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After Dark

fem reader x goth boyfriend choso, semi-public soft passionate sex, oral (f receiving), slight body worship, mentions of religion but nothing serious :) , mischief, mentions of marriage, choso loves you very much <3

goth boyfriend choso picks you up late at night to sneak around the big abandoned church he found in the older part of town. it’s huge, and old, and beautiful; with tall spires and long, stringing vines weaving across the surface of dark brick and stained glass. the door’s locked, of course, but luckily choso’s good with his hands, and pulls a small silver tool from his pocket, picking the lock. holds the heavy, creaky door open with his lazy little grin, “after you,”

the two of you walk giggling through the hallways, thankful for the full moons light shining a path through the many window panes, amazed by how massive the building is. you couldn’t believe something so big and so beautiful could just sit here, unused for so many years-you almost felt bad for it. choso sneaks up behind you, making you jump when he kisses your cheek, and takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. “c’mon, i think the main room is this way.”

he leads you down the corridor and opens the door. you both stop dead in your tracks, gasping in awe. this room had to be the biggest of them all, with so many differently colored windows the room practically glowed in the moonlight- soft reds and blues glimmering across the carpet. behind the podium there looked to be rising stairs for where a choir must once have been, and next to those, an honest to god pipe organ. the gold tubes seemed miles long, cold to the touch. the piano-like keys were dusty and weathered, stained from decades of neglect.

“do you think it still works?” choso asks, grinning slyly, “i wanna play you a song. i bet the acoustics in here are great.”

you blush, your heart swelling from his sweet sentiment, but also pounding with nerves. that thing was huge, it had to be loud. there’s no way someone wouldn’t hear him playing, the two of you would get caught for sure. but the way his fingers slid across the keys, wiping a line in the dust, and the way his eyes gleamed when he looked at you smiling,, you couldn’t say no. hearing his song would be worth the trespassing ticket.

“let’s see, try it out.” you say. choso grins again, leading you by the waist to sit beside him on the stool and readies his hands. he pressed down on the keys…and no sound comes out.

“awww,” you pout, kinda disappointed now that it didn’t work. choso laughed shyly, “well, what can we expect, haha… but you know,” he says, voice lowering to a whisper as he looks around, catching your eye with a suspicious smirk. “there are other ways we can make some noise.” he leaned in to kiss you, pressing his smile into yours. “y’know , to check the acoustics.”

having sex in a church was always a mark on choso’s taboo to-do list, but right here, in this forgotten moon-lit room with you, he thinks this is so much more than just some mischievous task. he’d swiveled you around on the pianist’s bench, kneeling before you like so many other had kneeled in this space, and the way the moonlight illuminates you above him, choso thinks you do kinda look like a goddess. he kisses your knee, looking up at you with so much love, saying “you’re so beautiful, you know that?” before he spreads your legs and eats you out like a prayer.

choso takes his time, savoring the surreal moment he was in, running his tongue against you as his hands slid up your legs. your moans filled the room gorgeously, echoing all around him like he was in heaven.

he was right, the acoustics were great in here.

his cock twitches in the tight restriction of his pants when your fingers find his hair, gently tugging and causing him to dreamily sigh warm breath onto your clit. you tug again, and he moans, sending vibrations throughout your body and melting under your touch. choso moves to lift your legs over his shoulders, his hands sliding up your back to support you as he leans you backwards a bit, allowing his tongue to find all your favorite spots and lick with broader strokes. he eats you through your orgasm, your echoing sounds of pleasure music to his ears. coming down from your high, you lightly pull him away, a string of saliva connecting his mouth with your core, and you smile, leaning down to kiss him and sighing when you taste yourself on his tongue. “wanna feel you.” you mumble into his mouth. his thumb caresses your cheek, “alright, angel”

you both agree on the velvety choir stairs, it’s only right after all, with all the pretty noises the two of you were making. choso leans back with you in his lap, one hand rolling your hips into his, the other on your jaw, cradling you close in a passionate, searing kiss. your tongue slides around his mouth as his cock slides around your insides, filling you and stretching you out so good you could swear he could make you see god. choso fucks you slow and deep, rhythmically pulsing in and out of you at a steady, electrifying pace.

his hands wander across your body, touching you here, and there, and here. across your back, around your hips, in your hair-he couldn’t get enough of you. he kisses the corner of your mouth, down your cheek, your jawline, settling on your neck. presses open mouthed kisses, and gently sucks little love marks there, pulling off with a wet pop to look up at your blissful expression.

“c’mon baby, sing for me,” choso coos, “you sound so pretty in here,-hah-, don’t hold back. i wanna hear you.”

both of your moans ring through the air, the sounds of kisses and sex echoing around you- and it doesn’t even sound lewd, even though it should.

it sounds loving.

choso’s breath hitches, a broken whimper breaking in his throat when you tug at his hair again. you gasp when he brings big thick fingers to circle your clit, you cry when he angles his cock to drum that gooey sweet spot inside you. he groans as your pussy flutters and clenches around his length. foreheads pressed together, eyebrows knit, tears welling in your eyes, chanting each others name, praises, and ‘ i love you’s like a prayer, falling apart in each other’s arms, panting and kissing desperately.

you take your time catching your breath, finding his bottom lip and bringing it lightly between your teeth. he holds you in his lap, hands gently rubbing soothing circles on your back as he softens inside you. you both break your kiss, leaning back to smile at each other.

he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, softly chuckling with a goofy little grin, “sex that good could make me a religious man.”

you laugh, shaking your head, “shut up,” you smile, and he takes your hand, steadying you as you lift yourself off of him. “ready to go?” he asks, and you nod.

on your way out, hand in hand, you spot a small patch of green through a window. you turn to choso, “one more stop?” and he smiles sweetly down at you, “anything you want.”

the two of you step out of another doorway, and into what must have once been a neatly kept courtyard. but now, after years of missed trims, it looked ethereal. all the plants and trees you saw outside of the church seemed dead, but here, there was so much life. lush purple wisteria crawled up the walls and hung overhead across the balconies, the grass was so green, and flowers of all sorts grew across the yard- snapdragons, and lilies, and even bleeding hearts. the moon floated perfectly in the center of the pond, and though you couldn’t see them, the sound of frogs and nightingale’s sang through the air.

“wow!” you gasp, excitedly looking around, “it’s beautiful!”

choso looks at you, in your energetic little glee, and smiles, feeling his heart swell in his chest. “yeah, it is.”

you take him by the sleeve, walking across the circle stone path, before pointing up, “look!! you can see the stars from here!” choso lifts his head and his eyes widen. there were so many more stars visible here than back in the light pollution of town. the two of you stood there, staring for a bit before he turned to you, thumb stroking yours in his hand.

“what if we got married here? people get married in churches all the time..what if we did it here when we’re ready?”

you turned your head from the sky to look at him, mouth agape, nearly stunned by his words. but when you looked at him, his eyes were softer than you’d ever seen. frames of your life together flashed before your eyes, and you thought of how happy you were with him, how loved you felt.

you smiled, sure of your emotions and feeling yourself begin to tear up,

“yeah, let’s do it here.”

Goth!Choso x black!Reader

Goth!Choso who loves the fact that you two are polar opposites. From your clothes to your attitudes

His wardrobe consists of black and dark purple pieces. Meanwhile, you looked as if you came straight out of a Bratz movie. Obviously the classical black and pink troupe. But he loved that about the both of you. He was a gigantic ball of all black and you were like a walking sunshine with rainbows.

Goth!Choso who loves when his girlfriend gets all dressed up. The way that all shades of pinks looks on your melanated skin along with your jewelry, will never fail to make heart flutter along with the butterflies in his stomach.

Goth!Choso who normally never talks and looks like he hates the world and every single person; changes dramatically when he is with you. He will be smiling like an utter buffoon. 

Goth!Choso who believes that you are the definition of the term “pretty in pink”. He truly believes that you can wear anything and manage to look absolutely stunning. You could wear a grandma dress and still manage to make him fall in love with you more.

Goth!Choso who asks you to dress like him for a day. He just wants you to match with him just this once. But when you do, he is in awe. You look so good in a mall goth style that he starts buying you clothes or even little accessories that was alternative.

Goth!Choso who dresses you up in clothes that both of you would love. It could be black and red or pink and white. Whatever it is, he knows that you can pull it off with no problem