PINK BRA
pairing: emo!choso x fem!reader
summary: the talkative and all pink girl, who never curses or hates someone is a real perv. And she always has a prey to chase in the college, and now it’s the quiet, emo boy from her art class.
warnings: mdni, pervert!reader, college au, no curse au, smut, dom!reader, sub!choso, plot with porn, unprotected sex, dirty talk.
a/n: i love perv!reader, might do other fic of emo!choso and her.
word count: 3.7k
"His dick would destroy me sooo good."
Your friends look at you with wide eyes, clearly not expecting such filthy words from you.
Actually, nobody can expect that. You’re the cute, pinky girl who’s friends with everyone, talkative, sweet, and all those things. But you’re also another thing. A pervert.
However, you don’t show it. You just let your eyes linger too long on the guys with grey sweatpants showing very well their dick or all sweaty in the gym, you touch in ‘accident’ their arms or thighs, you have to actually bite your lips to contain your moans to slip out when a guy is too good looking.
When a guy is really hot, you sometimes just finger yourself on a picture of him.
And your little naughty obsession for the moment is that emo boy from your art class. Choso Kamo.
He’s your complete opposite, and that’s exactly why you want him.
When you first notice him after finally forgetting your former obsession, it's instant.
You knew you wanted him, needed him. And you’re gonna have him, one way or another.
"Okay, first…since when do you talk like that? Second…the emo boy?! No, that’s a big no. He’s weird, never talks to anyone, probably doesn’t even know what a pussy looks like, and I’m pretty sure he’s a satanist." Your friend looks in the same direction as you, making a disgusted face at the sole sight of Choso.
Those words make your eyes roll in exasperation, your pink lips pouting. "Be nice. He’s the sweetest boy on Earth, I’m sure. And if he is a satanist, then I’ll let him drink my blood."
Your other friend, still shocked by your sudden words from earlier, scoffs. "Don’t pout like a doll while saying such kinky stuff. Let him drink your blood? Seriously?"
"You two are so narrow-minded. I’m going to see someone who’ll actually like talking to me!" You faked an annoyed scoff, suddenly getting up from your seat.
Class hadn’t started yet, your art teacher is always late. So that means you can move and choose a new seat, right. next. to. Him.
"Hii!" You plop down on the chair next to his, dropping your pink bag to the ground and immediately leaning toward him. "Do you know me?"
The poor boy looks at you with wide eyes, clearly taken off guard by your sudden appearance. That’s not difficult to tell, he never actually talked to a girl. But that makes him even better. "Uh…I..yes, the cheerful girl. Always talking and giggling at everything like the world is all pink and glitter."
Oh.
So he does know you.
Baby, you’re not ready for what’s coming.
"Nice to hear you know me then, no need to do all the introduction thing…that’s kinda boring. You’re Choso, right? You know, I looove your style! And the black paint on your nails? Cool. Do you think it would suit me well if I paint mine in black too? We could match! And those two messy buns you have, they’re so cute…it’s like, the perfect hairstyle for you, I wouldn’t see you with anything else! Maybe I should do it too…but that would be too much matching things. Can I borrow your pen for the lesson? Ah, no, forget it, mine is better for me. Oh no, actually yours is really better—"
"Stop." He puts his hand in front of him, stopping you in your tracks. He’s almost panting from trying to catch every word you say, but it’s an impossible mission with how quickly you talk and go from one topic to another. You can’t just shut up. Not with someone like him. "You…you can take whatever you want…just, stop talking so quickly. I can’t keep up…"
Your hands take his to put them down, lips curved up in an amused way as you lean toward him. "Aw, you're so cute. Okay, okay, I'll slow down so you can hear every single word I say. Because it would be a shame if you don't hear the sole person talking to you in this class and maybe in your life in general."
Letting go of his hands before he starts heating up more than he already is, you continue, "So, about that nail painting...want to go to my place? It would be fun."
He looks away, eyes searching for something that isn't you, and starts fiddling with his fingers. "You sure..? I don't know if it's a good idea..."
"Why would it be a bad idea? It's just nail painting. Nothing bad."
You want more than just nail painting. Actually, if he could paint your walls in white it would be good, very good, but it's not your objective obviously.
Or maybe it is.
It is.
He's just so sexy, the way he avoids looking directly into your eyes, how he fiddles nervously with his fingers, his liner slightly smudged by wearing it all day, his shy behavior, the way his lips part when he talks. Wait, he's talking right now.
"—but I just need it."
...need what? Your pussy? Because you can totally give it to him right fucking now without second thought.
Tilting your head to the side, you ask, "Oh, yeah, of course, but, uh...what do you need again?
Eyebrows furrowed in confusion, he responds,"Your address. To get to your place after my last class... it's what you want, right?"
"Ohh, yeah, yeah, sorry, my bad. I already forgot I proposed the nail painting at my place. Such a dummy." When the teacher walks in twenty minutes late, you turn forward. "Anyway, let's focus now."
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"You made it!" You step aside, letting the obviously nervous boy inside your apartment, purposefully brushing your arm against his as you close the door.
It's the first time you have a shy boy like him in your place, most of the time it's an over-confident guy who mostly talks about themselves and hardly think about asking you the simplest question in the world: 'how are you?'. It's refreshing to have someone like Choso here, but you're not sure you're going to get fucked tonight since he doesn't even dare take off his coat or even sit on the couch you're already in.
"You can take off your coat and sit down, you know? I'm not going to bite you. Not now, at least. Or maybe you're the one scared to bite me, mh? Are you a vampire? A horrible blood-sucker who came here to devour me?"
With wide eyes, he stops his gesture to remove his coat. "Wh-what..?! Absolutely not! I'm not a vampire...do I look like one? Do I scare people? Oh no, Yuji told me my style was scaring people...they think I'm a vampire..."
You frown, looking him up and down before laughing openly at him. Does he really believe people are not talking to him because he looks like a vampire? He is really too naive. But that's a cute side of him you already love too much.
"Sweetie, relax. I was just messing with you. It was a joke, okay? Stop stressing over dumb stuff like that!"
Getting up, you take his coat from him and throw it on the chair with yours and lead him to sit on the sofa in front of the coffee table, where lie all the nail paint you have. So a lot. "When I waited for you, I got an idea."
His eyes follow your form as you sit down next to him, raising an eyebrow. "What idea?"
"Thanks for asking. You're still going to paint my nails in black, but instead of matching...I'm going to paint yours pink! Isn't that a soooo cool idea, huh?!" The silent settling lets you quickly understand he doesn't approve of this, but that's not like you care. So you take the black paint and hand it to him.
"I'm not...I'm not really thrilled about this...without offense." His shaky hands open the nail painting with his eyes fixed on it to avoid your gaze. "I'm not a big fan of pink. I think everyone can say that."
"And I'm not a fan of black, but it's fun to try new things, Choso! Just for now, at least, you'll see, you're going to love discovering new things. Even if you hate it after, at least you'll know for sure that pink isn't your thing at all. And you'll think about me every time you see pink, just like I'll think about you for black."
Nodding, he takes one of your hands in his and starts applying the black paint. His touch his delicate and soft, fingers precise on his work, and that's not really surprising since you two are in art class. "That's one positive way to see things. You're...so the opposite of me, I don't quite understand why you started talking to me in class. Was it a challenge or something you do between friends?"
Looking down at your hand being in his, you hum, "Mmh...no, of course not. It would be very mean."
The way he applies the nail paint is really precise. Makes you wonder if his fingers could be that precise in your pussy, already dripping just from the idea. If it were anyone else, you would already have skipped the whole nice act and would suck his dick until he's whimpering and begging to be inside you. But you're doing slow now, you want to have him the longest possible.
Pulling you out of your thoughts, he asks, "Your other hand, please..."
You change your hands and place the painted one on your thigh and the other one in his hands. "Do you think black suits me?"
He lifts his head to look at you, his first smile appearing on his beautiful face. "Yeah. Yeah, it looks fine on you."
"Oh my Lord...smile more, please. You're gorgeous when you smile!" It's true that this smile just lights up his whole face.
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Talking with him is really soothing. He's calm, intelligent in every topic, lets you talk even when you cut him off mid-sentence, chuckling every time you start rumbling about something nonstop. He's really a good guy, and maybe sex isn't the only thing you want with him anymore. But of course you still want it, so when you finish applying the pink paint on his nails, you lean toward him, the corners of your lips curved up. "You know what type of pink this one is?" Without letting him respond, you continue, "It's my bra's pink."
"Mybra pink..? I think I don't know this shade...I only know baby pink, salmon pink, hot pink, neon pink—"
Frowning, you look at him, listing all the shades of pink he knows, not believing your eyes. You shake your head and stop him from saying more. "No, no, Choso...ugh, I was flirting with you! I was saying that this pink on your nails is the same pink as my bra. The thing holding my tits."
"Oh." His throat works as he swallows, eyes looking down at your chest before looking away, like the police will come arrest him for looking a micro-second at your tits. "Sorry, I...I didn't..."
Chuckling, you cup his face and approach yours until there is only a centimeter separating you. "You're too cute for your own good, you know that? I could eat you up right now..."
His adorable wide eyes lock on yours. "Aren't I am supposed to eat you since I'm the one looking like a vampire..?"
"Pfft. Yeah, right. Then go ahead, vamp." You lean back on your elbows, waiting for him to lift your skirt and push your panties to the side, but instead, he's just looking at you in confusion that he tries to hide.
That boy is starting to be too virginal for you.
So you get up and take his coat to give it to him. "It was a nice evening. Come back here whenever you want. See you in art class, vamp."
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You want to bounce on that dick bad. Real bad. But he doesn't get the damn hit even when you're clear about it.
"It's so hot in here with you..."
"You want to take some fresh air?"
Or, "I need to ride something right now."
"Oh, well, I don't think you'll find a horse in here."
And again, "Can I suck you?"
"What? But I'm not a lollipop..."
That's unbelievable. How can someone be so clueless and innocent? You started thinking he was doing this on purpose, or maybe he just didn't want you. But if he really didn't want you, he wouldn't accept to be at your place again like every evening now.
You two are just watching Twilight after laughing again about the whole vampire thing about him, curled up on your couch and not close enough for your liking. So you move closer and closer to him every minute until you're flush against him. And what you didn't expect was for him to wrap his arm around your shoulders. That boy is too sweet; you're definitely in love.
"Thank God I'm not a disco ball like him every time I go under the sun."
You giggle and put your head against his chest. "Yeah, it would be annoying. Team Jacob, anyway, those dumb-ass vampires can't compete with him."
He frowns and looks down at you. "Jacob? That boy is shirtless every time, is he a nudist or something? At least Edward is dressed like a real man, not a savage."
"But he's a disco ball."
"But he's not an animal."
You two started a competition over who's the better boy, and in the end, agreed to say Alice was better than everyone else in this saga. Talking and laughing were cool and all, but now you need to fuck him. You started talking to him for that special goal, didn't you?
Tugging on his collar to get his attention, you ask, "Remember the pink paint you put on my nails last time?" He nods with a little hum, so you continue, "Well...I need your help to find the perfect pink I want for this week."
His lips immediately stretch in a smile. "Oh, I'd be happy to help you! What do you need me for?"
Smiling with full teeth, you lean toward him until you're sure he'll feel your breasts press against him. "Take off your pants."
You already know your bluntness will cause him to blush and start stumbling over his words like a teenager, and that's only better. And just like you predict, his eyes widen, and his jaw drops in pure shock.
"Wh..what? Why do you...why do you need me to take off my pants? I don't understand...how can it help you find the right color for your nails...?" He's already straightening up, but he keeps one hand on your thigh that was here since the start of the movie night.
You tilt your head to the side with that fake innocent face you do so well. "I heard some girls saying that...dick's tip is the perfect color to paint our nails. And you're the only boy I know!" Lie.
"You...want to see the color of my...tip..?" He looks at you for a moment and sighs, already melting under your innocent face. "Okay then...as long as it helps you."
Oh yeah, baby, it will definitely help you.
He unbuttons his jeans with shaky hands, clearly nervous to show that part of him. Maybe it's small, or not good-looking? You saw a ton of dick in your life, and there were all types of them, long, short, thick, thin, ugly as fuck, too pretty not to be ridden, curved on the side, curved so it slapped on the stomach, straight or even—
HOLY SHIT.
He's hard, and it's not big, it's huge! You lean down to see his dick better, lips parted in shock. "Whoa..." You're literally in fascination. It's curved just right to slap his abdomen, long enough you're sure it will hit your cervix without difficulties, thick to the point it will surely stretch you to the hilt. You're going to have so much fun bouncing on it.
"You...you're happy now? You got the color?" He doesn't even look down, his head turns away to hide his blush.
He flinches when you chuckle, air hitting his sensitive cock. "Yeah, I'm really happy now. Buuut...can I touch it?"
This time, he lowered his head to look at you in pure shock again. Oh, wait, no, that's not shock. That's arousal. "Really..? You...uh, yeah, okay."
Naughty boy.
You don't waste a second and wrap your fingers around his shaft, squeezing it hard enough to make him gasp—whine, actually. "Does it feel good?" The pathetic whimper he lets out answers your question and encourages you to start pumping his dick, your hand going up and down in synchronisation with his desperate whimpers.
"Ngh! Oh my—you're so good at that...are you—fuck—sure you don't know any other boy..?"
"Of course, sweetie, it's the first time I've done that kind of thing to someone." Leaning down, you start doing a cat lick on his tip that makes his hips jerk toward your face, his whimpers turning into lewd pornographic moans.
Hearing those noises makes your panties wet as hell, moving so you can grind on your heel in this new position without stopping, jerking him. "Do you want to fuck me, little vamp? Want to be inside me soo bad, huh? Feel my tight cunt squeezing you 'til you fill me up? Need to bury that big and tick cock inside somethin' warm and wet? Mh? You want that, Cho?"
"Yes, yes, please—ngh!, please..." Even if his eyes are closed, you can see the tears forming in the corners of them, making you grin.
It's too good to finally have him, and you don't have the courage to make him wait. So you release his hardness and get on top of him, thanking yourself for having put on a skirt today to let you have easy access to get fucked. "That's a good boy...begging to fuck me."
Your panties are sticking to your folds because of how wet you are now, and his teary eyes don't help. You don't wait any longer and push your panties to the side before sliding his tip up and down your folds. He moans immediately, hands gripping your hips like a vice, letting you know you'll have bruises tomorrow.
Keeping your torturous gesture to just slide his dick between your folds starts making Choso groan in frustration. "Stop that—hah—that's mean...I want to be inside, please, I can't wait longer..."
"Aw, my little vamp is getting impatient now?" You teased, then finally gave him what he wanted by pushing his tip inside, sliding down slowly to adjust to him. You both groan at the feeling, pushing deeper and deeper until he's balls deep inside your dripping pussy.
Throwing his head back, he whimpers. "You're too tight!"
"I know Cho, and you're too big. But you're inside and that feels so good, isn't it?", you coo, pushing his stray strands away from his sticky forehead.
You stay still a moment, letting him feel every centimeter of your gripping walls while you feel the pulse of his hard cock. "Want me to move or stay like that a littl' longer?"
He nods quickly, muttering between his whines. "Yes, please, move."
You start going up and down his length slowly at first, your own moans matching his. He's just so big and thick, just like you like. He can't even form proper words, just muttering some begging and letting out desperate whimpers and moans. His dick stretches you as you've never been before, but the pain doesn't scare you from fastening your bouncing. And just like you, though, his dick hit your cervix without pushing much, pressing on your g-spot at every thrust.
"You feel so good," he gasps. "So tight. I'm going to—hah—don't stop, please, please..."
"Oh, don't you worry, I'm not planning on stopping 'til we both reach our release." And just like I said, you bounce nonstop on his cock, making his cockhead rub that gummy spot inside you every time, your eyes rolling back. It's been so long now that your pussy is even more sensitive than before, and you're not one to complain about it.
"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna—" And he did. He cums with your name on his lips, his head thrown back again.
You feel your own climax coming, so you rub your clit against his pelvis each time you push him inside to the deep. You cum with a few more bounces, slumping down onto him just after, panting like him.
"That was...so good." He wraps his arms around you, kissing the top of your head affectionately.
Smiling, you lift your head and say, "Yeah, I know, I'm good at this."
"Oh, so you finally admit you've done it before and that you know other boys." He tilts his head to the side with a playful grin.
"Oh. Yeah, okay...I know other boys." You chuckle and brush your thumb on his smudged eyeliner to wipe it off. "But you're the best of them."
"Does that mean we're together or it's just a... one-time thing?" He stroked your hair with one hand while the other stroked your back.
Being together? That didn't even crossed your mind since you always just do one-time thing with every boy. But now that he mentions it, having him as your boyfriend could be good, really good.
"I guess we can be together, my vamp boyfriend."
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The next day, you're with your friends in art class. "So, like I said a few days ago, his dick destroyed my walls good. More than I thought, even."
When your emo-now-boyfriend-and-no-more-obsession comes in, you run to him and immediately show him your nails. "Look! It's your tip's color! That's the perfect color for me, right?"
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