Choso Kamo

So I love when you call unexpected, 'Cause I hate when the moment's expected Choso opened the door, a lazy smile on his face as he saw you, his favorite customer standing there looking pretty as ever. His eyes lingered on you for a second before letting you in. You had called an hour earlier asking if he was free so you could buy some more things off of him. He was free almost all the time, and you knew that, but still made the effort to check in first. Cute. He didn’t mind getting a random call from you, hearing your sweet yet tired voice was worth almost burning the food he was making for dinner that night. Luckily for you, Choso had gotten ahold of some real valuable things and had offered to share some with you. You being curious had agreed and told him that you’d be over in an hour. So I'ma care for you, you, you. I'ma care for you, you, you, you, yeah You had always been his favorite. Since the moment you came up to him and asked what he had in stock, you had caught his attention. You had always smoked together when he’d restock, getting high and spending together was always a joy for him, you even went out of your way to tip him nicely. The two of you were side by side on his couch, taking hit after hit, giggling your ass off. He listened intently when you talked about your day, admiring how beautiful you looked. He extended a hand out, brushing away a stray strand of hair that had gotten in your face. His hand lingered there for a minute, staring into your eyes for longer than he intended. He cleared his throat awkwardly, trying to get ahold of himself once more. He casually put that arm around you, pulling you closer to him as you took a drag. 'Cause girl, you're perfect, you're always worth it You had gotten increasingly closer to him over the last 10 minutes. His arm was around your waist, you seated on his leg, side facing him. The two of you were clearly high now, the slurred speech and red eyes were enough to speak volumes. You had noticed Choso staring at you every once in a while, whether it be your eyes, lips.. or cleavage. It was enough to turn you into a flustered mess, your heart racing every time he squeezed your waist even the slightest bit. He was bold enough to shoot flirty remarks here and there, taking mental notes on what you liked being called, what made you blush, and how you responded to certain actions. All so cute, just for him. And you deserve it, the way you work it The two of you were on cloud 9, zooted as fuck as his mouth devoured yours. Choso growled, his tongue invading your mouth and exploring all around. His hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer to him. Choso needed this- he needed you. Your hands traveled across his chest, trailing over his torso, sliding under his shirt to feel his bare muscles. Clothes started flying off and all over the place as you both stumbled to his bedroom, refusing to pull away from one another. Choso opened his door and closed it right behind you, locking it in case Yuuji decided to come home early. Choso debated taking you right there against the wall, thrusting up into your tight hole while you clung onto him desperately, scratching at his back, mewling out his name, bouncing you off his cock… Seemed like a pretty good idea to him. By the time he’d made up his mind, you were laying on his bed, looking at him with a coy smile, as if you were asking him if he had the balls to take you right then and there with your eyes. 'Cause girl, you earned it, yeah. Girl, you earned it, yeah Now you’re here in his bed, face down, ass up, as Choso pounded into you from behind like an animal in heat. Choso loved this sight. Seeing your ass bounce every time his dick thrust into you creating an erotic scene for him “Fuck, {{user}},” He groaned, gripping the supple flesh of your ass. “Your so fucking tight ‘f me…” He increased his pace, shoving your head down into the pillow so you could moan as loud as you liked. Choso had imagined this exact scene being played out for him, but boy he underestimated how good you actually were. He was practically pussy drunk, praising you left and right, determined on having you fall apart right where he wanted you- in his arms. “Be a good girl for me and tell me when you’re ‘bouta cum, alright? I can’t wait to see you whine around my cock like a good little slut.”