GORY LOVE STORY
ZOMBIE!CHOSO X F!READER
18+ CONTENT, MDNI
summary : taking shelter with a zombie is never a good idea, no matter how hot said zombie may be.
content : zombie apocalypse au, half-zombie choso, descriptions of wounds/bites, decapitation (zombie) smut, cunniligus, spitting, hair tugging, cumming in pants, reader is mean to choso sometimes but he deserves it (kinda sorry ily chobaby), yandere-ish choso at the end..<3
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you’re going to die.
you’re going to die right here in this shitty wasteland with no one around.
no one but the (almost) zombie standing over you.
the fresh wounds all over your arms ache as the skin around them stretches from you tugging at the rope suspending your wrists.
“please, will you just listen to me?” the man crouched down beside you tries to reason with you, but you know better.
you know that once someone’s been bitten, there’s no going back. there is no saving them, there is no happy ending.
attempting to put him out of his misery before the worst of it began was your mistake. he blocked your every move and you foolishly hit your head on one of the shelves in the trashed supermarket.
you’ve only just regained consciousness and found yourself tied up by this maniac. “no, please—please just let me go before you turn, you still have some control now, don’t you?” you plead with him, still jerking your body around and trying to free yourself.
“i told you i’m not going to turn.” he sighs, holding his head in his hands.
whatever zombie had bitten him beforehand must have been some sort of evolved type, you’ve never seen this level of delusion.
he’s got all the signs for someone in the first stage, grayish pale skin, veins popping out from his arms, black milky eyes with redness on the lids—there’s also a strange mark across his face that you haven’t seen on anyone before.
the only thing you haven’t seen is the bite, “snap out of it, please—look at your bite, where were you bitten?!” you breathe out, giving up on your struggle to regain energy.
he sighs and lifts up the ripped up black shirt he’s wearing to reveal a large wound on his ribs thats… begun to heal?
bites don’t heal, they don’t get the chance to. it looks like he’s had it at least a week or two judging by the yellow bruising and how some parts have begun to scab.
“what the…what the fuck..?” you don’t know what you’re looking at, has he somehow kept his brain function intact but not his body’s? that shouldn’t be possible. it isn’t possible.
“do you believe me now? i was trying to show it to you but you…just kept attacking me.” he looks to the axe thrown onto the floor beside you, just out of reach.
“have you seen yourself? you—this isn’t normal!” trying to make sense of your reality is no use, everytime a new possibility creeps up in your mind it only makes everything more confusing, “why the hell did you tie me up anyways?!”
“in case you woke up and went ballistic without letting me explain.” he moves to lean against the shelf opposite you.
he’s strangely laid back for someone in this kind of situation and you’re getting increasingly frustrated at his nonchalance. “you haven’t explained anything, how haven’t—WILL YOU UNTIE ME NOW?!”
“i’m going to explain i just—i don’t want you running before i’m done..i’m sorry, your wounds must hurt.” his sympathy seems sincere, but if he feels so bad why won’t he just let you go?!
“yeah, they’re fucking killing me so hurry up.” you had been fighting for your life a few days ago and you’re right back at it, there’s no breaks in the world you live in.
“my brothers and i, we were starving out here. there wasn’t enough food for the 4 of us and so—“
he pauses for a moment and looks away from your face, it doesn’t get any less disturbing to say out loud no matter how many times he does.
“we—we ate one..” his voice cracks, “a zombie. we—“ he doesn’t get to finish, his body recoils and he shuts his eyes in an attempt to keep himself from gagging any more.
your heart drops to your stomach, travels right back up to your throat and you nearly throw up all over him.
“you..ate..a zombie..?”
“there was no other way, we—we were too weak to even continue searching for food.” he reassures himself more than he does you,
“my body adapted, that’s why i’m like this. they don’t come near me any more—see me as one of them.” he chokes out the last part of his explanation as quickly as he can to prevent himself from retching.
so you’re tied up by a half zombie who ate another zombie.
greaaaat.
“where are your brothers now?” you ask, hoping that he hasn’t got a gang of freaks like him hiding around the corner.
he falls silent.
“they’re gone. i should untie you now.”
you’re unsure what do say or do in this situation, do you comfort him? a man you had met 40 minutes ago who you’ve just discovered is part-zombie, does he have feelings?
shit. does he have cravings?
it hits you the same time the rope binding your wrists together is released, you use all the strength you can muster up to quickly push yourself up from the floor and create distance between the two of you once again.
“are you hungry? is that why you kept me—am i emergency rations?!”
he throws his hands up by his shoulders all too quickly, “ow, fuck—no.” he hisses, “i get the cravings but i don’t act on them—food works fine to replace it. please, please don’t go.” his voice is shaky as he pleads with you.
not only has his appearance changed but his senses have too, all of them have grown stronger—with some downsides of course.
choso feels everything at an extreme level, 3x that of a normal human being, this one has more cons than pros considering his nearly healed bite has to be treated with the utmost care.
he sounds genuine, but it’s hard to trust normal people these days—let alone a mutation. “have you spotted a first aid kit here? reopened my wounds.” you hope to patch yourself and get out of here as soon as possible.
“yes, will you let me help you?” he takes a cautious step towards you, careful not to startle you.
“i’m fully able to do it myself, but thanks—“
“let me help you.” he reaches out to gently grab a hold of your arm.
his fingers are abnormally cold, like that of a lifeless body, but his face is full of life and emotion.
you go back and forth in your own head as he inspects the lacerations on your body, “this one.” he points to a large gash, “it looks like you didn’t wrap it properly.”
“didn’t have much time.” the skin around it has got dried blood and dirt, but you’d rather sepsis take you out anyway.
with a worried expression on his face he looks back to yours, moving his other hand to your jaw and turning your head left and right, his hands are so cold it sends a shiver through your whole body.
at that he instantly pulls away, “am i hurting you?” he asks, his hands balling up into fists at his sides as if he were cursing his own body.
“just show me where the kit is already.” you sigh.
of course you feel bad. you feel like the shittiest human being on earth when this stranger is treating you with the most care you’ve received your entire life and you’re planning to ditch him.
but it’s too big of a risk to take, so you listen to your brain instead of your heart.
you prop yourself up on the nearby counter where you assume the cash register used to be and battle with the two organs inside you while he fumbles with the box on the wall.
“we’ll have to disinfect this one—“ he reaches under the counter and pulls out a large bottle of vodka, “it’s going to hurt, you can hold my hand if you want.”
you stick your arm out towards him, “i’ve done this a million times. i’ll be fine.” keeping your emotions at bay is getting harder and harder the longer you’re in his presence.
for someone so cold he’s got the warmest heart in the world.
he tips the glass bottle and alcohol begins to dribble out of it, you hiss the moment it scorches your skin and mutter out a string of curses as it keeps going, creating a puddle on the floor.
you don’t know what came over you, your other arm instinctively reaches out to grab onto the freezing hand he still had held out for you all this time and you give it a tight squeeze until you can no longer feel the burn.
he almost wants to pour out the entire litre so he can feel the warmth of your palm and the pulse in your fingers for as long as possible, it’s as if someone was beating his heart for him.
once you come to your senses you try to pry your hand away, but he’s got a firm grip on it and a face that looks like he’ll die if he has to part from your hand.
“are you going to leave me?”
well shit.
you suck in a long breath before replying, “no. okay? i’m not going anywhere.”
“what’s up with you anyway? we just met and i tried to chop your head off.” you’re frustrated with yourself for letting your emotions win—but the heart wants what it wants.
“i don’t want to be alone any longer. it’s hard.” his lip quivers.
you’ve been on your own throughout this whole thing, bar the time you grouped up with 5 others and came back to shelter to find 2 mauled beyond recognition and 3 turned.
the lifeless shells are easier to deal with when you don’t know what they looked like alive.
and so, for that reason you give him the tough love. “should’ve realised by now you’re better off in the end if you stick to yourself.” you say, picking up the bandages he’d set down next to you.
the moment you grab a hold of them choso releases his strong grip on your hand to close both of his over the one holding the bandages. “i’m not, i won’t be.”
his persistence is commendable, you’ll give him that. “go on then.” you sigh, releasing your hold on them.
he unwraps a long strip of gauze, ripping it off with his teeth and moves to begin tending to you.
as he binds it on your arm he’s careful to not cause you anymore discomfort, his murky eyes look up to your face to make sure he isn’t hurting you.
“does that feel tight enough?” he asks, moving your arm up and down to make sure the bandages stay in place.
“yeah it’s fine—“ you say, hopping up off the counter, “you got somewhere in mind we can stay for the night? it’s too dark out for me to head back where i was staying.” you’re unsure how long you were unconscious for but it was too long.
he turns his head side to side, “..here?”
“the glass on all the doors is broken, we’re standing in a death trap right now—“
“no theres a room—in there.” he points to a door reading ‘STAFF ONLY’.
“i checked it out when you were uhm.. knocked out and it’s got a few mats in it.”
you walk over and push the door open, it’s what looks like an old break room. theres a broken table in the corner, a disassembled microwave, dirt and dried blood everywhere, few chairs and mats in the corner.
“you gonna help me board it up?”
“yes ma’am.” he says all too cheerfully.
choso gets to work immediately, lugging a few heavy items he found lying around the shop floor into the room to use them as a makeshift shield for the door while you lay down the mats and focus on making yourself a cozy corner in the filthy room.
by the time you’ve made the room safe enough to sleep in you’re exhausted, letting choso finish up what’s left as you begin to doze off on a scratchy rug and a backpack as a pillow.
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you wake up cold and heavy—like theres a block of ice on top of you, dripping water onto your neck as it melts.
your eyes try to adjust to the dark room as your head turns, trying to make out figures and shadows every time you blink.
the feeling of icy breath on your neck makes everything snap into shape.
choso’s laying on top of you, an arm hugging your waist and a leg thrown over your hips, face buried into your neck with drool spilling from his lips.
“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH!”
it was stupid to scream, yes. but your body’s instincts reacted quicker than your brain.
in a daze choso immediately rolls off of you and starts flailing his arms to cover his ears, “WHERE—WHERE, WHAT IS IT?!”
choso’s hearing is like that of a dog’s now, he can pick up the sound of heartbeats, zombies from miles away, but he’s sensitive to loud noises.
“YOU WERE—“ you quickly come to the realisation that your voice is way too loud and could attract nearby zombies, “—on top of me!”
“i—no! i didn’t mean to! i’m sorry!” he chokes out, hands still over his ears trying to soothe his ringing eardrums.
“your spot was on the other side of the room. how did you get here?” you cross your arms, frustrated he’s attempting to lie to you.
“i swear! i don’t know maybe i’ve started sleepwalking—the zombie brain stuff y’know!”
choso’s telling the truth, but he’s got a horrible way of showing it.
and maybe he did wake up in the middle of the night at your side wondering how he got there, and maybe he chose to stay..
“whatever, don’t scare me like that again.” you’re too tired for this bullshit.
he simply nods like a kicked puppy and tries to think of how to switch to a different topic but his brain turns to mush.
you decide to put him out of his misery, “so, what are we doing about food? i don’t want to be here when you get hungry.”
“i’m not going to eat you.”
“never know.” you shrug.
all the food left in the store has already either been taken or expired. the only thing edible would be the ultra-processed stale skittles that would provide no nutrition, but its a backup in case his stomach starts growling.
“we’d better start looking.” you sigh, getting up and dusting yourself off.
and you do, you each grab what little stuff you had with you and set out in search of something to satiate your hunger.
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the summer stench of rotting flesh isn’t easy, but for choso it seems excruciating. each time you pass an overfilled trash can or limbs scattered around the pavement he literally turns green in the face, veins blooming all over it.
his sense of smell has grown stronger, he can separate zombie from human without even seeing them and it makes his stomach growl every time he catches wind of fresh meat.
“you sure you aren’t craving me?”
“BLURBBLURBBLURBBB”
“yep! yes—yeah! but if you could just walk a little..further.” he mutters out, clenching his abdomen.
“think i see an abandoned camp up there, might have some leftovers.” you point over into a distant cul de sac where crumpled tents lay.
choso can’t wait any longer, he starts sprinting down to it and you quickly follow after, “HEY! DON’T TRY EAT WITHOUT ME!” you call out to a surprisingly fast choso.
you catch up to him before he gets too close and pull on the collar of his shirt to slow him down, “what are you, stupid? what if you ran in there and unzipped the tent and a zombie was looking you straight in the face? i’m the one with the gun.”
“i told you they don’t think i’m tasty.”
you roll your eyes, “so what, you would have let them have me instead?”
“you have the gun…?” he mutters.
you suddenly release your grip on his collar and let him go, causing him to stumble as you walk in front of him, cursing yourself for even putting up with this dumbass.
he trails behind you as you turn the safety off and slowly back into the lane, checking your surroundings.
and before you can start unzipping the tent you feel a hand slap over your mouth and strong arms dragging you to the corner.
“shh. they’re around the corner.” he sniffles.
you don’t say or do anything, you trust his judgment for once and keep as still as possible, your back is pressed to his chest as you attempt to keep your breathing slow and steady.
a moment passes until you yourself can hear the creaking noises coming from the pack of zombies, it doesn’t drift further away and your heart pounds inside your chest.
he moves his hand over your heart and whispers to you, “stay here.”
“huh?” you look back at him, confused—but you haven’t got much time to think it over because all of a sudden he’s running at the three zombies that have just appeared.
you react instantly, raising your pistol and attempting to get a clear shot on one of them, but its no use.
choso’s acting like a rabid dog. grouping them together and knocking them against one another repeatedly, just what is he trying to accomplish here?
as he swings two around, their arms detach and go flying off into the distance—you can do nothing but stare with a mouth open so wide you could fit a family of 4.
he growls as he pushes the last one to the ground, stomps on its head and drags it by its torso, splitting it in two and kicking the head out to where the other rotting limbs were.
the two that had their arms detached creak as they stumble towards him, in one fluid motion he snaps one’s neck and moves to stick his hands in the other’s open mouth, pulling it open with such force the jaw disconnects and half of a lifeless head falls to the ground.
“what the fuck..” you stare in awe.
he turns back to you with blood splattered all over him, licking a leftover bead at the corner of his lip. “what?” he asks, walking toward you.
“sit and think. what could i possibly be so shocked about?” you wait for him to answer but it doesn’t look like he’s going to.
“maybe the fact you traded your smarts for superhuman fucking strength?!”
he inspects his wrist, thinking he may have pulled a muscle during that whole ordeal, “have cool vision too. bit blurry and scaly but i can see tracks you can’t—like that tent over there.”
“what about it? don’t tell me you’ve got x ray vision and can see through it.” this whole situation is unbelievable, you wouldn’t be surprised.
“no, theres fresh footsteps leading to it, like someone was just here.” he says, leaning down and walking over to it.
he unzips the tent to find nothing but a can of beans. “didn’t leave much.” he sighs.
“well i hope its good enough for you, don’t wanna end up like them.” you say that last part under your breath, but he still hears you.
“i’m not going to hurt you, i did that for your protection.” he reiterates, opening the can and crouching down.
“you knew i had a gun—y’know what, whatever lets just eat.” you’ve gone days without food now and can’t be bothered arguing with him anymore.
he opens the can and hands it to you, letting you have the first swig of..beans.
never in your life did you think that you would be salivating over a tin of beans, but you are. you let a few fall into your mouth and hand them back to him.
he brings the can to his mouth and starts gulping them down, his adams apple bobbing in his throat as he shakes the tin, letting more and more fall out. “mmnnnmnn…”
the can is emptied in 10 seconds.
you snatch it off him, “WHO SAID YOU COULD HAVE THE REST?!” you scream, tipping it over to confirm your eyes aren’t deceiving you and he just finished the whole thing.
he pauses his chewing to stare at you, dumbfounded.
you lob the empty can at his head.
“URRRRRGGGGG!!!!!” you groan, getting up and pacing around in a rage.
rubbing the back of his head while swallowing down whats left of the beans he gets up to walk toward you, so you pick up the can and throw it at him again.
“ow! i’m sorrmny—tfhought you were finisenshed..” he mumbles with a mouthful of beans.
“WHY WOULD I BE SATISFIED WITH 4 BEANS?—you put those eyes to use and find me more food. now.”
“can’t smell any more around here.” he says sheepishly.
you two go back and forth for a while before you give up and decide to head back to your newfound ‘home’ as he’s now calling it.
it’s awkward and silent, more so for him than for you. you’re more focused on how to get this leech off your back.
sadly it has a voice, “can we be friends again? i’ll let you have what we find tomorrow.”
“oh howww generous of youuu.” you drag out.
“thank you.” he says with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
“i was being sarcastic.”
“oh.”
he didn’t speak again after that.
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not until you were about to get some well deserved shut-eye anyways,
“are you mad? are you going to leave?”
he’s moved his rug closer to yours now but you aren’t too bothered about it after seeing his defensive skills, you’ll throw him at the zombies if they somehow break in.
“no choso, im just hungry.” you look into his eyes, even in the dark room you can’t tell if they’re too dead or too alive looking for a half-zombie.
“okay.”
you both say nothing more, nothing less—just stare at each other in comfortable silence for a moment.
he takes a risk and inches closer to you—you don’t mind. maybe it is nice to have someone around after all.
you find yourself scooting closer to him too.
you find yourself not caring when your noses touch.
you find yourself studying his inhuman features, when you’re up this close they’re sort of fascinating.
choso’s cherishing every ounce of warmth radiating off of your body, he’s began to grow used to his cold body, it doesn’t bother him that much but you’ve become like a drug to him.
and an idea pops into his head.
“can i..kiss you?”
his question takes you aback, that’s the last thing you expected.
you’d be lying if you said he wasn’t insanely attractive, but..he’s not human—not fully anyways. “where’s this come from?” you chuckle.
“i want to test something.” he gives no further details, if he were to explain his intentions his whole plan would go out the window.
“alright. you owe me two tins of beans.” thankfully for him, you don’t ask.
he sits up onto one elbow and leans down to cradle your face in one hand, parting his lips and letting them move with yours.
his lips are softer than you expected, but they’re also incredibly wet from how much he’s drooling. you expect it to only last a few seconds, but it doesn’t seem like he’s got that intention.
he slips his tongue in easily, the wet muscle connecting with yours makes your eyes open wide—finding him looming over you with a look so desperate it makes your womb flutter.
you open your mouth slightly to let his tongue push in deeper, you’re certain theres more of his saliva than yours in your own mouth by now.
choso’s addicted.
addicted to the way you look, smell, feel, taste, and sound.
the noises of your sloppy kissing already has him half-hard.
he pulls away from you to let you breathe properly and a glob of his spit falls into your open mouth.
“swallow it—swallow it, please.” he pants.
he’s asking you so nicely you wouldn’t be able to say no even if you didn’t want to.
the sight of your throat bobbing as you gulp down his dna sends him west—he needs more of you, “will you let me taste you?” he can smell your pussy dripping and it’s driving him insane.
at his words you instinctively press your thighs together, all you can do is nod—it’s like he’s shut off your brain.
with your approval he gets so excited he nearly rips off your shorts, but before he can go all animalistic you grab a hold of them and pull them off yourself.
he doesn’t waste a second before burying his nose into your soaked panties, just inhaling your scent—your legs twitch at the feeling of the tip of his nose pressed against your clit.
while moving backward to settle in between your legs he kisses up and down your thighs, dragging it out for as long as he can.
he licks stripes from knee to hip, pecks hundreds of light kisses at your inner thigh and circles just right around your clit but doesn’t graze it once.
“mmnnph.. chosoo..” you whine, growing impatient.
“hmm?”
you’re too embarrassed to say it out loud, so you take a handful of his hair in your hand and guide him to your cunt.
a smile spreads across his face as he hooks his fingers into the side of your panties, and it grows even bigger when he’s seen with his own eyes the effect his teasing had on you.
his tongue leaves his mouth to finally get a taste of your sweet pussy—going from your soaked entrance all the way up to that swollen little bud.
you let out a shaky breath thats cut short when he starts sucking on it, then combining that with small flicks of the tip of his tongue.
“good…so good..” he mumbles against your pussy, sending vibrations through you that make you wriggle around even more.
SSSHLOOP! SSSHLOOP! SSSHLOOP! is all that can be heard in the dimly lit space, the only light is coming from the moon shining through the small window at the top.
he’s making out with it now, closing his eyes and practically swallowing up your entire cunt while he growls.
your hips uncontrollably buck against his mouth and he uses his veiny arms to slam them back down against the rug—not for a second taking his attention off of the way his tongue moves against you.
he finally pulls back slightly to take a breath, and the second you think you’re about to get a break too he dives right back in, swishing his tongue around your clit at a pace that has you making sounds you didn’t even know you could “cho—so….haaah..”
“please—fuuuuck..please cum on my tongue..” hes rutting his hips against the ground, craving his own release.
your hand grips the crown of his head to control his mouth as your face contorts in pleasure, feeling your cunt throb.
he’s desperate for it, eating you out like he’s been without food for 40 days and 40 nights just to feel the dribble of your juices on his tastebuds.
“fffuck..! cum-cumming..!” you cry out, thighs closing in over his head that you have buried deep in your pussy and nearly choking him with the force of them hugging his neck so tightly.
choso’s lapping up everything, the struggle to take a breath makes everything feel so much more intense, his hips stutter against the ground as he tries to prevent himself from spilling his seed into his only pair of pants—but it’s too late.
his cum trickles out slowly, soaking through the front and leaving the rug under him damp.
it was already soaking from a mix of your pussy juices and his saliva dripping from his chin down onto it, so looks like you’ll have to share one tonight.
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you awake abruptly the next morning to choso shaking you.
your vision is hazy as you look up at him, he’s got a terrified expression on his face and you quickly realise why.
theres banging—loud banging and creaking at the door.
not from one nor two zombies, but what sounds like dozens trying to get in.
the makeshift block choso made for the door is no help against that many, with every shake more and more items come toppling down and its beginning to open.
“they—they only want you!” he seems to have come to some sort of realisation. “you can’t leave me. you said you wouldn’t, right?”
“huh?”
“so this’ll work. it has to—it’s what i planned, it’s my test.” he’s rambling on and on and you have zero clue what’s going on.
“what are you talking ab—“
CRUNCH!
you don’t even feel it.
not until you look down and find a piece of your arm missing—in choso’s mouth.
“they won’t hurt you anymore, they won’t come near you, we can stay like this forever.”
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a/n : ok i have to srsly lock in for exams now but the song came up on my fyp and the ideas just started going to my head and i just ended up at the notes app and it was a whole thing and this is the result
fanart by @MOHIMOHINOSIRI on twt
tags : @yoonsucks @jaaazy
