(uni student!choso x uni student! reader)
warnings: 18+. mdni. fem reader. alcohol consumption. weed use/smoking (choso and you). strangers to lovers. first meeting/date. intoxication (you both have one drink). kissing. making out. dry humping/grinding. fingering. praise. pet names (baby). sexual content in public/semi-public setting (car). orgasm (f & m). taco bell. SOFT choso. wc: ~4k
You were at a bar, a few months after you had just turned 21, and you were alone. It was summer break and most of your friends from home didn’t party or weren’t 21 yet.
That being said, no one said you couldn’t go to the bar alone, right?
You were only going to get one or two drinks. You were going to crash at your aunt’s place for the night and it was just a few blocks down the road. You were being a responsible twenty-one-year-old.
You sat at the bar, lemon drop in hand as you watched. Just simply watched. You weren’t in the mood to make new friends and you aren’t the type to hook up. So, you sipped your drink and watched people make eyes from across the bar to each other.
Someone slid into the stool next to you. You glance out of the corner of your eye and then you turn your body to see him more.
He was hot. Like…incredibly hot. Dark brown shaggy hair, just barely touching his shoulders, dark brown eyes half-lidded like he’s chronically tired, and a sharp, black tattoo that cuts across the bridge of his nose onto his cheekbones.
He glances at you and catches your gaze. He immediately looks away. You swear that you can see the tips of his ears go pink.
“First time here?” You tilt your glass slightly in his direction.
He blinks, clearly not expecting you to talk to him. “…Uh–yeah. Is it that obvious?”
“A little.” You shrug, a small smile pulling at your lips. “I’m having a lemon drop, if you need suggestions on what to drink.”
“I’m not really a big cocktail guy,” He says, squinting slightly to look at the drink menu behind the bar.
“Here,” You slid your copy of the menu to him, leaning a little closer.
“Thanks,” He mumbled, a soft dusting of blush on his high cheekbones, his fingers brushing yours to take the menu from you.
“From out of town?” You ask, turning your body to face him and leaning your elbow on the bar.
He nods, “Got an internship here for the summer, but I’m from farther away.”
You hum, nodding along. “What’s your name?”
He blinks again, glancing up from the menu to catch your eye. “Choso.”
You introduce yourself with a little grin, taking a sip of your drink. “Nice to meet you, Choso.”
“Likewise,” Choso says, holding your gaze for a moment too long before flagging the bartender down to order a drink.
You make small talk for a while, asking about his major, where he’s from, and what college he goes to…boring shit. Well, not really that boring since you were interested in him…you get the vibe.
He asked you what you like to do outside of school.
“I go to the gym, hang out with friends, take a lot of naps, and play video games with my friends.” You answered, now on your second drink.
Choso perks up, “Video games? Like what?”
“Oh, I don’t actually play any. I’m so horrible at video games, but I really like to watch people play. Like, I’ve been watching my friends play Resident Evil.”
His jaw opens and his pretty brown eyes turn into liquid chocolate, “You like Resident Evil?”
“Yes, a lot actually,” You giggle, a little shyly and take a sip of your drink.
Conversation flows after that. Choso is more open and seemingly a bit less nervous and awkward. You both talk about games, music, movies, etc.
Both your drinks were empty now and they have been for a while. You were getting a little sleepy, but you were having fun!
Choso was not only just a pretty face, but you also had a lot of shared interests. It was refreshing.
He notices your eyes are lidded, your body heavy like you’re moving through molasses.
“Hey, wanna grab something to eat?” He offered, standing up and stretching his arms above his head, exposing a sliver of toned abs and a dark, happy trail.
“Sure,” You agreed with a quiet yawn, going to stand up until he reached his hand out to you. You looked up at him with a smile before placing your hand in his.
He led you out of the bar (after paying for both your drinks…cheeky bastard) and opened the passenger side.
“How does Taco Bell sound?”
You gave him a look and nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.”
He smiled and soon, you were off to Taco Bell with your playlist vibrating through his speakers. You hummed along to the song as he drove, comfortable silence hanging in the air.
Normally, you wouldn’t get in a car with a guy you just met, but you were hungry and could not say no to Taco Bell.
When you got your food and parked at a quiet, dark area of the lot, he offered you a joint. “You care?”
You shook your head, “Only if you share.”
Choso quirks a corner of his lip, “Of course.” He lights the blunt, taking the first pull before handing it to you.
“Damn,” You cough out, reaching for your Coke. “Shits strong as fuck.”
He laughs, the sound raspy and deep and so sexy. “I know, so go easy on it.”
Deftones plays through his speakers as you eat, not needing to fill the silence as the weed begins to hit your system and making you melt into the seat.
“You good?” Choso asks softly, his fingers reaching for your hand to fiddle with your rings. Your breath hitches slightly at the casual contact. (He knows what he’s doing…)
“Mhm,” You hum, watching his movements. The moonlight shone in through his windshield, making your skin glow and your eyes bright.
“You look really pretty like this. In the moonlight and relaxed,” He whispers, letting his fingers entangle with yours.
You smile, blushing from his words and his touch. His hand was warm.
Neither of you say anything for a moment.
Deftones hum softly through the speakers, the bass vibrating faintly through the seat. Choso’s thumb traces slow circles against your knuckles—absentminded— like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. You watch the movement for a second before glancing up at him.
He’s already looking at you.
Your breath catches a little.
Choso seems to realize he’s been staring and immediately looks away, the tips of his ears turning pink again.
“Sorry,” he murmurs, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand.
You huff a quiet laugh. “You apologize a lot.”
His gaze flickers back to you, softer this time. Silence stretches again, but it feels different now—thicker somehow.
Your eyes drop briefly to his mouth. When you look back up, he notices. His fingers tighten around yours just slightly.
“Can I—” he starts, then stops himself.
You tilt your head. “Can you what?”
He exhales slowly, like he’s working up courage.
You barely manage to nod.
His eyes flick down to your mouth before lifting to meet your gaze again.
Choso lets his lips brush yours, just a whisper of heat and breath between you. For a second, he doesn’t move. Like he’s testing the moment, like he’s making sure you’re really there.
The car is quiet except for the low hum of Deftones through the speakers.
He leans in again, pressing his lips to yours more firmly this time.
You inhale sharply, your lips parting instinctively as his free hand comes up to cradle your cheek. His thumb rests against your skin as he tilts your head slightly, deepening the kiss.
You lean into it, the center console digging into your belly and making you tense slightly. Choso breaks the kiss, both of you breathing a little heavier. He looks at you—pupils blown out and the light of the moon reflected in his pretty brown eyes.
He slides his hands down your hips and lifts you right into his lap.
You gasp—the sound loud in the thick air of his car. (When did he move his seat back??)
Choso’s hands land on your waist, pulling you into his space and guiding your back in an arch. You stare down at him, lips parted, and your hands on his shoulders. You could feel his muscles trembling under your fingers, from either need or nervousness—probably both.
You look at each other. Memorizing every expression the other makes. Choso cups your jaw and pulls your lips to his, kissing you with a tender desperation like he needed you so bad and had to physically restrain himself.
You matched his intensity, your hands curling into his long, brown hair and tugging lightly on the strands. He groans into your mouth and you quickly swallow up the sound while repeating it.
Choso pulls you closer, your chest brushing against his and making your nipples perk up. You could feel your body heating up, making your skin tingle under his touch. His hand trails up from your waist to the underside of your breast, teasing his fingers with the weight of it. You gasp softly and the sound makes his hips grind up in a quick, instinctive movement. Your hips jump too, grinding down and making both of you moan.
You pull away, your cheeks flushed, lips swollen, and glistening in the low lighting. You breathe together, chests brushing and Choso slides his hand up higher, the tips of his fingers brushing against your nipple and tweaking it gently. He keeps his eyes on you. Your lips part in a quiet sound and your hands grip his shoulders.
“This okay?” he murmurs, keeping one hand on massaging your breast while the other holds your waist from under your shirt.
“Mhm,” you hum, your hands trailing from his shoulders to his neck and back, feeling his muscles tense and so warm beneath your touch.
“I promise I don’t normally do this,” he says as he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to the column of your throat, nipping at your pulse point before sucking gently.
“Me either,” you breathe out, nails digging into his shoulders and forcing yourself to release the grip when he hisses quietly.
“You’re just so…pretty and I like talking to you,” Choso whispers into your skin, nipping under your ear before trailing kisses to your lips and capturing them once more.
You trailed your hands back up to his neck, cupping his jaw on either side, tilting his head to the side to deepen the kiss. You sweep your tongue against his lower lip, swallowing down his surprised groan and nibbling on the swollen flesh.
“Fuck,” he gasps, your lips parting in a smile before kissing him deeper. You could feel his hard cock pressing up against your cunt, even with the layers of pants between, your arousal soaking through your panties and making your head a little dizzy with need.
Between the weed and the smell of his cologne, you were fighting for your life.
You lightly ground down on his erection, his hands gripping your hips harder as a desperate sound falls from his lips into yours.
“This okay, baby?” you ask, staring down at him, your eyes lidded from the weed and the moonlight illuminating your silhouette.
Choso stares up at you like you hung the very moon that is making you glow like a goddess above him.
“Y-yes,” he stammered out, one hand on your hip and the other tucking a piece of hair behind your ear.
You grind down a little harder—lips parted—the flesh red and swollen from his kisses.
“Shiiiiit, baby,” he whimpers, his hands grabbing your ass to encourage your grinds. “J-just like that, please.”
You grab one of his ringed hands, guiding it between your thighs to press right where your clit is throbbing in your pants.
His brown eyes snap up to yours, wide in surprise. You nod, pushing his thumb a little harder in encouragement.
You were going to ruin this man.
Choso lets out a shaky exhale but listens to your unspoken command, rubbing his fingers against the warm fabric. You shuddered above him, hands gripping his biceps as you leaned a little further into the touch.
”You can touch me properly, Cho,” you murmured, letting out a quiet breath. He looks up at you for a long moment, searching your gaze.
One hand slides up from your waist to your shoulder blades and the other helps you out of your pants, throwing them to the passenger seat.
He doesn’t wait anymore, both hands grabbing the fat of your ass to grind your hips along his jeans, your arousal soaking the lace of your panties.
“You’re so warm…so pretty like this,” Choso breathes out, his pupils blown out as he stares down at your hips, his fingers trailing along the waistband. He wasn’t even trying to be a tease, just feeling your soft skin and the lace.
“Choso–“ you whispered as his fingers moved, sliding under your panties to finally touch your pussy.
He exhales sharply, his pupils blowing out further if that's possible as your arousal coats his fingers, sliding them easily through your folds. His pointer and middle finger gently rubbing your clit, the nub throbbing and swollen.
“So wet, baby,” he murmured, his lips brushing the edge of your ear. “I can’t believe this is just for me.”
He slides his fingers deeper, teasing your entrance before slipping his middle finger in. You gasped softly, your forehead falling onto his shoulder as your walls clenched his finger tightly, making him hiss.
His metal ring is freezing against your heated flesh as he begins to gently thrust it in and out, curling the tip of it upward to find that spongy spot behind your front walls.
“Cho–” the sound is punched out of your lungs as he slides another finger in and hits that spongy spot inside.
The air inside the car was stifling, thick with the scent of lingering marijuana, the salty aroma of Taco Bell, and the heavy, intoxicating musk of Choso’s cologne. Every time you ground your hips against him, a fresh wave of heat rolled through you, making the cool night air outside the windshield feel a million miles away.
“Doing so good for me…” you whispered into his ear.
Choso’s breath was hitched, coming in shallow, uneven stutters that fanned against your neck. His fingers gripped your hips, then loosened their hold like he was fighting to hold you as close as possible and trying to be gentle. He looked wrecked; his dark hair was a mess from your fingers, and his eyes were dark, blown wide with a hunger that made your stomach flip.
"You're gonna be the death of me," he rasped, his voice dropping an octave, sounding raw and strained. Choso leaned forward, burying his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling deeply as if he were trying to memorize your very scent. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin just below your ear, sending a jolt of pure electricity straight to your core.
You managed to let out a choked moan, grinding your hips a little harder into his fingers.
He shifted beneath you, his movements uncoordinated in his haste, and you felt the friction of his denim against your soaked panties. The sensation was almost too much; the high was peaking, making every touch feel amplified, every sensation a roar in your ears. He pulled back just enough to look up at you again, his expression a mix of intense longing and a desperate sort of reverence.
“You’re so perfect,” Choso whispers into your jaw, pressing kisses to the skin there.
“Touch my clit,” you command breathlessly as his fingers continuously hit your g-spot and curl them to glide over every sensitive nook inside your cunt.
Choso’s eyes darken, a low, guttural sound vibrating in his chest at the command. He’s been a little hesitant, a little too careful with you, but the way you’re looking at him lidded, hazy, and utterly wanting seems to strip away the last of his restraint.
His hand shifts, his thumb sliding out from the slick heat of your folds to find the swollen, sensitive nub of your clit. He begins to rub in slow, heavy circles, the friction of his thumb perfectly synchronized with the rhythmic, deep thrusting of his fingers inside you. The sensation is overwhelming; the combination of the internal pressure hitting your g-spot and the external friction sends white-hot sparks dancing behind your eyelids.
"Like... like this?" he murmurs, his voice trembling. He’s watching your face with an almost unnerving intensity, tracking every twitch of your lips and every flutter of your eyelashes. He increases the pressure, his thumb pressing harder against you, catching the sensitive underside of your clit as he moves.
“Yeah, baby. It's perfect,” you groaned, the sound low and primal in your chest.
Choso’s breathing is a mess of staccato gasps, his face flushed a deep, handsome red. He leans up, capturing your lips in a kiss that tastes of desperation and heat, his tongue tangling with yours as he continues to work his hand between your thighs. He’s relentless now, his fingers curling deeper inside you, finding that sweet spot over and over again until you feel your muscles beginning to quiver in anticipation of the peak.
Your thighs tremble around his hips as you begin to ride his fingers, meeting his thrusts as you gasp into his mouth, where he eagerly swallows up the sound.
He groans. “Never. ‘M never stopping…”
Choso slides another finger inside, stretching out your entrance with three fingers now and you let out a choked-out gasp, nails digging into his biceps.
He nearly moans at the sound of your moan and has to let go of your hip to press his palm into his hard cock to not cum in his pants.
The sensation of his fingers stretching you, combined with the relentless, heavy pressure of his thumb against your clit, is driving you toward a cliffside. You can feel the build-up in your lower belly.
Choso is watching you, his own face a mask of pure, unadulterated devotion and lust. He sees the way your eyes roll back, the way your jaw tightens, and he knows. He leans his head back against the headrest, his chest heaving, his free hand still white-knuckled as he grips his own length through his denim, trying desperately to stay composed enough to finish the job.
"That's it... just like that..." he whimpers, his voice a broken thread of sound. He picks up the pace, his fingers curling sharply inside you, hitting that spongy spot with a rhythmic, punishing precision that shatters your remaining control.
The orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, sudden and violent. Your entire body arches, your back bowing as a loud, uninhibited cry is torn from your throat. Your internal muscles clamp down on his fingers in a series of frantic, rhythmic pulses, milking him as you shudder uncontrollably. You feel the heat of your release spilling over his hand, soaking his skin and the fabric of his pants.
Choso lets out a choked, strangled sound halfway between a sob and a moan as he watches you come. He doesn't pull away; instead, he holds you through the tremors, his fingers still moving slightly within you, catching the tail end of your contractions. He looks completely wrecked, his eyes shimmering with a mix of awe and exhaustion, as if he’s just witnessed something holy.
“So good, so good, baby.” he coos into your ear, helping you through the rest of your aftershocks, flicking your clit until your hips buck in sensitivity.
You pull your face from the crook of his neck–your eyes lidded, cheeks flushed, and lips parted–as you try to catch your breath from the intensity of the orgasm.
Choso looks up at you, the moonlight catching the dark pools of his eyes as he searches your face, either tattooing your beautiful expression into the backs of his eyes or making sure you’re okay.
The silence that follows is heavy, filled only by the sound of your synchronized, ragged breathing and the distant, muffled bass of the Deftones. The interior of the car feels warmer now, the air saturated with the scent of sex and the sweet, hazy remnants of the weed. You feel heavy, your limbs like lead, but a warm, satisfied glow radiates from your core, making you feel floaty and unanchored.
Choso’s hand remains between your thighs, his fingers still slick and warm from your release. He looks utterly dazed, his hair a chaotic mess and his lips swollen from your kisses. He watches you with such profound tenderness that it almost makes your heart ache, a look of pure, unshielded adoration that feels far too intimate for a car parked on a quiet street.
As your breathing finally begins to level out, an idea sparks in your mind. You want to give back. You want to feel him react the way you just did.
"Your turn..." you murmur, your voice a low, raspy shadow of itself. You shift your weight, your hips brushing against his as you reach down toward the waistband of his jeans, your fingers grazing the hard, pulsing heat of him. "Let me... let me take care of you, Cho."
At the suggestion, Choso’s entire face flushes a deep, dusty rose. He lets out a soft, embarrassed huff of a laugh, his eyes darting away for a second before returning to yours, shimmering with shyness. He reaches up, his hand trembling slightly as he catches your wrist, not to stop you but to gently guide it back to your hip.
"N-no, baby...it's okay," he stammers, his voice small and sweet, lacking its usual depth. He swallows hard, a bashful, lopsided smile tugging at the corner of his mouth as he gestures vaguely toward his lap. "I...I already came. Just from watching you...just from you being so beautiful."
The confession hangs in the air, sweet and heavy like the scent of the night. Choso looks so incredibly bashful, his gaze dropping to your collarbone as he tries to hide the heat in his cheeks. He’s just a man completely undone by you.
You just want to eat him up.
He reaches up, his fingers tracing the line of your jaw with a lightness that feels almost sacred, as if he’s afraid that pressing too hard might make this all a dream.
"Really?" you murmur, a soft, lopsided grin spreading across your face. You lean down, pressing a lingering, tender kiss to his forehead, then his nose, before finally catching his swollen lips in a slow, sleepy peck.
Choso hums into the kiss, a contented, vibrating sound. He pulls you closer, tucking your head under his chin so you can rest against his chest. You can hear the steady, thumping rhythm of his heart, slowing down from its frantic pace. His hand moves in slow, soothing circles on your back, his touch grounding you as the high settles into a comfortable, warm hum.
For a long time, neither of you has spoken. You just exist in the quiet, the only sound being the soft lilt of the music and the occasional rustle of fabric. The intimacy is overwhelming, but it's a gentle kind, the kind that makes you feel seen in a way you weren't expecting.
Eventually, Choso shifts. He pulls back just enough to look at you, his expression turning a little more serious, though the softness remains in his eyes. He looks like he’s been rehearsing something in his head, his thumb nervously stroking the skin of your hip.
“Can I have your number?”
a/n: this was written like in march in honor of my 21st birthday and i finally just finished it. hope you enjoyed sweet and down bad choso
