Art Hoe Ch. 2 - Party Animal
pairing: classmate!jean x female!reader , classmate!choso x female!reader, classmate!jean x female!reader x classmate!choso
warnings(not chapter specific): 18+, mdni, sexually explicit content, use of y/n insert, eventual smut, friends to lovers, porn with a plot, college au, jjk x aot crossover, art student jean, art student choso, love triangle, multiple partners, jealousy, possessive, mutual sexual tension, grinding, teasing, oral(f + m receiving), mdom, fingering, aggressive sex, unprotected sex, neck holding (slight choking), hair pulling, slapping, multiple orgasms(f + m), eiffel tower
summary: First week of class? Down. Now, to tackle your first college party. What could possibly go wrong?
a/n: hi guys! this story looks like its going to be about 3 chapters long. thanks for reading and hope you enjoy🫶🏽!
word count: 4.3k
Two days has never felt longer. You’ve been so excited for the party today that everything else has felt like a chore. Your schedule today was clear, because all of your classes are Monday through Wednesday. On Thursday you spent half of the day picking through clothing and hating everything you saw, so you decided it was time to go shopping. But first things first, Muffin Tops.
You had really enjoyed the food and coffee there, but you really liked it because Choso was there a lot. Both of your schedules were similar, so Thursdays and Fridays you saw each other around campus, but you haven’t really talked much. Just a few waves and polite smiles.
You call Reese and ask her if she wants to come with you, and she agrees. When you arrive, you look for Choso, but he’s not there, so you just sit and wait. Reese meets you at the cafe, and you two start brainstorming outfits. You had the brilliant idea that you should dress each other, and Reese was ecstatic. Your aesthetics were very different. Reese was more alternative, and you were more girly, so you thought it would be a fun way to try new styles. It was so much fun having a girl friend who wasn’t afraid to try new things.
Thank god there was a shopping center close to the college, because neither of you had a car. It was about a 15-minute walk from the school, so not too bad. The first store to catch your eye was called Stitches Galore, and they had everything. Literally everything; it was like an endless thrift store. The place was huge; there had to be a million pieces of clothing in there.
“Wow!” you hear Reese say as she looks around in awe.
“I know. This place is amazing!” you reply.
You decide to split up so that the outfit is a surprise for the other person. Both of you walk past each other several times pretending not to be peeking, but you definitely were.
For Reese, you wanted to do brighter colors like pinks and yellows. You spot a denim skirt with white layered ruffles on the end and immediately snatch it up before she can see what it was. Now you just need a top, shoes, and some accessories.
Maybe I’ll pick a white top…
While rummaging through the racks of shirts, you hear Reese squealing and you shoot her a look.
“Oops,” she says laughing and covers her mouth.
She is making you nervous about what she has picked for you, but you keep looking for a top and you finally land on a white lacy babydoll top. All that was left to get was shoes and maybe some accessories. You stroll over to the shoe section, and the shelves are packed. The main goal here was to find the perfect pair of heels, preferably pink. You looked for a smaller heel because obviously there was going to be lots of drinking and you didn’t want your friend to break her neck. Once the heels are acquired, you head over to find a belt, which is going to be yellow for a splash of color. Then you see a pink beret and grab it. Now the outfit is complete, so you walk to the register to check out. While you wait for Reese to finish up, you walk around and look for yourself.
You spot Reese walking to the register so you go back to the front and wait for her. The walk back to the dorm felt much faster than walking to the store. Jean was walking toward the cafe when he saw you and waved.
“Hey, y/n,” he shouts and continues towards you.
Reese takes your bags. “I’ll meet you at your room.”
You return the wave to Jean. “Hi.”
“Are you excited for tonight?” He asks, sounding pretty excited himself.
“Duh! But there is one small favour I need to ask you.” You start feeling a tad bit embarrassed even though you haven’t asked anything yet.
“Go for it.”
“How are you getting to the party?”
“Um…driving?” He says raising a brow.
“Could I maybe ride with you? And my friend, could she ride too? Pretty please!” You give a fake pout and flutter your eyes at him.
“Yeah, of course. You know you don’t have to be nervous to ask me anything. Whatever you need, if I can help, I will.”
“You’re awesome." You leap onto him, wrapping him in a tight hug.
He is so warm, and he smells so good.
He hesitates but wraps his arms around you and gently squeezes. “It’s no problem, really.”
You let him go and ask him for his phone. He obliges, and you put your number in it and then hand it back.
“Just text me when you get ready to head out.” You wave goodbye and hurry back to the dorm.
Reese was sitting on the couch on her phone. She grabs her bag and gives it to you.
“Hurry up, I want to see what it looks like,” she says.
“Oh! My bad for getting us a ride, I guess.”
She shakes her head and points to your bedroom. You sigh and head to your room. You dump the contents of the bag onto your bed, not knowing what to expect. There were a lot of dark colors, which really wasn’t your style, but you were going to make it work. You grab a black piece of fabric that has some holes in it.
What is this?
You turn it in your hands a few times before you realise it’s a dress. Once you find what you think is the neck, you slip it on. It actually doesn't look that bad. The holes lined up on either side of your hips, and it was backless. You grab what looks like fishnets off of the bed and put them on, then slip on the red heels. She picked a red bow that would later go in your hair. You take a look at yourself in the mirror before you walk out.
Damn, I look good.
You stop at the end of the hallway and attempt to do your best runway walk into the living room. When you get in front of Reese, you give a twirl and put your hand on your hip.
“I wasn’t gay five seconds ago, but now I’m questioning it,” she says.
“Shut up!” You punch her arm and gesture for her to get up.
“Your turn,” you sing as you grab your bag and give it to her.
She laughs and heads back into your room. After about 5 minutes she comes out looking rather defeated.
“It’s so pink." She frowns and drops her shoulders. “I’m just kidding! It’s super cute. I love the sleeves; they make me feel like I have wings." She flaps her arms around and then sits on the couch besides you. The two of you talk for about an hour, then you decide you should probably get ready.
You were going to do Reese’s hair and makeup and vice versa. Her hair was going to be in two low curled pigtails. The makeup was going to be a light glam look with pink eyeshadow. Once you were happy with your look, you let Reese start on hers. She finishes right on time because Jean texts you that he is waiting for you outside. You both head out to the parking lot and see Jean leaning against his car. He looks up and almost drops his phone.
“What’s wrong with you? " You laugh.
Jean didn't say anything, but he was getting a little hard just looking at you.
“Nothing, you guys just scared me a little is all." His voice cracks, and he tries to clear his throat.
He makes his way to the other side of the car, opening the door for you and Reese. You both chose to sit in the back, so it wasn’t awkward the entire car ride.
“Seatbelts!” Jean demands.
“Geez, you sound like a dad.”
Jean pulls out of the parking lot and heads to the party. After what felt like forever, you finally hear some music and see cars lined up on the street. The house was huge. It was basically a mansion. Jean parks in the first open spot he finds and opens the door for you to get out. He holds out his hand for you to grab onto and gives you a soft smile. Trying not to be rude, he does the same for Reese, and then the three of you make your way to the front door. Once it opens, the smell of cologne, cheap perfume, and pot hits you like a brick. The music was so loud that you couldn’t hear anyone unless you were directly in their ear. It was exactly like you had always imagined. Couples making out in the corners, drinks spilt on the floor, and flashing lights pulsing to the music.
This is intense, you think as you look around, and then you spot a familiar face.
“Choso! I thought you weren’t coming. "You walk over to him, throwing your arms around his neck.
“Yeah, well, you did basically call me a loser yesterday, so I had to prove you wrong,” he said, returning the hug, letting his hand linger on your lower back a second.
Reese sees you and walks over, but she looks annoyed.
“What the hell are you wearing?!” Choso nearly spits out his drink when he sees her.
“Uh, do you two know each other?” You step back to put some distance between you and Choso.
“Unfortunately. He’s my older brother, but he acts more like my father. " Reese shoots him a pointed glare.
“It’s not my fault you can’t behave,” Choso retorts and rolls his eyes.
All of a sudden the music goes quiet and someone shouts from the other room, “Body shots!” Reese grabs your hand, practically dragging you into the next room while Choso and Jean follow behind. You see a bottle on the floor with people already making a circle around it. Following suit, the guys sit on the “guy side” of the circle, and you and Reese sit on the “girl side”.
“So the rules are simple. You spin the bottle, and whoever it lands on is the person you have to take the shot off of.” A tall blonde was standing on the counter, and you assume he was the one throwing the party.
He hops down and places the bottle in the center of the circle. He points directly at Reese. “You’re up.”
You nudge her shoulder to push her towards the bottle. She grabs it reluctantly and gives it a spin. It spins for about 5 seconds before it lands on a long-haired guy, who doesn't look particularly interested in the game. He stood and walked to the counter, lying down on his back. Reese grabbed the salt and sprinkled it from his pant line to his belly button. She proceeded to grab a bottle and pour a small amount into his belly button.
That’s kind of gross, but I guess once you drink enough, you don’t really care.
Reese leans over, placing her tongue on his stomach and tracing it along the line of salt and slurping up the alcohol. She swallows and turns to the crowd and blows a kiss. The guy stands up, and you can see his face is flushed, but he hurries back to his spot, and Reese laughs as she sits back down.
“That’s crazy. You mean I have to do that?” You ask nervously.
“I mean not exactly like that, but something along those lines.” She replies, giving you a reassuring smile.
You look at Choso, who was currently angrily staring at the guy who had just sat back down. Then you look at Jean and see he was a bit too eager to get his hands on the bottle. Reese passes you the bottle and you spin it. The thought of it landing in either Jean's or Choso's was nerve-racking; you basically had to close your eyes, waiting for the bottle to stop. You open your eyes and see the neck of the bottle pointing directly at Jean.
Oh fuck!
You must have been staring because Reese gives you a small push to get going. Jean holds out his hand to help you up. You take it and make your way to the counter. Jean lies down and slides his shirt up, revealing his perfect body. His defined abs were practically shining in the light of the party.
“I’ve never done this before,” you whisper.
“It’s ok y/n, I promise. Just do what you’re comfortable with.” He smiles and gives you a nod.
You proceed to do as Reese had done, but you like to chase your drinks with something, so you grab a lime and bring it to Jean’s mouth.
“Is this ok?” You ask.
“You can do whatever you want,” he says, smirking.
You place the lime in his mouth and move back down to his stomach. You take a deep breath and bring your tongue to his skin, and you feel him tense up underneath you, his breath getting heavier as you make your way up. You see his fists ball up as he resists the urge to move. Once you reach his belly button, you suck the alcohol out and swallow. You then bring your mouth to his and grab the lime with your teeth, purposely catching a small part of his lip. Jean’s breath hitches and his eyes widen. You suck the juice out of the lime and toss it in the trash, then make your way back to your seat.
"Ok, girl!” Reese teases you.
You roll your eyes and laugh. Jean hasn’t stopped looking at you since you sat down. You mouth to ask if he’s ok, and he gives an enthusiastic thumbs-up. The rest of the girls go, and now it’s the guys' turn. Jean’s turn came sooner than expected, and he spun the bottle a little too hard. It lands on another guy.
“No way! I want to spin again!” He demands.
“Rules are rules, bro; you have to do it.” The guy who threw the party looks at Jean and points towards the counter.
Jean slowly gets up and grabs the bottle. The guy lying on the counter closes his eyes as if trying to pretend that this wasn’t happening. Jean takes the bottle and pours some into the guy's belly button. He chooses not to use anything else and just goes straight into the alcohol. He quickly slurps it out and shakes his head once he’s done. It was funny watching him look so embarrassed. He looked cute when he was flustered. A few more guys go before it is Choso’s turn. He grabs the bottle and spins it effortlessly. He looks at you as if telling the bottle where to go. Your stomach flips as you see it come to a stop and point at you.
I’m going to die here, you thought as you looked at the smirk growing across his face.
He walks to you and grabs your hand, leading you to the counter. He grabs your waist gently but firm enough to lift you up onto the counter.
“No hello first? "You tease.
“I think we both know that you don’t care that much.” He says while positioning you to his liking.
Choso takes your arm and places it so that your collarbone creates a divot.
“Stay just like that for me y/n.” He says, pushing your hair behind your ear.
Oh shit. That’s hot.
He grabs the salt and sprinkles it along your sternum, then takes the bottle and pours the liquid into the divot created by your collarbone. He takes a lime and puts it in your mouth. Choso winks and smiles before getting on top of the counter to straddle you. Without breaking eye contact, he brings his mouth down to your chest and plants a kiss just above your dress. He moves his lips down to your sternum and puts his tongue on your skin. The contact was enough to make you shiver. Goosebumps spread across your body as his warm tongue ran up your chest. Your stomach was in knots and your breathing was erratic. Choso, taking his sweet time, finally makes it to your collarbone and starts sucking the liquid off of you while also sucking your skin. He nips at the tender spot before taking the lime from your lips and squeezing the juice into his mouth. He climbs off of the counter and helps you down. The crowd starts cheering and clapping.
“How was that for hello?” He says, smirking.
“Um yeah. That was, um... yeah. Yeah.” You couldn’t think straight. Your brain was all over the place. You felt dizzy. Thank god Choso was helping you, because you probably would’ve fallen. You sit back down and try to relax, but you can’t. Between Jean staring at Choso with jealousy written all over his face and Choso sitting there acting like he didn’t just do that, you didn’t know what to think anymore.
“What the fuck was that?” Reese grimaced and looked between you and Choso.
"I-I don’t know? He’s never been like that with me before, I swear.” You say as the next person spins the bottle.
"Well, whatever it was, that guy over there didn’t seem to like it very much." She tilted her head towards Jean. You could tell he was upset, but he didn’t make it easy to see. His eyes were sharper and his smile was no more.
The game finally ended, and everyone dispersed back into smaller groups. Reese, Choso, Jean, and you had come back together. It was a bit awkward until Reese started teasing Jean about having to take a shot off of another guy.
“Will you guys shut up?” Jean scowled. "It's not like I wanted to do that.”
“Ok, ok,” the three of you responded in unison.
After a few more drinks you start to loosen up a bit, and you and Reese start dancing. The two of you are mostly dancing on each other, occasionally bumping into whoever happened to be there. Jean and Choso stand to the side and attempt to make conversation. Jean still looked upset, but he was being civil, or at least it looked like it. You watched as Choso walked back to the kitchen for another drink. While dancing, you and Reese made your way around the room, and you tried to turn and tripped over a foot. You slammed into the person, and you fell on top of them.
“Oh my god! I am so sorry!” You say frantically.
"Y/n, it’s ok. I like having you like this.” You feel a hand lift your chin and you make eye contact.
It was then that you realised it was Jean. Your face was burning hot, and you didn’t know what to say. Before you can even do anything, he puts his hand on the back of your head and brings you into a kiss. It was soft at first, but then he started kissing you deeper. He wanted you to know just how jealous he was, and he wanted to prove that he was so much better. His tongue slid across your lips, and you parted them to let him in. Your tongues are fighting each other for control. You eventually surrender and let Jean take over. His other hand moves down your hip to your ass and grips it tight. You bite his bottom lip, and he responds by moaning into the kiss.
Choso comes back from the kitchen and sees the two of you together and walks up the stairs. You hear Reese calling for you to get up, so you pull away from Jean. You stare at him for a second before you stand up and walk to Reese.
“I’m going insane. What is happening? First it’s your brother and now him.” You say while you try to catch your breath.
“You have two guys basically fighting over you; you cannot be complaining right now," she says, laughing. “Speaking of my brother, he just went upstairs, and he did not look happy.” She gives you a wry smile.
Shit. I have to find him, you think to yourself.
You run up the stairs, almost falling because of the heels you were wearing. After opening at least 3 doors, you finally find him standing on a balcony attached to one of the bedrooms.
“What are you doing up here?” You ask him nervously.
“Waiting.” He says bluntly.
“For?” you pry.
He turns around to face you and puts his arm around your waist and takes your face in his other hand. You instinctively put your hands on his chest to ground yourself.
“This.” He growls before smashing his lips onto yours.
His lips are so soft and his hands are strong. He lets go of your face and waist and squats down just low enough to slide his hands under your legs and lift you up. Your arms wrap around his neck, and you run your fingers through his hair. Choso starts walking back inside towards the bed. He lays you down and looks you up and down before crawling over you. He plants kisses over your entire chest and trails up your neck until he reaches your ear. You were soaked already.
“I’m going to make sure that you know how much better I am than him.” He whispers in a raspy voice. “Do you want that?”
Your brain is fried at this point, so you don’t manage to get anything out in time. Choso grasps your chin and lifts it.
“Do you want that, sweetie? I can’t do anything unless you give me an answer y/n.”
“Yes!” You manage to blurt out.
“Where are our manners?” Choso asks, tilting his head and smirking.
“Yes, please.”
He wastes no time and goes back to kissing your body. As he makes his way down, you can feel yourself getting wetter. He runs his hands down your legs, feeling the fishnets and plucking at them. Choso looks up, asking permission with his eyes, and you give him a nod. He steps off of the bed and takes off your heels, then strips the fabric off of your thighs and lower legs. You tense up as you feel his fingers tracing the inside of your thighs. He pulls you to the edge of the bed and gets onto his knees. Each one of his hands grabs a leg and pulls them apart to reveal the sopping underwear you were wearing.
“All that for me, huh?” He licks his lips and smiles.
Choso brings his hands up to the hem of your panties and pops them against your skin before sliding them down. You see something flash across his eyes. He wasn’t just looking; he was admiring you. Choso liked how you twitched if he got just close enough without actually touching you yet. He liked seeing how wet you were for him before he had even started.
His eyes meet yours and he brings his fingers to your mouth.
“Come on. You know you want to.” He teases you.
You open your mouth and take his fingers in and start sucking. He groans in response. You make sure to coat his fingers in your saliva before he takes them out. Choso runs his fingers down your body ever so slowly and stops just above your clit. You whine and try to push his hand down. He stops you by grabbing both of your wrists.
“What’s the rush, sweetheart? We’ve got all night,” he says softly. “Now turn over since you can’t keep your hands to yourself,” he demanded.
You do as you're told and flip over onto your knees.
“There we go,” Choso growled and slammed his hand down onto your ass.
You wince because it hurt, but it felt so good at the same time. He rubs the red print on your cheek and slowly brings his fingers in between your legs. He plunges his fingers into you, slowly scissoring them inside you.
“Fuck. Choso.” You say between breaths.
You felt his fingers caress your walls as they moved around inside you. His fingers felt so good and already filled you up so much. Every movement of his fingers caused your stomach to tighten. Choso begins to pump his fingers in and out of you, increasing the pace until he can't go any faster. You felt electricity run through your body with each thrust of his hand. You start to squirm a bit, needing more, and Choso gives you just that. He pushes your chest down to angle your ass higher so he can reach more of you. He brings his fingers to your clit and begins rubbing circles. His mouth starts planting kisses on your pussy, and then he slides his tongue in, flicking it. The feeling was almost too much. You can feel your walls pulsing as you near your peak. Choso seemed to notice and pushed his tongue deeper. He rubbed your clit harder and faster. Your back starts arching, and your vision goes white, and you cum all over Choso’s mouth. He reinserts his fingers to help you ride out your orgasm and licks up all of your mess.
Just as you finish, the door swings open and Jean walks in.
“Sorry! I was looking for som—" He stops as he makes eye contact with you. “Found them. Of course you’re here with him,” he spat out in disgust. “You could do so much better, y/n," he says and turns to walk out.
“You think you’re better? In what way?” Choso cocks his head and raises a brow.
“I mean, yeah. In every way. I don’t need to explain myself to you,” Jean shoots back.
"Ok, so let y/n judge then, yeah?" Choso says as he and Jean look at you and wait for a response.
This is insane, you think to yourself as a smirk spreads across your face.
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