You and Choso don’t know how to stay as exes. It’s off and on with you two, toxic and at times it works out. It was late at night and you were up in your living room watching TV until your front door knocked. You reluctantly got up from the couch and opened the door slightly ajar to peek through the crack to see who it was. You immediately backed away from the now wide open door with Choso’s hand barging through it.

He looked down at you with an unreadable expression and simply spoke up in a calm but intimidating voice.

“It’s late, i’m staying here.”

He didn’t ask, he said it. You were about to speak up before he tossed you over his shoulder and closed the door and set you down on the kitchen table, his torso between your spread legs and his hands on each side of your hips. His face was fairly close to yours as your heart started racing and your face hinted a red hue on your cheeks.

You spoke up, “Why are you in here?” you huffed out.

“Can’t I stay here?”

He pulled you closer, feeling his body heat right on you as he got closer. His face hovered over your neck, you can feel his arousal pressing against you.