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gojonanami · 4 months

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❝ 𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐄𝐌𝐎 𝐁𝐎𝐘! ❞

❝ COME ON, FUCK ME, EMO BOY!! ❞

✧ pairing: emo boy! choso kamo x f!reader ✧ summary: saw this boy at the mall last week. got the kind of look to make me freak. wanna fuck in the back of the hot topic? ✧ warnings: 18+, nsfw, so much smut, emo boy! choso, sex toys (vibrators, clit sucker), multiple orgasms, semi-exhibitionism, public sex (sex in the back of hot topic, sex in a changing room), fingering (f! receiving), oral (f! + m! receiving), big dick choso (but honey, that dick was 11 inches), also mahito + yuji make appearances, art by @/SS_utr3n. ✧ wc: 5.3K

It had been a while since you had stepped into a Hot Topic (a while meaning three days or three years, take your pick). But this had been the third time this week you had been to this specific Hot Topic, and now you were sure the manager of the place had your badly taken picture and description scrawled in some notebook as a potential shoplifter.

But it wasn’t the merchandise you were looking to pick up.

It was him.

You saw him when you were browsing the clearance rack, knelt down, evaluating whether you needed another blind box item that will inevitably not contain the character you were looking for (but on the plus side, it was on sale?), when you heard a deep voice speak.

“Excuse me,” you glance up as you spot him — and you swear your breath gets stuck somewhere between your windpipe and your lungs, because you don’t breathe while this man kneels down next to you to place more items on clearance. Spiky black locks tied up messily on either side, fringe bangs falling in front of his face as he bent down, a tattoo across the bridge of his nose and was that — dark purple eyeshadow around his eyes — and his eyes — god, his eyes were gorgeous, a deep dark brown — and you swore, was that a hint of purple in his irises?

He was everything that your teen self had wanted — the same guys whose profiles you had looked at growing up and thought were so hot. You caught a glance at the My Chemical Romance t-shirt as he stood, in black jeans, as he catches you staring, “Can I help you find something?” His tone was casual, but he was curious — probably curious why you were staring at him with wide-eyed saucers.

“No, no, sorry, I—” no, don’t tell the hot Hot topic worker that he is hot — first of all its confusing, second of all— “I just wanted to say, I like your t-shirt,”

Fuck. out of all the things to say — I like your style, I like your fit, I like your hair — you had to pick the most generic ass comment.

He only nods, but you catch the barest upward twitch of the corner of his lip, “thanks,”

And that’s all it took — you now needed to see him smile.

Over the next few days innocently shopping at Hot Topic, you find out his name is Choso from one of the other workers, Mahito, calling his name. His hair is usually in those buns, but one of the days his hair was down, and you heard him complain that his hair ties had snapped.

And his hair looked so good down, his long inky locks fell past his shoulders, but this was your chance to talk to him — “i have some extra hair ties, if you want them,” you offer him a few hair ties, “I overheard you talking with the other worker, I hope you don’t mind,”

And he shakes his head, his lips quirked in that almost smile that makes your heart squeeze.

Fuck.

“Not at all, thank you,’ and his fingers brush yours as he takes the hair ties, and you turn to leave, but his voice stops you, “what was your name? I didn’t catch it last time,”

You tell him, smiling, “Your name is Choso, right? I saw it on your nametag,” and he’s biting his lip, tilting his head in question, as you flush, cheeks burning, “I’ve noticed you a couple times when I’ve come in— not in a weird way, I just—”

“I’ve noticed you too,” and finally he’s smiling — and you know he’s got you, you know you’re fucked.

And you do get fucked — in the back of Hot Topic during his break.

It had been a few weeks of you two talking and flirting, until finally, during his break he’s got you snuck into the back to show you the merchandise they haven’t put out yet. And you scoff when you come across a bullet vibrator, “you guys sell these?”

He shrugs, “They started to in the last few years, not a lot. They don’t want the parents to become too outraged, but just enough,” And you snort, turning the bullet over in your fingers curiously, “have you never used one before?”

And your cheeks burn, as you bite your lip, “No I never have,” and the next question stumbles out as a joke, “why? Wanna help me learn?” And you want to bite your tongue, but you’re too busy with the foot in your mouth to do so, and before you can apologize he speaks.

“I would,”

And your eyes snap to his, and you realize how close he’s standing, his eyes not filled with humor but something else — lust? — and his lips curled in a small smile.

Fuck.

“You’re gonna have to be a little quieter, love,” he’s murmuring in your ear, pressing kisses to your neck, as you’re pressed between his firm chest and the metal storage rack, fingers laced as you held on, the vibration between your thighs the only thing ringing in your ears.

But how can you be quiet?

The bullet vibrator is pressed right against your clit, and his thick fingers are parting your folds, so close to sinking into you, his deep voice whispering in your ear, hot breath against your neck.

And the coil in your stomach is only growing tighter and tighter, and your squeals only grow more and more insistent. His fingers sunk into your mouth, “suck,” he ordered, and your cunt twitches at the demand, as you do, sucking and licking messily on his fingers, “good girl,”

And he clicks the button of the vibrator again, increasing the vibration, making your eyes widen, a gasp around his fingers, “so responsive,” he groans, as your legs grow weak, and he’s stepping forward to steady you, but it also settles his dick between your ass.

He’s huge.

The bulge presses into you, drawing a hiss from his lips as you lean back against it, “Trying to tease me, sweetheart?” And he’s pulling his fingers from his mouth, a string of spit connecting from his fingers to your lips, “don’t forget who’s teaching you,” and he sinks his spit soaked fingers into your needy cunt, making your back arch into his body, “so tight, despite the vibrator,” he hums.

“Choso, please—” and he starts to fuck his fingers in and out, the squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears mixing with the buzz of the vibrator — you’re already so close, “I'm—”

“Cum for me,” he’s grunting, as his fingers reach even deeper inside you, dragging against your walls as he curls them, finding that one spot that has you seeing stars. And your moan as you cum is stifled against your own palm, as he only maxes out the vibration and fucks you through your orgasm, “one more for me, pretty, you can do it,”

“No, no, Choso, please too much, can’t—” and he only presses sweet kisses to your neck, and how are you already close — you just had orgasmed, but the coil in your stomach is growing tighter by the second, and you’re nearly crying when you cum again, your slick dripping down his fingers and the vibrator as he eases it from you, and then splatters onto the dirty tile floor of the backroom of Hot Topic.

“Good girl,” he murmurs as he’s tilting your head back and around for a kiss. And you catch a glimpse of the glint of your release on his black painted nails as he presses the pads into your mouth, your tongue swirling around his digits and sucking them clean, “that’s it, clean up your mess f’me,” and his other hand is wiping the tears from your eyes, “so pretty when you cry — can’t wait to make you do it again.”

Your cunt twitches at the thought, your cum still dripping down your thighs, “Again?” and he’s pressing another sinful kiss to your lips, “You didn’t think this would be our only lesson, did you?”

And it wasn’t — the next lesson was spent in the fitting rooms, during a particular dead early afternoon in the store — and he had you spread on the fitting room bench, your black jeans pulled down to your ankles, as his head found its way between your thighs. You could barely hold back your whimpers as he pressed all too hot kisses to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, burning already with his warm breath. It was too much.

He was too much.

“How’s that feel?” dark eyes flicking up to meet yours, half lidded with lust, as he watches your panting face, your head against the wall of the fitting room, “use your words, love,”

“Too good, Cho-so,” the last syllable of his names escapes your lips in a gasp, as your cunt twitches as his lithe fingers tease you through the soaked material of your panties, “please, please, need you,”

“What do you need?” and his fingers pull away, as his lips press a kiss to your puffy clit, pulling a whine from you, “what do you want me to do?”

“Please, just—” and he’s tugging your panties aside, cool air rushing over your all too hot pussy, “please just touch me — with your fingers or mouth—”

And his tongue drags over your messy cunt, and god, it feels too good — but a twinge makes you pause, and when you feel it draw a circle around your clit, you realize what it is — he has a tongue piercing. Your fingers thread their way in his black locks, resisting the urge to grab at his hair buns.

He grunts, vibrations against your wet cunt, as you pull him impossibly closer to where you needed him most, his nose bumping against your clit, “you smell so good — how’s that possible?” and your eyes squeeze shut as his hands press your thighs further apart.

That’s when you both hear the click of the entrance, and the door swinging shut — shit, the door — he forgot to lock it. Forgot when you had pulled him into a kiss right when he was ready to take a lunch break, all other thoughts had flown out of his brain once he let those doors swing shut and your lips had met his — well, left his brain and flooded southward. He also didn’t think a customer would be persistent enough to try the door and wander in when the doors were shut and the closed sign was hung up.

“Choso, should we—” and the footsteps draw closer — and fuck — did you get wetter? And tighter — his moan is muffled against your walls, “Choso, stop, we—”

“You don’t mean that,” he whispers, dark, half lidded eyes look up at you, your essence and his spit soaking his lips and dripping down his chin. And the footsteps are receding, the sounds of the shuffling and clinking of clothes hangers on racks in the distance, but all you can hear are the sounds of the wet, needy squelch of your cunt, “you aren’t being honest — but you are down here,” and his lips find your clit, sucking lightly, making your head jerk back, “want them to know how good I make you feel,” his lips leave your clit with a small pop, before murmuring against the soft skin of your thigh, “be quiet for me, baby,” and his tongue slips back into your cunt.

He’s nearly slurping your juices up, his tongue tasting every inch of you, deliciously dragging against your twitching walls with his piercing, as your toes curl and your mouth parts in a muffled moan, one hand clamped over your mouth, and the other digging into his scalp. How could the person not hear you? How couldn’t they hear the wet squelch of your cunt as Choso fucked it with his tongue? How couldn’t they hear your badly swallowed moans and the sounds of your heart pounding out of your chest — and if they did, they certainly didn’t care enough to stop browsing through the fucking store.

And you’re close, so fucking close, and you don’t hear the footsteps drawing close to the fitting rooms because your ears only can hear the wet suck of his mouth against your clit or the press of his tongue in and out of your folds, your thighs twitching under his grasp, fingers pressed into your flesh, “Choso, I’m so—”

“Cum f’me, need to feel you cum around my tongue,” he sucks on your clit hard, teeth grazing the sensitive spot, and you cum, hard, your hand forsaking your lips to find purchase on his head, squirting all over his face as you did, soaking him along with the bench of the fitting room. And you can’t help the whimpers and moans that left your lips, as he lapped up your release without a care.

And you slump against the wall of the fitting room, body still buzzing from your orgasm, as he finally pulls his tongue out, glancing up at you. Your chest heaves as you watch him lick your cum from his lips and chin, before wiping the rest away, and your eyes drift downward to the erection he was palming. And your fingers unconsciously reach for it, when your hear a door slam shut making your both jump.

You cover your mouth — the customer, and Choso’s eyes meets yours, as the two of you break out in a laugh, “Fucking lock the door next time,” you sigh, covering your burning face with your hands, as Choso chuckles, lips curled in a smile.

“So there’s going to be a next time?” he tilts his head, and you flush.

How could he go from eating you out like a desperate man without water to this innocent puppy? “Not if you don’t lock the door,”

“It’s their fault for coming in when the doors were closed and there was a sign that said closed in big letters on the door,” and you shake your head, as he draws closer, “now, I have twenty minutes of lunch left — so where were we?”

And you push him towards the changing room door, “Go lock the door first,” and he relents, chuckling.

“Just for that, I’m going to look for the clit sucker I couldn’t find before.”

~~~~

The two of you had fallen into a pattern.

And you had become a regular at Hot Topic. You hung around him as he stocked the shelves, did inventory, price re-labeling, and even as he spoke to customers. You watched other customers speak to Choso, even flirt with him, but he never cracked a smile. Two girls were very persistent, but they deflated as he walked away after answering their questions, brushing past you, his hand brushing against your ass discreetly. Heat rushes to your cheeks, your head snapping to him as his lips curl when your eyes catch his gaze. But even so…

You still were just as clueless of where you stood with him as you were when this started.

“You two have been pretty hot and heavy lately, huh?” you nearly jump out of your skin, as Mahito smiles knowingly at you, leaning against the counter with a shiteating grin.

“What are you—”

“Please, like we don’t know what goes on in the back during breaks?” he raises an eyebrow, as you bite your lip, “plus, never have I seen that gloomy guy smile, much less as much he does with you,”

“Really?” your eyes find him again, as he crouches and lines up blind boxes on one of the shelves — but you can’t help the nagging question circling in the back of your mind — why hasn’t he asked you out yet? The two of you have hooked up, in and out of the store, but he still hadn’t asked you on a date. Even in the last few weeks, the two of you hadn’t even spent any real time together, except for your visits to the store -- he hasn't even taken you into the back. For all you know, you’re one of many people he’s bedding. Even if he doesn’t seem the type.

“What? Trouble in paradise?” Mahito pulls you from your thoughts, head tilted and all too eager, “what’s wrong?”

“No, it’s—“ he cuts you off with a look, and you relent with a slight pout, “he just hasn’t asked me out yet, I’m just wondering what he’s thinking—“

“Well, I definitely don’t think he’s seeing anyone else,” he hums, “but he does tend to go straight home a lot when you’re not around. Maybe something is going on at home?” And then he’s pushing you towards him, “no time like the present to find out,”

“Mahito—“

“Choso! How about you and your favorite regular go for a quick walk and get us some drinks from the food court?” He grins, offering some money, “be a doll, won’t you?”

Choso sighs, “Fine,” and he brushes past you, taking the cash, before glancing back at you, “you coming?”

You glance between the two of them, before following him out of the store. You both walk in relative silence, slipping past customers, as you reach the food court. Choso orders, paying with the cash Mahito gave, as he passes you one of the drinks, “Choso, can I ask you something?”

His eyes slide to you, “Of course,” and god, his eyes stop your thoughts in their tracks — he’s so unfairly gorgeous, funny, sweet — you didn’t want to screw this up. You open your mouth to speak when you hear a voice.

“Big bro, that you?” A rush of pink hair and energy is wrapped around Choso all of a sudden, “I didn’t think you got off until later,” it’s a teen boy, maybe fifteen or sixteen, his arm wrapped around Choso, and a varsity jacket on — this was Choso’s brother?

Choso cracked his rare smile, “I don’t get off until later, Yuji, but I came to grab a drink for Mahito,” and Yuji’s gaze slides to you.

“Oh, I’m sorry I didn’t see you there,” he smiles a thousand watt smile, “I’m Yuji Itadori, Choso’s brother,” and he’s glancing between you and his brother, before his mouth falls into an ‘o,’ “are you his girlfriend?”

“Yuji—“ Choso starts, a hint of a blush across his cheeks, as you stifle a laugh, “I thought you said you were going to study at home with Fushiguro.”

“I wanted to see you when your shift got off — I thought we could have dinner together,” Yuji pouts, and Choso cracks in an instant, his lips curling.

This boy had his brother wrapped around his finger.

“Ok, but don’t goof off. Make sure to study,” and Yuji nods.

“Nice to meet you,” and he leans in to whisper, “treat my brother good, ok?” And you flush, before nodding, as Choso raises an eyebrow, out of earshot.

“I will,”

“Cho, tell Mahito to fuck off for me,” and he’s off again, gone as fast as he came.

“Sorry about that,” Choso sighs, still a smile on his lips as he watches his brother in the distance, claiming one of the food court tables for himself and his friend, as he sits down next to a black haired boy, assumedly Fushiguro, “didn’t know Yuji would be here,”

“I didn’t know you had a brother,” and he bites his lip.

“It’s relatively new — we’re half brothers, but he just came back into my life. He doesn’t really have any other biological family. His grandfather just passed, and he’s staying with a teacher whose decided to foster him,” the two of you begin to walk back to the store, his gaze fixed downwards at the tacky mall carpeting, “he’s been staying with me for the last few weeks, while his foster father went on a vacation to Malaysia,”

And now the pieces were clicking into place, “And that’s why you’ve been going home a lot lately,” and his dark eyes find yours with a tilt of his head, “I mean, you just haven’t had a lot of time lately,” you can’t meet his gaze, “it must be a lot to have a teenager staying with you.”

“Yeah, he eats everything in the house, and he’s staying in my living room, which leaves little in the way of privacy,” and you can still feel the prickle of his gaze on you, “but I could use a break,” and you finally look and see a soft expression on his face, the same insecurity you had reflected in his gaze.

No time like the present, right?

“Well, should we maybe go on a date?” and his cheeks flush a pretty red, all the way to the tips of his ears, “we’ve done plenty of other things that a couple would do, like—”

And he’s shaking his head, “I know, I know!” he’s the one who can’t meet your eyes now, chewing his lip, “I’d like that — I get off my shift tonight at eight, I told Yuji we’d hang out, but I’m sure he wouldn’t mind postponing—”

“We can always do it tomorrow, I don’t want to keep you from your brother,” and his lips curl into a smile, “he’s a good kid,”

“He is,” and his fingers find yours again, “I can tell Mahito that I’ll lock up tonight, and maybe after I do, we could—”

“Have another lesson?”

And eight o’clock rolls around far too slow, but Choso definitely isn’t moving slow when it’s only the two of you.

He’s pulling you into the back again, the door swinging shut behind the two of you, his fingers tight around your wrists as he’s pulling you into a bruising kiss, forcing your lips to part with a gasp, his tongue flicking against yours. The smooth surface of his piercing grazes against your tongue.

And his fingers find the back of your neck, deepening the kiss impossibly, as his other hand slips down the curves of your body, pulling you against him, his clothed cock brushing against your aching cunt.

Fuck. You had almost forgotten how big he was.

And when you hear the zipper of his black jeans, you nearly melt against him, “Choso, please—”

“I have to get you ready first, love,” his fingers find their way to the front of your jeans and undo the button, tugging the fabric down to your ankles. Cool air raises goosebumps across your skin, the pads of his fingers press against the wet patch of your panties, and he’s groaning, “but maybe I don’t,”

“Fuck, so wet for me, aren’t you?” he murmurs, as he’s walking you backwards, into one of the racks, his fingers press into the soft flesh of your thighs. And two fingers hook around the waistband of your underwear, joining your jeans, pooling around your ankles, “nearly ready now, but I still have to loosen you up,” his fingers tease your outer lips, dripping with your release.

One of his finger’s slips in with practiced ease, making your hips jolt against his hand, your fingers curling around the metal bars of the rack in front of you. His finger was so much thicker and longer than yours, his digit toyed with your walls, teasing and stretching until he drew a soft groan from your lips. He was the only one who could make you this desperate, his lips pressed against your neck, the heat from his body has your mind reeling with pleasure.

“Mmm, Choso, more—" and he’s adding another finger inside your still all too tight entrance, making you whimper, as the intrusion is all too much after a few weeks of not having him inside you.

“So greedy,” he murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt ringing in your ears, “you’re practically sucking me in, but it’s still not enough for you, is it?” his tongue drags against the outer shell of your ear, his piercing against your skin, before his mouth envelops your earlobe and sucks.

His fingers are fucking you open, your eyes screwed shut as the tips brush against that spot, heat flooding your body. And you don’t hear the shuffling of his other hand through a box, until you hear the sound of sucking, “Choso—“ and he’s pressing the sucker against your clit, your mouth falling open as pleasure rips up your spine, the sucking sensation with the lewd noises of your pussy being finger fucked is too much.

You cum all over his hand, your hand clamping over your mouth so no one hears your moans — and your legs quake as you come down from your high, as he eases his fingers from you, “so pretty,” he murmurs, and you can feel his dark, lidded eyes on your drenched cunt, watching your sticky release cling to his fingers, purple painted nails glinting in the low light.

And he’s leaning forward, kissing down your back, as he turns you around gently, so your back is pressed against the rack. You kick off your underwear and pants. You’re still panting, chest rising and falling as his fingers press to your chin, lifting it so you meet his gaze, as he sucks his fingers clean of your cum. Heat pools again, as his fingers undo the leather belt and he’s tugging his jeans and black boxers down to his knees, his erection springs out, slapping against his stomach.

Your mouth runs dry.

Fuck, he’s even bigger than you thought.

Ten inches? No, maybe eleven. How was that even possible? That shit would break you — but fuck — your cunt twitches — you kind of want it to break you.

“Like what you see, Princess?” you lick your lips in response, and in a trance, your fingers are reaching for him, curling around the base before you slowly start to pump him. You’re rewarded with a moan, a noise that goes straight to your cunt, as your fingers move faster, trying to find the right rhythm. Pre-cum leaks from the top, as you tease his tip, before stroking back up the length of it.

And he’s a beautiful mess, his pale features flushed a gorgeous red, as he presses his hand against his mouth so his moans wouldn’t resonate. And his pre-cum drips all over your fingers, slipping down your wrist even, as you lean forward to lick it off your own skin, while you meet his gaze.

His head lolls back, eyes screwed shut now, and your fingers drift to his sack, stroking and teasing while your lips find the tip, sucking lightly before your tongue drags over the length of his cock. And god, he’s going to blow his load now, if you keep doing that, from the way his hips rock against your touch.

His fingers weave into your hair, nails digging into your scalp, “Baby, ngh, it’s too good—fuck—” he’s so close, twitching in your mouth as you suck him from tip to base, tracing his slit with the tip of your tongue, “shit, I can’t—” and you suck hard on his cock, massaging his balls, and he’s gone — he’s pumping his cock into your mouth as his cum spurts down your throat, as you swallow it all too greedily. You pull away with a pop, a string of cum and saliva connecting you to his dick still, before you wipe it away.

He’s leaning against the rack, chest heaving as he watches you with lust blown out eyes, sweat sheen on his face, “Haa, baby, s’good f’me,” and somehow he’s still hard, as you rise to your feet, thighs pressed together, your eyes fixed on his cock, “you don’t have to—”

And he’s still so sweet — his eyebrows knit together as he’s examining you with concern, but you’re only shaking your head, as you press a sweet kiss to his lips, “I need you, Choso, please,” and he’s nodding, lips meeting yours in a heady kiss that steals your breath, and he’s made you brace yourself against the rack, fingers curled around the cool metal.

Your folds are exposed to him, slick and dripping, even wetter than before, “You liked sucking me off that much, love?” he murmurs, kissing your neck, before he’s dragging the tip of his cock against your needy cunt, “I’ll go slow,” he assures you, as you nod.

He’s sinking into you inch by inch — and not even halfway, you already feel like you’re ready to burst, “So big, Choso, I—” and he’s murmuring quiet reassurances, as he’s parting your folds, the pain drawing a gasp from your lips, as he finally bottoms out.

“S’good, baby, so tight,” he’s moaning, You’re taking deep breaths, pain ebbing with each second that passes. Choso pressing sweet kisses to your neck, his hands slipping under your shirt to tease your perked nipples, mixing pain with pleasure. Tears burn at your tear ducts, as you breathe shaky breaths, and finally pain ebbs away, and pleasure grows in its place.

“S’full, so big,” you pant, growing more needy by the second, he’s reaching places you’d only dreamt of — his leaking tip kissing your cervix, “move, p-please—ah!”

And he does as you say, pulling ever so slowly out before pushing back in, grunting as he does as your tight cunt adjusts to his size and length — bullying your insides in a way no toy could ever compare to. You swear you can feel every inch, every curve, every vein as he rocks into you.

“So pretty f’me,” he’s moaning, stifled by his bitten lip, as your walls only seem to pull him back deeper each time he pulls out, “so perfect, take me so well,” he’s murmuring, as he teases your tits between his thumb and forefinger, “pretty cunt made just for me, isn’t that right, Princess?”

“Yes, yes, Choso,” and his pace only grows faster, just as his groans grow louder.

“No one else can fuck you like this, make you feel this good, can’t wait to feel you cummin’ around me,” he’s panting, his fingers tweaking your nipples, squeezing, as he fucks you deeper and deeper, his tip hitting your cervix deliciously again and again, “feels s’good, so wet and warm for me—” his hand comes down on your ass now, making you gasp, your cunt squeezing around him.

Drool slips from your mouth, as you get closer and closer to cumming — the telltale flutter of your walls, “Choso, I’m coming, I can’t—”

“Cum for me, let me fill you up,” and his fingers reach around to press a vibrator to your clit, and you’re cumming, falling apart on his cock, as he continues to fuck you through your orgasm. The squelch of your cunt and the way you squeeze him has him falling apart, spurting and painting your walls.

The two of you slump forward, your legs nearly buckling, as you cling to the rack, before he’s easing both of you back onto a bench in the stock room. Your quiet pants fill the silence of the room, as he eases himself out, groaning as you both watch your mixed releases leak out of your cunt.

“I don’t think I can walk after that,” and he chuckles in your ear, pressing a kiss to your neck.

“Don’t worry, I’ll carry you,” and you laugh, his favorite noise in the world, as you slowly turn, making him groan as your soaked pussy grinds against his dick.

“So then you can lift me up when I drop it?” your lips are curled in that same smile that had him hypnotized from the moment he saw it, and he can only reply with a bruising kiss, his tongue slipping into your mouth, as you sunk yourself onto his dick again.

God. He needed to buy you tickets to Warped Tour.

~~~

The next time you show up to Hot Topic, you weren’t showing up to buy any merchandise.

“Hey emo boy!” you call out, making Choso turn with a smile on his lips — the one especially reserved for you.

“Hi baby,” he murmurs, kissing you softly, his arm around your waist, “I’m almost done. I just have to punch out.”

You lean in, words whispered against his ear, “And then you’re gonna come fuck me?”

You were picking up your boyfriend.

He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist, before kissing you again, “You know I will.”

note: i couldn't find who made this incredible art that i used after searching and searching, so if anyone knows, please let me know so i can credit them above in the description. this fic has been a long time coming since that silly blurb i wrote after watching one too many thirst edits of choso. edit: i found the artist: its @/SS_utr3n on twt!!!

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everythingseasoning · 5 months

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JJK SMUT

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

Further reading means you consent to reading nsfw

🎆　Choso touching himself for the first time while thinking of you

tw: Smut. Parallels to religious trauma & sex (but it’ll clear up in part 2 dw)

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With two fingers, Choso touches the tip of his leaking cockhead. Precum has already dribbled down from his flushed red tip down his shaft. Choso looks down at his legs, his hard on sticking out almost painfully. With trembling hands Choso applies even more pressure to his tip— body jerking when he does so, groaning suddenly. “Ga-ah! Ah— hah—,” Choso breathes heavily, shuddering slightly as his abs stay tense. Such a small touch, and yet, it felt otherworldly.

Just what is happening?

Choso swallows thickly, unsure of what to make of this— this situation. It just felt so good when he touched it, his penis, and yet he was utterly confused about what any of this even meant. Did erections normally feel like this? Why did his penis suddenly become hard? —He’d never been hard before in his life, that is, until he met you. One fated encounter, a new friend, and a month later, and then he’d been experiencing this weird phenomena several times week, often at night— and always— when he was thinking about you.

Still, he’d never touched himself. Not yet. Not until now, his thumb and point finger pressing delicately on his cock.

God he wanted it bad. For so long now, this strange feeling and bodily reaction would occur at the most random of times, and all Choso could think about was the urge to touch it, touch himself. But he never gave in. It felt weird. It felt wrong. Using the organ one used to procreate with another? That had to be a ceremonious thing, and god forbid Choso disobey such high tradition. What sort of brother would he be, setting a bad example like that? Cursing the family name, that’s what he’d be doing.

His cock throbs, aching with need, and tears sprout in Choso’s eyes. He has to tear his hand away from his cock— right now— “Come on!”— but he can’t. By some internal force, his hand stays perched on his cock, and Choso curses. Why was his body doing this? Making his penis swollen with need. Was this some sort of test?

“Fuck, fuck,” Choso says as his hand moves down his tip to his shaft in a quick, automatic stroke. “Aw, oh, fuck—” Choso’s hand rapidly picking up speed as he fists himself, a warm flush coursing through his veins, and he’s experiencing pure bliss. Huh? What was going on? For the first time, Choso Kamo was feeling sexual pleasure. It’s so good! It’s so good— It’s so good! Choso thinks, euphoria jacking through him.

Stop, stop it! Your brothers! What sort of model are you? But even Choso’s brotherly determination, as big as mountains, isn’t enough to stop him from succumbing to the sensations he has now, from stroking his cock. Up and down his hand goes, and an image of you flashes through his mind.

“This is so wrong,” Choso thinks, and yet, the image of you is still there. And now he’s imagining it, it’s your hand on his cock— it’s you who is sinning with him, together.

Choso keeps pleasuring himself, all his past sexual suffering collapsing in on itself in this very moment. “Ahhhgggh,” Choso lets out a deep moan, hand moving feverishly over his cock— half-aware that he’s strayed from his celibacy— and half-gone, lost in the addictive high. Choso just wants you there, just you, just you, just you and him and his swollen cock—

“G-god, hah-” In the back of his mind, Choso hears a voice. You’re wrong for this. His body fights against his mind— because if this is so wrong, then pray tell, why does it feel so right?

And now you’re on top of him, sinking onto his cock. And he’s thrusting up into you— thrusting and watching your mouth fall open as you gaze back at him in shock and pleasure. This is heaven Choso thinks, eyes shut as he moans out your name.

It’s imaginary, but Choso wants to do something with you— something he can’t yet define— he just knows he needs to stay inside you and keep going.

Stop it! the voice is his head says, but to no avail, for a strange buzz has begun in Choso’s cock, ringing faintly throughout his lower body, pleasure coursing up to every muscle and fiber in his entire being. And there is a sort of tingling. Choso chases it.

A cresting wave, a swelling sensation is building— Choso rubs his cock even faster, head thrown back and mouth open— something is building—

And he’s flipped you over on the bed now— why the bed? He doesn’t know, it just feels right— And Choso is on top of you as he looks down at your cute face, thrusting with strong and deep strokes into your body. He watches his cock come out of your pussy, shining with your slick, and that’s when he loses it—

His balls tighten, and Choso cums in his hand. Choso’s body jerks and jerks as he moans, white ropes spurting out from his dick as he presses himself as deeply as he can into you. In his mind, you’re laying there, smothered underneath his body, his balls pressing flush against your clit as he continues to rut into you, shoving his cum inside you as his cock softens.

“Aghhhhggg—” Choso groans. He sighs, eyes rolled into the back of his head as the high dwindles into a most comfortable bliss. That was unreal— Choso’s mind is a blank slate and he breathes deeply, huffing and bathing in a luxurious afterglow. What the hell, that was amazing. That was—

Choso’s eyes flutter open and he sees white liquid goop staining his hands and sheets under him.

“Wh-what?” Choso says aloud, confusion and disbelief beginning to settle in.

His phone lights up with a dinging noise, and out of the corner of his eye he sees it— your name on the screen. Dread fills his body.

Choso feels so dirty. Shame prickles on his skin and oozes from deep within his soul as Choso picks up his phone.

—He’s just thought about the one person who isn’t blood that he feels affection for— in a dirty way.

How can he seek retribution? Who should he ask, to get answers for his sins?

His phone chimes again, your name flashing again. Choso feels so guilty, and in that moment he makes his decision: he will tell you everything that has just happened, ask for your forgiveness, and figure out how he can atone for his dirty fantasy about you, and for the way he stroked himself until he peaked into cumming.

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http-tokki · 6 months

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need to know

~ choso kamo x fem!reader (tattoo artist choso au) ~tags/cw: tattoo artist choso, fem reader, tattoo artist au, tattoos, needles, satosugu is canon, modern au, choso has a scar over his nose instead of his markings, strangers to friend to lovers (strangers rn) tiny lil man verbal bashing cause men are weak lil babies when getting tattoos, reader is a lil chubby, choso is on antidepressants, smoking/vaping, drinking ~ wc: 2.9k ~ "Dude, he is so fucking hot. I wasn't expecting him to look like that!! What do I do?!! Help?!?"

You: Wednesday 8:45pm Hi, I was just wondering if your books were still open? It says they are in your bio but in case I've missed it and they're closed, please ignore this message, sorry! :)

Kamo: Wednesday 9:23pm Hey. No, they are still open. When were you looking to book? Do you have a specific design? Or are you looking for a flash?

You: Thursday 11:36am Oh, hi, awesome! Thank you for getting back to me so quickly! I was looking to book next month, towards the end. On a weekend if that would be possible (I don't mind the time), and for the design, just a flash (design 3A) on your latest post on my upper arm, around 15-20cm. :)

You: Thursday 11:52pm Unless you think it should be smaller or somewhere else, I'm not picky! I really want something of yours tattooed on me :)

Kamo: Thursday 12:15pm Sure, no problem! I have the 24th free at 12pm. Does that work for you? The spot and size are fine, but I'll make up smaller and bigger stencils on the day in case you change your mind. The total would be $600 for the piece. However, I require a $100 deposit to secure your spot. I can send you the payment details once you confirm your interest. Please read through my FAQs on cancellation policies and further information.

You: Thursday 12:20pm 24th at 12pm is perfect! Thank you!! I'll send a deposit through now! Ahh, so excited! :)

Kamo: Thursday 1:07pm You're welcome. Here is the link x. Please send a screenshot of your payment as proof. For the rest of the amount, I accept cash only. If you have any other questions, feel free to message me. See you on the 24th.

You: Thursday 3:30pm Sending it now! Yay! Thank you so much! Super excited, see you! :)

Kamo: Thursday 4:35 pm Seen

"I sound like an idiot, don't I?" you grumble as your friend reads over your chat with a tattoo artist.

You watch your friend tilt their glasses down, squinting at the screen as their mouth curls into a grimace. They try to hide it with a sniffle, disguising their obvious disgust over your intense enthusiasm.

"Not an idiot," they hand the phone back to you, a frown set in the crooked way it always did when they were uncomfortable. "Just really, really eager, which can be cute if you like that."

Choso is growing tired.

At what? There are too many contributing factors to the headache that had begun blooming his eyes five minutes after stepping into the studio to pinpoint the main culprit of his budding exhaustion. Maybe it was the late night/early morning combo, or perhaps it was the horrific lack of water and food he hadn't consumed in the last twenty-four hours. When was the last time he had taken his medication? Choso begins to run through the previous days in an attempt to remember when he had even glanced at the Zoloft sheet sitting in the bottom drawer of his trolley, but his attention is diverted from his lack of self-care to the man sitting in his tattoo chair.

It is coming up on the two-hour mark since his client walked in. With a brazen attitude that could rival a Greek god, the man had outlined what had to be the simplest fucking tattoo known to man. Choso had rolled his eyes at the frankly impressive and thorough drawing done by the twenty-something gym bro before shifting the paper off to his younger brother.

"Come on, it's easy! An hour tops, and then you've got like two fifty in your hand! You technically owe me an observation session, and this can be it." Yuji had gripped his brother's sleeve, tugging on it the way he used to when they were kids.

Taking in his younger half-brother as his apprentice was a good idea in theory. The two lived and worked together, so there was ample time for obvs and practice, but today was already busy, and Choso was feeling like complete and utter shit.

"Yuji, I don't want to do this. I have a client coming in at twelve for a full session, and I've got this headache and-"

"It's easy money, come on! Please." it technically was easy money. The design was a small band wrapped around the bicep, with no adornments or script, just a flat black line; it was the client himself that made Choso apprehensive.

"Fine." Choso sighed, and Yuji almost jumped into the air in excitement. "You prep and clean him; I'm not doing anything but the actual tattoo."

Yuji nodded eagerly and just about ran into the front room to confirm the walk-in appointment.

That was almost two hours ago, and Choso is still here, finishing up the outlines of the band on a guy twice his size but carrying on like a toddler. Each touch of the needle on skin had the man flinching and hissing through his teeth, and there is only so much Choso could take.

Choso eyes the clock nervously, his next appointment slot ticking closer but the second. There isn't going to be enough time to get out and grab a coffee or snack from the corner store. After another quick glance at the amount of work before him, Choso calls it fifteen minutes to twelve and clicks off the tattoo gun with a disappointed sigh.

"Hey, I'm sorry, but we might have to split this into two sessions."

He looks back over at this current client, who is sweating profusely. It takes everything in him to scowl in disgust at the once brazen man before him, but not the look on his client's face; Choso knows some form of repugnance had slipped through his composure.

"Yeah, sure, man, no sweat," the client replies, relief blatant in his sigh. "Sorry for taking so many breaks. I've got a weak pain tolerance."

That makes Choso feel a little bad.

"You're fine. I've just got a pre-booked client coming in like ten and need to set up." A little lie to hurry the man up.

Hope is so close. So attainable that Choso can almost feel the sun on his face, but the shop bells slice through any dream of a break.

"Hi, I'm here for my twelve with Kamo?"

Choso slouches, attention now on the conversation happening in the front room. It's not even twelve yet! Why would she be here so early?

"Yep! We've got you down for twelve, but Choso's still with someone, so if you wanna wait here, that's okay!" Yuji giggles in response.

"Ohh, I'm just here to ask if umm…Choso wanted a coffee or anything?" his name is a question on her tongue. "I'm going to go get one and wanted to ask if anyone wanted anything so you don't have to wait in line."

That's nice. Choso thinks and leans back on his chair, attempting to glimpse his new client, who has Yuji giggling at every word.

"I was just about to step out to get coffee so I can come with you, but I can get Cho's; you don't need to pay for him." Another giggle. God, his younger brother is shameless.

"That's okay! I can get them; just write your orders down so I don't forget!" the girl insists.

"Ohh, but-"disappointment fills Yuji's voice.

"Yuji, can you come here please!" Choso shouts down the hall, pulling his brother away from his new crush.

Yuji groans, then the shop bells ring again, and then the sound of footsteps shuffles down the hall.

"Yes?"

"Can you wrap him up and finish the payment? I need a smoke." Choso rolled back from the bed, handing over the second skin he has yet to unwrap.

Choso's brother sighs but offers the male client a friendly smile, sits down in the now vacant rollaway stool, and begins to prep the skin for wrap-up.

"I'll be back in five; if anyone needs me, tell them to wait." Choso grumbles the last part and offers a stiff wave to his current client before disappearing into the hall.

The knots in Choso's shoulder have been building for days now, and no amount of rolling or stretching seems to relieve the tension in his muscles, but it is nice to stretch and feel the blood move around him again. Heavy boots echo through the small shop as he stalks to the front desk, floorboards creaking under the weight of thick rubber soles. His fingers slip into his back pocket to reach for the small pack of menthols hastily shoved down after the abrupt end of his morning break.

Stepping out into the world, Choso is blinded by the sun. Having forgotten about the passage of time while being stuck indoors all day, he now stands stunned in the small alcove of the shop's entrance. The sun nears the centre of the sky, beating down the world in a heat never seen before. It wasn't even the beginning of summer, and the sweltering days were breaking temperature records. Choso shields his eyes with a hand, and even then, his vision is blurred as his retinas adjust.

The street is quiet; an abnormal silence had fallen over the usually busy road, but with the rising blistering temps, he suspects people aren't willing to brave the heat to shop or eat. Choso finds the familiar recess in the wall, a door had been there years ago but has long since been boarded up and now acts as refuge for him and his brother. Through any weather, time of day or season, the small alcove is a sanctuary for tired and burnt-out artists needing a second away from the constant buzz of tattoo guns.

Choso scans the few open cafes and bars for his mystery client. Mainly office workers on lunch break and mothers with strollers waiting for the afternoon pick up; he can't see anyone that fits the image he had concocted in his mind on the short walk over until he spots a girl standing in line across the way. The tattoos that adorn her legs are what Choso notices first. Patchwork pieces from different artists in black and white with pops of colour here and there, but for the most part are monochromatic, all spaced far enough to be their own pieces but not so much that they seem gap-y. He is impressed at the choice, knowing that when getting patchwork pieces, they are usually slapped in any available location, but from what he can see, every piece flowed into each other and told a story against her skin. Her arms are equally as covered, though with more room, and he is eager to see the works up close. A flash of pink catches his attention, and he narrows his attention on the pink My Melody backpack that she swings at her side, pink wallet clutched in her free hand as she shifts her weight from her toes to her heels. Choso smirks at the bag and finds himself willing her to turn so he can see the face of the girl who we had been staring at for the past five minutes.

He is staring and he needs to stop before he gets caught. Shifting his attention from the random woman, he fishes out his phone and focuses on the seemingly endless DMs and texts stacked on the lock screen. Sometimes, he wonders if he really should have gone into a career where his livelihood relied on communicating with strangers. With expert precision and one hand, he pulls a cigarette from the crumpled packet and slips the filter between his teeth. Biting down the filter, the taste of menthol fills his mouth, and relief floods his veins before settling in the deep groves of his brain. The cigarette isn't even lit yet, but his nervous system knows that the taste of mint will soon be followed by nicotine, and all will be well for a few minutes. Breaking the habit of smoking has been on Choso's New Year's resolution lists for the past three years, but he only ever lasts a few weeks before turning back to the comfort of those overpriced joints. Maybe next year will be the year. Choso digs through his pockets, fingers grasping for the lighter he keeps in his right pant pocket, but there is nothing. Maybe the other side? Still nothing. Third pocket? Fourth pocket? Nada. Zilch. Zero. Fuck.

There isn't enough time to go back inside to search for matches, and he had already popped the filter and doesn't want to waste the smoke, but it would get gross sitting in the packet- his headache grew.

"Choso?" a soft voice asks from above.

Choso looks up from his lap and is greeted by the most stunning woman he has ever seen. Breathing is no longer automatic as he stares at you, and when his lungs start to contract almost painfully, he realises and takes in an all too obvious breath.

It wasn't fair to look like that. With the sun illuminating your silhouette, cradling you in an angelic aura that has Choso debating on whether he should get on his knees and pray to you, but too much time has passed since you spoke and he acknowledged you that he has to say something, but all he can manage is a muffled yeah?

"I'm your twelve, but you look like you need a light?" you hold out a bright pink light between pretty pink manicured fingers.

Choso offers a tight-lipped smile to prevent the cigarette from falling from his mouth and takes the lighter, flicking it to life. "Thanks, I owe ya."

He holds the flame to the tobacco, and only when it glows bright does he pull the disposable away.

"It didn't cost me anything, so nothing to owe."

There is a beat of silence as you throw the light back into your bag before bending down to pick up the coffee you had set at your feet. "Also, a coffee." another offer towards him.

"The guy at the desk gave me your order, and I always buy my artists something before a session. I'm not hitting on you."

Your admission of this not being a move stirs something in him. Choso accepts the cold cup with a soft thank you, angling his hand away from yours, careful not to burn you with the lit smoke.

"I'll meet you inside. Give you a moment to yourself." you nod towards the door of the studio, feet already turning to start walking towards the entrance.

He watches you walk away, a smile creeping on his face despite not knowing why. You're as cute from the front as you are from the back, and he's glad the girl he had seen in the coffee shop is you. Soft curves make up your figure, dipping at your waist before filling out again over your bust. Choso feels his stomach twist in that familiar feeling, but he can't think of you like that; you're a client and nothing more. There is a mesmerising way in which you walk that has Choso unable to look away, and even when you've stepped into the studio, his gaze lingers on the empty space you once stood in until the rancid taste of burnt filter fills his mouth. Never in his life has he been as thankful for coffee as he is in that moment when burnt paper fills his senses. Taking a big gulp of the sweet but still bitter drink, it takes everything in him not to spit in the street, but he was raised better than that and will wait until he is in the small bathroom to spit up the gross contents.

When Choso returns, you are sitting on the small couch in the waiting room, filling out consent forms. Head down as you read the number of your ID and scribe it down in the open line; he walks past you, suddenly horrified by his heavy choice of shoe. The thick thud of the rubber soles on the hardwood has you lifting your head and smiling at your artist. Choso feels his stomach flip.

"So," Choso starts, but the smoke still in his throat chokes the word. He clears his throat and restarts his sentence. "So, do you smoke, or do you just carry the lighter?"

"My best friend smokes, so I just carry it 'cause you never know when you're gonna need a light." Your laugh is contained, almost forced, as if the interaction you are having is uncomfortable for you. Had he done something wrong?

"Ohh." Is his only reply as you return to the balanced folder on your lap.

Another moment of silence before Choso steps towards the hall. "I'll let Yuji check you in, and then just come in when you're ready." Had he already made you that uncomfortable in the two minutes you had spoken outside? Choso takes a deep breath as he steps into his space and suddenly wishes the whiney baby was the one getting tattooed.

You: Saturday 12:05pm Dude, he is so fucking hot. I wasn't expecting him to look like that!! What do I do?!! Help?!?

Number ONE best friend: Saturday 12:06pm suck his dick? ik guys like that :P

You: Saturday 12:06pm Idk what I expected from you. I need actual advice, please Saturo. U owe me!

Number ONE best friend: Saturday 12:07pm ooh first name, you're kinda scary. Okay, here is what you do. You act like a normal human and then flirt a lil and suss out if he's into it and then ask him out to drinks?

You: Saturday 12:08pm That works if I KNEW HOW TO FLIRT. Ugh im screwed, he's so fine fuck

Number ONE best friend: Saturday 12:09pm eww, you're getting ur jizz all over the screen. just breathe and be normal okay, pretend he's me.

You: Saturday 12:10pm Ignoring the first comment. Im gonna sneak a pic and show u BRO YOU NEED TO SEE HIM

Number ONE best friend: 12:10pm creepy but okeeeeyyy. Sugu also says to breathe and be normal but to ignore anything you think I would do

You: Saturday 12:11pm Thanks, Suguru, please kill him for me, ill talk to u guys in a bit

Number ONE best friend: good luck bestie 8======D

a/n: okay so there is going to be a part two but I'm not sure when, please give me feedback if you want it or want me to stop, put the laptop down and go outside lmao lil texting format, lemme know how y'all feel about that

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amywritesthings · 4 months

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new year, new choso. / choso nye fic

pairing: choso kamo x f!reader ( jujutsu kaisen ) word count: 1.9k summary: Choso Kamo has never been to a New Year's Eve party. Who knew chaperoning his kid brother to Gojo's Jujutsu High party would end up like this? tags: new year's eve kiss, nye party fluff, choso is a sweet baby angel goth, and he's wearing a suit, alcohol, mentions of cards against humanity credit: dividers by @saradika dedicated to @nube55 , @sixpennydame , and @chishiyasan xo

welcome to the final day of the twelve days of amymas !!

New Year’s Eve parties are typically not your thing.

Loud music, bustling crowds, crowded rooms with crowded strangers — the whole debacle always sounded like a recipe for disaster.

Ieiri claimed that this gathering would be different. Small.

Albeit still a party by Gojo Satoru’s standards as his entire penthouse is littered with tacky balloons, confetti, and endless amounts of blinking year-end sunglasses, but tamer than anticipated.

It’s probably something to do with the fact that said gathering included his students from Jujutsu High.

The teenagers all crowd in the dead center of the living room excitedly playing Cards Against Humanity while Gojo's colleagues and friends mingle about the main floor.

(There’s just something about watching a cursed panda argue that his cards are accurate to the prompt as opposed to the obscene and filthy winners — ironically, a silent kid with cursed speech tattoos holds the jackpot of black cards.)

You were once destined to become a sorcerer yourself, but you’d hung it up for a simpler life. Not unlike your best friend, Shoko, but not as close to the Jujutsu world.

Then again, you never really get away from this life. Not really.

(Only thirty minutes left until the new year.)

“Did you need a refill?”

The gentle question comes out of nowhere to your side, breaking your concentration of the rowdy game.

When you turn your head, you’re immediately taken by a dark-haired man with a thin, black strip covering the bridge of his nose like a blush. He wears a maroon button-up, satin to the eye, and a dark suit jacket to compliment his pale complexion. His shoulder-length dark hair is in a half up-do, fixed hastily in a tiny bun at the crown of his head.

Your first thought? He’s beautiful.

Your second thought? You find yourself staring for too long, lips parted with an answer you’ve all but forgotten.

The man blinks back at you, shuffling in the uncertain silence.

“I, uh — sorry, I probably should have said ‘hello’ like a normal person and —”

“Uh, sure, I could walk with you?” you blurt, hating yourself for the way his eyes round with his own bout of confusion. “For a refill. I’m getting kind of stiff sitting against this wall.”

He’s a stranger, even if it’s technically a friend’s party.

You’ve been taught from birth that you should take care of your own drinks — but that doesn’t mean you can’t accompany someone as alluring as him to go grab a new mixed drink.

God knows Gojo bought out the entire liquor store despite how seventy-five percent of the party can’t drink and, the irony, Gojo doesn’t drink.

(An overachiever even in the art of hosting, Shoko joked before she dipped for a smoke break.)

Right.

You're dissociating.

Back to the guy in front of you.

“And hi,” you add lamely after a beat.

The stranger fights a smile, choosing to rush a small huff of air.

“Hi. Name's Choso Kamo,” he awkwardly introduces. “And yeah, I wouldn’t mind the company.”

He fidgets with a button of his dress shirt, popping it absently.

“Feels a little crowded here.”

"A little," you agree, gesturing for him to show the way.

Shoulder to shoulder you both walk to the drink table, not saying a word.

You note how the stranger — this Choso — keeps his eyes on the table of kids as they heavily debate which answer should win: the cold, dead fingers card dropped by a triumphant Kugisaki, versus the Daniel Radcliff’s delicious asshole card slipped in by a stone-faced Megumi.

“Dying to join in on the game?” you joke, trying to break the slow-building tension.

“Hmm? Oh. God, no. I’m not getting involved in that war.” The man blinks to you, his expression softening for a moment. “My kid brother’s over there.”

“Which one is he?”

Choso smiles small, clearly proud to point him out.

He fills his cup with a moderate amount of rum and soda, mixing it with a wooden stirrer.

“The pink-haired one. Yuji.”

Yuji isn’t hard to spot, not by a long shot.

He’s giggling between Megumi and Kugisaki, joyously playing moderator to the budding fight for who has the best card this round.

When you turn back to Choso, you see his smile has widened.

“He’s got his work cut out for him if he’s the Card Szarr this round," you say.

Choso laughs breathily and takes a sip. “Yeah, his friends are a little brutal. Good kids, but… opinionated.”

(As proudly displayed by the way the finalists shout at one another. Yuji laughs hard, shaking his head — only to pull a major upset by choosing the panda’s card instead.)

“He’s the only reason I’m here,” Choso adds belatedly, seemingly wishing to keep the conversation going. “I’m not exactly friends with the guy who threw this thing.”

“Who, Gojo?” you ask. He nods. “Me neither. My best friend managed to drag me out of my cave. Not sure if you know her — Shoko Iieri?”

Choso shakes his head.

“Can’t say I do. Then again, I could say that about everyone. I only really came so my brother and his friends had a chaperone home." He straightens once he's done filling his drink. "I take it you don’t normally do these things, either?”

“That’s nice of you,” you comment, filling the rest of your drink before clinking the glass to his. “And no, I kind of hate parties. Way more of a quiet environment sort of person.”

“You and me both,” he commiserates. “Believe it or not, this is my first New Year’s Eve out.”

“Really? Your first, ever?”

He nods. “It’s a little complicated. Jujutsu shit.”

The words make you accidentally bark out a laugh, startling Choso.

He warms to it, however, and laughs with you.

“Jujutsu shit is very much something I can’t seem to get away from,” you explain.

“Guess I found the one person at this party that gets me,” Choso admits with a dissolving chuckle, the black strip on his nose sprinkled with a gentle pink blush at his confession. “Yuji was pretty insistent on making it a big deal, given it’s my first real holiday outing. We spent Christmas just with the two of us this year — sorry, am I talking too much?”

You sip your drink and shake your head. “I like listening.”

It’s the truth: this man is interesting.

Clearly he’s not completely of this realm, that much you’re quite certain of, but he’s truly trying to be human.

Choso fumbles, but he’s honest about his experience.

It’s a refreshing taking on a world you’ve become so cynical about.

“I usually don’t talk this much,” he admits; his second confession of the night. He sighs and shakes his head. “Anyway, yeah. Christmas was solo, but he wanted to do this big party with his friends. Begged me to come along. New Year’s is an interesting idea, but the traditions… I don’t know.”

He squints at nothing in particular as he thinks.

“There’s so much I want to try now that I’ve got this life.”

“Like what?”

“Well, I have the drinking part down,” he tells you, glancing down at his glass and outfit. “I dressed up, though given what everyone else wore—”

Sweaters. Jeans. Nothing fancy — not like him.

“—I think I screwed that part up.”

“I think you look amazing, for what it’s worth,” you blurt, and he catches your eye with an appreciative glow.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah, suits always look good.”

Choso grins, albeit briefly, yet the growing confidence lingers.

“Party games, though I’m happier to watch than play right now. Then there’s that New Year’s kiss thing?”

Oh.

He turns to you for confirmation, but you damn well know your face is on fire from the implication.

“When the clock strikes midnight, you’re supposed to kiss someone," he explains like you're new to this, too. "Make a wish or promise or whatever so that the next year is going to be better.”

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." He leans in a fraction further, dropping his voice to a murmur. “That's what I heard, anyway.”

You’re expecting him to have a but scoot into that sentence, but he pauses to search your face for the right or wrong answer.

“I’ve never had a New Year’s kiss,” you admit — it's now your turn to confess.

His brows furrow. “Really? Never?”

You shake your head. “Maybe that’s why my years have been so shitty lately.”

Choso nods with a grave understanding. “Could be.”

A few of the teenagers cheer, abandoning the game to turn on the main television.

The clock is only a few minutes until midnight.

Three, to be exact.

Suddenly the drink in your hand becomes your life line.

“I admit that I didn’t know if you needed a refill on your drink,” Choso pipes up, slow and careful. You turn your attention from the television broadcast to look at him. “I only came here to make sure Yuji had a good time with his friends, but then I saw you come in with that woman.”

Wait, he saw you come in?

When you say nothing, he sucks in a sharp inhale to explain himself.

“I spent an hour working up the courage to come talk to you. I couldn’t think of anything to say. You’re so damn pretty, and you seemed fine hanging out by yourself or with her, and so I thought — I mean, I needed a refill and some liquid courage — so it — do you get what I’m saying?”

No, no you don’t and yes, yes you do.

“You’re very pretty yourself,” you tell him without thinking, causing his eyes to widen. Yours follow suit, rounding like saucers. “I mean — yeah, as soon as I noticed you, I thought you were attractive—”

“People go out for coffee, right?” he interrupts as if he’s been waiting all night to ask. “When they think someone is pretty, they… go out for coffee or dinner or walks.”

One minute remaining.

Choso pauses to stare into your eyes, earnest and true.

“I’d love to go out for some coffee, or whatever dinner you want, or even just a walk. Maybe. Some time. If you’re… free.”

A date.

Forty seconds until the new year, and you’ve already scored yourself a date.

“We could do one of those things,” you murmur. Choso’s face brightens. “Maybe all of them. And we could start it off with…”

Twenty seconds.

“Making a wish?” the dark-haired man suggests when you trail off, rounding towards you so he’s closer.

For someone who says he has a lot to experience, you’re surprised that he seems to cage you in with experience.

If it wasn’t for his eyes begging you to confirm that this is what you want, then you’d think maybe he was a liar.

“Yeah. For a great new year,” you explain, lifting your chin.

Ten seconds.

“For a great new year,” he exhales with a promise, leaning in.

His hand reaches to gently cup your face as though mesmerized by how soft your skin feels beneath his palm.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

The clock strikes midnight, and a pair of plush, timid lips gingerly press to yours.

You meet with an eager kiss, and you swear you feel Choso’s mouth curve into a satisfied smile against yours.

(Maybe next year really will be better.)

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gojou-violin · 10 months

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let's go for a ride

| pairing: sports biker!choso x backpack!gn!reader

| warnings: 18+ MDNI. sub!choso. begging/pleading. sexual acts on a motorcycle. palming? friction? HOW DO YOU WORD THAT??? um. don't actually do anything like this please.

| summary: choso loves to go riding with you, even though your hands like to wander from time to time.

| wc: 1.9k

| taglist: @aylitgirl , @ifeelsofilthy , @preciousamethyst , @justanotherpasserby , @lyteatus , @unknownspecies , @tojishugetiddies , @diorsbrando , @thisbicc , @bakugosgorl , @buerriberry

| a/n: i've been searching day and night for the vid that inspo'd this but i think tiktok took it down cuz the backpacker was deadass getting the biker off on camera, soooooo- anyhow. be safe on the roads, esp. on a bike. thanks.

Whenever Choso got bored, he'd throw on his textured black pants, a t-shirt, his favorite red sweatshirt that he used specifically for riding, and he'd grab his helmet. Most times, if you were around, he'd ask if you wanted to go for a ride. If you were out, he'd text you to ask where he could pick you up.

Before you started dating, Choso didn't really see the appeal of backpacks. He thought couples like that were actually kind of cringey. But when the two of you started dating and you expressed an interest in riding with him, he went out to make sure you got good clothing for it, bought you the perfect helmet for your birthday-- With gloves to match, of course-- and he started taking you out riding with him. It was something about the way you held onto him. When he was alone, riding had been about simply getting from point A to point B, and being on a fast sports motorcycle was just a lovely perk that he could show off. With you on the bike with him, however, it was about having fun with you. He got to show you all of his favorite places in the city. He got to go as fast as he wanted on roads that were in the middle of butt-fuck nowhere, and he got to focus on you and how much you loved it. He knew that you enjoyed something whenever you'd squeeze him. It was an unconscious decision you made every time something caught your eye, and it always made him smile beneath his helmet. He'd take one of his hands off the handle bars to grab your hands that were squeezing tight onto the front of his sweatshirt, and he'd acknowledge you and what you loved by squeezing back.

Choso tried to never ride alone since then.

When he asked you to drop what you were doing to go for a ride with him, you didn't protest. A couple of minutes of changing was all it took before you were off together... He smiled beneath his helmet when your arms wrapped around his torso as the light turned green and he sped off, he laughed when your helmet accidentally banged against his when he came to a sudden stop, and he smacked your hand away when you tried to hit the kill switch at the next red light just to fuck with him. You had a habit of doing that. One second he'd be enjoying his calm ride with you, the next you'd be flicking his visor down over his eyes, poking his stomach, or pulling the velcro strap of his gloves loose so that he had to readjust them. It was the type of thing cringey backpacks did. He used to hate when other people did that. But, oddly enough, he loved it when you did it.

As you two pulled onto an empty road that he usually liked speeding down due to the lack of other cars and cops, he hit the engine hard enough to make it rumble, and suddenly you were speeding so fast the wind could be heard through your helmet and the music you were listening to. You changed the song to something more upbeat for him. He tapped your hand as a thank you, and his head started nodding along to the beat.

You laughed and hugged him tighter. He was adorable when he was out riding. His head was always lost in the clouds to the point that it seemed like the world didn't exist around him so he could do whatever he wanted and no one, especially you, would dare to judge him. Choso looked like the scary type of biker. Most people looked at sports bikers and Harley riders as the same kind-- Which, truth be told, Harley riders weren't scary either, people just viewed them as tough sons of bitches who'd pull up with weapons whenever they got angry, which was hardly ever the case-- but sports riders were especially funny and loveable kinds of people. You'd met so many over the dozens of rides you'd been on with Choso, and not once had you met a bad biker. Choso was no exception. He looked scary because of his tall build, deep voice, and the tattoos littered around his body, but underneath all of that he was a loveable teddy bear that did anything and everything for you.

At home, he was the type of guy to be on his knees for you, staring up at you with pleading eyes, drool dripping down his chin, whimpers coming from his throat, and he'd spend hours obeying your every command. "Don't cum." He'd nod obediently. "Make me cum." He'd use his mouth, his fingers, his cock-- Anything you wanted. "You've been a good boy... You can cum now." And he'd moan out as he'd finally let go with a thousand thank yous falling off his lips.

When it was the two of you riding alone, Choso was still like that. Beneath his mask, you could tell whenever he'd get flustered because of your touches, even though they were innocent most the time. Sometimes they weren't so innocent. When you were alone, it was easy to let your hands... wander...

As the song changed again, your hands ventured along his sweatshirt, grabbing at it and gently digging your thumbs into the places you knew he was always sore at. He rolled his head slightly. His back was relaxing so easily, which allowed you to pinch gently at his shoulders to manipulate the muscles a bit more. One of his hands came around to your thigh, his gloved hand squeezing gently. You smirked and decided to move your hands lower on his body, trailing down his front to his thick thighs that were vibrating thanks to the engine. The speed slowed only slightly. His grip on your thigh tightened. You had him right where you wanted him, poor thing. Unfortunately, for this ride, the two of you opted to listen to music instead of calling each other so that you could talk, which meant that you couldn't hear him whine, and he couldn't hear you tease him with, "That feel good, baby?" You were almost inclined to call him to remedy the situation, but you wanted him to focus on the road, not him trying to answer your call with Siri who could be so difficult to communicate with on fast rides.

You slowly ran your palms up and down this thighs until you felt the fabric of his pants tightening somewhat. A smirk grew on your face. He was so easy to get to, you loved teasing him about it, but... Fuck... Touching him while riding was something else because it barely took massaging his shoulders and touching his thighs to get him hard. Again, the speed of the bike slowed a bit. Your hands moved in towards his erection, running over it to get a reaction out of him-- Which you certainly did. His head fell forward somewhat, and you saw his chest move so fast you knew that he'd let out a desperate gasp. Slowly, you groped him. Again, he panted. Your thumb drifted back and forth, you gave another few squeezes, then you went back to running your entire palms over him again and again and again. You knew that the friction had to be doing something. It wasn't anything like touching him directly, you knew that, but he was reacting all the same with his grip tightening on the handle bars and your thigh, and his head was having trouble staying up.

Choso suddenly tapped your leg a dozen times at a quick pace. You let up. Your hands returned to his chest, and he let out a long, heavy sigh. He had been at the edge and wanted to warn you like a good boy. Surely you'd have to reward him for that later.

The end of the road came with a stop sign so that Choso had to decide whether he wanted to go left or right. As he came to a stop and his feet hit the ground, he lifted his visor to look back you over his shoulder, both of his hands immediately reaching back for your thighs that he clung desperately to. You could see beneath his helmet that he was a bright color of red. And then your phone started ringing. "Call from Choso Kamo. Call from Cho--" You told Siri to answer, and within an instant, you heard him panting in your ear, a slight whimper escaping him.

"Yes?" you teased innocently.

Through a broken moan, he pleaded with you, "P-Please... Please..."

"Please what, baby?"

He grabbed your thighs roughly. "Please may I cum?"

You laughed and groped his chest, teasing his nipples through all the layers he put on for safety. Again, he whined.

"You wanna cum in your pants, baby? Out here? Where anyone could see you?"

Choso looked both left and right then behind. There was no one around. There wouldn't be anyone. You two were about thirty minutes away from any main road, the only people that ventured out there were speeders like him and truck drivers. Since you hadn't seen anyone else yet, it was safe to assume that you'd be alone for the ride back to the main road-- And if Choso was eager enough to get home soon, he could make the forty minute drive become thirty or just under that.

"Please," he begged.

You nodded vaguely, your hands returning to his hard-on that must have been so miserable trapped under those tight pants. "You can cum, baby, just be careful, okay?"

He nodded with you, revving the engine to gain some momentum before turning around on the road to head home. You were honestly glad that the stop sign came when it did because you were happy to finally hear Choso moaning in your ear as you played with him as fast as you could to get him to the edge. He was careful-- Both of you were. It wasn't like this was the first time you'd done something like this, and it wasn't like you were willing to put yourselves or anyone else in danger. If Choso was worried about handling the bike, you would have stopped; and if there was anyone around, both of you would have put an end to it-- Yes, because people didn't need to see something like that while out on the road, but also because it could have been dangerous. The two of you weren't idiots. But the stars aligned to give you the perfect set of circumstances so that you could get away with it that afternoon: The weather was good, there was no one around, Choso had enough energy to still focus on the road while you got him closer, closer, closer--

"I'm gonna cum..."

You kept up your momentum. "Cum for me."

And with the most blissful moan you'd ever heard, Choso's thighs shook against the motorcycle, his back pressed up against your chest some more, his head lowered slightly, the bike glided without any input from the engine, and Choso came.

"Such a good boy for me," you cooed into his ears.

He whimpered. "Thank you... Fuck, thank you... Thank you..."

Slowly, your hands retreated so that you could inspect the damage: They were only slightly wet, but it'd be fine. Choso on the other hand, he laughed and told you that he'd completely ruined his pants. You laughed back and told him that it was what he wanted, to which he went silent and you could tell that he was blushing again.

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dejwrld · 9 months

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˚₊𓆩༺🎸༻𓆪₊˚ — summer of 22', choso kamo

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈. — LOST GUITAR PICKS AND LATE NIGHTS.

🩰 — choso and y/n spend time together after the strange events of a lost guitar pick, yuji getting arrested, and a late-night at a onigiri food stand.

ᩍ before reading please be advised of the following warnings — female reader, written with black reader in mind, her/she pronouns, humor/crack, noritoshi & choso are cousins in this cause i said so, profanity, this is quite self indulgent and kinda my own assumption & characterization of modern day choso, mentions of death (characters), mentions of broken bones, kenjaku is a hot milf in this instead of being just yuji's mom..let's pretend they're choso's mom instead of choso's dad (listen y'all know how messy kenjaku is in the canon tl), tooth rotting fluff, fast pace series, told in third pov aka choso's pov, mentions of choso having a scar, record shop boss!geto lol, | mdni, taglist, masterlist, other creations

chapter playlist | ride by twentyonepilots, cool people by chloe x halle, here by & alessia cara

CHOSO ALWAYS GOT NERVOUS WHEN HE PERFORMED IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. No matter if it was just a friend or even his kitten Retro when it was time to pick up his guitar and perform—horrible knots formed in the pit of his stomach. To make matters worse, Y/N could be coming to his show. What if he got so nervous he puked on stage or he forgot the lyrics to the song Noritoshi and himself are covering? He was just overthinking. Which soon led to the crisis that he couldn’t find his pick for his guitar. Now he had a real reason to be nervous.

As he was in the shared dressing room with Noritoshi, he would scrummage through the bag he had brought carelessly. His guitar pick wasn’t in there. He checked Noritoshi’s bag, but nothing. Now Choso was pacing back and forth in front of Noritoshi, who was their PR manager, by sending out tweets saying they were performing in fifteen minutes. “Why are you pacing back and forth? If you’re nervous, just take a deep breath and practice those breathing techniques I told you about.” Noritoshi says while never disconnecting his eyes from the iPhone in his hand.

“It’s not that.” Choso blurted out while twirling around to pace the other way. His mind was wondering what he should do. He could run back home to get it, but he wasn’t sure if his guitar pick was home. He could have dropped it. He could have left it at the records shop.

“Is it because of that girl possibly coming?” That question caused Noritoshi to break eye contact with his phone and let his eyes watch his cousin pace back and forth, but Choso did a stop abruptly to meet his gaze.

“No,” Choso admitted.

It was a lie, of course. His cheeks stained a crimson color before he kissed his teeth and went back to pacing back and forth.

Noritoshi smirks, “So, what’s the problem?”

“I can’t find my guitar pick.”

“Excuse me?”

“It’s not in my bag. It’s not in your bag. I can’t find it!” Choso throws his hand up in frustration. “It’s not like we can do without it because we need my guitar.”

“Okay, now I’m nervous. Maybe, we can go get it real quick. We don’t go on until fifteen minutes from now,” He says as he stands up.

Choso's lips parted to speak, but a knock was heard on their door, and their friend Todo Aoi stuck his head through the small opening of the door. Todo was hired as security for tonight at their performing venue. Which made perfect sense considering how ripped Todo was.

“A very pretty young lady is here to see you guys. I’m quite impressed; you guys have a fan girl already,” He snickers.

“Oh shut up, Todo; before you know it—we will have so many fans. We may just hire you as our security guard.” Noritoshi says before he motions to let the person in.

Expecting to be some fan that has been following their year-long journey of being musicians, but instead, it was Y/N giving them that same smile she gave them when they first met. Noritoshi was shocked that she even came considering that Choso's hopeless romantic self had invited girls to the show, and then he moped about them not showing up for a week. Noritoshi took it upon himself to excuse himself from the equation, “I’m going to make sure the stage is all set for us.” He gives the pair a smile before leaving the dressing room.

“You came.” Choso was beyond shocked.

“You invited me to come to see you perform. I wouldn’t miss it, plus it’s weird how the world works, considering my godmother is here too with some of her friends.” She shrugs. “Which one of her friends is your boss,” Y/N explains.

“Wow, kinda seems like we were meant to meet eventually,” Choso chuckles.

“Yeah.” Y/N agrees with a smile on her face.

The two of them stood in front of each other, just basking in each other's looks. Y/N couldn’t keep her eyes off seeing Choso in the attire he was wearing tonight and Choso couldn’t do the same. It finally hit Y/N that she wasn’t back here to dawn over how attractive the singer looked in front of her but to give him something that Geto gave to her. She looked through the mini purse that was hanging from her shoulder and pulled out his guitar pick.

“He said you left it in his office,” Y/N places it in his hand. “Geto also said you two should not be so reckless with leaving your music gear everywhere in his office.”

“Ah! That sounds like something he would say. Who else is here with him?” He asked. “Is a pink-haired guy with him. He's around this tall, and has a scar on his face.” Choso holds his hand up trying to remember how tall his younger brother was.

“No, it’s just myself, my godmother, your boss, and another one of their friends.” Y/N’s lips form a straight line once she sees the disappointment in Choso’s face.

“Ah, thank you,” Choso says. “I should continue getting ready, thanks for bringing me this.” He holds up the guitar pick.

Y/N smiled at him before she left the dressing room just in time for Noritoshi to collect him. “Let’s blow the roof off this place!” He exclaimed as he picked up his drumsticks and wrapped his arm around Choso’s shoulder.

Choso knew they would do well. They always did in every gig they managed to snag. It may not have gained them some record deal, but it was decent enough to get the crowd hyped and cheering for them at the end. Especially when they had retired rockstar Geto Suguru vouching for them. Noritoshi liked to joke that a lot of people only came to their gigs because Geto never missed one. No matter what, he would always be in the crowd. Simply because he was searching for any flaws in their performance. It would be something subtle like they need to practice their breath control and they wouldn’t be so out of breath by the time the third song or they were a little off-key and not synchronized as a singing duo. Choso appreciated the criticism—after all, it was Grammy award-winning Geto Suguru giving them tips. He couldn’t just brush them under the wrong as if they were nothing.

But deep down, Choso just wanted his younger brother to be in the crowd of this show. It wasn’t as if Choso cared about Yuji showing up because the pink-haired guy has sat through many practices and gigs with about four people (including himself)—but Choso could keep a closer eye on him. Just make sure he wasn’t in some type of trouble.

He stood behind the curtains as he could hear the host announce who was next, he closed his eyes, mumbling some form of words of encouragement to himself. As soon as he heard the crowd go crazy, he would push himself on the stage with Noritoshi. The bright light blinded him from seeing the crowd, but he always thought it was better for him to get over stage fright. Choso couldn’t help but scan the crowd for his brother, but still, he wasn’t there. His dark-colored eyes landed on Y/N and his lips curved into a smile seeing the glimmer in her eyes. He watches as her lip gloss-covered lips form into a smile making eye contact with him before mouthing to him.

“You got this.” He read her lips.

The rest of the performance was history as he could hear the sound of Noritoshi’s drums. When the two performed, it felt like a burst of energy that Choso couldn’t quite explain. It was like an adrenaline rush after going skydiving. The high after taking a drug. It was a magical feeling that Choso wanted to experience every time he discovered that he loved music.

Choso and Noritoshi joined the group and were met with applause. Geto was the first to speak with a smile on his face,” You guys are improving. Took note of my breath control tips.” He says as he sips from his beer.

“Of course, we wouldn’t have heard the last of it—if we didn’t,” Noritoshi gives Geto a sly grin. “I’m going to go get me something to drink.”

Geto checks the time on his phone, “I’m heading out to pick up the twins. Don’t be late for your shift tomorrow morning,” His finger pointed at Choso.

“Yeah, I should get going also. Don’t stay out too late, Y/N. You have a class to teach tomorrow,” Utahime hugs Y/N, and she eyes Choso up and down before walking with Geto and them to the exit.

“Did she give you a look when she hugged me?” Y/N asked as she sat in the seat that Utahime was formally sitting in.

“She did,” Choso admitted, nervously rubbing the back of his neck.

“She does that with all the guys I’m interested in.” She shrugs her shoulders carelessly. “She can be protective sometimes, but it’s only because I believe my mom gave her a detailed letter to do so.”

Choso's brains seem to stop at the thought of her mentioning guys she’s interested in. Did he make it so obvious that he was interested in Y/N that others could notice it? He sits across from her before speaking again, “I assume that she and your mother are close?” Choso asked.

“Yeah, two peas in a pod, according to Utahime.”

“It’s a small world, you know. We were bound to meet.” Choso leans forward with a grin that Y/N returns.

“Kinda like fate,” She’s leaning forward also, and Choso could get a whiff of her sweet flowery perfume that caused him to smile even harder.

His lips parted to speak, but the sound of his cell phone interrupted him. “I’m sorry, I have to take this. It’s probably my brother.” He excuses himself just in time for Noritoshi to join the table.

He walked to the side away from the table and pulled the phone to his ear. If the singer was going, to be honest, he didn’t even know the number that called him. He had this thing where he still answered unknown numbers because what if it was some music producer trying to contact him or something? The dread that hit his heart hearing his brother's voice on the other end. “What the hell Itadori? You know if you weren’t going to show, you could have given me a heads up on your whereabouts.”

“I got caught up in something,” Yuji’s voice trails off as he doesn't know how to explain to his brother the trouble he is currently in.

“Where the hell are you currently calling me from? I don’t recognize the number.” Choso points out. His nostrils flared in annoyance because he knew the answer Yuji was about to give him was going to piss him off even more.

“You have to promise to not get upset before I tell you because getting upset doesn’t solve anything. Just give you gray hairs and wrinkles at an early age. Which wouldn’t be a good look considering that you want to be this famous rockstar.” Yuji went rambling on.

“Fuckin’ tell me,” Choso exclaimed through gritted teeth.

“Police station. Currently getting my one phone call. They gave me a warning but said they would prefer for someone to pick me up. Mr. Nanami didn’t answer, so I’m calling you.”

Choso could sense that his brother had some nervous smile on his face on the other end. He knew that he called his boss Nanami Kento first because Nanami would just give him a lecture and go on about his business. Choso wouldn’t have found out that his younger brother missed his performance because he was at a police station. That if Choso was to ask him where he was tonight; he'd come up with a perfect lie just for Choso to brush it off.

“I’m on my way, I just have to ask Noritoshi if he can pack up by himself,” Choso answered. His eyes glances over at Noritoshi and Y/N talking, Noritoshi had brought her a drink from the bar.

Choso drags his feet across the floor in disappointed strides back to the duo. Noritoshi who was sipping from his pint of beer eyebrows narrowed at Choso’s long face. He knew his cousin so well that he knew something was wrong. With another huge gulp, Noritoshi clasp his hands together. “I’ll pack up and take it back to Suguru’s.”

“You’re a lifesaver. I’ll keep you posted on what’s going on.” Choso responds as Noritoshi collects his glass and went towards the backstage area.

Choso’s brown colored traveled to Y/N who was happily sipping at the fruity drink Noritoshi brought over. His eyes glossed with an apologetic look before he start speaking, “I’m sorry. But I have to go. My younger brother got himself in some trouble and I have to dig him out.” He rubs at the back of his neck before speaking. “I wanted to hang out with you a bit longer.”

With a precious smile, she says, “Then let’s go dig out your brother together.”

The older Choso that formerly used ‘well, I’m in a band’ his way into pussy—cock would twitch in whatever pair of dark-washed ripped jeans he wore. But this was new Choso. The responsible big brother who took his love life seriously because he wanted to be a good example for his younger brother. That meant not thinking with his cock that was in between his toned thighs and actually thinking with his brain. His brain would tell him, this isn’t a good idea. The two of them just met and she was about to meet his brother, who has a perfect life ahead of him but doesn’t have his head screwed on correctly. It wasn’t a good idea, she didn’t need to see the chaos in his life so soon.

“No, you do not need to come with me to just go lecture my brother’s head off.” He leans against the table a bit and gives her a dry chuckle. “That would be such a shitty first date.”

Y/N’s eyebrows raised at his words. Her fingers twirled the miniature umbrella in her fruity cocktail that Noritoshi wanted her to try ever so much. “Oh, so you were going to ask me out on a date?” Her teeth nibbled on her lips and once again Choso’s cock twitched in his pants.

No, she definitely can’t go with him to go get Yuji. Instead of having to worry about Yuji saying something stupid or doing something stupid. He needed to worry about himself. He craved a bit more seeing the way her mouth moves. Frankly, it was a bit unhealthy for him to even have these thoughts running in his mouth. After all, the two only just met last week. He didn’t even have the woman’s number. But dared to think about how she’ll look when she’s coming down from the best orgasm.

“Something like that. I did say we have three months to get to know each other.” He flirts back as if they were the only ones that mattered in the world. “But, I don’t think it’s fair for our first date to be of us babysitting my younger brother.”

Choso watched as she stood up fixing her jean skirt that hugged her lower half so perfectly. She took a couple more sips from her drink before grabbing a hold of Choso’s wrist and dragging him towards the exit and right by a curious Todo.

“Well, good thing you have three months to make up for the first date.” She giggles so beautifully that Choso felt himself blushing.

He simply knew because for some reason in his twenty-two years of living, when he blushed it never showed on his cheeks. Instead, the tips of his pierced ears would glow the lightest shade of crimson. Practically feel like they were burning off his fuckin’ head.

“The station isn’t that far away if you don’t mind the walk,” Choso pointed out. “Maybe fifteen minutes at most.” He checked his phone and then back at her.

“Lead the way.”

With that, the two started their walk toward the police station. Now that Y/N was with Chosos, he couldn’t angrily chew Yuji’s head off and threaten to kick his ass if he get arrested again. Instead, he’ll take a smoother approach. A cool Choso approach. He’ll talk calmly to him and figure out why he was there in the first place. He’ll make Yuji apologize and then they’ll go home.

“So, your brother? How old is he?” Y/N breaks Choso’s inner monologue of what he was going to say to Yuji.

“Eighteen and a pain in my ass.” Choso huffs. “Do you have any siblings?”

“I’m an only child.” Y/N points out. “It gets a bit lonely, so I guess that’s the reason why I decided to tag along. It’s nice to see you go help your brother out even if he gets himself in trouble.”

“Yeah, I figure it can get lonely. But I bet you were spoiled rotten,” He nudges at her shoulder.

“I mean yeah, but since my mom isn’t here anymore—my father was not hearing none of that.” Y/N chuckles to herself.

“I’m sorry for your lost.”

Silence overcame the two as they were walking down the street. Choso is on the side closest to the road like a gentleman. They walked ever so close together that occasionally their arms would brush against each other. He didn’t know what else to say. He experienced loss but didn’t particularly have the proper time to grieve due to the responsibility of taking care of Yuji being shoved upon him.

“I want to say that I grieved properly, but you never know when you fully heal,” Y/N speaks. “I’m doing something my mom was good at and I didn’t even get to meet her. So every time I do it, I think about her.” She grows quiet before letting out an embarrassed chuckle. “Sorry, for the trauma dumping.”

That silence returned, but it wasn’t a bad silence for Choso. It was a comfortable one that he could sit in for days. He glances over at her and the once cheery smile on her face disappears and an embarrassed look plastered on her face. He had a feeling she probably thought she overshared, but he didn’t mind. He wanted to get to know her. He wanted to peel off all the layers of her until she was bare—he wanted to know every layer no matter how thin or thick, no matter how traumatic or glorious. When he said they had three months to get to know each other, he meant it.

“Thank you.” Choso breaks the silence finally.

“For what?” Y/N’s eyebrows scrunched together to glance at him.

“For being comfortable enough to tell me that about you.” His lips curve into a smile. “I did say we have three months to get to know each other.” He reminds her.

“You did and you won’t let me forget about it,” Y/N says. “Now, it’s your time. Share something about yourself. It doesn’t have to be as deep as what I said.”

“Hm.” Choso thought for a second. “I’m a good skateboarder.” He adds. “Which caused me to break my arm.”

“Jesus Christ, did it hurt?” Y/N’s face was laced with concern as she followed next to Choso.

“I didn’t even notice or feel anything until I saw Noritoshi about to vomit at the sight of my arm just dangling like a wet ramen noodle,” Choso adds. “I kinda wish you were there to sign my cast though.” His lips formed a pout that made Y/N giggle.

That giggle made old Choso's cock twitch in his jeans again.

Get yourself together Choso. You’re acting like a hornball that hasn’t been laid in years.

“Please don’t break your arm just so I can sign your arm cast. It’s too hot to be wearing a cast also.” Y/N fans herself with her hand and Choso finally realized just how humid it was outside.

Japan’s summer was lethal if you weren’t used to it. But he just thought his sudden increase in body heat was due to how close he was to her. It didn’t cross his mind that it was due to the weather.

“I won’t. I can’t take you out with an ugly arm cast on anyway.” He says as he stopped in front of the police station.

“That is true, but I wouldn't mind at all.” She steps into the police station after he holds the door open for her.

When they stepped into the police station, it felt like one of those movie scenes where so much was going on at once. Officers scattered around trying to defuse the situation. Some take statements of people reporting crimes. Some tried to break up civilians who were close to chewing each other's heads off. Through the crowd of chaos, Choso spotted his nitwit of a brother sitting near one of the officers desking munching on snacks as if he were in paradise. Choso saw the spray paint on his fingertips and his clothing and immediately knew what type of trouble Yuji got himself in, again.

“I’ll just go sit down right there and wait for you two.” Y/N motions to the empty set of chairs near the entrance.

“Okay,” Choso flashes an apologetic smile before he’s letting his feet drag towards his brother who was giving the officer that Choso knew from the back of his head.

“Officer Kusakabe!” Choso exclaimed, causing the pair to turn for him.

“It’s Detective now,” Atsuya Kusakabe corrected as he folded his arms across his chest.

“Right, Detective.” Choso firmly says. “Thanks for letting him get off on a warning, again,” Choso responds. “I promise to have him send a very long apology letter for the inconvenience.” His eyes glared at Yuji who slumped in his seat at the words of an apology letter.

“Don’t even bother, I have caught on to this idiot copying and pasting the same letter. Just changing about one or two words.” The detective rolls his eyes. “But next time, he won’t just get a slap on the wrist because I may not be in here to save his ass again.”

“And what did he do this time?”

“Try to tag up some buildings,” Kusakabe explained. “They caught him right in the act. Spray cans in his hands and all, he still denied it.” He shrugs his shoulders. “Now get the hell out of here before I change my mind.” He tapped the desk and stood up to walk towards his office.

Choso couldn’t help but glare at his brother before scoffing and walking away. Yuji follows behind quickly, rambling on about how he won’t do it again. But Choso knew his brother, he’ll do it again. He was addicted to this—addicted to the feeling of getting his hand caught in the cookie jar. Choso didn’t understand why because it wasn’t like this before His grandfather died. It wasn’t like this when their mom was in the picture. Choso just didn’t understand the sudden flip of personality. It wasn’t like Yuji didn’t have much compared to maybe the average delinquent—he was interning for Nanami Kento. He was a good artist, also. But for some reason, he was an adrenaline junkie for shit that didn’t even benefit him.

Choso stopped in front of Y/N and felt Yuji crash into his backside at the sudden stop. “Let’s go, Y/N.”

When Yuji saw Y/N, the once puppy dog look of sympathy went away as he smiled at her—waving and then looking at his brother with a knowing look. Y/N stands up to follow the brothers out of the police station and then that was when Choso erupted like a volcano that hasn’t blown lava in years. His fist was clenched tightly.

“Tagging a building? Really Itadori?! You’re about to attend one of the best universities with one of the best art programs in Japan.” Choso points out. “You don’t need to do this. You have a good internship that pays you…I can’t keep bailing you out of every situation you put yourself into. Why are you doing this? Is it because of her?”

Yuji’s jaw clenched at those last words. That pierced his skin so quickly that he didn’t even know how to react other than agitation from the night heat and the fact that Choso was completely embarrassing him in front of a girl he hadn't even seen before. Hell, Choso has introduced him to countless girls—all of them a complete blur to Yuji.

He ignored his brother's questions and his attention fell on Y/N, who awkwardly stood there while her eyes were darting between the two brothers. Yuji stepped towards her and extended his hand for her to shake, “I’m Yuji Itadori, his brother.”

Y/N shakes his hand, “Y/N. I think I’m going to head home now, it seems you two need to talk some things out.” She points out before her fingers ran through her braids.

“I didn’t mean to intrude on you two—uh, date. So, I’m heading to Megumi’s. It was nice meeting you,” He flashes a grin before walking away before Choso can utter another word.

Through a glare of frustration and anger, Choso watches his younger brother disappear in the bliss of night as he walked in the direction of his Megumi’s house. They’ll have this talk when they get a chance. He’ll dig him out of trouble again because that’s what a big brother does. While they tiptoe over the simple fact that their mother didn’t want anything to do with them—their relationship was always going to be at odds.

“Shouldn’t you go after him?” Y/N questions as she steps forward to close the gap between herself and Choso.

“Why should I? We’ll only yell at each other.” Choso pointed out.

“You two should sit down and talk though.” She points out. “You shouldn’t go to sleep angry at someone you truly care about,” Y/N adds.

Choso never thought about it that way. The two brothers spent so many nights having a screaming match that he didn’t notice they never actually talked to each other. There was a huge ass elephant in the room and neither one of them wanted to address it.

He thumbs at his lip in deep thought before looking at her with a grin, “Are you hungry?” He asks just as his stomach grumbles in hunger.

“Don’t try to change the subject—” Y/N words were interrupted by the sound of her stomach. Her cheek heats in embarrassment before finishing her comment, “It’s so late, where are we going to find food?”

“You know, I’m so used to picking that brother of mine up from here. I found some hidden gems,” He extends his hand for her to take. “So, please let thee, Choso Kamo feed you.”

Y/N laughs at his words and takes his hand. “Lead the way before I die of hunger.” She let him drag her down a couple of blocks until they are in front of this onigiri restaurant.

Although it was around the time for nightclub stragglers to be tumbling out of clubs, the street food vendor had customers waiting in line for the savory food they sold. There were tables outside for people to enjoy their late-night snack under the Summer moonlight. As Choso grabbed some food, Y/N sat at one of the tables.

“You finally brought a girl for me to meet, you little shit!” The owner of the shop Ren exclaimed as he leaned against the counter.

“Do you have to yell that so loud? I don’t want to scare her away.” Choso dark colored eyes glance at Y/N at the table on her phone. “I actually like this one.”

“When did you meet her?” Ren asked as he was fixing Choso his usual.

“Not that long ago,” Choso admits and Ren stops mid-chop. “I mean, is that a bad thing to say? I just feel a real connection between us.”

“You sure you’re not thinking with your dick and balls?” Ren bluntly admitted raising his eyebrows at the young man in front of him.

“I’m thinking with my brain, heart, and dick.” Choso proudly admits with some childish lovesick smile on his face. “This one is on the house, right?” His head motions to the plate of onigiri.

“Of course,” Ren says while wiping his hands on the hand towel that was flung over his shoulder. “Oh yeah, that time when you and Noritoshi were drunk off your ass. You forgot your skateboard.” He walks around the counter to push the skateboard toward Choso.

“I thought I lost this damn thing,” Choso responds.

He had even brought a new board and all, but due to Noritoshi and his strict music-making schedule—he haven’t used it yet. With the food in one hand and skateboard under his arm, Choso made his way back to Y/N just in time for her to get off the phone. He had a suspicion that it was Utahime asking where Y/N was, but the look on Y/N’s face said the opposite. When she talked with Utahime, her face glowed with happiness. But this look was the complete opposite. It felt like a rainy cloud was suddenly hung over her head and when she saw Choso, her forced smile was like her putting an umbrella up so he wouldn’t get wet.

“Everything okay?” Choso questioned as he sat down across from her after placing everything down.

“Just my dad, being my dad,” Y/N explains before leaning forward. “I told myself, I was going to let him ruin my summer with his shenanigans.” She sighs.

“But he did.” Choso leans forward also, his elbows resting on the table. “And I don’t like that.”

Y/N grabs one of the onigiri and takes a bite out of it. Her eyes enlarge and she moans at the taste before swallowing. “I now understand why it’s so many here at this place at this time.”

“You’re changing the subject.” He points out while he picks up his share of the food.

“Now you see how I felt earlier.” She says. “It’s just he’s so protective for no exact reason—well, correction for a reason that I’m not even aware of. But I think it’s connected to my mom.”

“But didn’t you say your mom passed away,” Choso says.

“She did when I was like a baby. Hardly got to meet the lady, but she somehow passed her dancing genes down to me.” She laughs and Choso couldn’t help but smile. “I’m not even sure how she passed, no one talks about it. I can’t even find an article about it.”

“Not even Utahime?” Choso bites into his food.

“I haven’t talked about it with her.” She shrugs her shoulders. “I just chalked it up as they’ll tell me when they think I’m ready. I don’t know, bringing it up when I suppose to be focusing on dance right now—isn’t a good idea.”

“No distractions.” Choso points out with a shit-eating grin.

“Yeah, no distractions.” She repeats making eye contact with the long-haired male in front of her. “But on a lighter note, how come it’s only you and Noritoshi in your band?”

“Because we haven’t found the right members,” Choso says. “We want a third member, preferably a bass player. Just haven’t found the right person that fits our vibe. But, Suguru has been helping us with that. We have a new employee starting at the record shop next week and he thinks they play bass guitar.”

“You think they’re any good?” Y/N asked him.

Choso shrugged. “Suguru’s very picky on who he wants to work at his shop, so he must see something special in them.”

“Speaking of him, he looks so familiar…” Her voice trails off as she tried to remember when she saw Geto’s face at.

“Yeah, he was some famous rock artist until he adopted his manager’s daughters and decide that the rockstar life no longer is for him,” Choso explained. “He still has many people approaching him up to this day. But I think most know that he just wants to live a normal life again.”

“That makes sense. Especially considering that he has the twins to raise now.” Y/N smiles. “That’s sweet of them, he wants them to have a normal life out of the spotlight.”

Y/N eyes travel down to the skateboard next to Choso’s foot and she looks at him, “Is this the one you fell off of and broke your arm?”

Choso glances at the board and then at her and nods, “Yup. Want to try it?”

“For me to break a bone? No. Plus I don’t know shit about skateboarding.” She laughs before shaking her head. “Thanks, but no thanks.”

“I’m not going to let my pretty little ballerina break some bones.” He pushes himself out of the seat and places the skateboard further out away from the table. “Come on, you trust me right?”

“Despite us not knowing each other for that long…oddly enough, I do.” She stands out and stands in front of him.

The two of them were only inches apart, the space in between them was the single skateboard on the ground. The two made eye contact and Choso felt the tip of his ears grow hot and he knew they were as red as a ripe tomato. He wanted Y/N, he wanted Y/N so bad.

“Oddly enough, I think I may have some fuckin’ crush on you.”

Those words stung Choso’s tongue because he never actually did crushes, hell—he didn’t even bother to invest in a relationship. But here he was admitting to having some crush on a girl that he most likely won’t see after the summer was over.

“And, you don’t have to respond to that now. But just know that if any guy catches your attention this summer. They’ll have to get through me and have major competition.”

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dejwrites · 2 years

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❪ 🛹 ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ summer of 22' ⠀ 〳 ⠀ c.kamo ‵

Y/N L/N moves to Japan for the summer alongside her ballet coach and godmother Utahime Iori to attend a huge ballet convention for many ballerinas around the world. Entering the summer with just ballet on her mind, those priorities are put to the side when she meets record player shop employee and skateboarder Choso Kamo. The two of them being opposite of a coin seem to mesh together perfectly after Y/N stumbles into the shop he works at out of pure curiosity. Which was the start of both of them having the summer of their lifetime. A summer filled with fun, ballet, skateboarding, friendship, and obviously love. What could possibly go wrong during the Summer of 22'.

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── warnings: non-curse/sorcerer au, opposite attracts trope, summer fling trope, profanity usage, drug usage, alcohol usage, ballerina!reader, college au, fluff, angst, crack/humor, slight ooc choso, mentions of mental illnesses, mentions of death, mentions of broken bones/bruises, norotoshi and choso are cousins cause i said so, first & second-years trio are aged up for plot, the adults in the jjk world are actually responsible adults that just want to guide the youngins lol, mentions of retired rockstar!geto suguru, smut warnings consists of [and subject to change] oral (both m & f receiving), soft smut, missionary position, aftercare scenes, descriptive descriptions of making out scenes, fingering, more smut warning will be added as chapters come out.

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fmhobeus · 1 month

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so, nerdy loser college boy choso *sighs* *opens legs*

a/n: just so you know, this man is gonna make you do all the hard work for a piece of that loser boy dick 😮‍💨 so... um so at some point around 2000 words in i realised this is way more than a hc post :3 eat it up if you will!

nerdy!choso who borderline has no friends except his gaming buddies who doesnt meet irl like ever. he doesnt like going to classes, especially this one. he doesnt need it but it's a requirement for all first years. and boy is glad it is when he sees you come in.

nerdy!choso who only listens to discussions when you're talking. suddenly he needs to put down his headphones and nod at every word you're saying. his eyes follow every gesture of your hand, every sway of your ass, every single time you fix your hair.

nerdy!choso who is starting to get a bit enamored with you, your style, your way of speaking. he loses track of time gawking at you in class from the last benches as you prettily do all the work in the class. he hates how beautifully your hair falls on your face, how nicely your clothes fit you despite being pretty modest for college. he hates how he can see the silhouette of your tits when you turn to the side. but he's too much of a gentleman to keep looking.

nerdy!choso who ends a game early when he remembers you, lying and saying that he had promised someone to meet them somewhere. the place is his bathroom and the person was you. god, you really shouldn't wear those tight jeans to class y'know? how will he continue to be a gentleman if you do?

nerdy!choso who despises groupwork but prays to dear god this class has some reason to pair you two together. he's getting so desperate to talk to you knowing damn well he too pussy to do it on his own. and the lord answers his prayers, the teacher assigns groups of three for a presentation. it's you, him and some slacking trust fund baby.

nerdy!choso who is about to combust and have a full blown panic attack when he sees you approach him after class with that smile on your face that would make the angels swoon. you're going on about distributing the work equally and what not while he is trying his fucking hardest to not accidently make eye contact with you and piss his pants : (

nerdy!choso who now has your name, your number and your email and he feels like the happiest man on earth. his hands are literally shaking as he responds to your request to call. he's overthinking every word he types.

choso: yeah i can do wednesday. choso: i'll be okay with whatever day you want.

nerdy!choso who hops on video call and short circuits with a view of you in an oversized band tee and a brief view of your room. why did you have to be this pretty? why did you have to video call him when you couldve done the work on text? why did you have to put your hair up like that? why oh why did you have you say "choso? hey, you there?" so seductively to bring him back to the present?

nerdy!choso who gets like no work done in a 30 minute call which felt like three hours. he knew he would hardly be paying attention so decided to record the call with your consent, saying he'd need the notes you were typing out on screen only to play it back and stroke his dick to you for what might've have been the twentieth time this week. his strokes only getting faster as you say his name in that voice he imagines sounds way better moaning and screaming it instead.

nerdy!choso who, after the presentation, is on greeting terms with you when he sees you studying in the library. he sits as far away from you as he can while still being able to see you. occupying the coziest corner of the library to stare at you study right when you come up to him.

"can i join you, choso? i'm all alone and your space seems comfy" you say with a smile, "of course, i dont mean to disturb you, is saw you were on your own too, so..."

uh oh, uh oh, uh oh. god no. please no. please dont say yes. please dont be staring at her like some dumb idiot (too late) please.

"uh... yeah sure why not?" he awkwardly says as he makes room for you to keep your things. he was such an idiot for thinking he could say no to your pretty face in the first place.

nerdy!choso who is absolutely drunk on your scent. it feels way better than any alcohol he's ever had. he feels like an animal in heat when he smells your sugary perfume mixed with the styrofoam-y air conditioned smell of the library. you're gonna kill him, yknow? how is he supposed to respond to this? what is one to do when their stupid college crush sits next to them? he gives you a half smile before furiously typing away on reddit, the only place with answers for losers like him.

nerdy!choso whose hands. oh his hands. (can be i a big whore for a second?) his long hands that feel like they're the size of your face. his kempt, beautiful and trimmed nails. his lengthy fingers that seem to yearn for something more to foddle with than just the keyboard or controller. he typed as such an insane pace it made your pussy ache. he was going so fast, jesus. those hands were meant to do more than just ask "how to talk to girls" on reddit.

nerdy!choso who (on the advice of reddit) asks if you would want him to order something for you. you tell you had a frappuccino not too long ago and that it was quite sweet and filling. and he hates himself for thinking that he could give you something much sweeter and filling than that like a horny fourteen year old.

nerdy!choso who is now determined to not come off as a creep so he does his work with the focus of four adderalls. he is typing as fast as his heartbeat, not realising he got two classes worth of work done in just an hour. he looks over at you, blissfully unaware of the absolute war in his mind.

nerdy!choso who feels as though if he doesn't muster up the courage to ask you out right then and there, he'll probably be the biggest loser on the planet. (as if he wasn't already)

nerdy! pathetic! choso who stutters a million times and barely gets the job done then too. his eyes are scanning your entire being (trying his best to not gawk at your tits) for any sign of discomfort.

"so- uhh so ummm... wo-would you, like, uh... like to do this again? sometime?... i got a.. a lot of work done today, so.."

oh heavens, the sheer nervousness in his tone makes you want to pull his pants down and show him how to really get work done.

you agree with a smile, even suggesting a better, more ambient (more romantic) cafe to study in. choso's heart is about to burst and flood the fucking library with his blood the way it is beating at an alarming rate.

"umm yeah uh 5 sounds... awesome... i hope it isn't a-a bother to you?" "no way, choso. i loved today," you offer him a smile as you gather your things, "i really like your hair, by the way" "i like your hair too, y-y-you smell very nice", he gulps.

fuck. why did he say that? what? you smell nice? who says that? is he like ten? you can't help but giggle at the sheer embarassment on his face.

he feels as though he's gonna melt into a puddle and turn to stone and throw up all at the same time.

nerdy!choso who is the most stupidly hot guy you've ever met, you think as you go giggling back to your dorm. mental note: pick a skimpy outfit for 5pm ;)

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ridingthatd · 3 months

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the way choso/sukuna would definitely say those exact same words, have the same exact look on their eyes as theu fingers your pussy with their long, thick fingers for the first time, as their thumb stroke your sensitive clit, pinch it. their eyes lustfuly watching the way wetness gush out your tight little pussy.

"it's so warm, so good i want it around my cock". "does this feel good? where? here?". "more more i want to hear more of your sounds". "is every human this sensitive or is it just your pretty little pussy?".

their eyes widen as soon as your back arch, and thighs tremble as you squirt out with a scream, hot stream leaving your pussy and spilling on their face- they whimper once they feels the hot liquid, opening their mouth wide, drinking in the hot liquid that kept gushing out, your body shakes- you cry ashamed and turned on by what's happening.

your stream kept going- making their eyes roll back into their skull and cumming undone on your bed sheets, locking their mouth into your tiny pee opening just below your clit, drinking in every last drop.

you lay down twitching every once in awhile as their hot breath lands on your pussy, you wanted to die from how embarrassed you felt- ashamed that you had peed, squirt on them.

"one more please?" they whispers into your pussy giving it kitten licks, staring at you.

we all write about how sukuna wouldn't be a virgin but if we think about it, sukuna definitely wouldn't be sexually active especially, or at least he wouldn't know yet about all the filthy kinks that exist now but it didn't exist at his time so ;3

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everythingseasoning · 5 months

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We’ve Met Before, pt 1

// Reader x Choso fanfiction

…Little do you know that you and Choso were lovers in a past life.

CH. 1 SUMMARY …Little do you know that you and Choso were lovers in a past life. When you meet Choso, at a college party of all places, you can’t help but feel enamored. Unfortunately, murders and missing person cases have also been popping up around your college campus, disrupting the lifestyle of all those at Jujutsu University— and the latest case has been brewing closer than you’d think. Your lying, cheating ex Sukuna, is also running around freely and trying to prevent any semblance of finding love in your life.

Tags: This fic has CURSES and SORCERERS, but the characters are also students at JUJUTSU UNIVERSITY // ~1.7k

Warnings: Cheating ex, blood & canon violence, emotionally abusive ex, borderline NSFW but not with reader

We’ve Met Before Masterlist || Chapter 1 || Chapter 2 ||

‘he seems so lonely’

Nobara drags you closer towards the Frat house’s entrance as the soles of your shoes scuff against the ground from your resistance. You feel heat on your feet, the friction of rubber and cement underneath you. You swat at Nobara’s hand— ceasing your actions immediately as your friend’s sharp brown eyes meet yours in a stern glare.

“Come on you loser, have fun for once!” Nobara cranks.

“This isn’t fun for me, Noba,” you say, your tone low and loose. The sadness you’d been feeling all day hadn’t gone away, and you doubted that a party would do the trick. Parties are full of heated but temporary connections, and you would rather stay in your single dorm room and wallow sadly, instead of awkwardly wander ‘round a noisy frat party.

“You’re such a wet blanket. Drop the attitude and just maybe tonight you’ll find somebody who treats you right!”

Your depressive state is overtaken by irritation. “Seriously? There won’t be a decent guy at a fucking frat party. In fact—” You scowl at Nobara, “It’s just the kind of place Sukuna would be at, did you forget?”

Nobara’s gaze softens a little upon seeing involuntary tears spring up in your eyes. Your friend speaks, her voice a level nicer, “I managed to reach Yuji a few hours ago, over the phone, and he said Sukuna would be gone this weekend, for the football team’s away game.”

Relief melts into your body like smooth, sweet chocolate on the tongue. “Thank god,” you whispered, memories of your awful ex spinning violently in your mind… 

One week ago:

“Sukuna?” You called out, stepping into the men’s bathroom of Jujutsu East’s dormitory wing. Your voice was completely inaudible though, the booming music obscuring any trace your existence— and that’s when you heard it, underneath the muffling chorus:

Moaning. A guy’s moan. A rich, low, seductive voice cursed, “Fuck, doll-face, you’re sucking me off so well, hmm?”

You knew that lilting, rumbling voice anywhere.

You froze, stiffening in shock and denial. You listened: A rustle of curtains, the metal rings clinking. —A thud, a body pushed against a wall. A wet noise, followed by slapping noises.

“Mm, ahh, ooh fuck, Sukuna!”

“Doll-face—ugh—Shut up. Can’t have nobody hear us, you dumb slut.”

You felt your legs turn into jelly, but you stood still, unable to move. Musical groans played in the air around you. Just yesterday, you’d been the one to pull those sweet melodies from him.

—

Sure, you knew from early on in your relationship that Sukuna wasn’t the one for marriage. But before Sukuna you’d been isolated, stuck in an abusive relationship of six years. When you’d met Sukuna, you were exhausted from your miserable ex Charlie, who just tolerated you.

In Charlie’s eyes, you couldn’t do anything right— that was the message you gleaned from every sigh and every complaint Charlie had for you. With every meal you cooked, with every conversation you two had, and with every gift you brought him, you disappointed him, daily. Throughout the years with Charlie, you reasoned that he was just a sad person who expected you to fix all his misery, and you felt pity for him. So you tried to help him, fix his mindset, and show him love. You desperately wanted him to be happy. But after six long years, you couldn’t do it any longer— because nothing was ever enough, and you couldn’t keep up with all his criticisms and tantrums— you didn’t make him happy, and you didn’t make him proud. You were a useless loser in his eyes.

—

You felt yourself flinch in the memory, doom crawling on your skin from how badly six years with him had fucked you up.

After that relationship had ended, you needed to feel wanted again. You needed the warmth of somebody’s skin and touch, the soft praise of somebody kind.

And Sukuna didn’t seem that bad at first— he had actually been so good. He answered your calls every night and listened to you rant about your day; he asked about your hobbies, let you pick out movies to watch together every week, bought you baked goods just because, and he picked you up whenever you wanted to hang out.

But it was like he had two sides to him. There was one that was encouraging when you felt low and insecure, the guy who held you tightly against his large, sturdy chest, whispering promises that he’d “make all the pain go away.” The Sukuna who told you that you were strong and brave to get out of your past shitfire of a relationship… And then there was the Sukuna that eyeballed other girls when you were with him, the Sukuna whose reputation preceded him (“he’s a player, __, get out while you can”), the Sukuna who was now dick-deep in another girl. Turns out, he was also a misfire of a relationship. A liar.

—

A long groan echoed through the marble walls of the men’s bathroom, and the slapping noises were no more.

“Alright, get out of here, I’ve got to get ready for the date with my main bitch tonight.”

You heard a huff before the whish of the curtain sounded, and that’s when you bolted.

Sukuna had blown up your phone for days after, but you’d avoided him like the plague for the past week. He stopped texting just after a couple of days, which really showed you how little you’d meant to him. Still, you couldn’t bear the thought of him seeing you, even in passing.

—

“Hey, girl, you alright?” Nobara’s voice is suddenly loud, and you come back to the moment, seeing her wave her hands in front of your face. You swallow thickly, before blinking. Fat tears are let loose and run down your face.

“No. I wanna go back to the dorms,” you croak out. Nobara stares at you for a couple of seconds before her gaze hardens.

“No. If I let you do that, you’ll just sulk all night. I won’t let that happen.”

You glare at Nobara. “Look, I know you’re just trying to help, but—”

Before you can finish your sentence, Nobara tugs you through the open door, and you fall forward, bumping into somebody—

“Hey-” you hear a raspy, low voice.

When you look up, dark brown eyes mesmerize you. A pale skinned guy is looking down at you with a confused expression, two ponytails poking out from his head cutely. Most strikingly, he has some rough eyebags, and purple lines run down and across his face. Tattoos? you wonder as you drink in his face. Something is different, though, about this interaction— your heart seems to beat a bit too quickly, because something about him seems way too familiar. Is it his eyes? You’re staring into them, pools of smooth darkness that murmur quietly, simmering with secrets you want to listen to; He seems so lonely— You swear, you’ve seen these eyes before—

You stand completely still, enamored, as your eyes dart across his face, absorbing the face of this mysterious stranger.

You feel like the other half of your heart is standing right in front of you.

A couple of seconds have passed when you realize that he’s been studying you right back.

You snap out of your trance, blinking quickly and looking away, Whoa. That was weird. I’ve never taken in somebody’s face like this before—! Wait, he was curious about me, too, right—? Your heart flutters at the thought.

“Wow, you guys really need to fuck each other tonight,” You hear Nobara say, and you whip to face her, wide-eyed in horror, just to see your friend smirking at you, a mischevious look on her face.

“Noba, shut the hell up, oh my god,” you gasp, and Nobara runs away, leaving you alone with the mysterious stranger. You watch her leave and squirm internally, anxious, before turning to look back at the guy. “I’m sorry for staring! I’m __. I just, erm, you just— do you— do I know you?”

He’s staring at you, in disbelief, almost like he’s looking at the fountain of youth. You both continue to stare at each other, and though it should be an awkward moment, you feel like you can feel what he’s feeling, like you know what he’s thinking: Who are you? What are you to me?

His voice comes back deep and melodic, “I’m Choso. Choso Kamo. I don’t remember us meeting before. But–”

A shrill scream pierces the air before Choso can get another word out. You whip your head to the origin of the noise, and see a girl bloody on the floor, torn limbs by her side, two arms laying next to her. Your eyes blow wide in shock: she’s facing the ceiling, screaming her head off, and people are already rushing past you, running towards the exit.

It hits you like a truck, pure terror pulsing through your entire being— This is one of those crimes that have been happening lately, where people have been having their limbs torn off mysteriously. The girl continues her blood curdling screams as you stare in horror, your head spinning. Your heart is racing a mile a minute and yet you just— can’t— move— No, no, no, no —

You notice now that Choso is gone too, probably out the door and halfway down the lawn at this point. So much for love at first sight. Blood rushes through your ears, muffling out your surroundings, and your skin runs cold, the vicious sight before you keeping you frozen. The world feels like it's been flipped upside down. You were never one to stomach violence.

Is this where I die? You think.

Before you can do anything to get yourself to safety, you’ve blacked out.

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Do not plagiarize my writing. Characters are of Gege Akutami’s work, Jujutsu Kaisen. All fanfiction ideas and writings are my own.

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nanaslutt · 9 days

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Thinking about inexperienced Choso accidentally doing the knee thing during a makeout sesh

ʚ cont: afab reader, making out, dry humping, sexual tension, dirty talk, teasing, first time orgasming (Choso), cumming untouched, cumming in pants (Choso and reader)

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You lay back against Choso's hard chest, his head on your shoulder and his arms wrapped around your torso as you lay on your bed together, catching up on some show the two of you have been watching. After watching about 4 or 5 consecutive episodes, the familiar "Are you still watching?" question showed on the screen, making you sigh.

"Whoever created this idea sucks, of course I'm still watching." You mumbled under your breath, beginning to lean your body off of Choso's to reach for the remote. Little did you know, Choso had been aching to kiss you all day. He knew the two of you usually ended up sharing kisses when you were alone like this, and each time it happened only increased his neediness for the next time you were together as he began to expect it as he did now.

Choso kept his arms tightly wrapped around your torso, preventing you from leaning forward. You were jolted back against his chest, your eyes going wide when you realized you were stuck. A smile grew on your face when Choso plopped his forehead down on your shoulder, burying his face in the crook of your neck as he blushed furiously, hoping you would catch on to what he wanted so he didn't have to say it.

You turned your head to face him and cupped his neck with your warm hand, pressing his face against you. "Cho, how am I meant to move when you hold onto me so tightly, huh?" You teased, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. Choso's eyebrows furrowed against your skin when he felt the familiar touch of your lips on him. He tentatively raised his head and looked into your eyes, his cheeks already a deep crimson red, eyebrows furrowed in a desperate look.

You kept your hand on his warm neck, feeling his pulse race under your fingertips. You smiled and licked your lips, staring back and forth between his eyes. Choso's breath was already picking up as the tension began to grow between the two of you. Choso swallowed hard as he looked between your eyes and your plush lips, looking like they were begging to be kissed.

You leaned in ever so slightly, lips grazing against his, your body feeling hot when his arms tightened around your body as you did so. "Tell me what you want Choso." You whispered, your hot breath tickling his lips. Choso's lips were parted slightly expectantly, his breathing now more audible. "I wanna kiss." He replied, his fingers curling into your shirt that covered your stomach.

You bit your lip, your nose tapping against his as you continued to tease him. "Yeah? You wanna kiss me?" You whispered, turning your head to the side as you readied yourself. Choso's eyes fluttered softly as he nodded, his eyelids already feeling heavy even without touching you. Choso let out a noise of surprise when you pressed your lips against his. His thighs twitched ever so slightly with the need to press his legs together, but you were between them, so he couldn't.

Choso felt his brain turn to mush as you massaged your lips against his, soft barely there sounds getting caught in your throat making him go crazy. Choso never broke the connection even when he released your body in his arms and slowly slid out from behind you, maneuvering your body so you were against the pillows he was just laying against. They were warm with his body heat, feeling welcoming as Choso placed himself between your thighs, on top of you.

Your chest rose and fell heavily as he dragged his large hands up and down your body, your shirt riding up as he played with your sides, touching you everywhere he could. Choso loved kissing, the sensation of his lips intertwining against yours combined with the feel of your body and the sounds you made when you kissed him took over his brain completely, trampling over and pushing out any and all other thoughts.

You wrapped your legs around his waist instinctually, making Choso whine at how good your body felt against him. His hands itched with the need to touch you higher up each time he caressed your torso. Your chest rose and fell heavily against him, your back slightly arching off the bed each time he overpowered his tongue with yours, making you feel dizzy.

Choso was a bit shy when it came to intimate activities, up until he was actively participating in them, then his instincts took over and he became more confident. You and Choso had been dating for a few months and had never gone past heavy petting and kissing, but you would be lying if you said your body didnt ache to go further with him.

You placed your hands on his shoulders and slowly slid them around to his back, grabbing the nape of his neck with one hand while your other disappeared under the collar of the back of his shirt. Choso's eyes rolled back in his sockets at the touch, even though his eyes were closed. He felt that same familiar ache build itself up deep in his stomach, and the position he was in was giving him no relief.

His pelvis was close to being pressed against yours, but it wasn't, leaving his unknowingly throbbing cock to twitch against the confines of his boxers with little to no friction. You lightly raked your nails over the skin of his back, feeling his hard muscles under your hands as the kiss increased in fervor, getting more intense.

Choso took it upon himself to adjust his position a bit, sliding one of his legs to the side a bit so his pelvis was against the bed and the underside of your thigh. You smiled against Choso's lips, feeling how needy his tongue was getting against yours. You were caught off guard when you felt a strong thigh press firmly against your cunt, making your lips separate from his in an embarrassingly loud whine.

Choso stopped kissing you to look at your expression, worried he might've hurt you. With furrowed eyebrows and a fucked out expression, you reached both hands between your bodies and pressed them agaisnt his thigh, trying to ignore how hard you were throbbing against his leg. "I'm sorry, are you okay?" Choso gasped, not yet realizing what had happened.

"Choso, your knee." You whined out breathlessly, pressing against his thigh again, silently begging for him to let up before you lost control. You were already holding back enough. Choso's eyebrows furrowed in confusion as he looked between your bodies to see his thigh tightly against your cunt, and your hands pressing above where you were connected.

Choso immediately pulled his leg back and apologized, slotting his leg back to its original position. You saw the muscles in his jaw bulge out under the weight of his teeth as he looked away in embarrassment, worried he had ruined the mood. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.. touch you there." Choso apologized, darting his eyes back over to yours every so often.

You wrapped your hands around his neck and pulled him against your shoulder, forcing his head to be buried in the crook of your neck. This abrupt action surprised Choso, he placed his hands on your hips and waited for you to speak, focusing on how loud your heart was beating against him. "No, it's okay. It.. it felt good." You whispered, turning your head against his ear, your lips grazing his skin.

Choso felt that same familiar heat build-up in his tummy again at your confession, it was getting unbearable. This is usually where the two of you stopped when he felt a little too worked up for his own good. But this time, he didn't want to stop, he wanted to see where this would go. "It felt... good?" He questioned, staring at the bedsheets in front of him as he lay on your shoulder.

You nodded, pressing a kiss to the shell of his ear that sent a shiver down his spine. "You can put it back if you want." You suggested, making Choso shut his eyes and take a deep breath. He didn't know much about pleasuring others or even himself, but he knew the type of "good" you were talking about was much like the one he felt when he pressed his crotch against the sheets, or your leg when you kissed.

Choso pulled his head up from your shoulder and brought his face agaisnt yours, a hair length away from your lips. You grabbed his face and looked into his eyes for a moment before you pulled him against you by his cheeks, forcing your lips together in a kiss. The kiss was just as needy and hasty as before as the two of you opened your mouth against one another in a sloppy makeout.

Choso swallowed hard before he started moving his leg again, trying to remember the position he had it in. When you felt his thick thigh press against your throbbing clit again, you gasped into his mouth, a sound he eagerly swallowed up, his face growing redder at the sound.

You felt dizzy as your back arched against him, your hands once again wrapping around his neck for support. You squeezed your legs around his thigh and relished in the feeling of your clit getting stimulated from the pressure alone. Choso could feel he felt something twitch against his leg, but he had no idea what it could be, all he knew was that it made his own problem feel ten times worse.

Choso started kissing you more intensely, his own cock being stimulated against the sheet and the underside of your leg once more. You whimpered into his mouth, your hips twitching agaisnt him, ever so slightly rubbing your cunt against his leg. "This feels really good." Choso gasped into your mouth, feeling the heat in his tummy boil up within him.

You nodded, making a sound of agreement into his mouth. You felt like you were seconds away from cumming, you couldn't believe how aroused you were. Your whole body burned with pleasure and arousal as you sloppily kissed into Choso's mouth, the kiss being more tongue and teeth than anything.

You felt that familiar pressure build up in your abdomen, making your thighs twitch and your body curl against him. Choso increases the pace of his kissing, his lips now moving jerkily and unceremoniously against your thigh. "Choso-" You whined against his lips, both of you now panting and whining into the other's mouth. Choso felt like something was going to happen, and he didn't want to stop, he needed to feel whatever this was leading to.

His fingers dug into your hips as his lips started parting against yours, as did your own against his. Both of your moans and pants grew silent as you gasped against the other's mouth. It was only still for a moment before the two of you came crashing down. Your body shook with pleasure as you came in your panties, your abdomen curling in against Choso and twitching as you orgasmed on his thigh.

Choso's head fell into the crook of your neck as he came, hot spurts of cum being released into his pants. With each rope of cum he released, his hips would cant involuntarily against your own. Choso groaned and gasped against you, his head going numb as sheer, white pleasure wracked through his entire body and overwhelmed all of his senses.

The two of you gasped and whined heavily as you came down from your highs, fighting to catch your breath and recover. Your bodies were limp against each other, but you still held each other tight, not wanting to separate just yet. "That felt so... so good," Choso whined into your neck, a shiver wracking down his spine. You nodded against his shoulder, raking your hands through his messy hair. "Uh-huh...so good." You replied, equally as fucked out as you nodded dumbly, breathing heavily with Choso's full weight resting against your body.

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http-tokki · 2 months

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don't go insane

~ choso kamo x fem!reader (tattoo artist choso au) ~tags/cw: mature content, lil smut, explicit language, talking about the pains of being a woman (iud, pap smear etc), aged up yuji. ~ mixed/third pov ~ wc: 2.5k ~ part of need to know fic: chptr one

~a/n: very small chapter because believe it or not, this took so much mental effort to get out, I could not figure out how to progress it past the initial meeting but the next part is coming soon, this is a lil taster

Saturo was no help. A constant barrage of jokes flooded your phone screen in every form possible, with an encouraging text from Suguru slipping into the stacking text notifications, the former however was no help. The little goblin made of nightmares named Anxiety settled into the walls of your stomach, poking at the fleshy, spongey insides and giggling each time you clenched your fist. The repetitive motion usually calmed the nervousness, a habit developed in early childhood that had so far in life been a great distraction from the impending doom that seemed to encompass you each time you stepped a foot outside your front door, but today it was no help at all. Afraid of looking silly in front of two rather attractive men you find yourself abandoning the action in favour of a more discrete tactic, one you had vowed to give up in response to the scar tissue that had built along the inside of your bottom lip.

Getting out of the house these days was a little tougher and required more effort and energy to step out into the world and socialise, and that was okay; at least, that’s what your therapist tells you each time you fork over two hundred and thirty dollars for a sixty-minute session. It is all right to be a little uneasy when going out into the world because everyone else is just as unconfident in their footing, and you can only control your actions; the decisions made by others are uncontrollable and unplanned, and that’s okay. It’s all okay, it’s all fine. Fine. You feel your lips pull down into a frown.

“Hey, you all right?” a voice asks from your left.

You turn to face the voice and are greeted by the smiling boy who had greeted you.

“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks,” a sigh whooshes from your body. “Just a little nervous about being alone is all.” You feel your mouth mirror the smile he gives you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Yuji!” the boy beams and leans further over the counter. “And don’t worry, Choso is very chill; he’ll even let you pick the music if you ask!”

You genuinely smile at his childlike demeanour, and your stomach knots loosen a tad. Yuji is warm, his energy comforting and familiar as if you had met him once before, and come to think of it, he did look rather familiar to someone you had met when you were younger.

“Have we met be-“

“Did you want to – ohh, sorry. You first,” Yuji stumbles over his words, pausing and gesturing you to finish your thought.

“I was just going to ask if we’ve met before, You’re familiar.”

Yuji beams at your question but shakes his head, pink hair falling over his forehead. “I don’t think so, I would have remembered such a pretty face.”

Warmth blooms in your cheeks at the blatant flirting, and you’re flattered and maybe a little too old for him.

“Can you stop flirting with my client?” Choso walks into the foyer, holding stencils, ID, and consent forms in one hand, and a pair of grey slippers in the other. The shoes looked a little too small for someone of his size but they could just be normal size and look tiny in his gigantic hand.

Locking eyes with your artist, you finally get a good look at him and he is unnervingly beautiful in a way that you never thought anyone could be. Deep shadows cradle tired mulberry-hued eyes that are framed with thick lashes that fill you with no end of envy, and his face is exhausted and gaunt, yet the fullness of his cheeks and lips suggest that he is healthy and not malnourished in any way apart from sleep maybe. A raised but old scar ran over his nose, tinted a slightly darker shade than his porcelain complexion, but it was the imperfection, the rip in what is undeniably a beautiful artwork of a human, that made him all the more gorgeous and the hair, oh god, his hair. Raven-coloured locks fell to just above his shoulders in messy layers and pushed back from his face with a zig-zag headband that had your chest heating in both envy and desire.

More heat spreads across your face, tinting your ears in a soft blush at the heavy emphasis on possessive adjectives, and you know he doesn’t mean it that way, but you can’t help your heart's racing.

Yuji frowns, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

“She could be my client,” he turns back to you, eyes wide in asking “and Cho can supervise, I need the training.”

You frown, dramatic apology written across your features as you look towards Choso. In any other instance, you would be willing to sit for an apprentice but you had been wanting something done by Kamo for months now and as much as you didn’t want to disappoint Yuji, you wanted Choso’s work more.

“Not today, bro. I’m sorry.,” Choso beats you to the punch, slashing through his apprentice’s hopes to tattoo and score a date with one clean strike. “Ask Yuki when she comes in; she’ll let you.”

Yuji’s pout deepens, and you can’t deny he is cute, but maybe next time, when you need a little filler or you have some cash to spare. You share a frown with the pink-haired boy and turn to Choso, careful to avoid eye contact as he holds out your identification card and the pair of slippers.

“These are for you if you want to change out of the boots.” His eyes flick down to the heavy Doc Martens that adorn your feet. “You can go into the room, I’ve just gotta grab a few things from the storeroom.”

Oh, that’s why they were so small. You accept the shoes and card with a shy smile, thanking him quietly for the unnecessary kindness with the borrowed slippers and follow him down the small hallway. You want to say something, a small joke to fill the silence, but nothing comes to mind, your brain suddenly devoid of any thoughts other than how much you wanted him to pin you against a wall. Fire twists in your gut at that image. Strong tattooed hands pinning yours above your head as his mouth trails down your neck, nipping at the delicate skin of your throat, then collarbones, then chest. How easily he could rip the front of your dress open, hands groping and mouth biting.

“I’m just gonna duck out to grab some more ink cups but make yourself comfy. You can sit wherever until we put the stencil on.” Choso stops in the doorway of his space, gesturing into the room with an open palm. “Bathroom is down the hall” he jabs behind him with his thumb.

With a shaky breath in, you nod and step into the room, carefully avoiding any contact you might have with him in fear of possibly melting into nothing but a puddle of blood and bones. He gives you a tight smile before disappearing down the hall. How were you meant to have him tattoo you if you could barely hold it together when there was space between you both? Your skin is burning, tingling with whatever it was he made you feel and there was an ache so deep in your chest it hurt, but all those things could be anxiety, could be caused by the fact you were out of your element and not by the fact you were about to be tattooed by the most gorgeous human you had ever seen. Or maybe it was your body telling you that you needed to get dicked down by Choso Kamo. But anxiety and horny go hand in hand, right?

“Can you relax for me?” Choso’s request is soft and accompanied by small taps along your spine as he readies your skin for the stencil.

A shaky breath leaves your lungs as you whisper a sorry and roll your shoulders forward in an attempt to shed the stiffness that had taken over your entire body the instance Choso’s fingers brushed across your skin.

Your poor body has not known relaxation since stepping into the small studio. Between the constant heat coursing through your veins, your heart racing to the point of panic and your stomach twisting so uncomfortably good, you couldn’t focus on anything apart from the man before you, well behind you. Initially, you had wanted the tattoo running along your forearm, having just enough space for the small dagger and wings but after Choso had suggested moving the piece to run down your spine, your mind had been changed. It was perfect! You had been wanting to get something along your vertebrae for months now but hadn’t found anything you loved enough to commit, until now.

What you hadn’t accounted for was how it would be tattooed. You had very well thought you would be lying face down on the bed, Choso hovering over you as he inked your skin but that would have surely been murder on his back and judging by the looks of him, he was not ready to make that sacrifice, so now you sit comfortably on a small cushioned stool, hunched over the bed to allow Choso access to your bare back.

Oh my god, you weren’t going to make it through the appointment.

Warm hands are laid flat against your shoulder blades and you flinch, unaware you were going to feel the full weight of his hands on you.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean-“Choso rushes to apologise, removing his hands as if having them on you was a great offence.

“It’s okay. You just scared me, I didn’t know you were going to touch me.”

“Oh, uhh is it- am I going to “he struggles with the sentence, unsure as to how to word his question without sounding like a misogynistic asshole. “Are you going to be okay with me touching you? For the tattoo!” Choso all but shouts the end of his question, the clarification sending heat to both your cheeks.

“You can touch me, it’s okay.” You nod, perhaps a little too feverishly than you wanted to but you needed to ease his worries that you might be that kind of client.

The kind of client that flinches at every pass of the gun and begs for breaks every ten minutes. You know first-hand how embarrassing it is to watch someone cry and whine because of a tattoo as if the pain was unbearable and unavoidable. You had suffered through years of period pains, laser hair removal, IUD insertions, pap smears, getting smacked in the boob right before your period, eyebrow threading and so much more and even then, you refused to make a sound. Almost passing out on the gynaecologist’s table when she rammed the measuring rod right up into the top of your uterus, and even then the only sound that came out of you was a small ouch. You refuse to be seen as someone who would flinch at a tattoo.

Choso smiles back, restrained and small and you worry that maybe your over-enthusiastic consent may have contributed to that less genuine more annoyed retail worker smile and you find yourself starting to spiral into thoughts of needing to apologise and make up for the weird tension that now filled the room but that would be three steps backwards according to your therapist.

‘It is not your responsibility to figure out other people’s emotions before they have them and even then, it is not your responsibility to fix or change it’

Each week you are reminded of that in that small corner office and you’ve heard those words so many times, you might as well get it tattooed on your arm to remind you of that fact.

So instead of opening your mouth and spewing word vomit everywhere, you smile back and take in a deep breath, nodding at your artist to continue prepping your skin for the stencil.

Choso sits behind you, gently laying the paper atop your skin, lining up the tip of the dagger with vertebrae, and he has to concentrate extra hard to stop his hands from shaking because he cannot place this stencil on you for the fourth fucking time. It had taken him three attempts already and not because of the size of the drawing or the curve of your spine, but the fact his mind wandered away each time his skin touched yours. Wandered to a place where no client should ever be found, a place reserved only for fictional characters and the occasional crush but here you were, front and centre in Choso’s mind. Bent over the tattoo table, dress pushed up just far enough for him to watch his cock sliding in and out of you, slick and precum dripping down your thighs and pooling on the sanitized floor below. Your hands grip the edge of the foam mattress, the other held behind your back fingers entwined with his as you whined and moaned, crying out Choso’s name as you barely held it together before coming all over his cock with a whimper.

The image has Choso’s cock hardening in his sweats and he curses the fact he decided to change into comfy clothes instead of the jeans he wore this morning. His attention needs to shift away from the thought of you and to the present reality of you. Looking up, he catches you already staring at him and for a split second, he freaks out and looks down at his crotch. Had he said something out loud? Or accidentally made it super obvious he was insanely horny for you? The anxiety seems to do the job as he feels his dick softening, heart racing for another reason entirely.

“Do you need me to move or help you out with anything?” you timidly ask, brows furrowing in worry at the fact he had not been able to line the stencil up yet. Would he be okay to tattoo you? His hand did seem to shake a lot.

Choso shakes his head, puts down the stencil and reaches for the roll of paper towels on his station. “I think I've just had too much caffeine and it’s giving me a bit of a headache.” His gloved fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. “My hands don’t shake this much, I promise. This has never happened before.”

Yeah, he’s never had a client so insanely hot he has been unable to do this job. Choso was not going to make it through his appointment alive.

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okay last LAST part of Virgin!Choso…part 4<3 (i will probably do scenarios w Choso as a virgin in the future tho but this is the end of this lil series) other parts here: part 1. part 2. part 3.

alright….rly hope u guys like it!!<33

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Virgin Choso, who wakes up in the morning, blinking his eyes, trying to get used to the sunlight coming in through the blinds.

You’re laying on his chest, your arms hugging him close, breathing softly. You’d fallen asleep quickly last night, fucked out from him eating you out. He smiles at the memory of you kissing him, and how you’d said yes to being his perfect little girlfriend. He starts rubbing your back, kissing your forehead softly before moving you, he’d needed to go to the bathroom for 30 minutes now, holding it in because he didnt want to wake you, he wanted to stay with you on his chest forever.

When he leaves his bathroom he stands in his boxers and a white t-shirt outside of his bedroom, he needs a cigarette, and he wants to let his princess sleep.

He goes to his balcony and pulls out a cig from the pack, putting it between his lips and lighting it. He’s really happy he realizes, and his heart is at ease, even though it’s still burning up from how much he loves the girl sleeping in his bed.

A minute later he hears the door to his bedroom open, and the pats of your feet on the floor, walking to him. You wrap your arms around his middle, nuzzling your face into his back.

Fuck. calm yourself Choso.

“come back to bed please,” you tell him in a small voice, hugging him closer.

His heart clenches, “of course,” he says, he could never deny you anything, And he takes your hand as you lead him back to his bed.

“Wanna show you how much i like you,” you say as you place urself in his lap, straddling him on his bed. You feel him twitching in his boxers. And when he looks at you again, his eyes are full of desperation.

“been wanting you,” he breathes out “so much and i…” he pulls you closer by your waist, wrapping his arms around you. “i touched myself…every night, thinking about your pretty face and…” he’s embarrassed to admit it and his cheeks flush.

“it’s okay…i did it too choso..” you say softly and caress his cheek.

you touched yourself thinking about him. fuck that did it for him.

“wanna be inside you…please i,” he buries his face in your neck, bucking his hips and you feel how hard he is. You’re driving him insane, sitting on his lap so pretty, with only your top and panties on. He wants to show you he’s yours, he wants you to tell him youre his.

“shhh i want you too…” you tell him and he nods,

You kiss him then, giving him little pecks around his mouth. And when you put your hand on his cock, he whines and grinds himself into you.

“wanna touch it…can i?” you say innocently and trace a finger up his cock, all the way to the tip. He whimpers, “please,” and rubs his head on your cheek.

As soon as you get his consent you put your hand down his boxers, pulling out his dick. Its so pretty. Long and thick, the tip leaking and red. And you eye the happy trail from his groin all the way to his belly button.

“look…my hand almost doesn’t fit around it…so big…” you say fascinated, studying his dick. He groans deeply, holding onto your waist. “baby i…” he’ll cum if you say shit like that, while looking so perfect on top of him.

You stroke him once slowly and he kisses you again, groaning into your mouth. it feels so good, so much better than when he’s doing it himself. He bucks up into your hand, fucking himself into it. He’s panting softly, and when you pull away his eyes are half lidded, he looks fucked out already.

“cant wait anymore please fuck,” he almost looks like hes gonna cry, looking down at your hand stroking him, “let me be inside you princess please,” he begs.

You take your hand away from his dick, and he sobs at the lack of contact. “tell me,” you say, and he knows what you mean.

“loved you ever since you smiled at me for the first time, i think about you…f-fuck i think about you all the time,” his face turns into one full of affection, “ive never done this before,” He says, and doesnt tell you that not only is he a Virgin, but he also had no clue about sex before Yuji told him. Back then something in his human heart wanted you so bad, and now all of him does.

“ive never felt this before,” he sniffles, “fuck please princess i can’t take it anymore,” he’s shaking now, trembling from his desire.

“shhh…take your clothes off,” you tell him and he obeys you, pulling off his t-shirt to reveal his toned chest, his body full of scars. He pulls off his boxers and you pull off your panties.

“lay down,”

He gets on the bed, And you admire him for a moment. He’s completely naked, big chest and strong arms on full display. His hard cock leaking and stiff on his stomach.

When you get on top of him he mewls in anticipation. You put your hands on his chest, placing your pussy on his length.

He grabs your thighs tightly as he groans. Youre so wet, all for him. It makes his heart swell with pride.

You grab him and place him to your wet hole, putting his tip inside. And hes so big, your little pussy struggling to take even just his tip. You whine out and he stops you before you can sink down on him more. hes breathing heavily, cheeks a light pink, “dont wanna hurt you…” he breathes out.

“i…i can take it, just…give me a minute,” you say and bite your lip tightly. And youre so fucking adorable, how youre struggling to take his big cock, but you want to make him happy so bad, wanna have him inside you so bad.

When you finally sink down fully on him, you both moan in unison. And Choso groans at the way he can see himself poking through your tummy.

You look at him, silently asking for permission to keep going, he nods eagerly. You lift your hips and start fucking yourself on him slowly, letting out the prettiest sounds hes ever heard, It feels so fucking good. Your cunt is so wet and warm. He loves this, he loves you. He whimpers and cries while you bounce on him, moving his hands to your waist.

“you’re so handsome Choso,” you say it softly to him, clenching down on his length. You think hes handsome.

Choso looses his mind.

“fuck baby i’m sorry,” He grabs your hips and flip you over so that you’re laying on your back underneath him, he slides into you again, “need to…fuck i need you,” he whines and he ruts into you fast and desperate.

You’re moaning so pretty now. he keeps going.

“mine…mine mine mine mine,” he breathes.

You look up at him with your pretty big eyes, letting out the cutest sound hes ever heard. And with that he reaches his high.

“fuck i love you i love you i love you,” he repeats it over and over as he fills you up with his hot cum, trembling and crying from how good he feels, while you cum around him too from the feeling of him finishing inside you.

He passes out on top of you, breathing heavily, careful not to crush you under him. You reach up and stroke his hair, calming him as he comes down from his high. He nuzzles his cheek into you, kissing you softly as he pulls out of you with a whimper.

He lays down next to you and cradle you to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and kissing the top of your head.

“i love being your boyfriend,” he says,

and you laugh, your body vibrating against him.

he looks at you with a smile, “what? whats funny?”

you stop to look at him again, “nothing,” you crawl on top of him then, laying flat on his chest, folding your arms and putting your head on your hands.

“fuck youre pretty,” he breathes, and you kiss him softly.

“And youre handsome…or maybe i shouldnt say that because you might go beast mode again,” you grin at him,

“shut up…” he mumbles, and you laugh even harder. “its okay…i liked it,” you say,

“say that youre mine,” you look at him and his face is serious,

“im yours Choso…”

You both fall asleep to the sound of eachothers heartbeat.

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YIPPIEEE!! yeah i made reader say he went “beast mode” sue me. i was giggling bru😭😭 (she said it ironically dont worry)

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