synopsis: streamer!choso has a pervy crush on his dorm neighbor: the schools sweetheart!reader
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summer felt wrong without you.
he tried to ignore the silence of being in his room instead of the dormitories--really, he did. he did so much as to fill his schedule with games, streams, scrolling through reels, anything to keep his mind from wandering where he know it shouldn't but damnit, he missed his next-door neighbor dearly
it wasn’t like the two of you were friends—no he didn’t miss you like that, he missed seeing you in that skimpy little school uniform just a few rows ahead of him, flashing that beautiful smile of yours as you laughed with shoko when you got confused, your skirt riding up those pretty soft thighs when you shifted in your seat, the shimmery pink of your lips and god how pretty you looked when you applied your gloss.
and he knew you were out of his league by miles and miles so he shouldn't bother noticing things like that
but what he missed most wasn't even class
it was living next to you in the dorms
seeing you rush into the hallway to grab some water in nothing but your short little sleep shorts and a white tank top that showed your pretty perked nipples through it—god he hated himself for it, he really did! he didn’t ever want to make you uncomfortable because he really did care for you!
and he hated this part of himself
you trusted the space you were in, comfortable and safe
and here he was, memorizing, watching, listening to things he had no right to.
he'd run his hand down his face trying to force his mind to anywhere but you but--it never really stuck
he doesn’t know when it started, whether it was when you first talked to him in class with the same warm smile you wore for everyone else—or if it was that night
the one he should've forgotten about but god it was all he could think about
he had been up late cramming for a physics project, papers scattered everywhere the only sounds that late usually were his notebook pages flipping and the occasional frustrated groan until he heard it--
soft broken breaths muffled through the wall
he told himself he was hearing things until it got louder, needier
"...shit," he breathed out staring at the wall--your shared wall
he should've put headphones on, went to bed, anything! but instead he crawled into his bed with his ear against the wall you two shared--his heart pounding with every small sound that so barely slipped through
god, he imagined what you looked like trying to chase that high all by yourself when he knows he could make you feel so good
how pretty you probably looked with your desperate fingers fucking in and out of you, your other hand probably squeezing your tits, pinching at your sensitive peaks desperately, chasing a wave of pleasure he knows he could so easily give you
he pictured you with your lacy bra just barely pulled to the side with pathetic tears streaming down your face, riding into your own hand with your thong just pushed to the side
fuck.
he shouldn't be thinking about you like this
you--who smiled at him in class, treated him like everyone else, who made him feel seen, who had no idea what was running through his head right now
a desperate whine came from your side and his room suddenly felt too small, too hot
"m'sorry" he said breathlessly into the air as he tugged his boxers down, almost tripping over himself as he eagerly ran to his bed, laying with his ear practically glued to the wall to hear as much of you as he could, wrapping around himself slowly
another muffled whine came from your room and he couldn’t hold back anymore
his head tipped back against his pillow while his hand fisted around his straining cock, pumping himself teasingly, rubbing his puffed tip smearing pre all over his pretty pink tip, already dripping all over his abdomen
“ahh-ahh fuck—m'sorry y/n--m'sorry!”
tears streaming down his face as he pushed himself through it, listening to your voice through the walls--he looked a pathetic beautiful mess
“f-fuck pl-pleasee—” he whined into his quiet room, a choked cry following. his brain felt like it was short-circuiting and the only image it could think of is the one he was hoping to one day be on top of one day
and that was the night it started
the night he stopped trying to pretend he didn't need you
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now he may have felt like a pervert, but you weren’t much better over the summer
the day you found his livestream you clicked on it immediately without thinking, sure you'd seen him in class with those sexy nerdy fucking glasses, and the way his plaid pants hung a little too low when he lounged around the common room
you wanted to get to know him, he was your neighbor after all, so you figured maybe this way you could get to know some of his interests, or more of who he really was, not that quiet boy in the back of class who had a clear strain in his pants every time you even looked his way, not that you minded, you found it adorable
so you spent the summer watching his streams and everyday you watched you felt yourself wanting to know him more, to talk to him, to have him. so when school rolled back around you wasted no time, he would be yours in at least some way this year, because god knows you were tired of watching girls thirst over him in his comments, and of trying to reach your peak with your pathetic toy: he'd do much better
you hadn't meant for it to get this bad--but you weren't really complaining
what started as pure curiosity at the beginning of summer turned into something you couldn't stop--an addiction
because choso was nothing like what you expected
sure you knew he was quieter, yeah and a little awkward at times, but there was something else too. the way he focused and furrowed his brows with that stupid eyebrow piercing he gave himself, how he mumbled to himself as he played talking the viewers through his gameplay--and god was it attractive
you told yourself it was harmless at first--background noise while you kept yourself busy to get to make a new friend! but instead it felt like you were watching him.
you started paying attention to the little things
the way his glasses slipped down his nose when he leaned in to focus, the way his voice dipped slightly when he got tired, and how his shirt rode up just enough when he stretched to cover what you wanted to see most
and you realized it had become a problem when you noticed the comments
something you didn't expect to bother you
it wasn't like you knew him or had any right to be jealous, but you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the comments pointing out things you had already noticed
"he's so cute"
"is he single???"
"say my name on streammm"
all of them fucking annoying--they didn't know him like you did
even if your definition of knowing him wass just watching him on stream night after night, or talking to him briefly in class, or seeing him walk into his dorm late at night
it still felt like something to you
so by the time summer ended you weren't just curious anymore
you were set on it.
on him.
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"hey!!" shoko chased after you in the dorms "you ready for tonight? welcome back party at toru's place!" she wrapped her arms around you excitedly, but your arms were wandering, hoping the room arrangements would be the same as last year
"helllooo y/n c'mon what's up" she snapped in your face playfully with a laugh "seriously, you good? you seem like, dazed--are you high?" she whispered
"no-no no no sho! sorry i'm just trying to see the room arrangements but yes, party tonight got it!"
suguru was waiting across the hall with a cigarette resting between his lips glancing at shoko
"now i thinkkk you have someone waiting for you, maybe those frat hookups weren't nothing" you teased shoko and nudged her lightly with a laugh as she rolled her eyes and left you for suguru, which was perfectly fine with you because you had a gameplan for your first week: get to know choso!
now his gameplan was a littlee different, he had spent the last week of summer researching the best ways to please you, emotionally and physically, so he didn't disappoint you when he finally had the chance.
he paced around the dorms hoping they'd still be the same just to see you lounging around in the common room, in those baggy jeans that hugged your hips just right and that tight tank top that showed you off, fuck you were beautiful--and he couldn't take it! he rushed into his dorm room and slammed his door before you could've noticed the pink of his cheeks or the bulge in his pants, and that's when he heard a faint knock
"choso?" you called out softly from the other side of the door
fuck.
so sorry for the long hiatus i was in such a writing slump and got so caught up with life, this is my first time doing anything 18+ so pleaseee be easy on me LOL but leave tips if you have any MWAH <3
