thinking about yandere!choso (18+)
he’s still relatively new to human life and adapting to the world (he’s trying his best) so really, he doesn’t know that what he is doing is necessarily wrong; all he knows is that he really likes you!
you brushed it off and just a small crush at first. his lingering stares and observant gaze, watching you like a hawk- it was actually pretty cute, and you never took a second thought over his wordless advances. and then he became..less subtle. yuji had expressed to him that if he wanted to know the way to your heart and embrace himself within it, he had to make you feel loved.
his gestures started off small, at first. a measly declaration of love, a single red rose on your doorstep. it was already wilted by the time you saw it, dirt residue lingering on your doorstep, but the thought was there, really. when you accepted the rose into your home, he was ecstatic to see you were accepting him. he took it as you reciprocating his advances, even if you didn’t know it was him yet.
so he became less subtle in his ways. a hand crafted love note. it was a little weird, but sweet. his handwriting was messy and jumbled, but his words were clear (minus the couple of spelling mistakes.) soon enough, the letter was residing in your bedroom drawer.
choso was confused when you came to him, gushing about your mystery admirer. he thought that he had made it so obvious it was him! who else would leave a purple box of expensive chocolates on your desk? you really had to know purple was his favourite colour, right?
yuji wasn’t startled when choso came to him in a frenzy. all he knew was that his brother had good intentions! so yuji suggested that he had to be really obvious. if you liked him back, then there would be no problem! choso took this a different way then to what yuji had really meant. not a romantic date or such, but he thought he had to fully submerge himself into your life. you would love it, because he just knew that you liked him back!
so imagine how startled you were when you got home after a particularly exhausting mission, just to see a bag that you knew definitely wasn’t yours sitting beside your coat rack, a new pair of shoes that were too big to ever be considered yours, and belongings scattered everywhere of interests that weren’t your own! the house was quiet so whoever had done this must have left already, you assumed.
what you didn’t expect to see, was a sleepy choso, sprawled out beneath your cozy covers, a cloth of flimsy material held close to his face, drowning himself in your scent, submerging himself fully in you and your space.
everything was a mess- your draws pulled out, panty drawer rummaged through and ruined. a few pairs were stranded all over the floor, a few on the foot of your bed. one in choso’s delicate hand. scrunched up tightly in his grip like a vice.
choso didn’t just want your innocent love, but he wanted you primally, too. his love was infectious, overwhelming, showcased within the wet spot on your soiled panties, and the goeey wetness dripping down his hand.
choso hadn’t been in an innocent slumber in your bed for long. no, before your arrival he had fucked his fist ravenously with your panties, moaning and whining such pretty primal sounds and confessions of his love, confessions that rooted so deep within his heart and body, like the blood in his veins and the beating of his heart. from the first ever day he met you, he knew his heart only beated for one reason- you. so he knew that meant that you were his soulmate, the only one for him- so he had to be the only one for you, too!