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this is soxfucking cute i love choso

My Treat

Stoner/ServiceDom!Choso x Fem!Reader Oneshot (College AU)

tags/warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI, substance use, oral sex (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), cuddles, premarital hand holding, gratuitous fluff, someone creams their pants not saying who but it’s choso, i reiterate choso's bond with his brothers quite a bit bc i think it's sweet and integral to his character

~4.8k

summary: choso smokes you out and eats you out like the good stoner service dom he is

thanks for reading and enjoy<3

“Done.” Choso shut his laptop, and you let out a cheer.

“Thank god!” You collapsed in your seat, resting your cheek on the cool surface of the library table. You two had been working tirelessly for weeks, and now that your project was submitted you could feel your youth returning and the weekend calling.

Another student madly typing away next to you rolled their eyes, shushing you and you whispered a hushed ‘sorry!’ before sitting back up to cradle your chin in your palm. Choso had started crossing things off of the post-it note stuck onto the top of his laptop, and you discreetly admired the way his hand tensed around the pen and his concentrated gaze. You had been assigned to be each other’s project partners for the latter half of the semester, and even after working together for all that time you weren’t sure if Choso realized in the slightest how big of a crush you had on him. Prior to the project, you had been sitting next to each other since the first day of classes, but he came across as quite reserved and hadn’t seemed open to conversation until you became project partners. It was almost like he preferred not to talk unless he had to.

Nonetheless, the quiet confidence he carried himself with only made you more curious, and you always stole glances at your classmate. He had strong eyebrows that framed sharp, dark eyes underlined by a black mark across his defined nose bridge. This accentuated his already striking features, and you always imagined running your thumb over it, even now as you stared at his pensive side profile.

Choso also had a very unique style, his six foot tall form often draped in dark colors while sporting heavy boots and his jet black strands pulled into spiky buns at the top of his head. On rare occasions he would wear his hair down and it went past his shoulders, framing his stoic expression in a way that made your breath catch. Besides being obnoxiously attractive, he was always smelling clean and woodsy as well. Like the almost metallic smell of rain on stones and pine trees after a storm.

“Now we just have the final left.” He said, clicking his pen derisively.

“Ugh, don’t remind me. This professor’s out to kill.”

He nodded in agreement, rubbing at an eye. Choso seemed to don a permanently tired expression on his face due to the firm set of his jaw and the perpetual bags under his eyes. You don’t think he slept much, if at all.

If one day you hadn’t caught him on the phone while waiting for you in front of the campus library, you would have guessed he never smiled either. But there he was, a small smile like a sliver of sunlight playing across his handsome features as he was shaking his head at the other person on the line.

“One of my little brothers.” He had explained once he had gotten off the phone, opening the door for you and jutting his head inwards, “Ready to head in?”

You gradually began piecing together what Choso was like as you worked on your assignment together, but he was still a mystery to you for the most part. From what you did know he seemed dedicated to his family and had a lot of drive, with pursuing a degree in hematology on top of being in the school’s nationally ranked martial arts team. He also enjoyed drinking strong coffee, always grabbing you a cup if he knew you would be meeting up early in the day, though more sugary or at least less caffeinated than his own.

“How are you going to celebrate us being done with that cursed assignment?” You asked, packing up your things and crumpling up papers that were no longer needed.

“Mmm, not sure. What about you?”

The paper ball you had aimed at the nearby wastebasket bounced off the rim.

“Damn, missed. Wait Choso, do you smoke?”

“Yeah.” He got out of his seat, picking up the paper ball and tossing it into the trash.

“Really? I thought you had to take drug tests for the martial arts competitions.”

“We don’t have any more competitions until next semester, so it’s okay for now.” He supplied, coming back to tuck in his chair.

“I knew it! We should have a smoke sesh.” You slid your chair back into the table as well and joined Choso as he made his way to the library’s exit.

“Sure, I got some stuff at my place. You wanna come?” He glanced down at you, slowing so you could keep up with his long strides.

Your heartbeat accelerated at the invitation. You usually met up at the library or at your apartment since it was closer than his, and both were usually full of other students or your roommates constantly popping in and out. Now that you thought of it, you had never really hung out with him alone unless slaving over the project was involved.

You considered your answer for only a second, “I’m down! What’s your address?”

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Once you had parked, you found Choso waiting in front of his apartment complex.

“Hey again.” You waved, running to where he stood, “You didn’t have to wait for me, I have your apartment number.”

He turned on his heel once you made it to his side, “Don’t say that. Of course I did. Come on, it’s this way.”

You blushed at his words, following him as he led you up a flight of stairs and towards his apartment door. You could see his broad shoulders and bulky back muscles shifting underneath his shirt as he walked up the stairs, and even though it had been your idea, you suddenly felt yourself becoming nervous at being truly alone with him for the first time.

Once he unlocked the door, you were met with a tidy and surprisingly well-decorated space. Most of his furniture was wooden and he had a decently sized TV in his living room with a glass coffee table nestled at its front. A multitude of photographs were hung up above the couch and stuck to the fridge, and he had a potted plant that vined across the edge of his kitchen countertop.

“Nice place.” You commented sincerely, taking off your shoes and setting your bag on the small dining table as you walked in.

“Thanks, make yourself at home. I’m gonna grab the stuff.” He disappeared into a room to the left of the living room, and you decided to sit on the couch and wait for him.

It was a dark gray color and the fabric was canvaslike, but there were some fluffy pillows and a blanket that made up for the scratchy material. You settled yourself atop the cushions, looking at the framed photos with interest. Choso was widely smiling in each one, usually off to the side among a group of boys you assumed were his brothers. He would often have his arm wrapped around their shoulders and tugged towards him, or he would stack the youngest ones on his shoulders. If they weren’t formally posed together in a dojo or restaurant, the images were candids of the brothers doing some adventurous activity like white water rafting or eating churros at an amusement park. They all seemed very close, and you touched the corner of one frame where Choso seemed especially ecstatic while lifting one of his little brothers into the air as the younger boy joyfully waved around a silver medal.

“Alright.” Choso had come back, placing some glassware, packets of rolling paper, and pristine jars of kush in front of you.

“Ugh, I’ve so needed this.” You took in the array with excitement.

“Tell me about it.” Choso began unscrewing the lid to his grinder.

“Need any help?” You picked up a jar, reading the label and twisting open the cap to smell the contents.

“You’re good, let me do it.” He insisted, taking the jar from you with care, “You always gave me snacks and stuff when I was over at your place, so I got you. I’ll order takeout once we finish smoking too. My treat.”

You put your hands over your heart and looked at him, not knowing whether to be touched or impressed, “Are you serious?”

He rolled his eyes as he started packing a bowl, pausing to give you one of his rare smiles, “Just sit there, okay?”

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A couple of hours later, you were coming down from your high and stuffed with Thai food.

“That was the best mango sticky rice I’ve ever had. I’d go to war for…” You picked up the to go box and squinted, “Happy Elephant Thai. They are my gods now.”

“That’s the weed talking.” Choso placed a hand over the box’s lid, coaxing you to put it back down.

“That’s all me, I love mangoes.” You protested, setting down the box and reclining back into the couch.

You and Choso had elected to put on a movie, only to become so engrossed in conversation that it had long ended. The weed had made you both more open and talkative, and you had taken advantage of the effects to learn more about your crush without feeling your usual twinge of anxiety.

Choso remained calm as he answered your questions about his family, his hobbies, if he believed in aliens, what his favorite foods were, and what his childhood was like.

“I’m the oldest of ten brothers.” He had explained when you inquired about the pictures hung on the walls, “I’ve been taking care of them for as long as I can remember.”

“Is it difficult?”

“In some ways yes, in others no. They’re my entire motivation to be better, you know? Even when I make mistakes, I know that my failures will help them figure out what they want to avoid in their own lives. We learn from each other and live for each other. They’re honestly a part of me as much as I am a part of them. We fight sometimes, but forgiveness is always a given among brothers.”

You had known he was loyal to his family, but hearing how deep their bonds ran made you respect him even more.

“You’re a good big brother.” You had commended, “Probably the best I’ve ever met.”

“I try.” He had nonchalantly waved off the sentiment, but you caught a glimpse of his nose scrunching with ill contained pride from the compliment as he looked away.

He had then asked you questions about yourself in return, and you felt more comfortable than ever with him. If anything, your crush was growing by the minute. It was like you had always been here, sharing his couch and dessert as you talked about everything and nothing at all.

“Hey, you’re falling asleep.” He gently shook your knee.

“Am I?” You mumbled, pressing your cheek into the couch and hugging a pillow tighter to your chest.

“Yeah,” Choso yawned and stood up to stretch, “Fuck, I am too. Do you want to go hang out in my room? It’s more comfy.”

“Mhmm, just give me a sec.” You blinked with effort before sluggishly getting to your feet, “Okay, let’s go.”

He let out a small chuckle, “Here, hold my hand. We’re gonna get lost if neither of us can keep our eyes open.”

Choso extended his hand out to you, and you tentatively slid your hand into his. His hand was incredibly warm, and when he wrapped your hand in his it felt perfect, like his hand was meant to fit yours.

“Don’t let go.” He warned, tugging you along.

Adrenaline coursed through you, and you couldn’t ignore the sound of your heart beating rapidly in your ears or the pleasant feeling spreading across your chest as you both stumbled into his room.

His room was clean and matched what you imagined it would look like, a queen-sized bed was pushed to the corner and engulfed in white, fluffy linens. It was cradled in a black painted bed frame that seemed to be part of a set with the nightstand next to it. There was a large window with the blinds drawn behind his headboard and a desk in the other corner covered in textbooks and some martial arts club flyers neatly stacked along the edges. On his nightstand, there was another picture of his family, a brown glass ashtray stamped with a random seaside hotel logo, and his keys.

Choso guided you to take a seat on the edge of the bed, and then began rearranging the covers and pillows so that you could both scoot yourselves against the headboard. You found yourself sitting closer to the wall on his left, propped up on pillows that carried his fresh scent and your shoulders and knees lightly brushing against his. You weren’t sure if anything could help calm your heart from the close proximity, and you could still feel the warmth of his hand inside your palm. Truthfully, being on his bed was probably the worst place to try and convince yourself that your crush on Choso wasn’t making your chest feel like bursting. Your cheeks tinged pink at the thought of what he did, or who he did on this bed that you two were just casually sitting on top of.

“Are you still high?” He interrupted your thoughts, taking a lighter out of his nightstand drawer and lighting the joint he had tucked behind his ear.

“I’m more sleepy than high now.” You replied, reaching for the joint.

He gingerly passed it to you, exhaling away from you and his fingertips briefly touching yours.

Nearly translucent tendrils of smoke began curling themselves towards the ceiling as you both took turns smoking, and you began to feel the pull of your high on the back of your eyelids again.

You gave Choso back the joint, shaking your head when he took a drag and tried giving it back to you.

“I’m feeling good where I’m at right now.”

“Okay.” He perched the joint against the edge of the ashtray, the embers still glowing.

He let out one last sigh of smoke, and you watched the skin around his jaw tighten as he blew out the vapor, his Adam's apple bobbing in his neck. You swallowed thickly, clenching your thighs together.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Hm?” He turned to meet your eyes and angled his head back into the pillows, crossing his arms behind his head.

“Can we cuddle?” You surprised yourself with the words and more began tumbling past your lips, “Sorry, I just- Being high makes me kind of-”

“Sure, come here.”

He sank down lower into his pillows, lifting his arms and beckoning you into his embrace. His t-shirt stretched enticingly across his strong chest, and the hem rose to reveal a peek at his densely packed abs and a happy trail that disappeared into his pants. The sight made you bite your lip before you settled into his arms. Choso pulled you close to rest on top of him, securing an arm around your waist and placing the other between your shoulder blades as you contentedly buried your face into the nape of his neck. He safely tucked you against his frame, your legs tangling together as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Is this okay?” He murmured against your hair, and you felt your heartbeat pick up for what felt like the millionth time that day.

“Mhm, this feels…really good.” You quietly closed your eyes, savoring the warmth and the feeling of being held so intimately.

He started dragging his knuckles up and down your back, and shivers danced up your spine at the attentive motions. You reached up to return the favor, lightly scratching and massaging circles into the back of his neck. He instantly relaxed beneath your touch, the rise and fall of your chests syncing peacefully.

“You know, when I first sat next to you I had no idea we’d end up getting high and cuddling.” You softly laughed, breaking the comfortable silence.

“What do you mean?” Choso lowly chuckled, the reverberations of his voice tickling your ear.

You raised yourself onto your elbows, shyly drawing circles along his collarbone and avoiding his eyes.

“When we first met, I got the feeling that I annoyed you.”

His hands trailed up your body before sliding down to rest on your hips, “That’s funny, I only remember being nervous because I had seen you around and always thought you were pretty.”

You looked up in shock, “Wait what? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

“What’s understood doesn’t need to be said. It’s pretty obvious everyone thinks you’re beautiful. I didn’t think it would be news to you.” Choso shrugged, as if it was an undeniable fact.

Beautiful? Your heart swelled, and you kicked yourself for never saying anything to him earlier. Still, you hadn’t known what he was thinking.

“It’s news to me coming from you.” You muttered, warming when a grin graced his features.

“That’s my bad then, you’re right.” He seemed to consider his words before continuing, “You are beautiful. I like the way you think about things too. You’re really smart and it’s been fun spending time with you.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to fight the smile threatening to break across your face, and you continued drawing shapes into his chest to ground yourself.

“Thank you, I feel the same way and…I think you’re beautiful too.” You finally said, peeking at Choso as his visage brightened from the compliment.

“Really?”

“Yeah, especially when your hair’s down. You’re very handsome.” You admitted, reaching over to lightly pull at the ends of one his hair bundles.

“I would put it down now, but I need it out of my face if something happens soon.”

“If what? Why not?” You tilted your head in confusion as he carefully removed his hands from you to relight the joint and take some more hits.

He blew a stream of smoke at the ceiling before placing the lighter back in the drawer and settling a hand into the curve of your waist, “I mean, we’re in my bed, we’re high. You’re looking very cute and I just have a feeling something might happen.”

The insinuation was becoming clearer, but you needed something more direct. Or even better, action.

“Okay.” You said, intently staring at him as he smoked.

Choso inhaled deeply, studying you through the smoke as his eyes drooped further from his growing high.

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

You swept your gaze down to his lips, “What’s understood doesn’t need to be said.”

“That so? Aren’t you clever?” He teased, smiling with the joint poised between his lips.

You dragged your gaze back to meet his through half-lidded eyes, still saying nothing.

Choso’s smile fell at your silence, and he reached his hand back to snuff out the end of the joint into the ashtray before leaning in close to you. He raised a couple of steady fingers to gently trace the idiosyncrasies of your face, delicately outlining the sides of your jaw, the corners of your eyes, and down your nose with loving detail. When he had gone over those areas to his satisfaction, he caressed your cheeks with featherlight touches until your eyes fluttered closed. A slow running of his hands through your hair made your entire body ease into him before he returned them to the sides of your face and pulled you into a breathtaking kiss.

His lips were achingly soft and chills rose from the back of your scalp as he deepened the kiss, your chest and stomach filling with butterflies when he rolled you onto your back and slotted his knee between your legs. Your tongues glided dreamily against each other, and you let out a whimper when he bit your bottom lip and began cascading urgent kisses down your neck.

“Choso.” You breathed, wriggling your hips as your core pulsed against his firmly pressing knee.

“I know,” He gave you another kiss, sighing and looking into your eyes with reverence, “Be patient, and let me know if you want to stop, okay?”

You nodded, and he started undressing you as he trailed kisses into the dips of your collarbone, audible moans escaping both of you as his lips warmed your skin.

He finally tugged your shirt off, unhooking your bra and kneading at the inviting swell of your tits with his hands before enveloping one of your nipples in his mouth and tweaking the other between his fingers. He wetly circled his tongue around, the sensitive peak perking against his tongue and making you whimper.

Choso licked at your supple breasts, roughly sucking choice areas and leaving love bites over your heart as you shakily held onto the back of his neck. He continued kissing downwards, growing more gentle when he reached your navel and the edge of your waistband.

“Can I take these off? Please.” He hooked his fingers into your pants, looking up at you earnestly and breathing hard. You could feel the heat of his needy exhales on your skin.

“Yes.” You quickly answered, and he removed the fabric with impatience.

He crouched down, steadying your hips with his hands as he delivered languid kisses along your inner thighs and pressed his lips and tongue against the dampening spot on your underwear.

Your breathing was increasingly erratic, and when he slid off your panties you shivered at the cool air hitting your leaking entrance.

Choso looked up at you as he delivered a long lick to the tender seams of your pussy, your precum slick against his tongue and a mewl leaving your lips at the sensation. You don’t think there was anything more seductive than seeing his eyes darken at your reaction.

He gave you another eager lick that left you trembling, his voice coating with desire, “Pretty and sweet? Fuck.”

Choso’s swears became muffled as he delved back into your pussy, hungrily lapping at your folds and his nose brushing against your clit. He easily pulled your thighs apart, relishing the sticky spread of your lips. The veins in his arms rushed with adrenaline as he kept your hips pushed down onto the bed, and you groped at the sheets as he ate. Your whines were lost in the filthy sounds of his tongue fucking into your walls as far as he could reach, gulping down every excited thrust and letting your arousal thickly drip down his chin.

He broke away to swipe at the mess on his jaw, “God, you taste even better than you look. I don’t know how that’s possible.”

There weren’t any more breaks after that, as if speaking or even breathing was far less important than being able to feel you writhing on his tongue and your thighs squeezing around his head. All you could hear was his insatiable pants against your pussy and your own wails brokenly repeating his name.

Choso moved to dig his fingertips into the plush flesh of your ass, anchoring himself as he indulged in the intoxicating wetness of your pussy.

You wove your fingers into his hair, pushing him down and crying out when he began severely sucking your clit and making you buck hard into his face.

“Oh my god, Choso. Eating my pussy so good. Love, love how your tongue feels in my pussy.”

Hearing your enthusiasm seemed to encourage him, and he hummed in response.

You gasped as he started swirling his tongue around the swollen nub, and you felt him slide two fingers inside of you. You pulsed exasperatedly around them, moaning when he began curling the pads of his fingers against your sensitive walls. Every swipe was exhilarating and left goosebumps on your skin. He still couldn’t seem to resist the urge to devour you, running his tongue over his fingers and trying to mash it into any space he could find. You sat up, desperately arching your hips into his fingers and tongue as you yanked at his hair to fuck your spit covered cunt harder. He readily met every pleading motion of your hips, a maddening push and pull that made tears spring into your eyes.

“Need to cum, Choso please.”

He reciprocated your urgency, alternating between sucking your clit and swirling the tip of his tongue around it as he inserted another finger into your needy pussy. You threw your head back at the pleasurable fullness, hips convulsing and your mouth dropping open in a nearly silent scream when Choso’s tongue began vigorously flicking at your clit and his long fingers stroked the insides of your pussy with a precise rhythm, deep and hard. The squish of his fingers and tongue echoing after his stifled groans made your drool dribble down onto your chest. Choso was utterly obsessed with savoring you by the mouthful, and you felt so close to breaking from his relentless endeavors to please you and memorize your flavor.

You could hardly breathe or think, losing yourself in every passionate and slippery surge of Choso’s tongue until you were sure you couldn’t deny him any longer.

“I’m cumming, Choso, I-” You could barely get the words out as pure pleasure overloaded your senses and the creamy cum of your pussy gushed onto Choso’s waiting tongue.

He slowly pulled his fingers out, gathering the remaining cum webbed between his fingers and vigilantly catching any stray drops threatening to trickle down your thighs.

Choso gave your now dully throbbing pussy one last affectionate kiss before making his way back up to you.

He tenderly swept your hair out of your sweat sheened face, kissing your lips and allowing you to taste the sweetness of your climax. Honey dripped off his tongue, leaving you dazed and weak.

“Did that feel good?” He asked, scanning your face.

Your fucked out and blissful expression made him smile, “Mhmm.”

“Good, just wanted to make sure.” Choso combed his fingers through your hair, “Are you tired now?”

You nodded weakly, “But what about you?”

“I….finished when you did.” He rubbed the back of his neck, almost embarrassed, “You were making all those cute little noises and tasting so good I couldn’t help it.”

Your eyes shifted down to his pants, confirming there was a wet stain over his sizable bulge. The fact that eating you out enthralled him to that point filled you with adoration. You would do anything for him.

“Is it really okay?” You hesitated, your fingertips ghosting over his zipper before he intertwined your hand in his and kissed it reassuringly.

“Yeah, don’t worry about me. I’m happy when you’re happy, we can sleep now if you’re tired.”

Tightness enveloped your chest and you wanted to cry from happiness, “But I like you.”

Choso let out a laugh, “I like you too. We have plenty of time though, and it can’t be helped if you’re tired.”

“Okay...” You acquiesced, and he kissed your forehead.

“Stay here, I’m gonna get you cleaned up and some clothes you can sleep in.”

He got up and upon his return, wiped you down completely with a warm towel and redressed you in a pair of his boxers and a flannel that he had grabbed from his closet. He had also cleaned himself up and changed out of his previous set of clothes, hair now loose around his neck and looking as handsome as ever.

“Hm, you look so much prettier than me in these.” More adoring pecks were bestowed to the crown of your head.

You had never felt so completely cared for.

“You’re so pretty,” You tapped his cheek and then at a spot on his chest, “Here, and here.”

Choso stared at you with his heart in his eyes, “Stop that.”

“You’re the prettiest, Choso.” You reiterated, sending him a coy wink and a soft tap on the nose.

He gathered you in his arms, covering your face in kisses until you were breathless from laughing and he had you pinned beneath him.

“Enough, or I’m really going to fall for you.”

You peered up at him, “Would that be so bad?”

Choso thoughtfully rubbed his thumb across your cheek, “No.”

You placed a hand over his, your eyes shining as he drank in the sight of you. He seemed mesmerized by every curve and facet of your features, like tearing his vision away from you would be unthinkable. Criminal, even. He let out a defeated sigh, brushing the tip of his nose against yours and looking into your eyes.

“Who am I kidding? I’m fucked aren’t I?”

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End Notes:

Choso’s more introverted I feel, so I was like okay he doesn’t need to talk just eat hgjrfskd he just screams service dom to me i love that man

Thanks for reading! <3

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