𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ━━━ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴏ.ᴋ
SYNOPSIS… She was the most breathtaking woman, Choso had ever seen. She’s also a high-ranking and violent criminal full of frustrated ambitions and equally frustrated appetites. But Choso, a sculpture student prodigy, can only see her beauty and perfection—not the darkness. One way or another, He will pay the price for his muse, with his body... or with something far more costly.
INFO...18+, Choso Kamo x oc!reader, nerdCHOSO!!, drugging, kidnapping, violence, guns, knives, abuse, parental death underthegreenlight!!xjjk!crossover , Choso is obsessed and very down bad, ( I usually give the reader an appearance and personality when I write cause it’s easier for me so this time I based it off a female Sasuke Uchiha)
OTHER…likes and reblogs are appreciated
“LET ME ASK YOU SOMETHING…”━━━━ She balanced the phone in between her ear and shoulder, holding it upright effortlessly, while her fingers deftly sparked the lighter. Bringing it up towards the cigarette, which perched between her perfect lips. Catching the flame as a thin wisp of smoke curled upwards, blending with the air around her.
“You’re telling me, that you’re planning on using this expensive piece of land to build, not a commercial and residential complex.. but an art museum??” Y/N smirked. Eyebrows furrowing at the stupid idea the chairwomen had been persistent on for weeks.
“It’s obvious you’re right on money yet for some reason, you’re insisting on this ridiculous plan.” She added. Her frustrated grin not leaving her face for a second.
“You insolent child! Since when do you need a reason to do your job?” The chairwomen yelled across the phone. Her loud scolded practically piercing through Y/N’s ears.
“Now cut the small talk and buy off the construction rights from whoever is involved.” She finished. Her stern instructions were something Y/N was used too but this time it sounded much more important.
“I see that you still lack manners and are as unyielding as ever, Madam Chairwomen.” Y/N mocked, clearly wanting a reaction out of the older woman.
“Oh Shut up, you idiot. Just keep in mind that the damage will be much greater if the museum construction and other companies fail. If you neglect the job, you'll be eating fish instead of meat.” She scolded before ending the call without letting Y/N say something snarky back.
“What a nasty hag.” Y/N sighed. Lifting the phone from her ear and throwing it on the car seat next to her. Of course the chairwoman wouldn’t bother to explain her reasoning so easily.
“I need coffee now..” Y/N said pinching her forehead to indicate she had gotten a headache from the old hag.
Chuckles were heard coming from the front seats of the call from her two bodyguards, Suguru Geto and Satoru Gojo. In other words Y/N L/N had indeed secured her spot among the elite to be important enough to be protected by the two ‘strongest.’
The street they drove upon had a worn, half-forgotten look—faded signs, shuttered windows, and streets that hadn’t seen fresh paint in years. Still, the closest coffee shop, thankfully wasn’t far, placed just a few blocks away.
They pulled in and parked by the curb, the car falling quiet as the engine shut off. It was beginning to rain heavy. Geto and Gojo had stepped out the vehicle. Gojo with an umbrella as it was raining quite heavily. Though Geto went without one for he was the one entering the coffee shop to order.
Y/N lifted her head when hearing a soft knock on the window. “You want to step out for a bit?” Gojo asked. “Might as well stretch your legs while we wait on the coffee.”
“Welcome!” A loud feminine voice echoed the second Geto entered the shop. It came from a woman who looked to be about in her mid 40’s while still looking fairly young and healthy. Quite beautiful actually.
She was a very tall woman with quite an curvy and athletic build. Long blonde hair that extends well down her back with two tufts on in front of each side of her face, aswell as wide brown eyes.
She had quite a civil outfit that consisted of a black long sleeve shirt and some basic blue skinny jeans. It paired well with the cafe’s black apron. On her apron there was a name tag with that Geto could see her name was ‘Yuki Tsukumo.’
She seemed to be the owner of the cafe as her confident, energetic and friendly spirit would concern Geto otherwise. Though he ignored her and went towards the younger male who worked at the counter.
“2 Americano and 1 latte for take out. Oh and make sure the latte is filled with sugar, thanks..” Geto ordered. Taking Satoru’s major sweet tooth into consideration.
“Of course... Please just wait a moment.” Geto’s eyes stayed on the male barista as he made the coffee’s. He was way different from the manager.
He was a tall and well built with long, black, stringy hair tied into two high ponytails that jut upward and outward. He had small dark brown eyes with slightly thin eyebrows and a tattoo mark that extends from both sides of his face across the bridge of his nose. Though it was hard to see since he wore glasses. He seemed to still be young, specifically 24-25 years of age.
Besides from his odd tattoo. He didn’t seem to stand out with his grey shirt, plaid jacket and black smart trousers he wore. Not to mention his name tag only consisted of one name. ‘Choso.’
“Here. Your order..” Choso muttered. With Geto examining his surroundings it surely made time pass. He nodded before grabbing the plate of drinks from the barista and heading outside
“Boss, have some coffee.” Geto handed her the drink while winking at Satoru who began to laugh at the nickname ‘Boss.’ Despite Y/N’s intense glare being right On the white haired male.
‘What the?-- It' tastes like crap.’ Y/N’s forehead wrinkled at the taste of the coffee. She grimaced, holding the paper cup away from her like it had personally offended her.
From behind the cafe window, Choso’s gaze traced her every movement, lingering on the way she brought a cigarette to her lips after taking the sip of coffee.
His pupils widened, as they were practically shimmering with light when staring at her. It didn’t take long for her to turn around and take a quick glance of him.
“Boss, it's almost time for the meeting with the director.” Geto informed Y/N, taking her focus away from Choso who still refused to look away.
“I’ve lost my appetite. Let's go.” She sighed, only rolling her eyes and purposefully dropping the americano on the pavement and walking towards the car.
Choso stood frozen, heart thudding in his chest as he watched her car disappear down the street. A rising panic clawed at his throat — he hadn’t even gotten the chance to speak to her.
His eyes dropped to the coffee she’d thrown onto the concrete just before leaving. The paper cup laid on its side, contents seeping into the pavement. For some reason, that hit him harder than he expected.
“Ma’am, Please allow me to leave early today!!?” Choso shouted, sounding extremely desperate which slightly shocked Yuki.
“What's wrong? Is it because of the assignment?” Yuki asked, her curiosity was already piqued. Choso had never this shaken.
“No. This is more important than the assignment. I'll finish that before the deadline tomorrow.” The plead in his voice being quite concerning.
“Why are you in such a hurry? Oh well, just be careful about the car passing by and the traffic lights.” Yuki called out, shrugging her shoulders and yawning as she watched Choso hurriedly pull off his apron and grab his shoulder bag before dashing out the store.
His sneakers pounded against the pavement, chasing the black car already pulling away at the end of the block.
The rain was immediate and punishing—cold, heavy, soaking through his clothes within seconds. His hoodie clung to his arms, water dripping from his sleeves as his shoes splashed across the pavement.
His glasses began to cloud over, raindrops sliding down the lenses and blurring his vision—but he didn’t stop to fix them.
He kept running, squinting through the fog, tracking the shape of the car through the glowing traffic lights and the reflections off the wet asphalt.
He stayed on the trail. And then finally the car slowed. Turned. Then pulled into a long driveway beneath a wide stone arch. As he finally reached his destination.
MUNICIPAL ART MUSEUM EMBRIO ALI
He walked through glass doors of the museum alone. The museum greeted him with warmth and silence. His soaked shoes and clothing squeaked faintly on the polished marble floor as he moved past the front desk, ignoring the curious glance from the receptionist.
He followed the sound of distant footsteps and classical music. Past the portraits. Past the ancient maps. Past the whitewashed halls that smelled of stone and varnish. And there, in the sculpture wing. He saw her.
“As many of you may already know, Vanderbilt had a massive influence on sculpture in the late 18TH CENTURY. But, what’s really special about this year’s giovanni vanderbilt exhibition is…” The tour guide explained. Though his voice was muffled in Choso’s mind for all he could stare at was the woman in front of him.
For a second, it felt like everything slowed down. The black suit she wore hugged her figure perfectly. Sharp shoulders that took nothing away from her femininity. A cinched waist, and a deep neckline that gave just the right hint of skin without trying too hard.
The blazer flared slightly at the hips, structured but still soft, like it was made just for her. Paired with matching high-waisted pants that fell into a graceful flare, she looked effortlessly put together. It was clear she made well for herself. Perhaps she was a businesswomen?
“After twenty years of being showcased exclusively in foreign exhibitions, this is the first time it’s being displayed here, in our very own Municipal Art Museum.” The tour guide announced.
“The model for this creation, Albert, was Vanderbilt’s lover. their fateful encounter may have been the touch of perfection that was needed to complete his greatest work.” He added. Although Choso was an art student who specialised in sculpture, yet he couldn’t have care less to what he had to say and only stayed focus on the familiar woman infront of his eyes.
“And, this concludes the guide tour. Please enjoy the rest of the exhibit.” The tour guide ended before him and other visitors walked off. Though Y/N stayed staring at the statue. Her eyes glued onto it. Examining it. Though truthfully she had no idea about anything that had to do with this statue.
“You could pierce a hole with the way that you’re staring. You must like what you see…” Y/N said. Letting Choso know his staring was getting a little overboard.
“Yes I do.. And you?” Choso’s words were spoken low, his tone raw but strangely calm. There was no attempt to hide the admiration in his voice. Not from the statue, but from her. Oh how beautiful she was.
“I’m not quite sure. It’s a fine piece of art-a masterpiece. Elegant yet..grotesque. Though I don’t know a ton about it.. I know about Vanderbilt’s famed promiscuity- that he slept with as many men he could.” She replied. Her eyes narrowing with sharp curiosity as she didn’t bother to look at the male by her side but continued to stare at the statue.
“While it is a nude piece. There’s more to it than what first meets the eye.” He stepped closer, his chest facing her shoulders, his voice softer.
“I don’t know how amazing this piece looks to you, but they say beauty is in the eye of the beholder... But to me, It’s nothing but a naked man trying to cover himself with a towel.” This made Choso slightly confused. If she had no care or understanding for art. What was she doing here??
Her eyes continued to stay locked, cold and steady. As for That smirk? It wasn’t meant to charm. It was alarming and addicting. ‘Has this woman not have one flaw?’ Choso thought.
She turned her head slowly, the motion smooth and deliberate. Her features were carved with impossible precision. She had the kind of face that made people unable to stop staring.
A face that was perfect. Refined, elegant and delicate. Matching well with her perfect, slim, curvy, body. Her long, spiky black hair that had a tint of blue to it, swept past her lower back, feathered and untamed. Though it wasn’t exactly messy.
It framed her face well, a contrast to the soft, pale scar that split horizontally across her forehead. Faint but impossible to miss. like a crack on a statue that had no imperfections. It should’ve lessened her beauty. Instead, it amplified it
And then she smirked. It was the smallest movement. Just the corner of her mouth twitching upward—but it was still enough to make Choso lose his mind.
“Now then, It’s only natural we get to know more about each other...” Her dark, addicting eyes narrowed just slightly, locking onto him. Distracting him from all his surroundings.
Exactly why he wasn’t able to see it coming. It happened fast. A blur of white and black.
Gojo came running up from behind him, grabbing Choso’s arms with a strength that left no room for resistance. Soon placing both his arms behind back. Geto was seconds behind him, fist twisted into Choso’s hair, yanking his head back with surgical force. Choso stumbled and dropped to his knees, the cold marble biting against his legs.
His breath hitched. The mood had shifted. Fast. Y/N didn’t even flinch. Her smirk faded. Simply just looking down at him. “You… You’re the barista from that café earlier, correct?” She asked.
“Are you with an organisation? Or are you a cop?” Her voice dropped not loud, but sharp and stern. This made Choso slightly confused. Why a person acquainted with any of those jobs be after her.
“Neither…I’m just a regular college student.” The words stumbled out, weak even to his own ears. At one point even he didn’t believe it. Not under her gaze.
“TSK TSK. Are you gonna start telling the truth?” Gojo teased, His usual smirk drawn on his face as his fingers tighten in Choso’s hair without warning,
Gojo then shoves Choso’s head down by his hair. His face is forced downward, nearly colliding with the cold tile floor. His breath hitches. As a grunt leaves his lips.
“I am telling the truth.” His voice is muffled, spoken through clenched teeth.
“So you came all this way to chase after me... Only to stare bullets at me?” Y/N began to walk closer. heels echoing ominously on the polished floor. She closed the distance between her and Choso before stopping directing in front of him.
As he stared down he could see her manicured feet through her open toe heels. She then raises one leg and places the side of her foot beneath his chin, tilting his face up with just enough pressure to force eye contact. His breath catches. The contact is cold, demeaning, intimate in a way.
Then without breaking eye contact. She lowers herself to one knee, her movements slow as Her fingers wrapped around the edge of his collar.
“Just how exactly do you plan to explain that?” She raised an eyebrow. A soft flush soon creeping up his neck, blooming across his face.
He remains silent. Impatient, Y/N grabs him, Yanking him foward. Her voice luring as she whispers.“well”
“I did it because..I’m interested in you. Does that not answer your question.” His voice is low, barely audible.
“PFFT. You’re really something. Geto search him.” Her fingers intertwined from his collar, soon releasing him. Her eyes narrow as she turns to Geto.
Geto crouches, picking up and then unzipping the worn canvas bag. One by one, the contents spill onto the floor. Sketchbooks, pencils, a cracked folders, Keys, and eventually, a wallet. Y/N watches, arms crossed again. Though this time Choso kept his head down. Avoiding her eyes.
“He doesn’t have any weapons, or anything suspicious. Guns, knives, nothing of the sort.” Geto informed. He glances up, tone neutral.
She soon glances at an rusted wallet that was dropped at her foot. Then bending down slowly, and flipping it open. Her eyes scan the student ID that came to reveal.
“Choso Kamo?? So you’re majoring in sculpture at a fine arts school, huh?” Her voice changes slightly—less suspicion, more disbelief. Eyeing out his School ID where he wasn’t wearing his glasses and had a plain black T-shirt on. Y/N couldn’t that he was definitely attractive.
“Y’know, This would not be the first time these methods were used to track you.” Geto raised his brows and inspected the wallet that Y/N had just now handed to him.
“Forget it. Let him go.” Y/N sighed. Her expression shifts again—cold, almost bored. She’s made her decision.
“Seriously, just like that, Y/N?” Gojo steps forward slightly, shocked, Though his grip on Choso had not loosened. He trusted Y/N heaps but this time he’s hesitant.
“Then did You want to torture him without any evidence? Do you think we came here to showcase our gang tactics?” Her eyes harden. Tone stern. It’s wasn’t a question that had multiple answers.
“Just know that you got lucky, Punk.” A low growl leaving Gojo’s lips. Finally letting his hand drops from Choso’s arms and hair. Before stuffing it in his pocket and looking away with a frown. Was this grown man seriously sulking?
Choso on the other hand stood up from the tile ground. breathing hard, face flushed with heat and tension. “Please excuse me…” He muttered before bowing his head slightly.
Soon walking past Y/N who’s lingering eyes traced his every movement, The fact he knew those hypnotising onyx eyes of hers were examining him only made him wanna disappear down the hallway quicker.
His hands shake as he clenches them into fists, retreating to the only place he can find privacy—the bathroom.
The tension eased off Choso’s shoulders as a ringing cut through the silence, vibrating from the inside of Geto’s coat pocket. He pulls the phone from his coat and steps aside, placing a finger to his ear as he listens.
“Yes, I received your call…”He nods slowly, eyes narrowing slightly as the voice on the other end speaks.
“Y/N, Director Oh said his golf round is being dragged out a bit longer and is suggesting we delay the meeting until tomorrow.” He lowers the phone and looks toward Y/N, awaiting a response.
“What? He’s making the boss wait over a round of golf?!” Gojo scoffs, incredulous. His hands raise in a dramatic shrug. He’s halfway between laughing and punching a wall.
“Oh well, That’s good for us. Let him know that we’ll come back tomorrow.” She waves a hand dismissively, but her gaze drifts toward the hallway Choso had walked out from.
“I guess I have time for some fun…” Her lips curl at the corners. She tilts her head, watching the path he took, thoughts shifting into something more intimate.
“I'll be taking a closer look at the exhibition, so just wait on the car.” Her voice is calm, disinterested. Waving them a goodbye as she’s already moving, not waiting for agreement. Her heels echo against the floor again, rhythm smooth and deliberate.
Choso on the other hand was currently leaning back on the edge of the bathroom sink. His reflection from the mirror stares back at him. flushed, wide eyed, humiliated. And yet… there’s something else in his expression. Something alive. Something that made him crave her more.
Soon the sound of the door creaking makes him spin. His eyes widen. His breath catches in his throat. Y/N steps inside slowly and confidently. He keeps his mouth shut as his face began to burn up once again.
“Hey, Part-timer. If you have time to spare. Shall we have a talk-just the two of us?” She asked. Though it wasn’t shown on her face. She felt nothing but amusement.
“You said you were interested, right?” Then, without a word, she began to walk forward. Reaching out two fingers that curled lightly around the front of his shirt. She guided him backwards, past the sink, and toward the bathroom stall behind him. He followed, driven by curiosity and the need of her.
Slamming and Locking the stall door behind them. She then pushed him on the cubical’s wall. Her left hand against the same wall he leaned on slightlyg trapping him while her other hand found its way to his zip. Right leg resting between both his legs.
“Wait a s-second…” Choso muttered, Eyes concentrating on the shorter woman in front of him. Who was currently digging into his boxers.
“You said you were into me, so what’s the problem?” She asked, Sounding slightly pissed. What’s more was She was biting her inner-cheek. obviously getting way too impatient.
“I didn’t mean like this…!” He replied, Though his words didn’t add up with actions. For he refused to stop her delicate hands from touching him.
“hmm?? If this isn’t what you mean , then what is this? It’s not very convincing when you’re at full attention down there.” His Harden bulge completely out his pants and now in reveal.
“If this is all because of me, I guess I'll have to take responsibility..” She said batting her long eyelashes at him. While leaning her mouth towards his neck.
“I don’t even know why I’m like this-” He whispered through the pleasurable feeling of her teeth biting and licking his neck.
“You don’t know?” She lifted her head slightly. Curious to hear what else he had to say. “Well... It’s the first time anyone has done this for me, so..” He told her. Shocking her.
“First time??” Y/N repeated. What got Choso nervous was her blank, surprised expression. The raise of both eyebrows and her stare made him feel as if he had something wrong.
So this guy, Who’s both healthy and well-hung, really hadn’t lost his virginity yet. “If you think saying that it’s your first time, will make it easier to tempt me, It’s not going to work. Give it up.” She rolled her eyes in annoyance. Clearly not believing his words.
“hngh, I’ve never tried…to tempt anyone.” He grunted. Though at first it seemed unrealistic but as she stroked him. His reactions made her more certain he was telling the truth.
Y/N usually wasn’t the type to be interested in being touched by first-timers. But, his clumsy movements make this all though more amusing, much better than expected.
So what if he was a bit of a nuisance. Y/N was having fun. She then gazed up at him before leaning closer. Both their lips inches away from each other.
“Is it your first time doing this as well?” She teased. Showing off her addicting smirk to Choso. Before her lips crashed onto his.
Oh how he loved it. The way she continued to stroke him even while kissing. Even more was she tasted, the slight drag of her teeth against his bottom lip, the smell of her perfume up close before she pulled away. Way too soon. He was craving for more.
Soon releasing his load all over her hand. A smirk appearing on her face when she did. “This was fun.” Y/N said. Backing away from him and grabbing tissue to clean the mess on her hand.
Choso stayed leaning back. Trying to regain his breath. Though he then noticed her smile quickly fade. “You said your name was Choso, Right?” She asked once more. Though this time she had a slightly serious tone.
“Can we...maybe see each other again, another time?” He asked her. His glasses crocked. Face flushed. Hair a mess. With a massive love bite on his neck. It was clear what he had been up to.
“I’m not quite sure, Choso. Should we?” She mocked before turning her body and walking out the restroom door. Leaving a yearning man behind. Not the first time she’s done it. Not the last time she plans on doing it.
“Man, I didn’t even get to cum..” She whined, slapping her hand on her face and dragging them down while whispering to herself about how she wanted to have more time. Then moving her hands to rummage through her pockets for a lighter as she existed the museum.
“you took longer than we anticipated.” Gojo said watching her walk down the outside stairs of the museum. Leaning onto the front of the car while Geto opened the backseat for Y/N to enter.
“Did I?” She yawned. Eyes getting teary. Then getting a cigarette to balance between her lips as she went to light it up. Truthfully she wasn’t aware of how much time went by. It was the first time she got super turned on after such a long time. She couldn’t have missed out on it.
“It seems that exhibition was worth seeing.” Geto raised his eyebrows, was there something he was missing out on. A secret plan or something?
“Oh, it was definitely worth seeing.” She grinned. Blowing the cigarette smoke out her mouth as the thought of Choso came into her mind once again.
GUYS I DO NOT WRITE 18+ so that is why it might be a little messy or not making sense. Though for future updates if someone knows anyone willing to help me write some scenes pls lmk.
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