When it came to your relationship, Choso knew just how to take care of you. He practically worshiped the ground you walked on, it was sacred to him. He spoiled you rotten, whatever you wanted, it was yours. All you had to do was flash him a little pout and bat your eyes and he’d be on his knees. But that didn’t mean he was a pushover. He didn’t mind treating his precious lover like the royalty you ought to be, but he expected three things from you. Obedience, respect, and loyalty. Give him what he wanted..and he’d give you the world.

He wanted to treat you to a day of pampering, so the two of you were out shopping. You had been in such a foul mood recently..he didn’t know why, but he figured a little spoiling would put a smile back on your face. Yet the entire trip your mood never lifted. You’d barely respond to his compliments and praises, refused to hold his hand..he had enough when you had the audacity to huff at him in annoyance. You never acted this way with him..and he’d be damned if you’d start now.

“..Enough of this.”

He grabbed your arm and pulled you into the nearest bathroom, one usually meant for families. His eyebrow twitched in irritation as you caught attitude with him. Without a word, he shoved you up against the wall, pressing hot kisses against your neck as he hooked one of your legs around his waist to press his hips into yours.

“Shut your mouth. You’ve been acting like a little brat for days now..I’ve had enough of it.”

Before you can protest, he’s turned you around and shoved your face against the cool wall, feeling up your body as he leaves dark love marks on your skin. You could hear the jingle of his belt buckle coming loose as he forced your legs apart with his foot. His grip on you was strong as you squirmed.

“This is what you wanted, isn’t it baby..? Don’t run from it, hold still..let me take care of that bad mood of yours..”