Lemonade
Choso Kamo x y/n au
Synopsis: Y/n gets a new neighbor and he's really cute.
Contents: Smooching, sad Choso past, cursing, flirty banter, not smut at all really just like leading up to it, cute ending,and fluff
Honestly it's like 12-13k words I think
July is probably one of the best months out of the year.
The summer heat, pool parties, long days, fireflies, icey pops, fireworks, late night concerts, and ice-cold lemonade. There are lots of things to love about July, so many things to enjoy about the summer month.
July has always been Y/ns favorite month, since she was a little kid. It seemed like everything great happened in the month of July for y/n. She met her best friend in July of '09. She had her first kiss with her best friend in July of 2013. Three years later almost to the date, she lost her virginity to him. The next, he asked her to be his girlfriend and told her he loved her.
But the year after, the fun of July stopped, a break screeching halt.
Turns out her best friend of 8 years, boyfriend of 1 broke up with her. In y/ns 18 year old mind. her life was over. she would never ever find love again. July fucking sucks.
and it did. for the next 4 years it sucked.
That was until y/n finally moved out of her bumfuck small southern town. Y/n finally got away, when it seemed everyone in that shitty town lived there until they died.
Y/n was finally doing it, making her own way of life. Sure, it wasn't a great living, but it was an honest living. Y/n worked her ass off to make the little income she did, spending it frugally. Y/n now lives about 3 states away from where she was born... In another small town. But this one is up north, where the residents know everyone and all the gossip. Y/n got most of her gossip from her clients at the hair salon, and man... those older women know EVERYTHING about everyone.
"You didn't hear it from me, but Janice is having an affair. I saw her at the motel off 15 with a man way too young for her. She was dressed like some sort of hooker in clothes way too small for her body."
The community seemed to welcome y/n with open arms when she moved in earlier last year. Y/n has always had a charm about her, enchanting others with her smile and of course that cute southern accent she has. Adjusting to this new way of life was hard, but so freeing. Y/n had it mostly figured out by this point.
A pink little camper trailer sits on a small lot in the trailer park on the outskirts of town. It's quiet there, mostly older people who go to bed at 7pm. Y/n likes it here, no one knows her backstory, or really anything about her. They just know she's a 21 year old girl trying to make her way through life. They didn't need to know anything else, other than she makes the best lemonade in the whole world, taking it to every single cook out they have.
You know what y/n liked the most about living in the back of the trailer park? There was an empty lot next to hers, one that had the perfect amount of sun and shade. Y/n found herself taking a pool lounge chair (one she stole from the towns community pool) and spending most of her time sunbathing.
That was until someone purchased the lot July 1st.
Imagine the look on y/ns face when she walked out in her pretty blue bikini, sunnies perched on the bridge of her nose, and saw a single wide grey and white mobile home sitting smack dab in the middle of the lot. Yeah, it wasn't a pretty look. Walking across her small lawn, bare feet sinking into the overgrown grass, she opened the chain link gate that connected the two properties.
A curious little thing she is, good thing this isn't a horror movie.
Pushing her black sunglasses to the top of her head, she knocked on the door. What was the plan? To tell them to move? To ask them if she could still use their lawn to suntan? Y/n didn't know. Especially when the front door swung open.
Taking up most of the doorway, stood a man.
Not just a man, a god of some sort.
He lifts his arms up, grabbing the top of the door frame, flexing his triceps as he leans down a little. His black tee raises a little, exposing delicious pale skin with a trail of dark hair leading down the center of his stomach. His hair dark brown, styled in loose spiky topknots with strands perfectly framing his chiseled face. His dark eyes look serious in their slightly narrowed manner.
"Uhm hi" y/n takes a step back, her voice uneven and slightly squeaky. Tucking a tendril of hair behind her ear, she speaks again, more clearly this time. "i-im y/n. your neighbor" Turning slightly to point towards her lot. "I just wanted to say hi"
"You always say hi to your neighbors in tiny bikinis?" his brow raises and a sly smirk pulls at his lips.
"No, I was actually coming over to tan. I bring my own chair and everythin'"
"well, you see, I always tan right over there, you see where that tree is? but when I came out today.. you were just here"
"here i am" He says stating the obvious.
"so I guess, I'll just be on my way then" y/n took the steps off his porch and made it about 10 feet away from the new man in the neighborhood before she heard him speak again.
"I never said you couldn't lay in my yard"
Turning around with that charming smile on her face, she jumped up and down. "Really? Thank you thank you!"
"Choso." was all he said with a slight nod.
"Thats my name, darlin" and now he was making fun of her, saying 'darlin' with a twang that's so very exaggerated.
As a thanks, y/n knew she had to make him some of her famous lemonade. Taking a big pitcher straight to his door. Choso thought it was weird, taking homemade things to your neighbors seemed so 20 years ago. That wasn't something you did in this day of age, especially for people you just met.
And how good could lemonade even get?
Apparently it could get really fucking good. Choso was sure she put drugs in the yellow drink, it had to have gmos in it or something. He didn't know and he didn't care, she sure as hell can make the best lemonade anyone has ever had. Choso drank the whole pitcher in one day, passing the empty (still dirty) glassware back to y/n who was still laying in his yard.
There was something about this Choso guy that intrigued y/n, just from the little conversation they had she could tell he was confident with who he was and could tell he would never be anyone but himself.
Inky black hair that was pulled into cute little buns on the back of his head, creamy white skin, muscular arms that are thick and biteable. The way he smirks is not for the weak, any girl would fold if he even looked at her. Not y/n though. Sure, at first his striking looks took her by surprise, but after getting to know Choso a little, he was a challenge for her.
And y/n never backs down from a challenge.
It was almost like a ritual at this point. Every day for the past few weeks, y/n gets off of work around 4pm and heads to change into a bikini (today is red, because Choso stares the most when she's in red) and drags her pool chair over to the Kamo lawn. Blasting music from her small little speaker, she waits. Waits for Choso to get out of work and speed his way home, blowing through all the stops signs. Just so he has a few extra seconds to chat with (and stare at) y/n while she's soaking in the sun's rays.
And as if on cue, the sound of gravel crunching under tires and screeching breaks assault y/ns ears. Peaking over her sunnies, she watches with amusement as Choso rushes out of his Hellcat. Fumbling with several things in his hands as he tries to shut the door with his foot.
"Slow down Kamo, youre gonna hurt ya self"
“Hey pretty thing” he says as smoothly as possible, learning up against the side of his coup, crossing his ankles. "me? hurting myself? never" he laughs pushing himself off, taking heavy steps towards y/n.
"why you in a rush to get home? work couldn't have been that bad"
"to see you of course" Choso grins, tossing his keys onto the small patio table next to y/n.
"I'm not going anywhere, coulda took your time"
"Well i gotta get over here before someone sees a doll like you and snatches you up" He winks, crouching down, bouncing on the balls of he feet. Over the past two weeks, the two have been oh so flirty. Never once moving past the invisible line drawn in the sand. But there was a lot of winks, flirty banter, and eyes wondering where they shouldn't. It was just fun for them. Especially for Choso since he has never met anyone who could keep up with his flirting, let alone be a bigger flirt than him... which y/n was.
"Yeah yeah. no one wants little ole me" She shakes her head, closing her eyes to keep the sun from burning them. "Yeah whatever. Listen, imma work on my honey here in a minute, and I was wonderin' if you could hold my flashlight for me"
"It's day time, Choso. You don't need me to hold your flashlight" This guy was always trying to get y/n to hold his flash light. And at this point, y/n was 87percent sure he wasn't talking about an actual flashlight.
"Alright alright, you enjoy the sun" Choso stood up, expecting that to be the end of the conversation.
"Oh wait wait" y/n swung her legs off the chair "Let me get you something to drink for while you work" Y/n loves to watch Choso work on his car. He gets all hot and sweaty, shirt covered in various types of car gunk with his hair held back in those cute little buns. What a sight. She would even set up a lawn chair in his driveway just to watch him, not that Choso minded, the boy loved to show off his vast knowledge to y/n.
"Sure thing, sugar. Always looking out for me, huh?" The man smiled wide, showing off his pretty teeth.
Y/n ran inside to grab a glass of ice cold lemonade, with a pretty straw as well. Choso couldnt help but watch as y/n hips moved while she walked. Her ass perfectly plump and round, so pretty he wanted to sink his teeth into it.. or her hips, or tummy,, or literally anywhere he could. Leave teeth marks deep enough to scar, so everyone would know she's spoken for.
"For you, my good sir" Y/ns soft voice rang in his ears, pulling him out of his perverted thoughts.
"Thank you, sweets" Choso leaned forward to not only grab the glass but to also press a small kiss on the side of y/ns cheek.
"Aye cho! don't want the other neighbors to think I'm taken" y/n joked swatting at his shoulder playfully.
"No, I do want them to think you're taken"
Y/n learned a lot about choso in just a few weeks. Of course, the first few times speaking was just small talk or y/n taking cookies and lemonade over. Y/n honestly had no idea he would soon come to beg for them every single day. It's not like y/n minded, this opened up room for them to talk casually about anything and everything. And Choso said a lot of weird things.
The guy was very talkative, telling y/n of his past. How he grew up with like 5 younger brothers, how he always had a passion for music but was always shut down by his dad. He misses his mom a lot, but there was nothing he could do to bring her back. Y/ns heart hurt for him, hearing how his father killed his mom during a drunken fit of rage when he was 12. How there was nothing he could do other than try to protect his brothers.
Choso protected his baby siblings as much as he could, often taking most of the beatings. But within those harsh moments, he became who he is now. Music was all he had to protect himself, seeking clarity and freedom in the form of melodies.
If it weren't or his youngest brother, called Yuji, Choso would have never left. Yuji was all he has left of his family. Drugs and violence are what tore his family apart, taking most of his brothers away from him as well. Yuji only ever spoke highly of his eldest brother, telling him how he has the talent to make it big in this world. How Choso wishes he could have brought his younger brother with him but ultimately opting to leave his brother back home to finish out high school. Yuji swore he would be okay; his teacher and mentor Satoru Gojo would look after him until he graduates.
Now that hoso works at the mechanic shop and somehow landed a gig down at the shitty bar downtown, life was looking up. He found a drummer and a bassist through local ads and now has his very own band. Things were finally falling into place and he's only been in town for a little over a month now. He knew he would be able to bring his brother to town permanently as soon as he graduates.
It was a weird feeling, knowing someone else had just as bad as an upbringing as her. But maybe that's where they found common ground? A space to feel safe opening up about past traumas. Other than that, it was practically oil and water with the two, but those are always the best friendships.
Something about the smell of barbecue cookouts always made the summer heat tolerable. The smoke passed through the air for what seemed like miles, always finding it's way to y/n. It made her miss back home (where the barbeque is actually good) but something about a simple cookout always made y/n wish she had friends to share it with. Sure, she had work friends here and there, but nothing that stuck. Choso would be the closest thing she had to a friend.
"Choso!!" Y/n yelled as her fist pound against the Kamo door.
She heard the sound of heavy footsteps coming from the inside as she continued to bang against the wood.
"Relax sweets" Choso flung the door open. Today, y/nis wearing a jean mini skirt and a yellow bikini top. Her hips look so perfect as the skirt hung low on her hipbones, creating the most feminine figure.
"You know how to light a grill?" Y/n asked batting her eyelashes.
"Only if you feed me too" he leaned against the door frame, his arms long enough to reach the top of the framing while he puffed his chest out slightly. He looked so good in a black wife beater, the color always looked so pretty against his skin. Especially with the way he was holding onto the doorframe, accentuating his muscular arms.
"What kind of person would I be if I didn't feed my favorite neighbor?" Y/n asked already turning around to head back to her home.
"I'll be out there in a minute, sugar" Choso chuckled watching as y/n padded bare foot across his lawn.
The two sat outside on the little fold out chairs y/n had purchased from an estate sale months ago, eating almost burnt hotdogs smothered in mustard and sharing a bag of potato chips. Two now almost empty glasses of lemonade occupied the little space left on the small table, the bendy straws were always such a cute touch, something Choso thoroughly enjoyed. Listening to the crickets' chirp and the howling of the wind as it hit the trees, taking in the cool breeze the atmosphere had to offer on such a warm day like today.
It was moments like this they both cherished. Something so sweet and thoughtless, always seemed the have the most meaning.
"Stay for a movie?" Y/n spoke after she took a sip of her freshly made lemonade.
"Dinner and a show!? You must like me" Choso teased with as smile, then took a sip of his lemonade.
"Ehh I guess you could say that"
They never sat too close, but it was hard not sitting right next to each other. Y/n didn't even own a couch.. well she couldn't fit one inside of her tiny camper. It was just her bed, so the two would lay next to each other as they watched the movie. Movie nights were not a common occurrence for the two young adults, but it was something that has now happened a few times in the past 2 months.
When it did happen, they would wake up tangled together in the early morning. Faces burrowed into necks, legs intertwining, arms wrapped snugly around each other, and nothing but a— "good morning, sweetheart"
And a — "did I say you could spend the night?"
A coffee and a bagel was the normal send off for Choso during mornings like this. A quick kiss on the cheek before he went to work always left y/n a blushing mess. Whatever the two had was something special, it was rare. How many people can make you feel extraordinary? Y/n knew choso was the only person in the world who could make her feel that way.
Something about this type of friendship was hard to come across, but when it did happen, it always grew into something beautiful.
"Teach me how to play" y/n said as choso was walking up the steps of his trailer. His guitar case in one hand and his keys in the other.
"Oh shit!" Choso jumped from the sound of y/ns voice, hair flying about in the air as he whipped around to see y/n peaking from around his front porch. It was like she was waiting for the most opportune moment to say something, hiding in the shadows of the bushes and all.
"Sorry" a giggle came from y/ns lips as it wasn't her intention to scare the tall man.
"God, sweets. Can't be jumping up on me like that" Choso relaxed as he flipped through his key ring to find the one to his front door.
"I didn't mean to, just wanted to see you tonight" y/n shrugged as she followed him up his steps.
She wore a blue tank top with lace trimmings around the edges paired with some cute care bear pajama shorts, a big cashmere cardigan and fluffy house shoes.
"Is that so?" Choso smirked as he pushed the door open, moving to the side so y/n could walk first.
"It is. Since I couldn't make it to your show tonight, but had to see you" slipping in past him, y/n made herself comfortable on the metal heads small sectional couch, kicking off her shoes and sitting criss cross.
"You want a drink?" The sweaty man asked as he closed the front door, locking it shut.
"Whatcha got?" Y/n perked up, instantly feeling so much better now that she was in Choso's space.
"I got coke, beer, and the last bit of your lemonade you brought over the other day" He threw his keys in a large bowl by the door and set his guitar down.
The way his muscles moved as he pulled of his leather jacket; wet is what y/n became. His hips in those tight fucking jeans—oh fuck yeah y/n was definitely wet.
Something about Choso being all sweaty made y/n go absolutely wild, the way he smelled, the way his skin glistened, the way it made her want to drop her panties and spread her legs.
"Cho! I brought you that lemonade this morning! It was a full pitcher!" Y/n laughed trying to cover up her obvious stares.
"What can I say, sweetheart? You make the best lemonade in the state— maybe the world"
"Coming from a southern gal like me.. it's not the best. But it makes due up here"
"You're from the south? Is that why you talk all funny and say iron and oil all weird?" Choso winked with a teasing smile just before turning to head to the kitchen.
"Hey! You said you would stop making fun of me for saying iron and oil all funky" y/n shot up.
"Oh I did say that, huh?" choso mocked y/ns voice with a smile on his face. There was nothing he loved more than riling y/n up.
"I don't talk like that!" Y/n walked up to him, standing up on her tip toes to seem more intimidating.
"You do sweets." —"but it's to die for!" Choso took a fake jab at his chest with his fist and stumbled back dramatically.
"Youre annoying" y/n faked a scowl.
"Go sit down so I can get you a drink" choso shooed y/n back to the living room.
"You'll teach me to play tonight?" Y/ns voice called from the living room as she plopped herself back on the couch, shuffling through the several magazines Choso had lying about.
"Sure thing, sugar" Choso set down two glasses on the coffee table, one with lemonade and one with coke from a two liter.
"Take your pick"
"Coke, I know you like the lemonade so much"
"So considerate of me always, huh?" A wink from him was enough to fluster y/n all over again.
One thing Choso enjoyed, was watching y/ns cheeks heat up in the prettiest shade of pink he'd ever seen
Late nights were always so pretty at the trailer park, even more so when Choso had y/n in his lap, showing her different cords on his first true love. It wasn't that y/n really wanted to learn to play the guitar, it was for her to spend time with Choso. Although he would have spent time with her no matter what time of day and without a lousy excuse.
But she did look so pretty with her hair over one shoulder while Chosos chin sat gently on the other, looking over to watch as their fingers played together.
"M'gonna need a lot more practice if I want to be as good as you"
"My door is always open for you" Choso whispered with a soft kiss to her shoulder.
The night continued until about 2:30am, taking breaks from playing the guitar— badly— to sitting and talking about their day, talking about Choso friends back home, how one would effectively rob a bank, and how old they were when they had their first kiss.
Y/n being 13 and Choso being 17.
"You were a total slut back then huh?" Choso teased, which earned a shove to his shoulder from the girl sitting across from him on the couch.
"Don't be an ass! He wasn't even cute and it was after lunch— his breath totally smelled like cheeseburger and milk" y/n shuddered at the memory of the kiss that haunts her. "he was my best friend at the time"
"Go on, tell me his name"
"Beau Cooper, he was about two inches shorter than me and was the running back on our schools football team"
"That name just screams backwoods hick" Choso laughed taking his final sip of his lemonade.
"Hey! That's all I had to work with, and it wasn't worth it" y/n laughed along with Choso. "he totally broke my heart when i was 18, but that was years ago"
"Go on tell me yours now, Kamo" Y/n wiggled her eyebrows, needing to know the details of chosos first kiss.
"Her name was Shelby Chase, she had pretty red hair and played the drums, I met her at this bar back home—She asked me to meet her backstage and I don't know we kind of kissed. It was so lame, y/n. I turned into a mumbling mess and just left" Choso shook his head in embarrassment.
And for some odd reason, y/n felt a surge of jealousy rip through her body. It was silly, of course choso has kissed many girls since then. y/n has kissed many boys since her first kiss, so it didnt make sense why she felt so jealous.
Well, she wasnt jealous that choso has kissed girls that werent y/n. it was the fact that he kissed girls that looked nothing like her.
Of course, Choso would want someone who's like him, not someone who looked like y/n. A girl with piercings and who wore dark clothes and likes the same music as him. not y/n who wears bright clothes and only has one tattoo and who listens to harry styles.
"Thats very embarrassing Cho" y/n forced a laugh that Choso didn't seem to notice was fake. "it was so embarrassing. Just happy i never saw her again after" Choso was still laughing as he relived the memory.
"Do you think you're a good kisser?" Choso asked after their laughter died down.
Again y/n wasn't really laughing. It was more like a fake laugh fueled by the rage of fire igniting in her person from the jealousy. AND what was there to be jealous about to begin with? Absolutely nothing at all! She had kissed plenty of guys and Choso has surely kissed plenty of girls since then, so no reason to be upset over something so little. But maybe all the girls Choso has kissed and liked were metal heads and liked 'The Metallics' or 'Maids of Iron' or whatever they were called.
Oh god! Should y/n put more effort to liking what Choso does? Maybe that will get his attention in a romantic way.
"I mean, I hope I'm good. No one has ever complained. What about you?" y/n finally answered.
"I've been told I kiss like a princess— i don't know if that's good or bad"
"That probably means you kiss really soft and pretty." Y/n nodded, oh god to kiss those lips and see how pretty he kisses.
"So is that good? Or bad?" He was curious, how can a guy kiss like a princess? Did he need to put more pressure? Did he need to use his tongue more? It was killing him and he hasn't kissed anyone in months. What if he got worse in his time lost?
"I don't know, I've never kissed someone that kisses like a pretty pink princess" y/n laughs leaning forward to play with a loose strand of hair next to his face.
"No one said pretty pink princess, just princess"
"Are you going to show me or what... princess?" Y/n smiled leaning a little closer, enough for Choso to feel her breath on his face.
He almost choked.. a breath caught in the back of his throat, not expecting y/n to ask. Sure he wanted to kiss her, hence why he asked her if she was good at kissing or not. But he didn't think she would actually be okay with it.
"I mean, not if it'll change anything between us" Choso answered honestly, he would hate to lose y/n over a stupid kiss.
"It's just a kiss Cho, means nothing" a lie. A fucking lie. That kiss was going to mean so much to y/n.
"Y-yeah yeah of course. Just a kiss" it kind of stung a little to hear that it wasn't going to mean anything to y/n, because since day one he just wanted to kiss her and take good care of her.. like a good man does.
"You have to show me what you got though, not a little peck, I want to feel your princess power" she whispers, eyes dropping down to his lips then back up to those molten chocolate eyes.
"Lay back then, sweetheart" he whispered back, voice barely audible.
His voice so soft yet had so much assertiveness to it. It was dark and rich, like molasses, but so smooth like warmed up syrup.
Nodding, y/n moved back, laying on her back. Head laid on the arm rest of the couch, waiting for Choso to climb on top of her.
It was agonizing, having him crawl over her body felt like it was taking too long. His arms holding his upper body steady, caging y/ns head between his forearms, one knee resting between her thighs and the other smushed between her and the back of the couch. His breath heavy, matching y/ns, both of their hearts felt like they were going to explode. The anticipation was killing them.
Leaning further down, y/n could smell what was left of his cologne before it was sweated off, still smelling so delicious. Choso could smell y/ns body wash, like sugar cookies.. so fucking sweet.
Noses bumping together before their lips could actually touch, making y/n giggle softly.
"Kiss me" y/n whispers, she needed it.
The feeling of Chosos lips was like something else, on her bare skin it made her legs wobbly, but in her lips.. fuck she would have collapsed if she were standing up.
Like a fucking princess is right.
Chosos lips were so soft and slow in movement, taking his time exploring y/n. Their lips slotting together slowly in a mix of changing directions and who's bottom lip was between the others. Soon enough, Chosos tongue was taking languid swipes across y/ns bottom lip, begging for a taste of her own tongue.
His hips resting more weight on y/ns body as he wanted to feel more of her person. It was so soft and pretty, their tongues touching ever so gently together. Sucking on y/ns tongue tenderly before continuing to kiss her lips was making her want to rip his clothes off.
Y/ns hands went from Chosos hips to his neck, holding him as close as possible, slotting her fingers through his hair. Tugging gently on his hair at the nape of his neck was enough to pull a moan out of him, slipping into y/ns partially open mouth.
"Fuck- I'm- I'm sorry" Choso pulled back to look at y/ns eyes.
"It's okay. I'm sorry" y/n apologized for taking what was happening too far.
"No, don't be" Choso pushed himself back, so he was no longer on top of y/n, holding his hand out to her to help her sit up as well.
"You definitely kiss like a princess" y/n laughed while adjusting her tank top to properly cover her chest.
"Yeah?" Choso let out a low chuckle closing his eyes. God what does that even mean?
"It's a good thing. Its good— great actually. You're very soft and kind. Like you want to take your time and not rush anything"—"And your tongue too, a lot of guys don't know how to make them not pointy, yours was soft and flat but still knew direction"
"Well, that's a lot more helpful than when I asked the girl who originally said that I kiss like a princess, she just said, 'i don't know you just do' so thank you" Choso blushed softly, now knowing he probably does kiss really well.
"Oh and you sucking my tongue, god I've never done that before" y/n blushed, eyes flashing to his lips quickly.
"You like that, yeah?" Choso got a boost of confidence.
Sitting before him is the most beautiful, confident, and intimidating girl he has ever met... and he's making her blush.
"Yeah, it was new and fun. I liked it a lot actually."
"Want to do it again?" Choso teased, an actual question but one he could play off as a joke.
"Cho! No— okay yeah, can you just go slow though" putty in his hands.
"Anything you want, sweetheart" Choso cupped y/ns face pulling her closer to him.
That second kiss was better than the first. Not fireworks or movie magic or anything like that. But fucking amazing.
Choso took his time once again. The man is slow and methodical in the way he kisses.
"Stick your tongue out, sweets— yeah just like that pretty girl.. yeah just like that" his voice rugged in a low calm whisper sent y/n reeling.
"mmm taste so good" Choso mumbled against y/ns tongue before going back in for more.
Gentle sucks from Chosos lips on y/ns tongue has her clenching her thighs together, trying to suppress the feeling that was happening between her thighs.
"Such a pretty tongue" Choso groaned pulling back for just a second, still holding y/ns face between his calloused hands.
"Again" y/n whispered.
"Again? You like it that much?" His voice smooth like the coffee y/n gives him in the mornings.
"Mmhmm please" She squeaked with her eyes still closed, waiting for Chosos lips to touch hers again.
"Want me to kiss your neck too, sweets?" Choso asked letting his right hand slip from her face down to her neck. His thick fingers tracing over her pulse point while he waited for an answer.
"Yes please" y/n let out a shaky breath.
"You'll never be able to mow that lawn with the choke you got on that" Choso called leaning over the fence that separated the two yards.
"Hah hah very funny, if you don't think I can do it, how bout you come and do it for me?" Y/n stood up straight, placing her hands on her hips and cocking her head to the side.
That's how she got him every time, pretending she didn't know how to start up the lawn mower.
She got him, every single time, wearing those daisy dukes, a bikini top, hair in a messy ponytail, with hands on her hips. the silly boy didnt know any better. that and he couldn't resist her.
"What's in it for me this time, sweetheart?" Choso questioned making his way to the gate that separated the yards. The weeds in the small yard were substantially overgrown, blossoming into an eyesore.
"Lemonade? Maybe a sandwich"
"Oh you know I could never pass up your famous sandwiches and lemonade" Choso chuckled walking into the yard. He had just gotten back from his day shift at the shop. He was already pulling off his work shirt, leaving him in just his dark wash jeans.
How is this man so ripped?
Tattoos littered his arms and chest, something about the contrast of his pale skin and the dark ink was so pretty. Something y/n could never seem to take her eyes off of. Y/n has mentioned time and time again how pretty he'd look with some sort of face tattoo. What y/n didn't know was he had finally made the appointment for this coming Friday.
"Get to work then, handsome" Y/n smiled stepping away from the beat up lawn mower she purchased from a neighbor down the way.
"Play some music for me sweets" Choso nodded towards the small radio y/n always had sitting outside the camper.
It was a week after their kiss.. well kisses. Y/n was littered with hickeys from her jawline to her shoulders for days. Even now choso could still see the faint markings on her chest.
Choso was even gentle giving hickeys, again taking his time, making sure they were in the perfect spots.
Nothing happened passed that. Other than y/n going home to finish herself off after what Choso had started. When she got home her panties were completely soaked through, wanting—no— needing any sort of relief.
"Wow you really outdid yourself today" y/n smiled at chosos handiwork. While Choso was outside, y/n was cleaning up her home, Sundays were always deep cleaning day. Scrubbing top to bottom, every nook and cranny. She held onto a small laundry basket with one arm, propping it on the side of her hips as she walked down the small steps of the camper.
"I washed your shirt. I'm just gonna to hang it up to dry" y/n set the basket down and began to clip up various articles of clothing on the small wire set up she had going for her.
"What did I deserve to have someone as perfect as you?" Chosos sweaty front pressed to the back of y/ns body, arms circling her waist and a wet kiss to the side of her neck.
"Gross!"— "now I'm all sweaty, Cho!"
"Guess you'll have to shower, maybe we can save some water and do it together" Choso continued to press gentle kisses to the side of y/ns neck.
Y/n felt butterflies fluttering in her tummy as Chosos lips traced a line from her ear to her shoulder, retracing where his hickeys were just a few days ago.
"In your dreams Kamo. Go shower and I'll make you that sandwich" y/n pulled his arms from off of her, earning a whine from the boy.
"Fine! Continue to play hard to get. But jokes on you baby, the more you push is the harder I try"
That was new. It was normally 'sweets' 'sweetheart' or 'sugar' that Choso called her.
Y/n called it the three S's, it was the holy trinity of Choso Kamo.
'Baby' definitely had an effect on y/n, one that was subtle, but still noticed. He didn't even mean to call her baby, honest, it just slipped.
Now that Choso was all fresh and clean, he smelt of a dreamy pine tree— if that was even possible— and his hair always smelled of lavender, he was now ready for his late lunch.
"For you, cut just how you like it" y/n smiled as the ceramic plate hit the small wooden table.
Choso preferred his sandwiches cut down the middle, not diagonally, very controversial to many who prefer triangles.
Before y/n could even finish filling up a fresh glass with his lemonade she heard a deep moan come from the man in her dining area.
"God damn y/n you seriously make the best sandwich in the whole world, what do you do to it?" Choso mumbled with his mouth full of food.
Turning around she set down the lemonade and places a bendy straw inside. Y/n smiled as she reached for a napkin and wiped the edges of his mouth before answering.
"It's a secret."
"You can tell me" Choso pushed, he didn't want to really know, he just knew y/n made the best sandwiches.
"No can do. You'll go off and make them yourself and then who would I make my sandwiches for?" Y/n sat down in the seat across from him, reaching over to take the other half of the sandwich.
"I would never do that to you, I know you love to make me food, like a little housewife"
"Watch your mouth Choso, I am nobody's housewife" y/n said before taking a bite of the turkey sandwich. A comfortable silence consumed them as they ate, once finished y/n began to make Choso another sandwich. Only because y/n knew this man can eat. (Once, for scientific purposes, they found out Choso can eat 8 full sandwiches before feeling completely full)
"Sooo... my brother and a few friends are flying in this weekend. They were able to get a week out here. I really want you to meet them. They think I made up that we are friends"—"Actually one of them said there was no way someone so hot would even talk to me" Choso rolled his eyes.
Y/n wondered how they even knew what she looked like. It totally was because Choso sent a picture of y/n sunbathing in his yard to the group chat. (And the smart mouth was Toge.) Pretty mouthy for a guy who didn't actually speak with his words.
"Well now we have to keep them guessing, keep me your little secret" Y/n threw a wink over her shoulder.
"Please please please, I'll do anything!" Choso fake whined, standing up. "You want me to get on my knees and beg? I will" Choso began to kneel down.
"Choso no" yn giggled grabbing his wrists and pulling him back up. "you know I'd love to meet your brother, but whats in it for me if i also meet those losers you call friends?"
"I will do anything you want! Whenever you want!" Again, the large man began to lower himself to his knees, and a part of y/n wanted to watch him beg pathetically.
"You have to be more specific than that, Cho" Y/n shook her head, pushing him to sit at the small dining table.
"I'll buy you those pretty sunglasses you told me about" Choso was hoping that would be enough, he once listened to y/n rant about some sunnies she saw in a magazine, telling him how badly she needed them in her life.
"And a new bikini, your pick" y/n continued to bargain.
"Deal, oh and can you bring some lemonade, they also say that lemonade can't be that good"
"I'm gonna have to throw in a new lipstick to the deal if you want lemonade"
"Whatever you want, baby"
That one little word that had y/ns insides a scrambled mess. Sure, she had her fair share of flings throughout her life, but not once had a man made her weak in the knees the way Choso does. This sort of feeling has never happened to her before. She was one to walk with a purpose, plump lips, hips swinging, perfectly shaved long legs, the embodiment of divine femininity, a goddess in Chosos eyes. But with the way Choso is making her feel, she no longer felt like the girl she used to be.
"Okay, I'll meet your friends when they come down"
They fall back into a comfortable silence, enjoying the sandwich they shared, taking turns sipping that perfectly flavored lemonade, playing footsie under the table.
Don't get Choso wrong, he loved to try to make y/n crumble, but her rubbing her pretty foot along his shin, working her way up to his thighs— fuck it made him so weak. Her perfectly manicured toes with those silver toe rings and anklet made him almost lose his mind. And on top of that, she was able to have a perfectly normal conversation as if she wasn't just grazing his inner thigh with her foot.
Y/n had many questions on how Yuji and the others were able to come down to visit while school was still in session. And for the most part Choso answered.
"I just don't understand how the absences will be excused?"
"Gojo will take care of that, so there's no need to worry"
"yeah, but like.. won't they be missing out on some of their education?"
"it's just a week, plus they will probably have a trip right when they get back"
"I don't think I can disclose that information"
"and one of the little ones can talk but chooses not to?"
"he says things like 'salmon tuna' and 'mustard leaf'"
"i don't understand any of this"
"it's better if you just don't ask questions"
"are they like secret agents?"
"so they are your brothers' friends, not yours?"
"My brothers friends are my friends, plus their teacher will come with them"
"do you know this teacher?"
"he's a good friend of mine"
"This is really weird. How many of them are coming?"
"Just 4, they can't bring the panda"
"there's a guy named panda?"
"no, he's an actual panda"
"an actual panda? And the teacher guy had a son that's not really his son?"
"yeah Gojo kinda like adopted him after his real dad abandoned him. Then the dad tried to kill Gojo"
"yeah Gojos rich, like filthy rich."
"and he's just happy being a teacher?"
"yeah the dudes like super happy and energetic all the time"
"I'm gonna go to bed. This is exhausting"
The week flew by, and y/n was getting nervous about meeting Chosos brother. This was a big step in their relationship... well it wasn't even a relationship. The two shared several more kisses throughout the week.. again, nothing went past sloppy kisses and some heavy dry humping.
Friday came around and Choso didn't come home when he normally does. Y/n figured he was out drinking, or he had a gig she didn't know about. So, she chose to lounge around watching whatever movies she had on DVD.
Until she heard a knock at her door. Grinning, y/n stood up and softly padded her way to the camper door.
"it's about time you- CHOSO!!!" Y/n screamed seeing the fresh markings on Chosos perfectly smooth skin. "Oh my god oh my god" She immediately pulled him in her camper, not caring if the door was shut or not. The whole structure shaking and rocking from her frantically shoving the bulky man down on her bed.
Nothing but giggles came from Chosos lips as y/n inspected his face. Holding his cheeks in her hands, she turned his head from side to side, eyes scanning the tattoo.
"Do you like it? It's a little splotchy since it's got the wrap on it and all my plasma is leaking out of my body"
"Did the parts on your eyes hurt?" Y/n wanted to touch it, to trace the line across his nose and the ones falling down his cheeks that resembled tear marks.
"Yeah a little. But I'm a big boy"
"Jesus Christ you look so fucking hot"
That night ended in a pretty hot and heavy make out session.. just letting you guys know that now.
and choso may or may not have came in his pants from y/n grinding on him.
It was kind of cute. Seeing this big man all tatted up becoming a whimpering mess under y/ns touch. Him begging for more. The way he panted into y/ns open mouth. His little "please pl-please please" And the guttural moan that escaped his throat as he bit down on y/ns shoulder as he came.
"Hey Cho!" Y/n walked into Chosos home, now filled with his friends sprawled all out in the living room.
"Hey sweetheart, I'm glad you could make it" Choso sprung up from the couch, walking over to y/n and pressing a kiss to her cheek.
"Everyone this is y/n, y/n this is everyone" Choso turned around to see everyone with wide eyes, surprised that y/n actually showed up and to see that she allowed him to kiss her.
"Hi, nice to meet y'all" y/n waved with a pretty smile, goddamn that smile made every person in the room feel some sort of way.
Something about y/n was that she was the most confident person in the room, she radiates it. She knows she is that girl, the one that gets the guy, the one who could steal anyones man, the one who got asked to prom by many potential suitors, the one who was captain of the cheer team, the one who had it all.
"I'm Gojo!" The boy with a white hair blurted out unprompted.
"That was so cool of you" another one said holding a thumbs up to the guy. This one was lanky and had black hair that looked like he just ran his fingers through it in the morning and called it a day. Y/n could tell from the banter that he was Megumi, Gojos kinda son.
Y/n couldn't help but think they all had weird names.
"Come on sweets, I saved you a spot next to me" Choso held his hand out for y/n to take, walking her to the couch.
"Here put the lemonade down first" y/n held out the pitcher full of—"the best drink in the whole world"— as Choso would put it.
"Sure thing" He smiled taking the pitcher, pouring himself a glass in the process.
"You smell so pretty" one of the smaller ones said as y/n sat down on the couch. He has pink hair and y/n instantly recognized him as Yuji.
"Yuji, shut it" Choso snapped as he stepped back into the living room.
"Thank you cutie" y/n smiled down at the boy who sat on the floor with his back resting on the couch.
"You do" Choso whispered in y/ns ear as he sat down.
"It's the perfume you like" y/n smiled while crossing her legs. She smelt of marshmallows and warm white chocolate, so sweet, just how Choso likes it.
Everyone wanted to know more about y/n, where she came from, why she's friends with Choso, literally everything. She them how she grew up, information Choso already knew, how she used to get into fights all the time, how she has learned to make a living for her own.
"Did Choso pay you to come over?" The one called Gojo asked cocking his head to the side.
"What? No of course he didn't, Cho is a dear friend of mine" Choso silently thanked God for y/n not mentioning that he did have to beg her to come as well as the new things he had to buy for her.
"Are you his girlfriend?"
"No, Choso is just a friend, although he is such a flirt"
"Hey! You are the flirt not me" Choso defended himself.
"Yeah yeah Kamo, didn't you ask me to shower with you last night?" y/n smirked making everyone's eyes go to Choso.
"Hey! Is nothing sacred between us?"
"Choso you can't just ask hot girls to shower with you" Gojo said with a head shake.
"Gojo you can't just call hot girls hot!" Megumi added in along with a "tuna tuna" From the quiet one.
"Stop calling her hot!" Choso yelled with his hands in fists, glaring at all the friends with a look of warning. "And you might not be able to say shit, but you too Inumaki"
He didn't think this get together would be a bad idea at first, but now seeing as they were all basically star struck with y/n, he wished he could have just kept her his little secret. But now they know about her lemonade, and how amazing it tastes, now they won't be able to resist her.
"Real quick, Choso said it would be better if I didn't ask questions... but like, why are you wearing a blindfold, and why do you keep saying fish things?" Y/n had been dying to say something since she first laid eyes on the weird bunch. "oh and what about this panda guy? Choso said he's an actual panda? Like a stuffed animal or what?
"You didn't tell her?" Gojo laughed loudly, bellied over trying to catch his breath. Honestly no one else laughed, for some reason the eldest of the group found things funny when they shouldn't have been.
"Tell me what?" y/n looked over to Choso with puppy dog eyes.
"Don't look at me with those eyes baby. You know what they do to me" Choso said in a low voice.
"You really didn't tell her?" Yuji cut in.
"someone better tell me or im gonna kick someones ass"
"like you'd be able to fight us off" Megumi scoffs, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Okay Edward shut up" Yuji laughed (his girlfriend made him watch twilight a few days ago and has been waiting to bring it up nonchalantly) which earned a glare from Megumi, that had Yuji cowering.
"Oh I love twilight" y/n high fived Yuji "but really what hasn't Choso told me?"
"Other than that dude is like a master sorcerer, which is a life he's choosing to leave behind to become some sort of rocker guy, I'm sure he's told you everything"
Now it was y/ns turn to laugh.. alone. Because for whatever reason no one else found what Gojo just said funny. There was a long string of silence that followed. No one said anything, just staring at y/n and then back at Choso.
"oh shit you really didn't tell her"
"I've known her for like 4 months, how do I just bring up the fact that I'm not completely normal and have a super sick blood manipulation technique?!"
The conversation that followed took a few hours. Y/n had so many questions, so many fucking questions. By the end of it her head hurt and she felt sick. But at the same time, she understood a little bit why chosos was a little off from the start.
It was also super cool going outside and watching all the boys show off. Especially the little bunnies Megumi has shoved up his sleeves, like some sort of magician.
Choso walked y/n back to her camper once she said her goodbyes, stepping in for a minute while y/n got her pajamas ready.
"That was a lot" y/n let out a breath she hadn't realized she was holding in.
"you dont think of me any differently do you?" Choso frowned, expecting the worst.
"No you're still Choso" y/n shook her head with a smile, trying to reassure him. He let out a sigh of relief as he sat down on y/ns bed, rubbing his fingers against his temples.
"you okay?" y/n asked softly standing infront of him between his spread thighs.
"yeah just a little embarrassing, I guess. I dunno, I just thought I could keep that part of me a secret"
"Don't embarrassed" y/n whispered slowly making her way into Chosos lap, straddling him. Her shorts riding up even more, exposing more of her deliciously soft thighs, if that was even possible. "It's pretty cool"
"Sugar— what are you doing?" Choso craned his neck back to look at y/n, his hands gripping her hips, ignoring the last part of what she said, only because he wanted to forget that part of his life.
"Just sitting, you seem frustrated" y/n batted her eyelashes in the most innocent manner.
"I mean I guess, just wish I could have told you on my own terms and they all just wanted to talk to you and Gojo had no shame trying to flirt with you" Choso whispers as he looks over y/ns body, not being secretive at all with the way he stares at her chest and her thick thighs.
"So you were jealous?" y/n giggled wiggling her eyebrows at him in a teasing way.
"Maybe... just want you to myself" Choso whispered, making sure not to look y/n in the eye, quite literally looking at anything but her face.
"You can have me all to yourself" y/ns voice low and gentle taking her hand to cup the bottom of chosos chiseled jaw, raising his head to look in his pretty brown eyes.
"I can?" Choses voice hoarse with the anticipation of whatever was happening between them in this moment.
"All you had to do was ask, Cho"
"Can I take you on a date?" A burst of confidence surged through Chosos body, tightening his gripping y/ns hips, making sure her bum was grounded to his crotch.
"No"
Choso could hear his blood rushing to his ears, he could barely hear y/n turning into a giggling mess. That was until y/n pepper kisses all over his face and cheeks, avoiding the parts that have been freshly inked.
"You are the meanest person I've ever met" Choso broke the kiss, pushing y/n off his lap, tossing her on the bed, making her bounce on the mattress.
"It was just a joke Cho, of course we can go on a date"
"Well you just teased me and got me all going and then told me no to the date" Choso groaned throwing his whole body weight on top of y/n, nuzzling his face in y/ns neck.
"Don't be such a cry baby. I had to tease you just a little. So we going next weekend after your friends leave?
"Course baby"
The drive in was the best option for Choso, it's cheap and intimate. The two talked for most of the movie facing each other, with y/ns legs across the middle console and in Choso's lap. His warm hands rubbed her thighs, pushing his limit to see how far she would let him touch.
"Keep those grubby little paws to yourself, Kamo" y/n swatted at his ring clad fingers as they pushed a little under the hem of her shorts.
"Can't resist, your skin is so soft" Choso almost moaned, rubbing his thumbs into the fat of her upper thighs.
"You wanna touch something else?" Y/n raised her eyebrows at her best friend who looked stunned. It was her turn to now tease him.
Normally.. as showed before, they take turns teasing each other, pushing each other to their absolute limits.
Y/ns fingers danced on her collarbones, reaching for the straps of her tank top tugging them softly down her shoulders. The look on her face was so innocent, teasing Choso's dick driven emotions.
"Y-yeah yeah" he nearly drooled nodding his head rapidly.
"Maybe you can start with just a look, yeah?" Y/n nodded softly, encouraging him that a look was all he needed for right now.
"Sweetheart, anything you wanna give me I'll take with pleasure"
"Real quick, yeah baby?" The way this man was drooling over y/ns words, over her soft lotioned skin, he was putty in her hand.
Choso gulped as y/n pulled her top down a little, teasing him with her cleavage. Palms sweaty with excitement, his fingers digging into her thighs, waiting to see the most perfect set of tits he was ever going to see.
"You liked Pierced nipples Cho?" Y/n asked with the top of her shirt barely covering her nipples.
A verbal response from him wasn't needed, his head nodding with his heart shaped pupils was enough.
"I just got them done yesterday actually, on my lunch break, so they are still tender" y/n said in a low voice, almost like she was trying to hide how nervous she was.
What if he didn't like them?
It was like slow motion for Choso, taking in every inch of skin y/n showed him, her pretty nipples pierced with a silver bar, on the end were little hearts that just matched her personality so much. Her skin looked so soft from where Choso was sitting, wanting nothing more than to reach out and massage her breast in the most intimate way.
It was only a few moments of y/n exposing herself to him before she pulled her tank top back up.
"They- yeah- so pretty" Chosos face full of flush and almost embarrassment from how flustered he got. Sure the guy had seen many tits in his life, but none so perfect.
"You think?" Y/n smiled at his words.
"Yeah baby, so fuckin pretty" Choso had to adjust the way he was sitting to hide the evident hard on he was rocking.
"Now you have to show me yours" y/n smirked, nudging her foot against the zipper of his jeans.
"What?"
"I showed you mine, now you're gonna show me yours"
"My nipples?" Choso almost choked on his spit.
"No your cock Cho, I can feel it. Come on now"
Now Choso has the prettiest cock y/n has ever seen.
But we already knew that.
Thick and just the perfect size, it curved to the left just a little with a silver piercing at the tip. Choso fucking Kamo has a dick piercing. The tip of his angry head dribbling out precum just from y/n looking at it.
"You like it?" Choso dragged his thick fingers along the vein on the underside with a cocky grin.
"I do, he's so pretty. God I want my mouth on it" she was actually drooling! A pool of saliva in y/ns mouth took over, as if her body knew she needed it to suck him off.
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." y/n nodded her head, trying to move in a better position to wrap her lips around him.
"I want that so bad.. but I think we shouldn't just yet"
Choso cock blocked himself. Not wanting to ruin what they had, he stopped them from doing anything else that night. Sure y/n was a little disappointed, but she understood why he did it.
But damn that night was filled with moans and sticky fingers from both of them. Just it was done separately, in their own rooms.. all alone. Both of them moaning out each other's names into the empty air, wishing they were with each other.
They felt like teenagers for the next following weeks. Late night runs to the liquor store and gas stations, kissing at stop light, and sharing cigarettes. Sharing secrets and past memories with one another, sharing very intimate details of their lives. The beginning of a blossoming relationship.
"You're so fucking perfect" Choso told her after almost every kiss they shared.
And she felt like it too with Choso constantly telling her and praising her every move.
The first time they had sex was so special, it was slow and passionate. Choso still whispering into y/ns ear- "you are fucking perfect baby"
the very next time they had sex was a little different... okay very different. sweet and soft choso was long gone the second y/n asked him to choke her.
"ha-harder" y/n barely got out. there was something so pretty about the way her face got all purple and the way her eyes rolled into the back of her head, how could he say no? Especially with the way she was so pliant when she was knocked out for a few seconds every time.
"Such a fucking good little slut" Choso growled removing both his hands from around y/ns neck.
Sex literally every single day (sometimes multiple times)
Chosos band was finally getting somewhere!
Y/n went to every single one of his shows and watch ow the crowd grew and grew every single time. Everything was finally falling into place for these two young adults.
It wasn't until July the following year that Chosos band got picked up by a record label.
The next year they went on tour, and everyone knew Choso Kamos name.
July of 2025 Choso proposed to y/n.
The next year they became Mr. and Mrs. Kamo on July 15th.
And on July 28th, 2027, y/n gave birth to two healthy baby girls.
July had always been the best moth out of the year, y/n already knew this, and now Choso understood y/ns love for July.
I think I'm bad at ending stories. sorry.
Pls tell me if this was good?
Thank you for reading!!!
