"Choro-Kun~!" You cooed at your demon boyfriend of 17 months.
The two of you were seated in the living room, him on the couch and you in his lap. He was extremely flustered by this, but didn't want to look like a virgin dork, so he stayed quiet about it. The two of you had just returned from a New Years Eve party and were staying at home for a few hours before the new year actually came. At the party though, you had gotten drunk (someone had spiked your soda), causing you to act more.... risqué than usual. You were a flirty drunk.
Gently, you wrapped your arms around your boyfriend's neck and pulled yourself closer to him, your face buried into his neck.
"(Y-y/n)...?" He asked, hands shaking furiously. "W-what are you d-doing?"
"H-h-hugging you. Duh," you stuttered into his neck, making him tense up at the feeling of your warm breath. You placed a tender kiss upon the spot you had breathed on, making him gasp and groan.
"You sound a-abor-aborable...." You sighed, fluttering your eyes out of sleepiness.
You chuckled when you pulled yourself away and saw how red he was. His eyes bored into yours and the two of you sat there, mesmerized by one another. An idea popped into your head. He was wondering how you had gotten so drunk and felt bad for taking you to the party.
"So I've been wondering. Are these sensitive?" You asked, raising your hands up to touch his horns as you laughed your ass off.
He grabbed your wrists and gently lowered them down before you could touch them. "T-that's not an a-appropriate place to t-touch!"
Your face flushed when you realized that the horns and tail were rather personal and private. But then you laughed it off. "Haha it's a demon dick...."
The two of you awkwardly sat on the couch, you looking down and fiddling your fingers out of sudden shyness and him clutching the cushion whilst looking anywhere but you. He was getting agitated with you, wanting to kiss you and hold you close but knows that would be taking advantage of you because you were drunk. The two of you had only kissed once and hadn't done it since due to it being awkward. But Choromatsu desperately wanted your sweet lips against his again.
He looked up at you when he heard a yawn and saw you slowly falling asleep, your eyes fluttering shut. Still in your drunken state, you leaned in to kiss him before you fell asleep, only to miss and kiss his throat. He groaned again and then sighed once you fell right asleep on his shoulder.
His eyes looked over to a clock and he noticed there was only 9 hours until the New Year which he figured would be plenty of time for you to sleep since when you napped, it was only for an hour and a half or so. Not wanting to wake you, he continued watching television as he held you close to him, your warm breath once again hitting against his skin every so often.
Choromatsu thought back to the kiss he wanted to have and bit his lip as he got lost in his own mind. He had plans for the coming night. Much larger than a kiss. The nervous man was going to propose to you. He knew it was against demon rules, but he didn't really care knowing that they couldn't do anything to him until he returned to the realm.
He smiled lightly and held your hands in his, looking at the two scars on your palms. That caused his smile to falter slightly. You stirred slightly, making him flinch.
"K-kawaii....~" He choked, his face lightning up a bright crimson.
"Ch-Choromatsu....." You mumbled in your sleep. "S-stop!"
You clenched onto his hoodie, tears starting to go down your face.
'Oh no..... She's having a nightmare....' Choromatsu thought as he mentally freaked out. 'Effects of the alcohol maybe? It couldn't have been too spiked...... Hopefully she doesn't have a hangover. It was just a shot..... Nothing too hard....." He giggled slightly, thinking of how sensitive you said you were to alcohol.
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Osomatsu-San x Reader ONE SHOTS
Fanfiction(Requests are CLOSED) A collection of one shots featuring you and your favorite NEETs!!!!! Highest ranking: #1 in Osomatsu-San (May 10, 2018) Cover is mine but the art on the cover is not. Art on the cover rightfully belongs to the artists.