed cheeks stood out against his black clothes. It was unbearably adorable.
“Personal use? What does that even mean…” You mumbled under your breath. “So, these toys… you use it on yourself? And that collar is… yours?” You stammered in confusion, trying to piece the information together.
Choso’s lips trembled slightly, ashamed of himself for being such a pervert, such a filth, such a horny loser whose image was ruined in front of the girl he wanted to impress. He remained silent, wishing the earth would just swallow him up right now.
“I could help out, you know?” You whispered. “It’s no fun doing it yourself while blindfolded.” You teased with a sly smile tugged at your lips.
His eyes shot up in shock, locking onto yours, scanning your features to see if you were pulling his leg. You weren’t. You were dead-serious and so was he. “Yeah.” He exhaled, hiding his excitement. Choso stepped aside to hold the front door open for you. “Come in.”
His apartment was exactly what you expected. Black furniture lined the living area, each piece sleek and unadorned. There wasn’t much to it, just the essentials, arranged with quiet precision. Quite the minimalist, or so you thought till he pulled a drawer open underneath his bed. Arranged neatly were rows and rows of sex toys — blindfolds, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, ropes. Each one in its own designated place. You gulped at the scene unfolding in front of you. “My collection…” Choso whispered, voice-low, almost shy. “Just for you.”
“M-me?” You swallowed, a pit of anticipation pooling in your lower abdomen.
Choso reached for the black box and carefully pulled out the blindfold and cock ring. He placed the latter gently in your palm.
“Have always wanted it to be you… please?” he whined, sitting at the edge of his bed, waiting and ready to follow your command.
You’d be lying if you weren't gaping at his body. His toned muscles were tight ridges under smooth skin, each movement flexing in a way that made your stomach flutter. You couldn’t help but wonder why he’d been hiding all this under a baggy hoodie.
You moved closer, slipping the blindfold over his eyes. Your fingers traced down his neck, lingering at his ear longer than you should. Your teeth grazed the ridge of his helix, licking and nibbling on it gently as you made your way down to his torso, moving at a deliberately slow pace on purpose. “Hngh…” Choso whimpers, already impatient from your subtle teasing touches.
After all, he’d never done this before. Night after night, as his hands fisted deep in his pants, he’d think of you, wondering how it would feel… and always hoped it’d be with you. Only you could make him feel so… “A-ah!” He gasped. The sensation of your tongue swirling around his nipple caught him off-guard. He never expected it to feel so good there. It never felt like this when he was touching it himself. The other nipple was occupied by your fingertips, gently rubbing and twisting it, till it became a rosy sensitive nub. Choso leaned into your touch, craving more and more as you trailed down toward his groin.
With one swift motion, you tugged at his sweatpants. There was no underwear, just his drippin’ wet cock slapping against his firm abdomen. Your eyes widened in shock — at him going commando, the gorgeous curve of his eight-inch cock, and the glistening red tip blushing the same shade as he was. Everything was a sight to take in.
You marvelled at him. You inched closer to take a better look. Choso was neatly trimmed, a slight bend to the right, veins running along him in a way that made your tongue itch to trace, and that length. Your breath falters as your thoughts wander, wondering how it would feel inside you. Would it even fit, or would it press so deep it leaves you breathless?
“H-hey… you’ve been… really quiet… i-is something wrong?” Choso’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you blink, heat rushing to your face as you realise just how long you’ve been staring.
“Y-yeah.” You cleared your throat before easing the silicone toy around the base of his cock. Your thumb grazed something raised on the side. Buttons? You press once, and a low whirr fills the quiet room.
Choso’s breath hitches from the sudden sensation. It sent bolts of pleasure shooting up his body. His back arched, hips pressing into the bed as every nerve screamed for more, every movement needier especially because you were watching him.
“P-please… make it stronger,” he begged, voice trembling, his cock twitching and leaking sticky drops of precum that pooled on his vinyl flooring.
You hummed in amusement, caught off guard by his pretty voice — so delicate and soft, a jarring contrast to the grim black fabrics he always shrouded himself in. Your fingers pressed the raised metal again. Click. A stronger wave of vibration pulsed through the room, an octave higher this time.
Choso’s hands fisted the sheets, body shivering with need, and you could see the way every inch of him tightened and stretched under the teasing, relentless buzz. He tips his head slightly backwards, his Adam’s apple bopping up and down with every gulp he takes. The column of his neck was as veined as his twitching cock — so pretty, so exposed, so unbearably… bare.
You remembered the pink accessory from before, and your eyes flicked to the neglected black box that sat by the bed. Quietly, you leaned over, fingers curling around the band before fastening it around Choso’s neck.
The way his breath hitched and a soft hiss escaped him the moment the cold metal touched his neck told you he hadn’t expected it. “W-what…” His words were barely a whisper, cut off as your thumb brushed over his bottom lip. You inched closer, letting your lips almost touch his ear.
“I wonder… what does the pretty boy want to do with this pretty collar?”
A soft whimper escapes him at your words, your sultry voice sending heat straight to his blushing ears. He squirms, trying to hide it, but your words have him weak.
“T-tug… Tug it, please...” You looped your finger through the collar, giving it a firm pull. He jerked forward, lips letting out a sharp whine. That reaction said everything. You pulled on his collar again, drawing his face closer before gently pressing your lips to his. His lip piercing met yours with a cold bite, a sharp contrast to the plush softness beneath. You lingered, waiting to see if he would pull away. He didn’t. Of course he wouldn’t. Poor boy’s been craving your cherry-sweet lips for ages. The sensation made him tense, as a few more hot beads of precum slipped free, joining the growing puddle between his legs.
Pressed against yours, he parted his lips slightly — an invitation you couldn’t ignore. You swiped your tongue gently over his lower lip, teasing before sliding into his mouth. A soft cry escaped him, the wet sensation sending shivers through his body as his breathing grew ragged.
Choso broke the kiss with a wet, sensual plop as he rested his forehead against yours, voice barely above a whisper. “I-I’m close… so close.” With a smirk, you hovered by his ear. “Cum for me,” you purred as you reached lower, wrapping your hand ‘round his aching cock, moving slow and steady. Up and down. Up and down.
He tensed, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tried to muffle the broken whimpers slipping past. “Mm, no… pretty boy. Let me hear you.” You cooed, tilting his chin up and sliding your thumb into his mouth, preventing him from biting down any further.
You picked up the pace, watching as he bucks into your hands involuntarily, thigh muscles reflexing with every jut. “A-ah nngh… cum- ‘m cummin’, please…” With a final jolt, he comes undone — chest heaving, body trembling and tight with tension. You held him close, your hands steady, letting him ride the overwhelming sensations until he collapsed, voice breaking as he murmured your name over and over again.
You gently removed his blindfold, fingers brushing through his fluffy hair. As your eyes met his glossy gaze, you saw tears pooling, glistening in the soft light. Gently, you traced his cheekbone with your thumb. “How was it?” you whispered.
Choso leaned into your touch, his large hands clasping yours. “It was… g-good, so good,” he panted, body still trembling slightly from the intensity.
His gaze wandered past you. “Can we… try that next?” Your eyes followed his, settling on the fleshlight in the black box. Turning back, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him — shy smile, flushed cheeks, eyes half-lidded with a mischievous glint.
Oh... he’s box clever, alright.
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A/N: GAHHHH another one for my Choso lovers!
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