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When you woke up today, everything was off.

For starters, morning had passed you by entirely; you'd been sprawled out across your bed in deep REM sleep until a quarter after one, waking abruptly with sleep in your eyes and a knot in your stomach.

Only when the initial morning afternoon haze faded did you remember the events from the previous night, a night spent more on tossing and turning than rest, all thanks to a 60-second video.

Choso's video. His pierced tongue lolling as drool spilled onto his veiny cock, the way he said your name with his hand desperately stroking his length—memories that corrupted your dreams still occupied your waking thoughts, reigniting the feeling in your core that felt so wrong but so inexplicably right.

It was almost an hour before you so much as touched your phone, the screen lighting up to reveal an onslaught of messages and missed calls from "Cho 💜👾."

From what you deduced after stringing together your best friend's frantic texts, Choso was drunk and that video was never supposed to make it out of his camera roll, least of all into your inbox. But that didn't answer the myriad of questions still swirling around in your head. So you poured your mind into a text before deleting it all and settling for "come over" instead.

And he did just that—showing up 10 minutes later despite living 15 minutes away on a good day, tired brown eyes wide as he regarded you like some kind of wild animal, clearly unsure of what to expect and afraid to get too close.

Seeing him standing before you felt disorienting. The distance felt small no matter how far you stood, his voice sounded different—heavier now that you'd heard him say your name so intimately, his gaze more intense and his lips magnetizing in a way you never even considered before. You wanted him.

He entered without asking, because that's what you do when you've known someone for years and they're your best friend in the world, before immediately launching into a frenzied explanation for his drunken mistake.

But you couldn't focus on his words, only his lips. You traitorous eyes zeroed in on the glimpse of his silver piercing each time he spoke, and you shivered, a reaction to the mere thought of how the cool metal would feel against your sensitive cl—

It was your name, spoken with palpable concern, that snapped you out of the momentary trance; only it sounded different than it ever had before on his tongue and sent a wave of complicated arousal coursing through you.

"I didn't mean to send it to you." He whispered, avoiding looking into your eyes like it might very well kill him.

"But you meant to take it. Do you always record?"

"Y-yeah," he confessed, like it cost him something to admit. "I guess I have a collection."

The idea of a library of videos like the one that made it to your messages planted a lewd idea in your head, one you decided to follow through with before you could talk yourself out of it.

"Hm." You hummed thoughtfully, relishing the way Choso swallowed nervously the longer your thoughtful silence stretched. "Okay, get your phone out."

He obeyed without question, nervous hands fumbling his phone before extending it towards you without a hint of hesitation. You took the device gingerly from his hand, using his passcode—your birthday, of course—to unlock it and open up the camera. After pressing record you handed it back to him, angling it down before sinking onto your knees in front of him. "Hold it like this."

"W-what are you—"

"Making a video," you answered steadily, as though freeing your best friend's hard length from his pants on camera was an everyday occurrence. "For your collection."

His cock rested heavy in your hands, so much prettier in person that you couldn't help but lick your lips, and the sight alone made him twitch. Without breaking eye contact your tongue swiped a wet stripe over his tip, a teasingly fleeting touch, and your thighs clenched at the sound he made in response.

"Fuck," he whined, phone visibly shaking in his trembling hands. "P-please."

You blinked up at him, tugging your tank top down just enough so that the top of your tits spilled out, painting him an irresistible picture. "Please what, Cho?" You purred.

"Please," he pleaded, any shame he might've felt for begging his pretty best friend long gone as he gazed down at you through lidded eyes. "Do that again pl—"

His words warped into moans as your mouth worked up and down his shaft, drool slipping down to the base as you traced each thrumming vein with your tongue.

It wasn't long before you hollowed out your cheeks and sealed your spit-slick lips around him, bobbing your head up and down while your gaze flicked between him and the camera he struggled to hold onto.

You pulled away from him with a pop! and his eyes fixated on the trail of saliva that covered the distance between your tongue and his tip before your head bobbed back down, taking him to the base until his tip reached the back of your throat.

"Oh my god," he groaned, brown hair messy as he leaned forward to get a better view, phone and any hopes of recording long forgotten.

You were a gagging, drooling mess before you pulled away to look up at your best friend with doe-like innocence despite the vulgar display you put on for him moments prior.

"Tell me where you wanna cum, Cho."

His eyes were dark with lust, his cock leaking as he answered, his response catching you off guard in the best way. "Inside of you."

It wasn't long before you were in your bed, climbing on top of Choso to straddle him as he sat with his head against your headboard. Large hands eagerly made their way under your shirt, groping and grabbing at your tits, teasing your sensitive nipples and tracing up and down your waist before his lips captured yours.

You leaned into the kiss, grinding slowly against his painfully hard cock and whimpering at the feeling of the thin lace of your underwear dragging against your clit while his tip prodded at your entrance.

"I need to be inside of you," he breathed, forehead resting against yours. "You have no idea."

Only you did have an idea, because as he lifted your hips and lined himself up with your entrance, you felt it too, and just as much.

The second you sank down on him, walls stretching but still impossibly tight around his length, he knew he was a goner. A broken sound left his mouth, more a whimper than anything, one that he didn't think himself capable of making.

Not that you were faring any better; once you sank down, taking him to the base, your head fell back and a ragged moan left your lips, already breathless just from the sheer size of him.

Gaining stability, you rested your hands on his muscular chest, feeling his heart thump erratically against your palm. Your hips rolled in small circles, riding him at a teasingly slow pace and Choso whined in response to your cadence, so desperate for more friction that his hips began to piston in and out of your wet cunt.

The new, unexpectedly dominate stimulation had you grinding on him harder and faster, hips circling and rocking back and forth while your nails pressed red marks into the pale skin of his chest and abs.

"Choso mmm-fuck!" You mewled, head falling back and losing all control as the pleasure took over. You thought it couldn't get better; the angle, the intense stretch of his huge cock filling you up.

Until Choso sat up and pushed your back flush against the mattress, lifting you by the hips to drive each stroke impossibly deeper until his bulging tip was visible in your stomach with each thrust.

Something about the sight of you, lips caught between your teeth as you bit down hard, eyes crossing and rolling, made him snap; his fingers began to indent the soft flesh of your ass and your thighs hard enough to bruise, while he fucked you with more fervor, whispering profanities and praises all the while.

"You—fuck have no idea," he started through gritted teeth. "How long I've wanted to fuck you like this."

His voice came out strained, as if the action of forming words was almost too much when paired with the mind blowing pleasure of fucking you.

His words sent a fresh pulse of arousal coursing through you, and your walls clenched around him in time for a line of saliva to roll off of his pierced tongue and onto your clit.

Choso wasted no time before his thumb was circling, spreading a mixture of slick and saliva around your sensitive spot and making you see stars.

"Mm-gonna cum Cho I'm so close," you whined, voice shaky.

"Yeah, yeah m-me too baby." Choso's hands tightened on your legs, and the contrast between the pain of his grip and the sweet praises spilling from his lips was ultimately your undoing. His name left your lips while you came around his cock, feeling him twitch inside of you not long after as his orgasm followed suit.

Both your eyes and his fixated on the spot where his length disappeared inside of you, at the white sticky seed dripping out onto the bed below you.

"I'm on the pill," you said without thinking, noticing where his eyes had landed.

"I know," he answered casually, and you wondered what else he paid attention to that you never considered before.

"If I'm honest," he began after a stretch of silence, eyes finding yours shyly. "I don't really think I actually recorded any of that."

You giggled, remembering the phone and the recording and the reason you were in this position with your best friend in the first place.

"That's okay, I guess we'll just have to do it again."

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a/n: idk why this took me so long but here's pt 2 angels hope you love

Tags:

18+ mdni, w.c: 1.414

one of the things choso loves most is watching and listening to his girlfriend as she shows off her shopping haul. even if he doesn't always understand everything you're saying, he genuinely enjoys hearing you talk and seeing the way your eyes light up and your smile grows with each item you pull out.

but what he looks forward to most is when your haul includes clothes, because it means you get to try them on and show him how they look.

"...and that's all the skincare i bought! for the price, i think it's such a good deal— don't you think so, cho?" you look up at him with sparkling eyes as you place the colorful bottles back into the paper bag. choso, who'd been sitting on the bed the whole time listening to you, nods softly. "i think so too." his gaze drifts to the bag in your hands, "is that all, baby?"

for a moment, you don't answer. instead, you reach for another paper bag, your movements just a little more careful this time. choso isn't sure if it's the room's lighting, but he notices the faint pink dusting your cheeks as you hold it up. "actually... i got something else too."

"oh?" he tilts his head slightly. "what's inside?"

you hesitate, fingers curling slightly around the handle. "...some clothes."

emo choso! goes up to you on the fourth day to try and help you out only to be confused when you denied his assistance. its not your fault you're too shy of the muscular boy who's littered with piercings.

emo choso! ends up looking forward to your daily visits. unaware that the only reason you're here is to take a look at him to try and memorize every little detail to get off at the thought of him. your little toys barely do any work anymore and you're having a difficult time finishing even when you're thinking of him.

emo choso! begins to feel guilty when he tries to catch a glimpse of under your skirt that barely covered those cute lace panties you bought from the victorias secret across the store. the guilt quickly vanishes when he sees you checking him out.

emo choso! goes up to you again, trying to spark a conversation. he finds out you both like the same movie and invites you over to his place to watch it together. an invitation you obviously agree to.

emo choso! leads you to his house, opening the door for you to enter first because he's a total gentleman and not because he wants to press his bulge against you. your cheeks reddened as you felt it and you let out a quiet whimper. once he heard it slip from those pretty lips he wished to kiss, he pressed even harder. "you like that?" he asked.

emo choso! finds himself fucking you so sweetly and sloppy because he still can't believe he's deep into the pussy of his little crush. the pace he pounded into you had you seeing stars. it was so messy but intimate and his praises made you tremble. "mmh thought I didn't see you checkin' me out doll? you're so fucking wrong."

emo choso! babbled as you both entered the umpteenth round. he just couldn't get enough of seeing your cute tits bounce as he had you in a mating press. your expressions motivated him to go even harder until he slipped out to cum right on your tummy. loads of warm semen landed on you as he leaned down to press soft kisses on your cheeks, kissing the salty tears that spilled out of you from overstimulation.

emo choso! loved the noise of his headboard slamming against his wall, knowing his neighbors would definitely kill him later but he thinks they better get used to it, because this won't be the only time he'll be fucking you. no, he wants you to be his.

emo choso! takes you out on a date to the movie theater to make up for the movie you didn't end up watching when you came over. he bought the tickets and walked you over to your guy's assigned seats, way up top where no one could see you. it was an empty theatre anyways so he knew he'd have to make the most of it.

emo choso! glances over at you seeing how focused you were. so focused you didn't even notice how his hand slipped under your skirt, sliding your panties that were already damp to the side to graze his fingers on your wetness.

"cho.." you moaned quietly."

"shh baby.. dont want to get kicked out." he kissed your temple before slipping two digits in you, making a loud 'squelch' sound. "fuck, she's all wet already for me."

emo choso! is a big whimperer. he isn't afraid to be vocal because he is aware you are so into it. “mmf yeah take my cock baby.. no no.. s’ not big! it’ll fit just like every time! yeah such a good baby! oh shit.. ngh oh you’re tight!” he whined as big fat tears left your eyes. he had you on his lap forcing you to bounce on him as he kissed your right nipple with his pierced lips. the silver was cold against your tit and it made you gasp.

emo choso! walks out of the theater knowing nothing about the movie you both just watched, but with a new pretty girlfriend he absolutely adored hugging onto his arm, and a hardened cock that still wanted more.

yuji didn’t have feelings for you, but when you became friends his only rule was to not get with his brother. you foolishly agreed before meeting the tall handsome man with the softest hair and prettiest brown eyes you’ve ever seen. he was so your type, and you immediately regretted telling yuji you’d say away from him

choso was also told something similar, and also agreed not knowing how pretty and funny you were. he loved seeing you when you and yuji hung out at the house. his eyes would linger on you for so long you could feel it too

the tension was obvious, to everyone but yuji apparently. you both tried to stay away from each other to honor your promise to yuji until one night

yuji had fallen asleep very quickly into your late night gaming hangout. leaving just you and choso playing together. you both made awkward small talk to distract from the fact you knew you wanted each other bad. it almost worked too until you shifted to move your phone, and when you sat back you were face to face with choso

you kissed each other without thinking, which turned into a sloppy, desperate makeout before you knew it. hands wandered, small moans were let out until you pulled away

“let’s go to your room”

that was the start of it all. the sneaking around, the late nights, the quick kisses and hushed moans. you both felt guilty, but being with each other felt so good you kept doing it again and again

if yuji invited you over and it was a late hangout, you and choso were staying up as long as possible until yuji fell asleep. he even let you sleep on the couch sometimes while he went to his room for some for the night. you felt particularly bad those nights, that he trusted you enough to let you stay over. but again, it was forgotten once choso was in between your thighs

choso was soooo good at eating you out (honestly he was good at it all). he would practically make out with your pussy and moan with pleasure every time. he loved it. whenever you were near each other he was dreaming about having his tongue lapping at your folds as you try to muffle your moans

as much as choso loves eating you out, he loves fucking you more. he can never get enough of you on top of him, bouncing on his cock with your hand over his mouth. he was loud in bed, always letting out the hottest whimpers and moans that made you so wet

the days choso went to your place instead were some of the best. you both could freely be, almost, as loud as you wanted, without worry of his brother finding out about what you were doing. the noises you two made were pornographic. the slapping of skin, your moans, his whimpering, the sobs choso would sometimes let out when it just felt too good

but as bad you felt about not telling yuji, there was something so erotic about it. having to be quiet as someone was right next to you, the chance of being caught. it made it all so much hotter. you loved fucking choso, but you also loved the risk that came with it. most of the time

one day, choso invited you over to his while yuji was supposed to be out for the day with megumi and nobara. knowing the house would be free almost all day, you guys took your time. you started with a movie that was barely on for 20 minutes before you were on his lap, grinding onto his clothed bulge as you made out

you then went to choso’s bedroom, practically ripping off each others clothes while continuing to roughly make out. choso laid on the bed and you climbed on top of him, not wasting anytime before sinking down on his huge dick. immediately choso was moaning praises about how good you felt, how much he loved your pussy, how it was perfectly made for him. you could only moan in response and kissed him again, beginning to move up and down on him

you weren’t sure how long it was until you both heard the front door unlock and then click shut. “choso! i’m home” yuji called into the house, his voice getting closer to choso’s room. you got off him quickly and scrambled to grab your clothes. choso quickly got dressed himself as you went into his closet and closed the door. he tried to compose himself as yuji opened the door

“hey bro are you-“ yuji pauses. choso’s heart is pounding. your breathing stopped. yuji looks at choso. “were you- uh- in the middle of-“ choso blushes out of embarrassment which yuji takes as a yes. “i’m so sorry man i didn’t know! i’ll uh- i’ll go-“

as yuji leaves the room, you were just glad he didn’t see the bra on the floor

𝜗℘ Horny pizza delivery guy!choso accidentally spilling sauce on your shirt, offering to lick it off, while pounding you on the kitchen counter ... 18+

The doorbell rang just as you were lounging in your cozy apartment kitchen, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt and panties, the fabric clinging to your curves from the humid evening air.

You swung the door open to find Choso Kamo standing there, the pizza box balanced in one hand, his dark eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your pulse quicken.

He was the usual delivery guy—tall, broad-shouldered, with that wild black hair tied back in a messy bun, streaks of white framing his sharp features. But tonight, there was something feral in his gaze, like he'd been holding back for too long.

"Pizza for..." he glanced at the receipt, voice low and gravelly, "Y/N? That'll be $18.50." His lips twitched into a half-smile as he handed over the box, but in the exchange, his fingers brushed yours a beat too long, sending a spark up your arm.

You turned to grab your wallet from the counter, and that's when it happened—Choso shifted, the box tipping just enough for a splatter of hot marinara sauce to escape, landing right on your chest, soaking through the thin shirt and dripping down between your breasts.

"Shit," he muttered, eyes widening as he set the box down hastily. The red stain bloomed across the white fabric, making it translucent, your nipples hardening instantly from the warmth and the sudden exposure.

"I'm so sorry, let me—fuck, that's a mess." But instead of backing away, he stepped inside without invitation, closing the door behind him, his breath coming heavier now. You froze, heart pounding, as he loomed closer, that hungry stare fixed on the sauce trail snaking toward your navel.

"It's okay," you breathed, but your voice came out husky, thighs pressing together at the heat building low in your belly.

Choso's tongue darted out to wet his lips, and before you could process it, he was on his knees in front of you, large hands gripping your hips. "I can fix it," he growled, voice thick with lust. "Let me lick it off. Taste how sweet you are under all this sauce."

Your breath hitched, but you didn't pull away—instead, you nodded, fingers threading into his hair as he leaned in. His hot tongue flattened against your skin just above the stain, lapping slowly, deliberately, the rough texture sending shivers racing down your spine.

He groaned against you, the vibration humming through your chest as he traced the sauce upward, sucking lightly at the fabric now clinging to your breast. "Mmm, fuck, you smell so good," he murmured, nipping at the edge of your shirt before tugging it up with his teeth, exposing your bare tits to the cool air.

Sauce smeared across one nipple as he captured it in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the pebbled peak, sucking hard enough to make you gasp and arch into him. His hands slid under the hem, pushing the shirt higher, palms rough and calloused from whatever manual job he did between deliveries.

He devoured you like a starving man, licking every drop, his saliva mixing with the tangy sauce until your skin glistened. "So fucking messy," he rasped, switching to the other breast, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh while his thumbs circled your hips, dipping dangerously close to your panties.

Heat throbbed between your legs, your pussy clenching at the wet sounds of his mouth working you over. "Choso..." you whimpered, and that was all it took. He surged up, capturing your lips in a bruising kiss, the flavor of marinara and your skin exploding on your tongue as he backed you toward the kitchen counter.

His cock was already straining against his jeans, a thick bulge pressing into your thigh as he lifted you effortlessly, setting your ass on the cool granite edge.

"Gonna fuck you right here," he panted against your mouth, hands yanking your shirt over your head and tossing it aside. Your tits bounced free, sauce-streaked and shiny, and he dove back in, licking a fresh path down your sternum while his fingers hooked into your panties, ripping them down your legs in one swift motion.

You spread for him instinctively, pussy dripping wet, folds slick and swollen as he dropped to his knees again, but this time, he didn't stop at your chest.

His tongue dragged lower, over your stomach, lapping up the last traces of sauce before reaching your bare mound. "Look at this pretty pussy," he groaned, breath fanning your clit as he spread your thighs wider, hooking them over his shoulders.

One long lick from your entrance to your nub had you moaning, hips bucking as he sucked your clit between his lips, rolling it gently with his tongue. Juices coated his chin, mixing with the sauce remnants, and he hummed in approval, the vibration making stars burst behind your eyelids.

But Choso was too worked up to linger. He stood abruptly, unzipping his jeans with frantic hands, his massive cock springing free—thick, veined, the tip already leaking pre-cum that beaded like dew. It was longer than you expected, curving slightly upward, flushed dark and throbbing.

"Need to be inside you," he demanded, fisting the base as he stepped between your legs, rubbing the head through your slick folds. You nodded desperately, arms wrapping around his neck as he aligned himself and thrust in with one brutal snap of his hips.

"Fuck!" you cried out, walls stretching around his girth, the burn delicious as he bottomed out, balls slapping against your ass. He was huge, filling you completely, every ridge dragging against your inner walls as he pulled back and slammed in again.

The counter dug into your back, but you didn't care—your nails raked down his shoulders, tearing at his uniform shirt as he set a punishing pace, pounding into you like he owned your body.

"So tight," he grunted, forehead pressed to yours, sweat beading on his brow. His hips snapped forward relentlessly, the wet squelch of your pussy taking his cock echoing in the kitchen.

Each thrust jolted you higher on the counter, tits bouncing with the force, sauce still smeared across them like erotic war paint. He captured one nipple again, sucking hard while he fucked you deeper, the dual sensations making your vision blur.

"Harder, Choso—please," you begged, legs wrapping around his waist to pull him in. He obliged with a feral growl, one hand bracing on the counter beside your head, the other gripping your thigh to spread you wider.

His cock pistoned in and out, hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl, pleasure coiling tight in your core. "Yeah, like that? Gonna make this pussy mine," he rasped, lips brushing your ear, hot breath sending goosebumps over your skin.

The sauce play wasn't forgotten—he dipped his head, licking a stripe across your collarbone where a drop had trickled, even as his hips never faltered.

You were a mess beneath him, arousal leaking down your thighs, mixing with his pre-cum as he railed you. His free hand snaked between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing firm circles that had you clenching around him, milking his length.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so good," he moaned, pace stuttering as he chased his release. But he wasn't done tormenting you—leaning back slightly, he watched where his cock disappeared into your pussy, the sight obscene and filthy.

"Look at that—taking every inch. Such a greedy little hole." His words sent you spiraling, orgasm crashing over you like a wave, walls fluttering wildly as you screamed his name, juices gushing around him.

Choso fucked you through it, prolonging the bliss until you were trembling, oversensitive and whimpering. Only then did he let go, burying himself to the hilt with a guttural groan, cock pulsing as he flooded your pussy with thick ropes of cum.

It overflowed, dripping down your ass onto the counter, warm and sticky. He stayed seated inside you, panting, as he kissed you lazily, tongue exploring your mouth while his hands roamed your sauce-smeared body.

"Best delivery ever," he murmured with a smirk, finally pulling out with a wet pop, watching his cum leak from your abused hole. But even spent, his eyes darkened with promise. "Round two? Got more sauce in the box."

college was expensive, to put it plainly. you had gotten lucky, having a lot of your fees waived from merit scholarships, federal aid, and working odd jobs throughout the summer. even with all that, it still would cost an arm and a leg to afford housing. to cover the cost, you decided to find a roommate to help cover it.

at first, it was awkward. you and choso had never met before. the two of you had completely different majors, which meant different classes and schedules, so naturally, your paths had never crossed.

he was polite, not super chatty, neat, and mostly kept to himself. you didn't have any issues until two months in, when he randomly decided it was socially acceptable to walk around half naked, post shower. he would knock on your door and you would swing it open to find that he had nothing on but a towel hanging loosely around his hips. his brown hair, slightly damp, would drip down onto his defined chest as he asked you what you wanted from the store later.

you weren't blind. no one in their right mind would be able to ignore that. you'd gape at him before the question fully processed in your head.

"tomatoes," you'd blurt out and he'd tilt his head in confusion. smooth, you thought to yourself. now he had to think you were crazy.

you liked to walk around in a baggy t-shirt and shortie shorts back home, but you never did around him because you wanted to be respectful and mindful of the space you shared. after those two months though, decorum seemed to be thrown out the window.

his late night store runs (post shower course) became more frequent. as the weather changed, it got hotter. so you started getting more comfortable yourself, wearing your t-shirt with no bra and shorts around the house, complaining about the heat, you didn't want to crank up the ac, you could barely afford living there in the first place.

once you started letting your guard down too, you felt him watching your more carefully. as if he was responding to it, he'd walk around the house shirtless more often or wear compression shirts that would highlight every muscle. he was pretty fit and it showed. you cursed yourself for letting your gaze linger longer than it should.

other people seemed to notice how attractive your roommate was too. he'd bring different girls each night, loud girls. their moans would travel though the walls and into your room as you pulled all nighters to study. if you banged on the shared wall to tell them to keep it down, you swore their moans got louder. it took everything in you not to burst into the room and tell them off.

after four nights in a row of hearing other women instead of you scream his name, you decided it was time to put your foot down.

the following morning you knocked softly on his door.

"come in," he called out. you turned the knob slowly, giving anyone who might be on the other side of the door to make sure they were decent.

"don't worry, she's gone," he chuckled, taking in your state. your eyes were glued to the floor as you nervously shifted your feet.

"that's what i'm here to talk to you about actually." you looked up and made eye contact with him.

with a slightly amused look on his face, he crossed his arms and nodded.

"what's up?"

"when you bring your um... women here, it's distracting. you're up late at night and you're not exactly quiet." you sighed. "this is a shared space, so all i'm asking is for you to be more mindful of how your... activities can affect me, your roommate."

he frowned. "okay. well i guess since since we're sharing now, i don't think it's very appropriate to be only wearing a t-shirt in the house."

your jaw dropped. no the fuck he did not. you laughed awkwardly, the nature of this conversation slowly dawning to you. "you know, funny you bring that up, because i am almost certain this all started with you walking around the apartment casually in nothing but a towel barely wrapped around your waist. so low i can see your freaking v line." you narrowed your eyes at him. "you're one to talk."

"i had no idea that bothered you. if i didn't know better, i'd think you took that as an opportunity to walk around wearing basically nothing yourself. no bra, no pants, no nothing."

you huffed. "i do wear shorts underneath. and stop staring at my chest your pervert. i catch you staring you know."

"and you don't think i don't catch your staring?" the brunette shot back, face breaking into a grin. "we're both bad."

"no, don't group me with you. i don't sleep with a new person every night, staying up super late, being so loud my roommate can't even sleep."

he raised an eyebrow. "this conversation is going into circles now. i'm trying to finish this paper, it's been giving me trouble, so please—" he gestured to the door. "leave and let me work if that's all you need."

a wave of frustration washed over you. the man standing in front of you had no idea the amount the resilience it took to listen to him and random girls get at each night. there was no way in hell you would let him get off scot free.

you narrowed your eyes at him. "i had a paper due last night too, but you didn't seem to care." you jabbed at his chest with your finger, the anger rising to the surface. "actions have consequences. you upset your roommate, now you have to listen to her complain. maybe if you weren't so entitled, you'd understand."

he grabbed your wrist and locked eyes with you.

"i'm sorry for being a bad roommate." he said mockingly. "is there anything i can do to make it better?"

that's how you found yourself caged underneath him on his bed, stripped naked as he teased your entrance.

"cho, please."

"hmm? what's wrong" he cooed, grinning at you.

a sob escaped from you. "don’t be a tease just fuck me. please”

he pretended to think about it.

"i dunno... i think i'm entitled to take my time with you, no?" his stupid grin made you want to scream. he was enjoying this, making you almost lose your mind.

"choso i swear to fucking go—"

he slammed into you without any warning. you screamed, clawing at his back. your cunt hugged his walls as he bottomed out.

"i think you’re only complaining because you wish it was you up at night underneath me.” he whispered into your ear, hips rolling slowly. “why didn’t you say so?”

you whined in response, mind elsewhere. his words barely processed in your head. all you could think and feel was how you were buried to the hilt. he felt good, too good. you suspected because it wasn’t the most ideal thing to be sleeping with your roommate out of all people.

he snapped his hips, pulling you out of you thoughts. "don't worry, i find it adorable, the fact that you hate that you like me." he laughed and pulled out again. his dick was covered in your slick, piercing shining like liquid mercury.

"if you say sorry for being bitchy, maybe i'll fuck you properly."

you frowned, sexually frustrated and just overall annoyed. he was being an asshole, dangling the fact you found him attractive in your face. sure, you didn't like that you liked him—he pissed you off wayy too often—but what the hell did that have to do with making you come?

"you're projecting." you hissed at him. you leaned forward and started stroking him slowly.

"you're the shitty roommate not me. and i think you hate that you like me." you smirked as he twitched in your hand. his eyes were screwed shut as he bucked into your hand.

"shit." he groaned. his tip was flushed and leaking of precum. he couldn't deny the fact that he wasn't enjoying this, no matter how hard he tried.

you worked your hand up and down his length, taking your time with him. he buried his face in your shoulder and moaned as you jerked him off.

"'m close," he mumbled.

at that, you removed your hand and scooted away from him. the look on his face was priceless: a mix of surprise and hurt as your little act of revenge dawned on him.

"wait...why'd you—"

"you know why," you interrupted him. now both of you were sexually frustrated and irritated with each other. he glared at you and inched forward on the bed.

"we're both sexually frustrated, so why are torturing ourselves? just to prove a point?" he sighed.

you bit your lip. he was right, but you couldn't just let him win. countless sleepless nights lost to his sex life and not yours, dismissing your concerns, then having the audacity to tease you? you were not a doormat for gods sake.

but part of you wanted to give in. the part that had been wondering what it would be like to be the one screaming his name instead. the part that wondered what it would be like to be crushed by his biceps. the part that—

"come here." he whispered, eyes staring intensely into yours.

against your better judgement, you complied, moving across the bed until you reached his arms.

his lips captured yours and you melted into the kiss, tugging on his hair to pull him closer.

he pulled away and threw you further onto the bed, chuckling as you squealed.

that night you screamed his name so loud you swore the RA would be on your ass in the morning.

a/n: struggled w the ending + a bit ooc i'm sorry :/ thank you @natipieee for requesting this i'm so sorry for the wait i am nott good at smut

Pairing ~ Choso Kamo X Fem!Reader

Warning!/Tags ~ Kissing, Dry humping, Grinding, whiny Choso, friends to lovers Word Count. 2.5K

Choso can’t believe he agreed to this. He watched as pairs wandered off into the closet, coming out flustered and a little disheveled. He watched your hopeful eyes, glued on Suguru. He could feel your yearning for him from here. It ached, as much as someone you love loving someone else would. He bites his bottom lip, hoping the pain from his lip would distract him from the pain aching in his chest.     You sit in cris cross apple sauce, gripping your ankles as Suguru takes the bottle. It’s his turn to spin. And you knew it was probably your only chance to make a move. You had begged Choso to join the game with you scared to join alone, not knowing the pain it would bring him if your plan had worked. But he loves you, and it was his job to make you happy. So, he agreed.    Hopeful eyes glued on Suguru everyone wanted a piece of that dark mysterious man. Choso didn’t understand what everyone saw in Suguru that they didn’t in him. They looked similar. Choso was just not as charismatic, and a little more alternative.  

As the bottle slows down, it becomes evident that it’s not going to land on you. Choso lets out a small sign, all his nerves calm down. He sees the same body language go through you; your shoulders slump and a small frown spread across your face.     There were three closets close by and now two of them were in use. So, another person had to spin. Choso was going to go and ask you if you wanted to leave also. But the girl who organized the game handed him a bottle before he could reject it. A crazy, impossible thought runs through him as he sets the bottle on the floor.  

Box Clever (adj.) — To act skillfully and cunningly or deceitfully to achieve a desired outcome… and perhaps with a little help from a few toys tucked inside a box.

Pairing: pervy!cho x experienced!reader 

Content: MDNI, Neighbour AU, BDSM, sex toys, kink play

2.4k words ⭑.ᐟ

A box sits on your porch. It was a plain black box with no company labels or any sign of sender information. Just a discreet black box resting on the plush snow-white rug at your front door. The size of the parcel was odd too — Too tiny to be the air fryer you just ordered and too large to be a palm-sized makeup palette you carted out a week ago.

What exactly is this?

You wrecked your brain trying to recall what it was. Confusion struck you once again when you bent down to pick it up. It wasn't heavy, but a muted thud came from inside — like a few loose pieces knocking together.

Crap! Did the palette snap in half?

The unexpected sound made you panic, worried at the possibility of your dream eyeshadow palette being shattered into pieces from a rough delivery. In a frenzy, you grabbed a pen knife from your desk. The blade slid through the tape with a loud shhhk, the cardboard giving way with a massive rip.

You stared into the box, frozen — shocked not because anything was broken, but because it wasn’t even the eyeshadow palette you’d been expecting. For a moment, you stood there motionless, brain trying to process what these objects were. 

Smooth, ribbed, silicone, metallic. 

Oh. 

Then it clicked. Adult…toys? 

You were baffled. You knew you sometimes absentmindedly added random products to your cart when they were on sale, but surely you hadn’t ordered these… right? There was no way. 

A black silicone cock ring. A black nylon blindfold. A black fleshlight — ribbed, lined with raised bumps on the inside.

And a… pink collar.

The only pink among the black stood out instantly. You picked it up gently. It was a soft baby pink colour, with a heart pendant latched onto the front. You traced your finger against the collar, admiring the intricate lace detailing and mini roses decorated all over it. It was adorable, almost doll-like. 

Who does this even belong to?

Something scribbled in silver marker caught your eye on the box. It was cursive, written neatly in two lines —

Choso Kamo 

#03-45

Wait.

That’s the unit across from yours.

The one where your neighbour lives. The sexy, mysterious one.

Always dressed in black from head to toe, hood pulled low over his face — just enough to reveal the faint glint of a lip piercing when the light catches it.

You’ve always wondered what he looks like properly. Without the hood. Hair tousled, soft to the touch.

You’ve seen him in the elevator a few times, but he always slips out the moment the doors open, never giving you the chance to properly introduce yourself.

The realisation hits you all at once.

That’s Choso Kamo.

…And he ordered these?

A train of thoughts hit you all at once. What’s he doing with these toys? Does he have a partner? Is the collar… for her? No. That couldn't be true. He always leaves the house alone and comes back alone. 

Your eyes dropped to the very-obviously torn-apart box. Embarrassment crept up your face. Shit. You’ve gotta return these. Fast.

You knocked on his door, your heart pounding so loudly you swore he could hear it.

Beep-beep-beep. His door swung open. Right across your face was Choso Kamo, the hot neighbour you’ve had your eyes locked on since he moved in. His hazel eyes twinkled at the sight of you and tilted his head slightly in confusion. He surely hasn't been expecting you out of everyone to knock on his door. 

Truth is, he adored you.

No, he worshipped you. The ground you walked on.

He loved the warm, vanilla scent you carried. He loved the way your shorts rode up your thighs slightly when you walked. He wondered what it would be like to be there, trapped between the softness, suffocating in it.

And he absolutely loved watching you apply your cherry chapstick in the elevator. He could always smell the sweet scent, and it was almost unbearable.

With every glance, obscene thoughts flooded his mind. He wondered what it would be like to taste those cherry-smeared lips, to feel them against his own, and the thought made his pants tighten.

He pulled his hoodie taut every single time he was in the elevator with you, desperate to hide the erection before you noticed. He’d then rush home, back to his bed and touch himself to the erotic fantasies of you.

“Hi! I’m Y/N” You beamed, snapping him back to reality — back to his dream girl in front of him. “I think this is yours…” You handed him the black box, plastered with your horrible attempt to patch it back up with decorative tapes. “I’m sorry about opening it. I thought it was mine…” You trailed off, eyes darting everywhere but landing on Choso’s, too nervous to see how he’ll react.  

He reached out for the box, hands trembling slightly at the realisation that you've seen it all — the toys, the collar and the fact that he is a filthy pervert underneath the quiet demeanor. 

“Choso, right? I’m the neighbour from #03-46.” You paused, unsure how to bring it up, but curiosity got the better of you. “I didn’t know you have a girlfriend”, you blurted out before you knew it, hands flying to your mouth in shock. You were jealous. You wanted him all to yourself. How could he — 

“I don’t.” The brief response made your eyes snap back to his. “W-what? The collar?” He ducked his head, burying as much of his reddened face as he could in his hood. “That’s for… p-personal use.” Choso was so flustered that his flushed cheeks stood out against his black clothes. It was unbearably adorable.

“Personal use? What does that even mean…” You mumbled under your breath. “So, these toys… you use it on yourself? And that collar is… yours?” You stammered in confusion, trying to piece the information together. 

Choso’s lips trembled slightly, ashamed of himself for being such a pervert, such a filth, such a horny loser whose image was ruined in front of the girl he wanted to impress. He remained silent, wishing the earth would just swallow him up right now. 

“I could help out, you know?” You whispered. “It’s no fun doing it yourself while blindfolded.” You teased with a sly smile tugged at your lips. 

His eyes shot up in shock, locking onto yours, scanning your features to see if you were pulling his leg. You weren’t. You were dead-serious and so was he. “Yeah.” He exhaled, hiding his excitement. Choso stepped aside to hold the front door open for you. “Come in.”

His apartment was exactly what you expected. Black furniture lined the living area, each piece sleek and unadorned. There wasn’t much to it, just the essentials, arranged with quiet precision. Quite the minimalist, or so you thought till he pulled a drawer open underneath his bed. Arranged neatly were rows and rows of sex toys — blindfolds, vibrators, handcuffs, whips, ropes. Each one in its own designated place. You gulped at the scene unfolding in front of you. “My collection…” Choso whispered, voice-low, almost shy. “Just for you.” 

“M-me?” You swallowed, a pit of anticipation pooling in your lower abdomen.

Choso reached for the black box and carefully pulled out the blindfold and cock ring. He placed the latter gently in your palm.

“Have always wanted it to be you… please?” he whined, sitting at the edge of his bed, waiting and ready to follow your command.

“Hoodie. Off. Now.” 

You’d be lying if you weren't gaping at his body. His toned muscles were tight ridges under smooth skin, each movement flexing in a way that made your stomach flutter. You couldn’t help but wonder why he’d been hiding all this under a baggy hoodie.

You moved closer, slipping the blindfold over his eyes. Your fingers traced down his neck, lingering at his ear longer than you should. Your teeth grazed the ridge of his helix, licking and nibbling on it gently as you made your way down to his torso, moving at a deliberately slow pace on purpose. “Hngh…” Choso whimpers, already impatient from your subtle teasing touches. 

After all, he’d never done this before. Night after night, as his hands fisted deep in his pants, he’d think of you, wondering how it would feel… and always hoped it’d be with you. Only you could make him feel so… “A-ah!” He gasped. The sensation of your tongue swirling around his nipple caught him off-guard. He never expected it to feel so good there. It never felt like this when he was touching it himself. The other nipple was occupied by your fingertips, gently rubbing and twisting it, till it became a rosy sensitive nub. Choso leaned into your touch, craving more and more as you trailed down toward his groin. 

With one swift motion, you tugged at his sweatpants. There was no underwear, just his drippin’ wet cock slapping against his firm abdomen. Your eyes widened in shock — at him going commando, the gorgeous curve of his eight-inch cock,  and the glistening red tip blushing the same shade as he was. Everything was a sight to take in.

You marvelled at him. You inched closer to take a better look. Choso was neatly trimmed, a slight bend to the right, veins running along him in a way that made your tongue itch to trace, and that length. Your breath falters as your thoughts wander, wondering how it would feel inside you. Would it even fit, or would it press so deep it leaves you breathless?

“H-hey… you’ve been… really quiet… i-is something wrong?” Choso’s voice cuts through your thoughts, and you blink, heat rushing to your face as you realise just how long you’ve been staring.

“Y-yeah.” You cleared your throat before easing the silicone toy around the base of his cock. Your thumb grazed something raised on the side. Buttons? You press once, and a low whirr fills the quiet room. 

Choso’s breath hitches from the sudden sensation. It sent bolts of pleasure shooting up his body. His back arched, hips pressing into the bed as every nerve screamed for more, every movement needier especially because you were watching him. 

“P-please… make it stronger,” he begged, voice trembling, his cock twitching and leaking sticky drops of precum that pooled on his vinyl flooring.

You hummed in amusement, caught off guard by his pretty voice — so delicate and soft, a jarring contrast to the grim black fabrics he always shrouded himself in. Your fingers pressed the raised metal again. Click. A stronger wave of vibration pulsed through the room, an octave higher this time.

Choso’s hands fisted the sheets, body shivering with need, and you could see the way every inch of him tightened and stretched under the teasing, relentless buzz. He tips his head slightly backwards, his Adam’s apple bopping up and down with every gulp he takes. The column of his neck was as veined as his twitching cock — so pretty, so exposed, so unbearably… bare.

You remembered the pink accessory from before, and your eyes flicked to the neglected black box that sat by the bed. Quietly, you leaned over, fingers curling around the band before fastening it around Choso’s neck. 

The way his breath hitched and a soft hiss escaped him the moment the cold metal touched his neck told you he hadn’t expected it. “W-what…” His words were barely a whisper, cut off as your thumb brushed over his bottom lip. You inched closer, letting your lips almost touch his ear.

“I wonder… what does the pretty boy want to do with this pretty collar?”

A soft whimper escapes him at your words, your sultry voice sending heat straight to his blushing ears. He squirms, trying to hide it, but your words have him weak.

“T-tug… Tug it, please...” You looped your finger through the collar, giving it a firm pull. He jerked forward, lips letting out a sharp whine. That reaction said everything. You pulled on his collar again, drawing his face closer before gently pressing your lips to his. His lip piercing met yours with a cold bite, a sharp contrast to the plush softness beneath. You lingered, waiting to see if he would pull away. He didn’t. Of course he wouldn’t. Poor boy’s been craving your cherry-sweet lips for ages. The sensation made him tense, as a few more hot beads of precum slipped free, joining the growing puddle between his legs.

Pressed against yours, he parted his lips slightly — an invitation you couldn’t ignore. You swiped your tongue gently over his lower lip, teasing before sliding into his mouth. A soft cry escaped him, the wet sensation sending shivers through his body as his breathing grew ragged.

Choso broke the kiss with a wet, sensual plop as he rested his forehead against yours, voice barely above a whisper. “I-I’m close… so close.” With a smirk, you hovered by his ear. “Cum for me,” you purred as you reached lower, wrapping your hand ‘round his aching cock, moving slow and steady. Up and down. Up and down.

He tensed, teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he tried to muffle the broken whimpers slipping past. “Mm, no… pretty boy. Let me hear you.” You cooed, tilting his chin up and sliding your thumb into his mouth, preventing him from biting down any further.

You picked up the pace, watching as he bucks into your hands involuntarily, thigh muscles reflexing with every jut. “A-ah nngh… cum- ‘m cummin’, please…” With a final jolt, he comes undone — chest heaving, body trembling and tight with tension. You held him close, your hands steady, letting him ride the overwhelming sensations until he collapsed, voice breaking as he murmured your name over and over again. 

You gently removed his blindfold, fingers brushing through his fluffy hair. As your eyes met his glossy gaze, you saw tears pooling, glistening in the soft light. Gently, you traced his cheekbone with your thumb. “How was it?” you whispered.

Choso leaned into your touch, his large hands clasping yours. “It was… g-good, so good,” he panted, body still trembling slightly from the intensity.

His gaze wandered past you. “Can we… try that next?” Your eyes followed his, settling on the fleshlight in the black box. Turning back, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of him — shy smile, flushed cheeks, eyes half-lidded with a mischievous glint.

Oh... he’s box clever, alright.

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A/N: GAHHHH another one for my Choso lovers!

Choso knew he was fucked from the moment you crawled on top of him. The soft, heavy weight of your ass settling comfortably just an inch above his crotch. You batted your long lashes all pretty, effortlessly coaxing him into letting you drag a black, drugstore liner along his eyelids. “So we can match, ‘Cho!” you’d chirped, tone syrupy sweet—and Choso, utterly enamored with your entire being, couldn’t bring himself to deny you.

Now, he lays trapped in the aftermath of his own compliance. Your knees bracket his hips, eyes squinting, intently focused as you lean in with painstaking precision, correcting the smudged edge with a pointed nail. Each time you shift to get a better angle, the round globes of your ass grind an agonizing path over the growing tent in his pants. Your shorts do little to mitigate anything—the fabric far too thin to muffle the friction of your cheeks against his throbbing cock.

With a look of concentration etched across your face, you lean forward once more, carefully refining the liner at the inner corners of his eyes, ensuring it mirrors the elongated sweep of the outer wing with meticulousness. Your clothed cunt presses flush against him, and Choso’s brows knit together in a look of pure, pathetic misery. His bottom lip trembles and he’s a second away from losing it, from rutting up into you like a desperate puppy.

"’Cho,” you pout, completely oblivious, "Stop moving. You’re messing me up."

Not a serious fic but deffinately smut with some plot with mall worker au choso hope u enjoy💗💗💗