Choso Kamo One shots

☁️ Waiting pt.1

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{Warnings:None}
{Fem!Reader}
{☁️ fluff ?}
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The kitchen was alive with the clattering of pots and pans as you and Choso prepared dinner. Yuji had left momentarily, leaving you and Choso alone in the room. The air crackled with a tension that had been building for years – a magnetic force between you and the enigmatic bad boy of the Kamo clan.

Choso's vibes were as palpable as ever, his presence filling the room with an electrifying energy. Throughout the years, he had been the master of flirtatious banter, always leaving a trail of lingering glances and teasing remarks. You, on the other hand, had been harboring a secret crush, afraid to confess your feelings and risk the friendship with Yuji.

As you stirred a simmering pot on the stove, Choso leaned against the countertop, a playful smirk on his lips. "I'm gonna say it."

"You don't have to say it," you said quickly, keeping your eyes trained on the stove.

"Y/N."

Your heart skipped a beat as you slowly turned your head to face him. He stared at you intently, his eyes dark with desire.

"It's been eight years, and you still won't go out with me," he said.

Your cheeks flushed at his bluntness. "I didn't think you were serious," you said.

Choso stepped closer, trapping you between the counter and his body. His breath was hot on your face, and you could smell the faint scent of cigarettes and leather.

The years of restraint, the unspoken desires, all seemed to culminate in that charged moment. Your heart raced, and you could feel the weight of the decision you were about to make.

Choso's eyes searched yours, seeking permission. "Let me take you out tonight,I want you to be mine." he murmured.

The air was thick with tension, and you knew you could either break the spell or give in to your deepest desires.

You felt a wave of boldness wash over you, and you placed a hand on his chest, feeling the hard muscles beneath his shirt. You looked up at him through your lashes, a coy smile on your lips.

"If you want me, come and get me."

You felt his breath hitch at your words, and you knew you had crossed a line. The spell was broken, and there was no going back.

Choso's lips crashed against yours, his hands gripping your waist tightly. The kiss was rough and passionate, filled with eight years of longing and desire.

"We have to go out tonight," he whispered against your lips.

"Yes."

Your bodies were pressed together, your heart pounding as the heat rose between you.

"You've wanted this for so long, haven't you?"

You could feel his cock pressing against your hip, and you could only manage a nod in response.

His lips found your neck, and you felt his teeth graze your skin. "You're going to be mine, Y/N."

The thought of being his sent a thrill down your spine, and you could only surrender to the sweet bliss of his touch.

"I've waited so long for this, for you," he breathed.

He was right, you had been waiting, hoping, and wanting for so long. And now, your fantasy was finally coming true.

You were pulled out of your thoughts when Yuji barged into the kitchen. "Guys, dinner's almost ready, what are you doing?" he asked.

You and Choso broke apart, trying to act casual. "We were just, uh, talking," you said, your cheeks flushed.

Yuji eyed you suspiciously, but before he could ask any more questions, Gojo called him into the dining room.

"Duty calls," Yuji said, disappearing into the next room.

You turned to Choso, a mischievous glint in your eye. "Come to my room after dinner," you whispered.