Party Animals (Choso Kamo X Reader) Oneshot
INSPO: Beachboy-McCafferty
ONESHOT 1/1
Word Count: 5K
MASTERLIST
Warnings/Notes: COLLEGE AU, Cursing, Pining, Heavy Petting, Making out, Brief Descriptions of injury & peril, Choso-Sukuna-Yuji are Brothers, Drinking, College Party, Beer Pong, Underage Drinking, Drunk people are dumb, Semi Public Make Out, Mentions of going to the Hospital.
A/N: Please give the song a listen if you're interested, it very much so influenced the vibes of this one and a bit of the plot.
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Choso hated parties. He always had. This became glaringly unfortunate when he and his brothers got into college. Choso was pursuing his master’s degree, his younger brothers Ryomen and Yuji were both undergrads in their Junior year and Freshman year respectively.
Choso was always rather quiet, calm, and introverted, studying art and art history intently, opting for a small social circle and good grades. Then his brother Ryomen Sukuna came in, rushed the biggest party Frat on campus, and became the biggest party animal running back on the football team. Then little Yuji Itadori came to the same university, ready to pledge to the same Frat and sweeping the baseball team off their feet. Naturally people had questions, how could the three be related, brothers even? This led to more and more people approaching Choso in hopes of getting answers, or closer to one of the three’s boxers.
The only thing that kept Choso sane in everything was you. You two had met in a class on portraiture freshman year and had been paired up for a project, making a charcoal portrait of each other. Now, you were pursuing a master’s degree in visual arts right alongside him. Choso quickly became enamored with you; your lively personality, your passion for the arts, and the way you could mesh in with his brothers so easily. You warmed up to the tall introvert like it was nothing, inviting him to different museum trips, hangouts with your friends, and monthly movie marathons. Choso stuck with you through everything, different boyfriends, hangovers, and shitty professors, but you just never seemed to like Choso like he liked you, and frankly, Choso has always been a coward with emotional connections like this. He had resigned himself to pining from the sidelines, happy to at least have you in his life at all.
So yeah, Choso hates parties. He’d always rather have a quiet hang out in a small group or simply one on one watching a scary movie or trying to teach you how to cook, and he’d never really cared for alcohol; whereas his brothers adore large scale, house smashing ragers filled with trash can jungle juice, cheap beer, and plenty of sweaty bodies writhing in a heady aroma he can’t seem to get out of the walls in an attempt to drown out the thought of having to grow up. The only reason he came to parties or stuck around when his brothers found another reason to celebrate something, was if you were going. You thrived in a crowd, always finding someone you know, having fun rolling your hips to the beat of the song, or demolishing a game of beer pong or truth or dare. Your energy in a party was nothing short of electric, melting off you in droves, infecting the party goers around you. And frankly, Choso would probably cut off his own arm for you if you said please, so withstanding a few parties was doable.
All this to say, despite his deep-seated hatred of parties, there he was, leant against a wall in a corner next to a couch with a couple trying to inhale each other, unable to escape due to a wall of bodies in front of him. So, there he stayed, ring clad hands wrapped around a now lukewarm cup of jungle juice, his muscles so tight he thought he’d cramp. His ears were being assaulted by shitty indie rock, with the bass vibrating the floorboards under his boots. He hated it, but he wouldn’t leave for the world, because there you were, in the middle of the tangled limbs, hands above your head, a grin splitting your face as you danced back-to-back with one of your friends, one of the Zenin girls. Choso couldn’t take his eyes off you, his dark irises trailing around your torso, the crop top you wore giving him a view of your soft skin, and he found himself imagining he was the one dancing with you, his large hands wrapped around your waist, he pictured himself nuzzled against your ear, muttering silly jokes to make you laugh, you’d smack him on the shoulder-an old habit, and he’d just laugh. He imagined you turning around in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck, and he’d slide his hands down into your back pockets, you’d just smile and peck hi-oh shit you’re coming over to him.
He maintained his gaze as you maneuvered through the crowd, shouting something behind you as you walked. When you got to him you laughed, grabbing his cup and taking some back in a quick swallow, “That’s mine, dude.” Choso chuckled, taking the cup from your lips, you followed, dipping slightly, and finished the drink before he could retrieve it.
“Mine now,” you giggled, wiping your mouth with your hand, “You look like you wanna die, Cho! Come on! Have a little fun!” You exclaimed over the music, knocking the empty cup from his hands and grabbing his wrists, dragging him to the edge of the dance mob. Choso rolled his eyes and let you lead him.
You smiled and put his hands on your sides, right on your rib cage, and wrapped your arms around his neck. Choso couldn’t help but swallow dryly, noting the similarity to his daydream, the difference in the platonic nature of it all making his chest ache just a bit. But he smiled, a shallow laugh huffing out of him as you goofily rocked the two of you side to side, a dorky imitation of a dance. Your grin only grew as Choso grabbed your hands, putting you into a silly spin in his arms. The dancing you were imitating was inappropriate for the venue, but neither of you cared, simply enjoying each other’s presence. You landed the spin with your back pressed to his front, hands still connected. You giggled as Choso rested his chin onto your head, continuing your silly rocking.
You craned your neck up to try and look him in the eyes “You wanna go outside? There’s a game of beer pong out there.” You called over the music.
Choso grinned and rolled his eyes, “Do you want to play beer pong?” he asked, looking down at your bright eyes and mischievous expression, your wide eyes crinkling at the corners. You nodded, spinning out from Choso’s body, releasing one of his hands and beginning to drag him through the back door and toward the messy backyard. The small area had a group splashing around in the above ground pool, multiple people running around with the fanciest water guns money could buy, and just to the right of the door, a ping pong table lined up with plastic cups of beer, a round of beer pong on its last two cups.
“We call next round!” you exclaimed, bumping hips with a girl Choso didn’t know, who nodded at you with enthusiasm, carrying on a conversation Choso wasn’t privy to. Choso watched the game as a science major he knew made a perfect arc straight into the cheap, frothing liquid. Cheers erupted around the table, the person acting as referee filling the cup that’s going to be drank full to the brim with more beer, punishment for losing.
“Down it, pussy!” one girl called from the sides, clearly ready to watch the next round. The Basketball player who lost had been hesitating taking the plunge, clearly not expecting to have lost. At her egging, he shook his head and grabbed the cup, tipping the cup into his mouth.
“Face down, ass up!” was heard chanted in a scattered form of support from the other students in the small crowd. The call out was accompanied by one of the athlete’s friends smacking his ass full force. This made the poor dude choke on his beer, just as he was finishing it, laughter ensued. That would be a “chug chant” as Ryomen had come to call them, something people were required to call out to make those around them drink or stop from chickening out of something. Ryomen had started spreading some around, growing bored with the typical ‘chug chug chug chug!’ or ‘fight fight fight fight!’ This one was one that Yuji had brought to the table, much to Choso’s disappointment.
Choso rolled his eyes and gently poked your cheek, pointing out the ended round, and the reset in progress.
Your eyes lit up and you yanked Choso over to one side of the ping pong table. “Let’s do a team round!” you insisted, agreement murmured through the group, and two large football undergrads came up to the other side, wide grins on their faces. You tittered in excitement, “Let’s beat their asses, Cho!” you muttered lowly. Choso just rolled his eyes and smiled.
“Ladies first,” the referee said, a lilt of flirtation in his tone, and bounced a ping pong ball to you.
You glowered at him, “Thanks,” you said sarcastically. The ref put up his hands defensively, backing up slightly. You shook your head and flawlessly arced the ball into one of the back row cups, “Drink up boys!” you chimed, catching the ball that was thrown your way before handing it to Choso.
10-09
The smaller of the football guys took the fall as the first drinker of the game, “Don’t touch my fucking ass dude.” He said, pointedly glaring at his friend, the whole group laughing. He made quick work of the beer.
Choso smiled at you before stepping up. He quickly aimed and took his shot, bouncing into the front cup. You cheered, high fiving Choso.
10-08
“Fuuuuuuck,” the big football guy groaned, “I’m gonna get fucked uuuup.” But he quickly downed the cup, catching his ball as he swallowed.
Big guy aimed and shot, getting the middle cup, making him and his buddy celebrate, “Yeah, fuck em up dude!”
09-08
You rolled your eyes and picked up the cup with a grin, “I’ll take first,” you chimed, bumping Choso’s hip with your own before hastily draining the cup.
As soon as the cup was empty, Small fry shot poorly, barely missing a cup, and he received boo’s from the onlookers, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, I’m a fuckin kicker.” He said wryly.
09-08
You and Choso smirked at each other, “He’s a kicker,” you hummed up at him, “I couldn’t fucking tell.” You lilted sarcastically, readying your ball in front of you. Cheers broke out as you sank another with ease. Small fry glowered but drank.
09-07
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me.” Big guy whined, taking his drink quickly when Choso made another one.
09-06
“You guys are the idiots who decided to play against those two,” The girl you had been talking to chimed, “You freshman don’t know but these guys have been winning beer pong games for five years running!”
You feigned coy embarrassment, “Aww, shucks, you flatter me.” Choso just smirked and snorted out a quiet laugh.
After a few more rounds, the two athletes were feeling the alcohol, a little unsteady on their feet.
06-01
“Ready up two cups for the losers!” You snickered, sinking the ball in dramatically. The group absolutely erupted, jostling you and Choso dramatically. The ref handed a full cup to small fry and started topping off big guy’s.
“Son of a bitch.” They both spat, raising the cups to their lips.
The crowd sparked with mischief, two of the boys’ teammates sneaking up behind them. “Rise and shine!” Yelled out the ref. An echo came from the cackling crowd, and the teammates quickly reached down and grabbed the losers’ waistbands and gave them wedgies so intense their feet kicked above the ground.
You giggled, and Choso maintained his slight annoyance at his brothers’ impact on the campus. You reached up and wrapped Choso in a hug around his neck, “You’re the best beer pong partner a girl could ask for!” you teased, not noticing the way Choso’s heart rate picked up, you were so close. Choso returned the hug around your middle, his whole body feeling a little bit warmer than before.
“Bro! You seen Yuji?” Sukuna cut through the simple bliss of the moment, his rough voice making Choso’s and your head snap to his direction.
Choso’s eyes widened, and he let you go, rushing his younger brother, “The fuck you mean? You were supposed to be watching him!” Sukuna’s eyes widened, and he put his hands up in surrender, about to defend himself, Choso smacked his brother’s head and immediately started to head to the kitchen, where he was sure to find one of Yuji’s friends.
“Hey! Megumi!” Choso called, stomping toward the freshman.
Said boy turned to Choso, his hands in the air like he was being arrested and a mouth full of fries. “I didn’t do shit!” he exclaimed.
Choso rolled his eyes, “Where’s Yuji?”
“You LOST HIM?” Megumi yelled, swallowing the fries quickly, “Last I saw he was…Oh shit.” He muttered, beginning to sprint toward the front door. Choso followed suit, Sukuna on his heels, hopping over the porch stairs, and to the end of the yard where Megumi stood, wringing his hands through his hair, “GET DOWN FROM THERE YOU DUMB BITCH!” He yelled.
Choso turned to where Megumi was looking and saw his worst nightmare, a drunk Yuji in nothing but his boxers and his sneakers, sharpie all over him in a shitty imitation of Sukuna’s tattoos and a beer in his hand as he balances along the edge of the roof. Choso felt his heart drop into his ass as he looked around for a ladder, or something, ANYTHING to get him down with. Yuji simply flipped the men off, tossing back some of his beer.
“I’m gonna kill that little shit.” Sukuna growled, trying to rush toward the edge of the house, Megumi stopped him, a hand on his chest as he pointed to a window. “Son of a bitch.” He spat.
You were on the roof, by said open window, trying to coax Yuji over to you with calm, soothing words and promise of a fresh beer and a cheeseburger if he’d get down.
Choso swore he felt like he’d die right there, the only thing keeping him from running around like an idiot was the fear of spooking one of you and one of you or worse both of you falling.
“C’mere Yuji.” You muttered, shifting your footing a little closer to the pink haired man, “You need to take my hand and come inside, okay?” you spoke softly, slowly inching closer to the reckless boy.
Yuji looked at you and scoffed, “I’m fine! Leave me alone!” he said, tossing his beer bottle onto the yard below, “I’m big bad Ryomen!” he said, throwing his arms out, “Nothing can fuck with me!” he trilled, stumbling a bit. You lurched forward, grabbing Yuji by the arm. Yuji stabilized quickly, “Okay, maybe I’ll go back inside.” You sighed shakily, grabbing both of his hands and walking him toward the window, you were walking backwards. Yuji followed your steps carefully as you cooed him through the process.
“Holy shit!” You yelled. Yuji’s foot hit a loose shingle, slipping and dragging you down with him. The three onlookers sprinted to try and help you two but were too late. You two crashed into the bushes below with a scream. When you landed, your scream turned to a cry of pain. Yuji had broken your fall, but a branch from the bush had caught your arm vertically, gouging into the flesh of your forearm. Sukuna and Megumi both ushered Yuji to his feet, his whole front dragged raw from the rough shingles.
Choso, however, ran to you, gently taking you into his arms, picking you up. You cried, whimpering in pain as you cradled your bleeding arm. “C’mon, lemme patch you up.” He whispered, holding you securely against his chest. He didn’t care that your blood was staining his shirt, he was just focused on getting your wounds cleaned and dressed.
“Is Yuji, okay?” you whispered as he took you up the porch steps and into the house.
Choso sighed, “He’s a little scraped up, but he’s got Megumi and Sukuna helping him.” He told you calmly as he pushed through the crowds of bodies, trying to get you upstairs and into the bathroom up there.
A guy bumped into Choso and you, hard. You yelped at the pain and Choso felt fiery rage immediately. “Sorry, bro!” the stranger said casually.
“Get the fuck out of my way!” Choso snarled, shoving past the guy.
“What’s wrong with Choso?” he heard from the crowd behind him.
Whispers of your name answered, “She got hurt. He’s super protective of her and his brothers.”
It’s not his fault that he had this innate need to keep those he loved and cared about safe and sound. It’s just how he is, how he’s always been. Choso brushed off the whispers and concerned looks as he pushed into the bathroom, setting you on the counter. When you were securely sat, he quickly crouched down, rifling through the cabinet under you.
“Is it bad?” you asked, tears of pain rolling down your cheeks.
Choso grew increasingly frustrated by the lack of the first aid kit’s appearance. “Here,” he said, thrusting a clean towel up at you, “Hold this over it and apply pressure.”
“But it’s white, won’t it stain?” You asked softly as you took the towel into your hands.
Choso paused, looking up at you with a glare, “Do I look like I give a fuck? Apply pressure. Now.” He said firmly. You nodded with a sniffle and held the towel up to your bleeding forearm. “Finally.” Choso sighed, snatching the first aid kit from the deep corner it sat in and stood up, stepping between your legs. He set the kit next to you on the counter and prepping some gauze. “Okay, you gotta keep it elevated.” He muttered, taking your wrist in his hand. He raised it above your head and helped you hold it there. “I gotta wash it out, then we can hold it till it clots and I’ll bandage it.” Choso spoke softly, a little gravel in his voice.
You winced at the thought, “Won’t that hurt?”
“A bit,” Choso muttered, “But it hurts a lot less than an infection.” He said frankly, turning on the cold water. You sighed and relented, letting him hold your wrist over the sink, hissing at the sting from the soap, your eyes watering, “Sorry, Darling, it’s almost over, breathe slow, okay?” Choso muttered, all the while gently washing out your wound.
Your face lit on fire at his tender care, breath hitching for a moment, and you couldn’t help but realize that his face was mere inches away from your own. The proximity wasn’t uncomfortable, per say more just…new. You felt an innate pull to use this opportunity to soak in your best friend’s pretty features again. Choso was a beautiful man, you’d be blind to think otherwise after spending so many sleepless nights sketching his face onto page after page, just trying to get the look right. He had a long nose with that infuriatingly attractive tattoo across the bridge, a strong jaw and soft, almost pouty lips. He was wearing his eyeshadow again for the party, a reddish purple spread across his lids, framing those deep dark eyes of his.
Choso reached to turn off the faucet, patting your arm dry as gently as he could before dressing it in gauze, blowing some stray hair from his bangs out of his eyes only for it to fall back into place, much to his chagrin. You didn’t even think as you reached up your good hand and pushed his hair to the side, making him startle just a bit. His eyes shot up to yours, wide and glassy, and you just smiled and tucked some of his hair behind his ear before letting your hand fall to the side.
He just cleared his throat and finished dressing your wound, “I’m probably gonna have to take you to the hospital now though. You definitely need stitches.”
You whined, “Aw come on, really? I was having fun!”
Choso glared at you coldly, “You have a massive gouge in your arm.”
You just shrugged, “I’ll be fine-!”
“You fell off a roof.”
“It wasn’t that high up!” you spluttered.
“I’m taking you.” Choso said finitely, ushering you off of the counter, “I’m gonna grab Ryomen and Yuji too. Yuji should get checked out and I need to yell at the other one.” He muttered, leading you through the slightly less crowded house.
You two made it into the kitchen and found Yuji actively fighting to keep Megumi and Sukuna from helping him, “No! It’s gonna hurt!” He whined.
Sukuna snarled, “I’ll show you hurt!” He reached over Yuji’s flailing arms and smacked him on the back of the head. Yuji shrieked and started to look like he was gonna run.
“Yuji! I’m gonna kill you if you don’t stop squirming!” Megumi exclaimed to no luck.
“Yuji.” Choso called out, the bass of his voice cutting through the air in the kitchen like a knife, making all three boys freeze in place immediately. All three snapped up to look at Choso, wide eyed. “All of you, get in the van. We’re getting these two checked out. Party’s over.” He commanded.
Sukuna rolled his eyes, but nodded, quickly moving through the crowd to work on getting his teammates to help kick everyone out while he was gone.
“Van. Now.” Choso barked, pointing toward the front door. Yuji and Megumi nodded quickly and bolted outside to climb into said van. Choso then turned to look down at you and laid a hand on your upper back guiding you to the front, “How’s your arm feel?”
You shrugged, grabbing one of the boys’ coats on the way out, not knowing where your own was. “Hurts, but not like a crazy amount.” You muttered, sliding the large, comfy coat on.
Choso nodded, opening up the passenger seat door for you, glowering when he saw Yuji sitting in the seat. “Get in the back, Yuji.” He growled, jaw set to the side.
Yuji pouted but relented, scrambling into the back seat over the center console, “Sorr-ee!” Yuji huffed, “I thought being injured would grant shotgun privileges!” Yuji stumbled and fell partially onto Megumi in the back who shoved the still sharpie-tattooed Yuji into the seat next to him.
“Get off me!” Megumi shouted.
Choso rolled his eyes and motioned for you to get into the van, closing the door behind you.
Once you were on the road, Sukuna, Yuji, and Megumi all being in the back proved difficult, their bickering relentless.
You noticed how tightly Choso was gripping the steering wheel, and how he kept chewing on his lip. You sighed and brought your good hand up, resting it on his arm with a gentle squeeze, “You okay, Cho?” you whispered under the yelling in the back.
“YUJI, I SWEAR TO GOD, I’M GONNA SELL YOUR LUCKY JERSEY FOR 49 CENTS!” Sukuna exclaimed, wrestling his younger brother into a headlock, “If I find out you told her shit you can kiss that ratty thing goodbye!” He exclaimed while Yuji flailed in his hold, Megumi trying to help pry him out of his brother’s grip from the other side.
“I DIDN’T SAY SHIT!” Yuji called out, flinging himself out of Sukuna’s reach, basically climbing over poor Megumi to get away.
“THEN WHO TOLD HER!”
Yuji giggled a bit, “You’re obvious as hell, dude!”
“I’m gonna kill you!” Sukuna snarled, lunging at Yuji.
SCREECH!
Choso slammed on the breaks, making all three of them smack against the seats in front of them, and you jolt against your seatbelt, “I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD GUYS, I’LL TURN THIS FUCKING CAR AROUND, SHUT THE FUCK UP!” He screamed, smacking the dash for emphasis.
Immediately the back seat went silent, and they all three shifted themselves in an orderly fashion.
“THANK YOU!” Choso called out, driving toward the hospital again.
You couldn’t help but snicker a bit at their antics, grabbing to gently rub Choso’s upper arm in comfort, “Thank you for driving, Cho.” He just nodded.
“You sure you’re okay to take me home?” You asked Choso as you walked out of the ER doors, walking toward the place he’d parked the van.
Choso nodded, “Yuji has Ryomen and Megumi, he’ll be okay. He mostly needs to sober up and they’re gonna have to put him in a wrist brace.”
You nodded, thinking for a moment before stopping next to the van, “Cho?” you called out. The taller man turned to you as you spoke and you took the opportunity to wrap your arms around his middle and bury your face in his flannel, “Thank you.” You muttered into the fabric.
Choso froze and didn’t know what to do with his hands at first, completely still for a second before he slowly hugged you back, “You never need to thank me, Darling.” He whispered.
You just chuckled as you pulled away, “Doesn’t mean I won’t.” you chirped, pulling yourself to the passenger seat.
Choso felt his face warm up and his ears burn, but he just cleared his throat and got in the van.
You sighed once you were on the road properly again, “I don’t wanna go back to my dorm yet.”
Choso rolled his eyes, “You need sleep.”
“It’s only 1:00 am.” You retorted.
Choso let the silence speak for itself.
“Okay, fine. It’s late.” You muttered, sinking in your seat, “I just…I don’t think I’ll get to sleep tonight if I go back now.”
You and Choso both had struggles with sleep, as any Grad student would, and would often keep each other company on rough nights.
“Fine,” He groaned, turning on his blinker, “I’m gonna show you something.”
You were confused but excited, straightening up to try and see where he was taking you.
Eventually you made it to a bit of a side road that looked like it attached to a park of sorts, no one was around, no light posts, just a gravel road with a dead end surrounded by trees with a great view of the stars above you.
“Here it is,” Choso declared putting the van in park, and turning it off.
You scanned the area, “It’s nice, quiet.”
He nodded, “This is where I’ll drive out to if I can’t sleep and I can’t see or talk to you.” Choso muttered. “Usually, I’ll bring my sketchbook, and I’ll listen to music or something.”
You smiled a bit, “I see why,” you whispered. The area was calm and quiet, dimly lit by the moon.
You sat in silence for a couple minutes, just being in each other’s company for a while. This was far from abnormal for you two, both of you often content to just exist next to the other. Choso found himself doing what he often did during times like this-admiring you.
You were sat next to him-in his coat-with a content smile on your face. Your jeans had a few extra rips in them from your fall, but that was fine, you liked them that way. You were wearing a necklace that Choso had made you in one of his classes, it was a type of deep purple sapphire wrapped in silver wire on a simple chain. It was small and simple, but that’s part of what you said you loved about it. You almost never took it off, which gave Choso a probably unfair feeling of possessive pride every once in a while; even if he wasn’t there you had a part of him with you all the time. Your face practically glowed in the moonlight, and he had to resist the urge to reach out and stroke your cheek. God, what he wouldn’t give to be able to touch you like that. Just casually, little romantic things, all those cheesy interactions day to day. He deeply wished to be able to reach over and just hold your face, to just run his thumb along your bottom lip, to kiss you, even just one time-
“Hey, Cho?”
Shit. He got caught staring, didn’t he? “Uh, yeah?”
You wouldn’t meet his eye, “Can I-would it be okay if I-can I just talk to you about something?” you asked stumbling over your words and wringing your hands in your lap.
Choso’s eyes widened and he felt this heartrate spike, you caught him staring and are creeped out and you’re gonna tell him you never want to see him again and you hate him and you- “Sure, what’s up?” he blurted out.
You took a deep breath, “Well,” you started, “We’ve been friends for like five years now, right?” He nodded, “And I’ve loved every second of it, ok?” You started to explain, and Choso was lost already, “But for the last like semester and a half, I’ve been having some trouble, okay?”
Choso sat up in his seat and leant over the center console to give you his full attention, “Like what kind of trouble? Can I help at all?”
You shrugged, clearly embarrassed, “You could, but I don’t really know how to ask you to help, and I don’t know if you’d even want to help me-!” you started to ramble, spiraling verbally until you felt Choso’s hand on your hand in your lap.
“If it would help you at all I’ll do it, just give me the word.” He said, brow furrowed and eyes earnest. “What do you need?”
Your whole body heated up at the contact, and you began stammering, “We-well it’s hard to explain,” Choso just nodded, encouraging you along, “I guess I just-I gotta-I just need to-!” you stuttered and started shaking a bit, clearly nervous.
Oh god, Choso thought, I’m scaring her! He pulled back his hand and started trying to sit back away from you to give you the space you need, but you weren’t having it.
You snatched his wrist this time and moved to hold his hand in both of yours, “Wait!” you exclaimed, “Sorry, I’m just really nervous.” You muttered, turning in your seat to face him fully.
Choso shook his head, “You can say whatever you need to say, Darling.” He whispered, “Don’t worry about me.”
You shrank a bit, but nodded, “I-!”
Choso braced himself mentally for your admission, already preparing himself to have to avoid you for your comfort day to day.
“-I think I’m falling in love with you.” You finally spat it out, heaving a sigh of relief when it was out in the open.
Choso’s eyes bulged out of his head at your statement, using his free hand to point at himself, “Me? You-you like me?” He said incredulously, “Wait-that that’s not how this is supposed to go.”
You reeled back a bit, scowling slightly, “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
Choso waved his hands frantically, “No, no, no! Not like that! I mean,” Choso gaped for a moment, “I never thought you’d ever like me back!” He clarified. You snapped your mouth shut, “I’ve wanted to ask you out since freshman year, I just never thought you’d ever even think about it.”
“That long!” You exclaimed, sitting up on your knees in your seat. You hastily undid your and his seatbelts, “Uh uh, no more lost time.” You muttered, climbing into his lap in front of the steering wheel.
Choso felt his mouth go dry and he knew his face must have been beet red by then, “Are you-are you sure you wanna-!”
You cut him off by covering his mouth with your hand, “I wanna kiss you, do you wanna kiss me?” you asked, receiving perhaps the most enthusiastic nod to ever exist, making you smile, “Good!” you chirped.
You took your hand off his mouth and moved to hold his face, moving a stray piece of his bangs out of his eyes before gently lowering down to place your lips on his. Choso wasted no time, kissing back with a fervor, wrapping his arms around that waist of yours, holding your hips like he’d always wanted to. You hummed into the kiss, sneakily reaching to his left to pull the handle that pulled his seat back, giggling as Choso startled by the movement of his seat.
His shock didn’t last long though, he snatched your good arm and pulled you back down onto him, locking your lips to his in a rush. You smiled and matched his enthusiasm, running your hands through his hair, pulling the hair ties out of his buns, and he let out a low groan when you let your nails rake over his scalp at the base of his neck.
Choso kept his hands respectfully at your waist as you kissed, but that was out of the question as far as you were concerned. You pulled back a bit and nipped playfully at his lip, “You can touch me anywhere, Cho.” You muttered, kissing his lips briefly, “Anywhere.” Choso swallowed harshly, but obliged, hands moving lower to cup your ass through your jeans, “Always thought you’d be an ass man, Cho.” You giggled before returning to your assault on his lips, running your tongue along his bottom lip.
Choso whined into the kiss and opened his mouth just a bit to let you have access to whatever you wanted, all the while happily running his hands along your ass, hips, and thighs. You inched your tongue along his before pulling back in surprise, “When’d you get your tongue pierced?” you asked, reaching to grab Choso’s bottom jaw.
“I’ve had it for ages; I just had the jewelry out for a while. Put it back recently.” He muttered.
“Show me?” You asked before you could think about what you were saying. Choso flushed red, but obliged, avoiding eye contact as he stuck out his tongue from below you, as you still held his jaw. You instantly felt like the van was ten degrees hotter. “Oh damn, that’s hot.” You mumbled, and Choso closed his mouth and covered his face in embarrassment. You would have none of that though, so you pried his hands back, grabbing his wrists and holding them to the seat on either side of him. “Cho, I have a very important question.” You breathed out.
Choso nodded, still avoiding your gaze.
“Can I see what other piercings you have?” You asked, eyes almost hazed over.
He felt all his blood head to one direction. Any that was doing its job elsewhere had abandoned ship to go below the belt, that included leaving his brain. Regardless, he found it in him to nod.
“Good.” You cheered, throwing off the coat you were wearing. “Show me.”
Choso ushered you down his thighs a bit so he could take off his flannel and reach to take off his t-shirt. You gawked at his shirtless figure, “You didn’t tell me you got nipple piercings!” You were slack jawed, they looked good, “-and a belly button piercing? Why didn’t you tell me you got these?”
Choso shrugged, avoiding eye contact, “Didn’t come up.”
“Do you have any more?” You asked with wide, innocent eyes.
“Well…I have my ear piercings, used to have a septum piercing for a while,” He muttered, you nodded in encouragement, “There’s one more, but you probably should buy me dinner before I show you that one.” He joked, scratching his head.
Oh, you were done for. You lunged down at him, hands running over his front as you connected your lips to his again, letting out a breathy moan as you did. Choso startled and reached to stabilize himself, again finding solace in grabbing at your oh so wonderful ass. You advanced the kiss again, running your tongue along his lip, keening when you felt his piercing.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK
You both practically jumped out of your skin, and you rushed to see where the noise came from, settling on the blinding light shining through the driver side window. You winced but rolled it down.
“Are you aware that you are trespassing on park property?” The ranger droned, pausing for a moment, cocking his head to the side, “Pumpkin?” He asked, tone going a bit shrill.
You grimaced, “Hi, dad.” Choso felt like crying, just resorting to covering his face with his hands.
