Slightly NSFW- sexual activities are only mentioned. Still, minors and ageless bios stay away from this pls!!
This is based off of the song Imported by Jessie Reyez and 6LACK. I was blasting that all while writing (and not studying for finals).
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He doesn’t know why he’s getting so sad over this. It happens all the time. The girl that he loves finds some guy at a party, then they head home together, leaving Chosou a wreck. He knows it’s not fair, and he should have moved on a long time ago, but he can’t.
It’s hard to move on from someone you love- especially when she’s telling him “I love you” back. But she doesn’t want to make it official- she knows that this man will literally walk on his hands and knees to appease her, and she acts like he’s just some guy. It aggravates him to high hell, but he’s still hopeful about her.
This night was no different. She came with Chosou, and she’s leaving with another man. He can see her chatting this guy up from across the room in the house party. She’s batting her lashes up at him, playing with her hair, letting him feel all up on her. Chosou’s seething- you can practically see the steam rising from his head. With every bass boosted beat of the music in the house his heart is being torn to shreds. But she’s made it pretty clear that the two of them aren’t together- at all. He’s beginning to realize that they never will be.
“You look pissed as hell.”
A voice from behind him says, as (presumably, the owner of said voice) snakes an arm across his shoulder, leaning over the back of the chair to talk to him.
He peels his eyes off of ‘his girl’ and gives his attention to the voice.
It’s you. Your hair’s done up- you’re wearing a tube dress with necklaces and other jewelry adorning you. Lipgloss is shining. You’re smirking at him. He’s never seen you before- ever.
He doesn’t respond to you. Instead, he just looks at you blankly, then back at the girl he came with, dancing with another man.
“You like her, huh? In love with your best friend?”
That annoys Chosou a little bit. They’re not best friends- they’re… they…. Fuck he doesn’t even know. He takes a sip of his alcohol, just trying not to send his mind into a spiral.
“I get it. Happens to the best of us.”
Chosou would really prefer if you left him alone to wallow in his own self pity, but it seems that you have no intention of doing that. You haphazardly rub his chest, trying to comfort him.
“Thank you for- thank you for coming to my party.” You slur, smiling warmly.
Great. A drunk hostess. Not that he also wasn’t tipsy- it’s just that he’s sitting down, and he’s focusing all of his sobriety on his love.
And this is your house. It must look so nice when it’s not full of a bunch of mid to late 20-year olds getting wasted as fuck and destroying the place.
“Thank you for having me…”
He side eyes you, as you place your head in your other hand.
“You’re too cute to be here upset about a girl.”
You grab the back of his head, which startles him, a tinge of red dancing across his cheeks as you move his head to look around.
“Take aaaa look at all of the possibiliessss.”
You’re referencing all of the people in your home right now. He doesn’t doubt that there’s some beauties in your humble abode, but they’re not her.
When you let go he looks back up at you, rubbing the back of his head clumsily. Now he’s really looking at you. Before he was so focused on his girl that’s not his girl, but now that he’s really really looking at you-
You’re bad as fuck. Real bad. Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, or the fact that he’s been ignoring his heart skipping beats like it’s beatboxing ever since you came to pester him. He hasn’t felt this feeling for anyone but her in a long time.
You pick up on his staring, looking him up and down. Then you say, with a sly grin:
“Maybe I can offer some help…”
He stiffens, and it’s noticeable. You let out a small hum, seemingly happy with his reaction, running the hand wrapped around him along his chest.
You take said hand and grab his jaw, turning it towards his situationship.
“You really want to sit… and watch in agony?”
He gulps, feeling his heart squeeze even harder, watching this girl on the verge of kissing the random man of the night.
“Your eyes are so easy to read.”
He looks to his side, and sees you leaning over further, damn near falling onto the couch to look at his face.
“At least for now, I can help you forget.”
His face is burning up, and he’s feeling dizzy. Maybe it’s the drink? Or his situation? Or how close you are to his face?
“If you’re not down to fuck, that’s fine too. We can have fun other-“
The words tumbled out of his mouth before he could even process what he was saying with the little control he had.
You let out another hum in satisfaction with a grin.
“Shit- ok then.” You kiss his cheek sloppily, then stand back up behind the couch, waiting for him so you guys can go.
He stands up, looking at ‘his girl’ then back at you over his shoulder. You’re leaning against the wall with your arms crossed, looking at him. Obviously undressing him with your eyes, biting the inside of your cheek.
Your confidence and unabashed ogling is something he’s not used to.
Maybe it’s the alcohol talking, but he likes it. Maybe it’s the punch you’ve brewed up for this party, but he’s starting to remember it’s nothing serious between him and ole girl. Perhaps it’s the drink, but he hopes you grip his hair just as roughly as you were doing before, whether he’s eating you out, or you’re riding.
You’re here- for the night, at least. It’s been so long since he’s had sex.
For once, his mind isn’t on her.
Maybe the best way for him to get her out of his head is to get inside of you- at least for the night.
