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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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sailortongue · 3 months

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someone help me name this fic

pairing: choso kamo x reader

summary: a simple movie night with your best friend turns into something more when his older brother joins your weekly ritual

wc: 3.3k

warnings: smut, nsfw, fingering, unprotected sex, p in v, creampie, yuji is asleep in the same room briefly

an: why is smut so hard to write. feel like i put in so much effort just for it to not even be good

an 2: also the "title" is not a joke. this fic has been sitting in the docs for a few days and i'm still stumped. so if anyone has suggestions the floor is all yours

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Movie night was definitely your favorite night of the week. It always involved plenty of snacks, jokes, laughter, and was just generally a great time with your best friend. There was never a boring moment as long as Yuji was around. So no matter what, you could always expect to have fun.

What you didn't expect, though, was Yuji’s older brother, Choso, joining your weekly ritual. You liked him well enough, for what little you knew about him. For as long as you've been friends with Yuji you don't think Choso has ever said more than three words to you at one time. Not that that stopped you from harboring a small crush on the older male. You rolled your eyes at yourself. Crushing on your best friend’s brother. How cliche could you get?

But fuck Choso was pretty. Like, unfairly pretty. Especially now, when he was fresh out of the shower, his hair down from its usual space buns. You also noticed that he had removed the copious amount of earrings he usually had in his ears, giving him a softer look than you were accustomed too. You watched him run his hands through his hair, pushing his bangs out of his face. You bet his hands would feel so good on your-

“Y/N!”

You snapped back to reality to see Yuji looking at you expectantly. “What?” you asked dumbly, heat spreading across your cheeks, embarrassed that you had accidentally ignored your friend in favor of thirsting over his brother. Get a grip you thought to yourself.

But Yuji only chuckled. “Rough week?” he asked.

You groaned as you dramatically flopped backward to lay on the couch, which was answer enough for Yuji. Always the optimist, he said, “Maybe next week will be better. You got this.”

“No, I don’t. This degree is eating me alive. I have not one, not two, but three exams next week!” you exclaimed, holding up three fingers for emphasis.

“You’ll be fine. You did well on your last exams and you’ll do well on these too. So like I was saying, I wanted to know if you had a particular movie in mind.”

You thought about it for a moment. “No, not really. How about we let Choso pick since it’s his first time watching with us?”

Both you and Yuji looked over at Choso, whose eyes widened at finding himself the center of attention. He hummed, trying to think if there was anything that piqued his interest before settling on a movie he’d been meaning to watch but never got around to.

“Perfect! Hey, Yn, can you pop some popcorn while I set it up?” asked Yuji.

You hummed your agreement and stood from your place on the couch, padding your way over to the kitchen. You dug in the pantry for the popcorn, finally finding the box shoved way in the back. You grabbed two of the pouches and placed one in the microwave. While that was popping, you decided to go ahead and get a large bowl for the snack.

Naturally, it was on the top shelf, which left you on your tiptoes and stretching your arm as high as you could all in vain. As if summoned by your plight, Choso walked into the kitchen to see your struggle.

“Hey, Choso, could you-”

Before you could even finish asking, he placed himself right behind you, his body flush to yours as he placed a hand on your hip for stability and reached up with the other arm to grab the bowl. He handed it to you with a simple “here” before walking back into the living room.

You couldn't believe that just happened. Your heart was going a mile a minute and you briefly considered splashing cold water on your face to cool it down. Luckily for you, Choso remained in the living room with Yuji, allowing you to have a small meltdown in peace.

When you returned to the living room with popcorn in hand, you found that Yuji had made himself comfortable in the recliner, which left you with no choice but to share the couch with Choso. There was ample room on the couch for the two of you, but just being in the same room after his stunt in the kitchen felt too close, much less on the same couch.

You did your best to avoid looking at Choso, knowing your face would erupt with heat the moment you made eye contact. You placed the popcorn on the coffee table and took your seat on the opposite end of the sofa as Choso.

“Everybody ready?” asked Yuji excitedly, eager to watch a movie with two of his favorite people. When both you and his brother gave the affirmative, he started the movie. But for all of his excitement to watch it, you guess the exhaustion that comes with the end of a school week caught up to him, and he was asleep before he even made it halfway into the movie.

This left you to watch the rest of the movie alone with his brother, the man who had flustered you so terribly a mere hour ago and the one you thought about late at night. You silently cursed Yuji’s name for leaving you in this situation, even more so when the characters on screen ended up in a bedroom. You could feel Choso’s gaze on you, and when you glanced over at him, you were right, he was looking right at you.

You furrowed your brows into a questioning gaze, silently asking him what. He shook his head and returned his attention to the screen. You followed suit, but the graphic imagery was getting to you. You shifted in your seat, feeling the stirrings of arousal that first began with Choso pressing himself against your backside. You couldn't but imagine that the couple on screen was you and Choso: how it would feel to kiss him, be held by him, be fucked by him.

Why is this scene so long? You thought to yourself, rubbing your thighs together as discreetly as you could. But not as discreetly as you should have, apparently.

“Are you cold?” asked Choso. Now, Choso knew damn well you weren’t cold, but he wanted to see how far he could push you, how desperate he could make you.

“No, no, I’m fine,” you insisted.

He frowned at your response and scooted over next to you anyway, extending his blanket to cover you. You weren't so naive to think that this is a normal and friendly interaction. Especially not when Choso’s large hand slid over your thigh and rested just below the hem of your shorts. You stiffened in your seat, and a warmth began to spread through your lower belly. “Choso,” you started, but the words caught in your throat as soon as he glanced down at you.

“You’re so pretty, you know that?” he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from your face. His hand continued from behind your ear and migrated to cup your face, pulling you closer to him. You glanced at his lips, heart practically pounding out of your chest. Before your lips could connect, he paused. “Is this okay with you?” he whispered breathily. He’d never forgive himself if he was making you uncomfortable with his advances.

Rather than answer, you mirrored his actions, cupping his face and pulling him closer, finally pressing your lips against his soft ones. He inhaled roughly, but melted against you as he returned the kiss. He licked the seam of your lips, urging you to let him in.

But it wasn’t enough. Not for Choso. His hands moved to grip your hips and pull you into his lap. Now straddling him, you could feel how hard he was beneath you. You gasped into his mouth, and as soon as you did you regretted it. Choso pulled away from you, his dark eyes boring into yours. “You have to be quiet, pretty girl. You wouldn't want Yuji to wake up and see us, would you?”

You shook your head, eyes wide and pleading for him to keep going. He mockingly pouted at you, but it morphed into a patronizing grin, a wicked idea forming in his mind. He leaned in and licked a stripe from the base of your neck all the way to just below your ear. You shivered in his grasp, and he chuckled, the deep sound reverberating through his chest. He blew on the wet stripe, pleased at the way your body reacted so deliciously to the stimulation, your hands balling the fabric of his shirt into fists. But you stayed quiet. He hummed. “Good girl. Let’s go somewhere you can be a little louder. What d’ya say? I want to hear all those pretty sounds.”

You nodded fervently, not trusting your voice at the moment for fear that you’d disturb Yuji. Choso tutted at you, and nipped at your earlobe. The sudden sharp pain caused you to wince, but it was quickly forgotten as Choso placed feather-light kisses along your jawline before returning where he started, his soft voice tickling the shell of your ear. “Come on, baby, use your words. I need to hear you say it. Need to hear you say you want me to fuck you.”

You were about to assert that yes, you wanted this, wanted him, but you hesitated, wondering what Yuji would think if he ever found out.

He could see the indecision in your eyes, that you were unsure if you truly wanted to continue this or not. He pulled away from you, terrified that he had overstepped and you were just too scared to stop him. “If you don’t want this-”

“No!” you cut him off. “I do. I really want this. I’m just worried about what Yuji will think when or if he finds out and mmH-” Choso smashed his lips against yours, effectively silencing every racing thought as all you could focus on was the way his tongue intertwined with yours and how good his hands felt as they smoothed up and down your waist.

He reluctantly pulled away before he completely lost himself to bliss. “God, you're just too perfect.” His eyes scanned up and down your heaving body, which was tense with anticipation. All it took was the soft “please” falling from your kiss-swollen lips to have Choso groaning, all of his restraint crumbling within him. Your hips gyrating over his was just the nail in his coffin. He slid his hands from where they rested on your hips down your thighs, smoothly lifting you up with him as he stood from the couch. From over his shoulder you could see your best friend still sleeping peacefully in the recliner, none the wiser that the relationship between his best friend and older brother was about to be forever changed.

A pang of guilt went through you, but was smothered by the overwhelming lust and attraction you had been harboring for Choso since the first moment you saw him. What Yuji didn’t know wouldn't kill him, right?

You lost sight of Yuji as Choso entered his room, using his foot to softly close the door behind him. He approached the bed and placed you atop it gently, reverently even. Seeing his face hovering above yours, having him between your legs, it felt unreal. You never even entertained the thought that your fantasies would become a reality, but now they were and it was so much better than you could have ever dreamed.

In the privacy of his room and without worrying that his brother would wake any second, Choso became bolder. He was seemingly unable to decide where to place his hands now that he finally had you under him. You wrapped your hands around his wrists and guided his hands to your chest, prompting him to cup your breasts. He got the message loud and clear, giving them each a soft squeeze. He trailed his hands down to the hem of your shirt and slid his hands under the material, pulling it above your head and tossing it to the floor of his bedroom. He returned his hands to your covered breasts, kneading them through your bra before he hooked his fingers under the fabric and pulled it down.

He let out a shaky breath, entranced by the vision you made beneath him, the very picture of beauty and femininity. You watched him as he drank in the sight, resisting the urge to pull him where you wanted him. Unable to resist any longer himself, Choso lowered his face to your chest, taking a nipple into his mouth and tweaking the other between two fingers. You gasped as he suckled at the tender flesh, and your hand flew to the back of head, winding your fingers in his dark hair. He released your nipple with a pop, and tilted his head up to see you already looking at him. “Don’t stop,” you whined, already missing the warmth of his mouth on your body.

“Don’t worry, I'm not stopping til we both feel good.” As he said that, he switched sides and continued his ministrations, dragging his free hand down to the hem of your shorts. “Let’s get these off, yeah?” You lifted your hips to aid in his efforts, and they soon joined your shirt on the floor.

Choso placed his hands on the outside of your thighs, using the thumb of one hand to toy with your clit through your panties. You moaned at his touch, his name slipping from your lips. The sweet sound of your voice was music to Choso’s ears, and he was determined to hear as much of it as possible. He leaned down to kiss you, swallowing every gasp and moan, his lithe fingers bringing you to the edge faster than you ever thought possible. All too soon, he removed his hand, but you quickly realized he was true to his word and far from done as he slid his hand beneath your panties.

He chuckled against your lips, “You're so wet and I've barely done anything.”

You turned your face to the side, using one hand to cover the blush spreading across your features. As endearing as your bashfulness was, Choso wanted you to be as comfortable with him as possible. He took your wrist in his hand and pulled it from your face, instead placing it atop the painfully throbbing bulge in his pants. “You don’t need to be shy with me. I want you just as bad, if not more. Wanted you since the moment Yuji first brought you home.”

“Really?” you asked, wondering if both of you had been ignoring your feelings for each other all this time.

He nodded. “Really. Still remember the first time I saw you. You were wearing that cute little skirt with the laces in the back, and all I could think about was what it would be like to fuck you in it. You’ll have to wear it for me next time, hm?”

Next time.

“Only if you put in your piercings.”

He laughed at that. “Whatever you want, princess.”

You were both there gazing at each other like fools, the distance slowly but surely closing between you. The kiss was searing, and you were abruptly reminded of the need you felt as Choso made quick work of your bra and panties, leaving you bare beneath him, despite the fact that he was fully clothed. He attached his lips to your neck, sucking dark marks that Yuji would surely see tomorrow morning, and dragged two of his fingers through your folds, gathering slick with his fingers before pushing in. You moaned at the intrusion, your walls clamping down tightly on his fingers. You could feel Choso grin against your throat as he curled his fingers into you, pulling them in and out slowly. Your gasps and moans increased in both tempo and volume until he removed his fingers altogether.

Your protests died in your throat as you saw Choso prop himself on his knees as he removed his shirt, revealing the toned body you had no idea he was hiding beneath his usually baggy tees. He removed his sweats and boxers next, his stiff cock slapping against his stomach. He resumed his position between your legs and stroked himself a few times before lining himself up with your entrance.

He pushed in slowly and you would have screamed from the pleasure of him stretching you out if it wasn't for the hand that swiftly covered your mouth. “I know, baby, I know, but you can’t be too loud.”

He continued to push into you, and every time you thought you had taken all of him there was more. Just when you were sure you couldn't possibly take any more, you felt his balls press firmly against your ass. You were so full, more than you ever had been in your life.

Choso sighed as he filled you completely, the velvety softness of your walls sucking him in greedily. “Oh God you feel too good,” he whispered, the words strangled as he struggled to keep himself still, giving you time to adjust to his size. He watched the way your chest heaved up and down with every labored breath, the way your eyes were glazing over in ecstasy, and the way your sweet cunt fluttered around his cock.

He couldn't take it anymore when you thrust your own hips upwards, the involuntary movement all it took to snap Choso’s composure. He pulled out almost completely, before sinking back in a single thrust. The way your cunt swallowed him so eagerly had him on cloud nine. How had he gone for so long without knowing the bliss that was being inside you.

His cock continued to drill in and out of you, his grunts of pleasure mixing with your moans. The delicious sounds you made spurred him on, and he quickened his movements. He no longer cared if Yuji heard. Let him. Let him know how good Choso made you feel. You were his best friend, but as of now you were also Choso’s girl.

You felt yourself going stupid with the pleasure of having him inside you, his name the only word you were capable of saying. He knew you were close, and he wanted more than anything to feel you clench around him as he brought you to the height of pleasure. He brought his hand down to rub circles against your clit, doing his damndest to make this the best you’ve ever had. “C’mon, baby, cum for me. You can do it. Cum around my cock, show me how good I make you feel.”

Those words were all it took to have you falling over the edge, pussy clenching tightly around Choso, whose own orgasm was triggered by yours. He moaned loudly, feeling too good to worry about volume. He continued to thrust into you as you each rode out your highs, his cum leaking out around him with every push into your used hole.

As soon as the waves of pleasure died out, pulled out and collapsed on top of you. Your pants mixed together as he lay with his head on your chest. You brought your hand up to card your fingers through his hair, and he hummed at your soft touch.

You continued to do so until he propped himself up on his elbows, his face mere inches from yours. “Would you go on a date with me?” he asked nervously.

A broad smile spread across your face, ecstatic that he wanted more from you than just sex. “I’d love to.”

A smile of his own mirrored yours as he surged forward to capture your lips with his own, the happiness exuding from him almost palpable. When he broke the kiss, he rolled off of you and onto his side, pulling you into his chest as he did so. With Choso’s arms wrapped securely around you, you both drifted off in the comfort of each other’s presence, unaware that it was the exact position a younger brother incapable of knocking would find you in in the morning.

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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can you make anything with choso PLEASEEE okay maybe like dom choso… 😇😇

Dom Choso, can do Anon.

Pairing: Choso Kamo x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dom/sub dynamics, rough sex, dirty talk, choking, dominant Choso

Word count: 0.7

A/N: Choso is cute okay? Yeah he's also a bit unhinged but he's cute.

Among many things that Choso was he was also insecure about sex. There was a lot of pent up frustration there just waiting to be released with nowhere to go. He was a virgin until just a little while ago and still didn't know how to express his desires in a way where you wouldn't look at him and be scared of what he was asking.

By the way he always clenched his teeth when he got his hands on you and started pounding you senseless you guessed what he wanted, how he wanted it. It was just a matter of getting him to admit it, the difficult part that is.

You wanted him to say it first. But that didn't mean you couldn't… guide him along. When he was getting himself lined up with your pussy you pushed him away, watching the rejected and confused look in his eyes take place. "Let's try a different position tonight." You smiled and stroked his cock, "I want this deep inside me."

"O-Okay." His blush was very visible on his pale skin. Before you could turn around though he kissed you, conveying his much he wanted you right now. He wanted you so much that his hands shook as you pulled away from him.

He was shaking with lust. You couldn't wait to see it unleashed.

"What do have in-" The rest was a wheeze as Choso saw you get on all fours for him and push your ass back, your head thrown back with a little smirk on your lips. Rough, big palms engulfed your thighs moments after, his cock gliding through your folds. "You know what this position does to me." He warmed against your shoulder.

"Oh I know." You shivered as his hands ran to grab hold of your wrists and held them tight. "I need to see what you're like when you're not holding back."

Choso gulped, "What I'm like. Probably a lot more then you can handle." Only one way to find out. You gasped when one of his hands wrapped around your throat and forced your head upwards so he could choke the shaky breaths out of you. "I won't be able to stop. Are you sure that's what you want?" He had to make sure before he allowed himself to drown in his own lust.

"Yes." You inhaled a breath that was immediately knocked out of you, replaced by high-pitched moans from Choso's cock pushing in and out of you with no warning or restraint that he showed before. Not only were his thrusts harder for you to handle but his whole body seemed to want to make you submit to him. He made sure you knew how he stood over you, his hot breath against your back, his fingers leaving marks on your neck. "Choso."

"No talking." He warned and squeezed harder, making your vision go blurry. "I don't want to hear anything from you unless I ask." You didn't reply, he didn't ask. "So good at taking orders. Just as good as taking cock." He was still new to dirty talk and was a bit insecure but when your cunt fluttered around him he knew he was doing a good job.

Choso thrived off knowing he was doing well, be the praise verbal or phisical.

His fingers tightened even more which made it hard for you to take deeper breaths, instead only taking what you could in between moans. "Ch-"

"Squealing like an animal in heat." His chuckled behind you, his cock throbbing at every thrust, his thighs slapping against yours, making your skin sensitive from the constant smacking with no end in sight. "Pretty girls in heat need to be breed don't they? You need cum." He never expected a reply from you, it was pointless. "My pretty girl."

"Yours. Choso." Barely able to talk you leaned back instead, your thighs spreading, giving him more room. You heard Choso grunt as your inner walls tightened up around his dick, the girth of it hitting every nerve ending that made you see stars.

"Of course you're mine." He sought to prove it by shooting his cum both in your womb and across your ass and back, all of you covered in evidence of being loved by him.

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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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damn-stark · 5 months

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Omg daddy choso??? Sign me in please please do it!! We want a request on that

She’s mine

Warning- FLUFF!!!! HEART MELTING FLUFF!!

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“Choso,” the doctor calls his name even though he had zoomed to the door the moment he heard it open. “You can come in now.”

She offers him a tiny smile and barely gets to move aside before he’s shoving past her to see you and his newborn after he was kicked out—no after he was dragged out of the room by his little brother after you had some complications that the doctors needed to tend to without him in the room. So let’s just say he was impatient, and if he wasn’t part curse he probably would’ve suffered something with how stressed he was.

“Y/N?” Choso calls out impatiently even if the monitors in the room confirm that your heart is still beating.

“Choso,” you call back behind the current. “I’m okay. We’re okay.”

When Choso reaches the curtain blocking him from reaching you he yanks it forcefully to the side and only lets his poor thumping heart ease back to normal the moment his eyes lie on you.

“Y/N,” he gasps and rushes over to take your face in his hands and take you in as if he had gone years without seeing what you looked like.

“Cho,” you whisper and grab one of his hands. “I’m fine now, I am.” You laugh softly and then beam at him. “Look, look at what we made.” You coo and look down at the little bundle in your arm.

Choso slowly follows your line of gaze and gasps and freezes the moment he sees the little baby he’s been impatient to meet ever since you told him you were expecting his baby, whilst his once steady heart begins to work overtime once again as he admires the most precious thing he’s ever seen; his baby. The baby he made with you.

He can’t believe it. He can’t believe that all his waiting has finally led to this exact moment of having his own child in the world.

“Do you want to hold her?” You ask him and move her closer to him, but Choso steps back and looks at you with his eyes glossy and expressing his disbelief and awe.

“I don’t know how,” he whispers and holds his hands out in front of him. “What if I drop her? I don’t want to hurt her.”

You share a small laugh and look at him with even more admiration. “Oh, my love, you won’t hurt her. And it’s not hard, I can help you. Just come here. Hold her, she wants to meet you.” You giggle.

Choso holds your gaze for a few more seconds to build up his confidence, and once he sees that you’ve brought the baby closer to him he steps forward and slowly lowers his eyes to look at the chubby little baby, and swallows thickly.

“You’ll be cradling her so just—yes,” you praise him as he mimics the way you have your arms bent. “Just like that perfect.”

You slowly lower the baby in his arms and once you feel his grip secured on the baby, you slowly pull your arms back. “Just be careful with her head,” you remind him.

Once Choso can no longer feel the warmth of your hands over his helping him secure the baby, the moment he sees you rest your hands over your stomach he focuses on the baby finally in his arms and acknowledges the small little weight in his arms and his breath catches while his eyes get overwhelmed with tears.

“Oh, Choso,” you muse and beam at him.

Choso’s shoulders begin to shake and streams of tears begin to flow down the curve of his cheeks as he feels the warmth of his child, his baby girl in his arms.

He’s felt paternal love before, he’s the oldest brother after all, so he’s felt paternal love besides brotherly love for his brothers, but this? This felt different. He can’t even put into words what he’s feeling upon seeing his baby girl.

He feels an endless amount of bliss, he feels truly euphoric, and he feels disbelief that he's holding something so precious that he made. Him! A half curse!

It feels almost like he’s unworthy to have this little blessing.

“Isn’t she so beautiful?” You interject quietly as you watch Choso holding your baby. “You made that, my love.”

Choso’s eyes drift to you and a wobbly smile tugs on his lips.

“Our baby,” you muse.

Choso looks back at the baby and notices her scrunching her little nose, and furrowing her thin little eyebrows. “Oh,” he gasps and turns to face you. “I think she doesn’t want me.”

You giggle and shake your head. “Just talk to her, let her know it’s you.”

Choso looks at you unsure and then looks back at his baby and exhales deeply hoping you’re right. “Hello,” he whispers very, very quietly. “It’s okay….it’s just me.”

You smile and look at Choso with awe.

“I won’t hurt you,” he continues with more confidence. “I’ll never hurt you. I’ll never let anyone hurt you. You’re my little blessing.” He says and pulls one hand out to carefully caress the baby’s warm cheek with his finger, causing tears to escape from your eyes.

“See, she just needed to hear your voice,” you assure him and reach over to give his arm an assuring squeeze as you see the baby slowly relax again as her father's voice travels in her ears.

“Thank you,” Choso whispers and looks at you. “For giving me this opportunity. Thank you for our little blessing. I’m glad that I get to share this with you. Thank you. I love you.”

You cry softly and he leans over to press a gentle kiss on your lips before he sits down next to you so you can admire the little baby in his arms together.

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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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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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tojiluv · 28 days

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EYES DON'T LIE — choso kamo [chapter nine]

description: in which a girl unwittingly becomes involved with a handsome stranger in a club, oblivious to his true identity of being in a famous boyband… OR in which you and Choso must conceal your secret meetings from your friends and his bandmates, especially from his younger brother and your best friend, Yuji.

warnings: nsfw near the end. sexual tension. choso’s a flirt.

notes: last chapter for now as i will be taking a break for my exams for a week or two. i'll update again if i have time but please be patient and wait for the comeback lol.

You didn’t even attempt to get off at your stop; instead, you waited for the next one to come by before realizing you were heading to his and Yuji’s home with an anxious heart. Still clad in your work uniform, you made it up the steps with a boost of confidence, only to crumble at the sight of the front door.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you hesitated to ring the doorbell. You knew Yuji wasn’t home today; he had informed you over text that he was watching a late-night basketball game with Toge and Megumi.

You kept pacing, your purse swinging against your side with each agitated step, thoughts swirling in your head about how to approach this. What if he didn't want to see you? What if your theory about his confession was wrong? What if he rejected your attempts?

But before you could overthink it any further, you took a deep breath and rang the bell.

A few seconds passed, and you found yourself second-guessing your decision. “Fuck, this was a bad idea. I should go —”

Before you could even attempt to bolt, the door swung open, revealing Choso standing on the other side... shirtless, his expression a mix of surprise and confusion.

"Hey," He said, his voice soft and welcoming. "I wasn't expecting to see you. Uh, Yuji’s not home —"

You bit your lip nervously, unsure of how to begin, struggling to keep your eyes from wandering to his naked chest. "Uh, I know. I’m actually here to see you… can I come in?" You confessed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Choso’s eyes widened, clearly not expecting that, before nodding quickly to let you in. Stepping into the home, you felt your anxiety ease slightly as the atmosphere was always cozy and inviting. The comforting scent of incense filled the air, and the soft glow of the television in the living room added to the peaceful ambiance, always welcoming you.

"Take a seat. Uh, let me go grab a shirt," He murmured, realizing he wasn't dressed properly in front of a lady, before rushing back to his room.

You nodded and sat on the couch, wringing your hands together as you tried to gather your thoughts. A few seconds later, Choso came down the stairs, this time wearing a gray sweater. You felt a tiny bit disappointed, but his presence beside you was calming and reassuring for some odd reason.

He cleared his throat, his hands fidgeting slightly. “Do you want anything to eat or drink…?”

You shook your head, a small smile present on your lips from his offer. “I’m okay, thank you though.”

Choso nodded, his gaze flickering around the room for a bit before taking a seat on the couch beside you, his eyes back on you as he waited for your reason for showing up.

Shit, this is a bit awkward, you cried inwardly.

“I’m sorry for coming here unannounced. I didn’t have your number, and Yuji told me you would be home today… so yeah,” You rambled a bit, your voice trembling slightly from the nerves.

Choso looked at you, concern evident in his expression. “I understand. What's on your mind?”

You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what you were about to reveal. “It’s about that interview… the one your group did yesterday,” You began, your words tumbling out in a rush. “I watched it last night. I didn’t really expect you guys to show up randomly on my TV.”

You let out an airy laugh, the nerves kicking in much harder as you rambled. However, Choso let out a small chuckle at your joke, helping to ease the tension.

You continued, “I don’t know if I’m overthinking it but… what you said about the future girls of your dreams,”

He listened quietly, his expression unreadable in your eyes.

“Was that about… me?” You felt somewhat embarrassed asking him this. “I—I mean like, uh, you know —“

Choso reached out and took your hand in his, his touch gentle and comforting. You slightly flinched at the familiar coldness of his hands enveloping yours, glancing down as you grappled with your true feelings for the man in front of you. Was it desire or something else?

“If that’s what you’re asking, then, yes, it was,” Choso confirmed, observing your face heat up at his direct tone.

I was right then… But why?

Seeking reassurance from his comforting touch, you gathered the confidence needed to be more direct. It was now or never.

“So, about that and never forgetting that moment… why did you say that on live television?” You didn’t quite grasp that part; why confess something so personal and than swiftly change the subject?

Choso rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand, his eyes flickering between yours with a palpable tension.

“I know you’d come that way,” He stated, his desire for you evident in his expression.

Your mouth parted, caught off guard by his response, especially his indication of wanting something more. Yet, deep down, you understood. The tension between you had been palpable, evident whenever your eyes met or during natural conversations like the one in the kitchen a few days prior. However, you couldn't comprehend how he could be okay with this, knowing that you were Yuji’s best friend.

Choso waited patiently for your response, sensing the conflict within you. He didn’t want to pressure you; instead, he simply wanted to express how he felt, true to the promise you both made not to hide anything.

He sighed. "I know this may be too much, especially given the circumstances we're under. I just thought you should know... but I understand the promise we made,"

“I don’t regret it.”

You tightened your grip around his hand, lifting your head to convey the depth of emotions stirred by his words. Choso looked puzzled, unsure of your intentions.

"The night of the party, you said you didn’t regret it even after knowing who I was… I feel the same way,” You confessed, glancing down at your intertwined hands.

“I just didn’t know if it was right to admit that too, especially knowing that I was keeping this secret from Yuji. But no matter how many times I try to push it away… I’ve been feeling different about what happened between us.”

You pushed past the boundary you both promised not to break, unable to retract the words you'd been struggling to admit. Quickly turning your head to focus on the television channel, you couldn't bring yourself to meet his intense gaze any longer, feeling shy after your confession.

But earlier, you had told yourself to move on from this, yet now you were doing the opposite.

Suddenly, two fingers gently pressed underneath your chin, tilting your head upward to meet his eyes once more. This time, you could see a hint of yearning in his gaze, causing your body to feel much warmer than before.

Choso tilted his head, studying your features intently as your lips parted, the minimal distance between you now barely existent. You caught the sly glance he made at your parted lips before he returned his focus to your eyes, thinking you wouldn’t notice.

"Tell me what you want," He voiced, his fingers still holding your face to ensure you wouldn’t look away from him again.

You gulped quietly, the sound of the television fading into the background as your beating heart became the only thing you could hear. The way he was speaking to you was causing you to fumble over what was right and wrong, and right now, what you both were instigating definitely went against what your mind was shouting.

Yet, despite the internal conflict, your body leaned further into his touch.

What do I truly desire?

“I—” Another glance was made towards the movement of licking your lips. You could feel the distance decreasing with each passing second as you spoke, your breathing erratic and your heart beating faster than you thought it could handle.

“I want you, Choso.”

His eyes darkened, humming with interest. "Do you?"

"Yes," You breathed out, the words barely audible in the tense air.

You could feel his breath against your lips, your mind blanking on what could happen if you just moved a bit closer. Your body was pushing for the lust and desire of what you craved, yet your mind stayed focused on the first task you wanted to handle.

"I just don't want to lose my friendship with Yuji," You admitted, ensuring that you both understood the potential consequences your actions could cause if you were caught.

"You won't," Choso stated firmly, squeezing your hand reassuringly with the other. "Your friendship with Yuji is strong, and it can withstand anything. And as for us... well, whatever happens, I'll be here to help."

You knew what this meant and quickly agreed to it inwardly, your body's needs overpowering your subconscious. Leaning closer to him, you placed a hand on his thigh as you both stared at each other with the same craving.

"Then tell me, what do you want?" You asked sensually, your eyes heavy-lidded as you raised a hand higher to place it against his chest, just like the first time.

The priorities of Yuji and the promises made earlier were no longer a concern for either of you. Instead, you both focused on the matter at hand, anticipation causing your thighs to press together.

Choso's eyes narrowed, his skin flaring up from the way you stared at him with such need through your seductive eyes, your body flush against his. Unable to resist any longer, he gave in to your temptations.

“I wanted you the moment I laid eyes on you again, pretty girl.”

Your body burning from his lewd words, morals thrown out the door, you leaned up higher and smashed your lips against his. All signs and chances of pushing him away faded from your mind as you focused on the feeling of his wet lips molded against your own.

The kiss poured out the bottled-up passion and thirst you both held in since you laid eyes upon one another weeks ago, each longing to recreate those moments of ecstasy you experienced. His lips hungrily kissed yours, his hands lowering to grip your waist with tension before pushing you to sit on his lap. You could already feel his excitement growing underneath your uniform skirt, your underwear pressed against his bulge as the clothes were the only thing blocking any further contact.

Kissing each other deeply, you both parted to catch your breath, heavy breathing mixing between the two of you for a few seconds. Then, he moved again to kiss you even harder than before, not allowing the chance for second thoughts on the decision you both made to linger.

You retracted your earlier words, succumbing to the allure of his burning touch. You never wanted this feeling to end, despite the secrecy of it all, as you found yourself once again engaging in a forbidden affair with your best friend's brother. Unlike the first time, you didn't have an excuse for this encounter.

As his hands slid underneath your shirt to reveal your bra, the front door opened loudly, and a voice rang throughout the house, causing both of you to immediately part lips. Eyes widened and hearts dropped as you recognized who it was.

"Big bro, I’m home!" came the familiar voice, shattering the intimate moment and filling the room with unease.

Yuji was home.

⇽ chapter eight | chapter ten ⇾

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yasu-1234 · 2 months

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sleepy sex with your boyfriend, choso.

pairing: choso x afab reader words: 3,000 contains: 69 (oral sex), p in v sex, overstimulation, and choso being clingy mood: eepy, comfy, slow author’s note: it was rainy today. what a coincidence !

The storm outside your window has finally calmed into a gentle patter of rain, the howling winds have faded into a soft breeze threading the trees that frame your streets, and yet nothing is as comforting as the sound of Choso coming home; the jingling of his keys by your front door, his husky voice announcing that he’s home, and the heavy trudging of his feet against the hardwood floor as he makes his way to your bedroom.

It’s an hour past midnight. Much later than his usual arrival.

He opens the door and finds you seated upright on the bed, your back propped up by a pillow, your smile calm and radiant as you look up from your book to meet his weary eyes. The bedside lamp casts a soft, golden hue inside the bedroom, warm and comforting, as if the room itself has embraced the love shared within its walls.

“Hey, you,” you greet him. You close your book and place it on the nightstand.

Choso doesn’t reply. Instead, he strips down to his boxers with a huff, raises the duvet, and crawls across the mattress until he reaches the space between your legs. He sinks his weight against your torso with a heavy sigh, home at last in the solace of your arms.

“Baby…” he mutters as he nuzzles into your chest, his voice soft and gravelly from exhaustion. “I missed you.”

You carefully remove his hair ties and run your fingers through his locks, untangling his hair and soothing the pressure from his scalp. He sighs from relief and his breath is warm against your skin. The scent of rain and the outdoors cling to him, crisp and rejuvenating in its earthiness, like fresh dew drops dripping into soil.

“I missed you too,” you say softly.

“Did I make you wait too long?”

“A little bit. But you’re here now, so it doesn’t really matter.”

“You must’ve been so lonely…” he replies. “I’m sorry, baby.”

He reaches for your hand to press your knuckles against his lips. Kissing you with gentleness and care. To Choso, you are delicate, exquisite; to be held softly in his hands and treated with infinite tenderness and worship. To Choso, you are meant to be savored. To be indulged. Whether it’s with attention or gifts or sex. He hated to be away from you; much more, he hated for you to be alone. Lying in bed in the late hours of the night, longing to fall asleep in his arms, surrounded by his warmth.

Choso grinds his teeth, chastising himself for such a shortcoming. He’s always been hard on himself when it comes to the people he loves. And so dramatic. A testament to his tender, oversized heart.

“It’s been an awful storm. It’s not your fault. You don’t have to apologize,” you say fondly, hoping to soothe his worry.

He shakes his head, “I still can’t help but feel bad about it.”

He leans upwards to kiss you. His soft, plush lip finds tender purchase in the space between yours. You part your lips and Choso groans softly, deep in his chest, as he seizes the chance to deepen the kiss. Your back bows as you feel his soft tongue flow past your lips, meeting you with a gentle, circular caress, sending tremors along your nerves.

His hands drag sluggishly over your skin. His weight is heavy against your body. Even his kisses feel slow and loose. As if they can stop anytime.

“You’re tired,” you whisper against his lips. “You should rest.”

“No, baby, I’m fine… Just let me do this. Please,” he whispers back. He removes the extra pillow behind you and guides you to lie on your back. Then he rests on his elbows as his fingers brush your hair away from your face, gazing down at you with half-lidded eyes before he plants kisses on your forehead and on your cheeks.

“I wanna do this for you,” he continues.

You give a resigned sigh as Choso drags his warm lips from your cheek down to your neck. Leaving a chill, electrified trail in its wake, raising waves of goosebumps from under your flesh. Then he nuzzles against your chest. And for a moment, you could have sworn he had fallen asleep then and there. Until his hand slips underneath your shirt, pulling it upwards to expose your chest.

Choso buries his face against your bare skin.

He starts to knead and suckle on your breasts, his hot mouth encircling your nipple, rubbing the soft, succulent tip of his tongue around and around your stiff bud. The sensation of his tongue is delicate, and yet somehow, searing—a pleasure that begins as a gentle, flickering in your breasts that surges into a nearly painful throbbing between your legs. Your hand drifts downward, hoping your fingers will relieve that ache. But Choso wraps his hand around your wrist, pinning it up to the side of your head.

“You don’t have to do anything, baby,” he mutters, looking at you with a sleepy, yet tender gaze. “Just leave it to me, okay? I’ll make you feel good. I promise.”

Choso takes your other wrist and pins it to your side as he continues relishing your breasts, your body writhes and bows and shudders as you grow helpless against his gentle mouth. Then he plants his thigh between your legs and starts rubbing it against your aching core. You moan and spread your legs, your panties soaking against his thigh, as you ride each wave of relief against your clit.

“So wet already,” he whispers. “Let me taste you…”

“Please,” you answer.

Choso takes his kisses southward, his lips drifting across your sternum, your stomach, down to your belly, until he pulls your panties off and lays them on the side of the bed. He pushes his hair back as he admires the way your pussy flutters under his gaze—so wet and pretty and inviting. He parts you open with his thumb and closes his eyes. Then he kisses your pussy as if it were your lips; with a soft tongue gliding along your slit, a hot sigh against your skin, and soft lips that close around your aching clit. Tasting, caressing, then devouring. You grab the pillow underneath you and moan, your toes curling as you melt and throb in his tongue.

“Rub it against my face, baby,” he tells you. “Kiss me back.”

“Oh god—“ you whimper as you move your hips, rubbing your pussy in time with his mouth. Choso moans as his lips move with greater hunger. He spits on his fingers and starts prodding your entrance. His lips remain suctioned against your clit as he glides his thick fingers inside, curling and pressing that spot that you love.

Your taste, your scent, your softness, and your needy, satisfied moans rocket straight from Choso’s senses down to his hardening cock. You notice the slow, sensual rolling of his backside as he ruts against the mattress, rubbing his cock against your sheets to tease himself. Nothing arouses him more than the sounds of your pleasure.

You thread your fingers along his soft hair.

“Choso,” you sigh. “Get in here… Let me taste you too…”

He looks up, his eyes glazed with need, “Are you sure?”

You nod and he sighs as he maneuvers his hips.

“Thank you…” he whispers.

Together, you lie on your sides; with your head resting comfortably on his muscular thigh, and his head resting on yours. You help him shrug off his boxers to reveal his cock—thick, smooth, and long, with a shaft so translucent and pale that you can see the thin, purplish veins snaking underneath his skin like a delicate web. You wrap your hands around the base and rub your tongue along the salty and textured underside of his crown, your hand twisting as it glides up and down.

Choso’s hips stutter.

“A-ah!” He groans. He’s always been so sensitive to your touch. “Slow and gentle, baby. Slow and gentle. Please. I don’t wanna cum so fast.”

“Alright, baby,” you whisper back, and his cock twitches as your breath hits his slit.

You wrap your lips around his head, sucking him with shallow strokes, your hand firm and steady around his base. You roll the tip of your tongue around his sensitive tip and each drop of precum tastes sweeter than the last. Choso hums and kisses your pussy once again; the slow and languorous movement of his tongue sends pulses of pleasure all the way to your hair-ends, lulling you into a deep state of comfort; enough to let your head sink deeper and deeper between his thighs, sliding his cock to the back of your tongue until it dwells inside your warm throat.

“God, you’re incredible,” Choso moans and grunts, his thighs nearly vibrating from the hot and tight sensation. “Keep going baby… it feels–so good.”

You keep his cock buried inside your throat like a sleeve, your hand gripping his thigh and his backside, moving only to catch your breath and to keep him sensitive. And in return, he slides a stiff tongue inside of your entrance, his chin rubbing against your clit, savoring your delicate taste and the tightness of your walls. Choso flutters and rolls his tongue, and your nails dig into his thick thighs as you grind your hips against his mouth. And the pleasure he gives you flows back to him when you moan around his cock, teasing him with the vibrations of your throat.

You stay like this for moments, savoring and being savored, indulging and being indulged. Your hips and lips and fingers sway and curl in the same unhurried rhythm, wanting to stretch these sensations as long as you can. And your moans spill into each other’s cores as you revel in mutual pleasure.

You withdraw and look down towards your lover; his eyes closed and his brow upturned, licking your cunt like a sleepy little kitten, indulging in his milk. You smile and reach down to caress his jaw.

“You okay down there?” You ask.

“Mmhm…” he hums. “I could die like this…”

You laugh softly. “Come back to me, baby.”

He shifts and crawls on top of you, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and resting his entire weight on your body. He starts kissing your neck as you feel his cock press between your legs.

“Do you need me?” he asks softly, rubbing his cock against your clit, seeking permission to enter.

“I need you,” you whisper back. And his hips shift ever so slightly as his tip plunges inside your slit; a smooth and slick entrance, but with a thickness that stretches your walls—a hazy blur between pleasure and pain.

You wrap your arms around his smooth back, feeling his warm breath on your neck as he sinks deeper and deeper, until your hips finally touch and Choso sinks into you with a shudder. You moan, feeling fuller and tighter with his cock so close to your womb.

He nuzzles his eyelids against your shoulder. Quiet and unmoving. His breath hot and labored against your skin. You laugh softly, wondering if the overwhelming pleasure has knocked him unconscious.

“Choso?” You call to him, scratching lightly at the back of his neck.

“Hm?”

“Still with me, baby?”

He smiles against your skin, “Yeah. It’s just—you feel so fucking good.”

He finally moves his hips, slow and steady like rolling waves. You moan softly into his ear as his cock drags and hits all the right spots. And the sound of your voice provokes his hips to move faster; his hands wandering and grabbing every soft inch of your flesh, his lips biting and suckling on the base of your neck.

“You’re taking me so well, baby,” he sighs. “It’s like I’m made for you.”

He tilts his head to look down on you with a needy and primal gaze, his breath growing shallower as his thrusts grow harder and deeper. His hips snap against your skin, almost like a slap. Hot, coiling pleasure sears inside your belly as his presence overwhelms your senses; his deep, needy groans, his soft tongue against yours, the nebulous saltiness of his scent, and his heavy cock between your legs. Fucking you until you cling unto him for grounding, as if he’s the only one who can prevent your soul from falling into the abyss.

Choso grabs the back of your head, tilting you to meet his gaze.

“Do I feel good?” He asks you with ragged breaths.

“Y-yeah,” you moan. “So good.”

“Am I fucking you right?” He asks again.

“So right…”

“Do you love me?”

“I love you.”

His lips tremble, “Say that again. Please?”

“I love you…”

You said it with such earnest, such honesty, and with so much affection behind your hazy eyes, that a strangled noise leaves Choso’s throat. Prompting him to drive his cock upwards, hitting you at the perfect angle, with the perfect rhythm. So desperate to please, so desperate to finish. You cry out in ecstasy; your nails digging into his back as he hurtles you closer and closer to your peak.

“Choso–,” you moan.

“I know,” he huffs. “Me too.”

Choso’s abs tighten, his cock rumbling inside your tight cunt, his moans ragged as he nears his climax. But he grits his teeth with a hiss, trying his best to reign it in. Not yet, he thinks to himself. Not until you finish first.

“Cum for me, baby. Please,” he pleads. “Please, let me feel you.”

He reaches down to rub your clit with his thumb. And the sudden sting of pleasure breaks you apart—your body thrashing helplessly against the strength of your climax. The rush of blood feels searing hot underneath your skin, muffling and blurring the rest of your senses. And your walls begin to contract around his cock with an urgent rhythm, squeezing him and heightening his pleasure.

“Hngh— yes, yes, just like that, baby. Keep going for me. Keep going for me, please,” Choso rambles in between strangled moans. His hips nearly a blur as he fucks you for his climax.

Choso relishes the sight of you; your lips parted, your eyelids lowered, your head tilted back and snared frozen by ecstasy as you come on his cock. His cock. Through his rhythm and his thrusts. And no one else’s. Pride and love and passion swell in his chest as he gives you that rapturous, bone-melting pleasure that you deserve, drawing out a face that looks this fucking beautiful. An expression so radiant in its purity and so raw in its vulnerability.

He holds your head and torso steady, his thrusts growing frantic and relentless, devoid of any rhythm or restraint. And you bite back a scream as the drag of his cock becomes rough and overwhelming. Sustaining your climax until it consumes you in monstrous, cascading waves.

“Just a little more, baby. I’m so close, I’m so fucking close—ah—yes—“

You feel a sudden surge of heat as Choso’s come bursts straight into your womb, flooding you until you leak. His thighs shake and his hips jerk in a desperate staccato—grinding his cock to milk the rest of his spent, moaning and whispering your name as if in worship, until the words melt into a soft sigh on his lips. And his desperate thrusts halt into stillness. And his firm grip against your skin loosens into a soft rubbing of his thumb.

The earlier passion has faded into tenderness and soothing.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he says, panting.

“Not in a way I don’t like,” you answer.

His lips curl into a smile. He reaches upwards to caress your cheek.

“Can I keep holding you like this?” He asks. And you nod in response.

Your mind floats weightlessly, the rest of the world melting into mist like a distant dream. Your bodies remain melded together, and you forget where your body ends and where Choso’s begin. You forget which breath is yours and which is his when he kisses you with unbridled affection. You don’t even know if your fleeting thoughts are yours as your mind crawls toward lucidity. Perhaps it’s just his words echoing in your mind. But none of these are confusing to you. Such sensations are typical for two souls who share a heart; for lovers who know each other's bodies as well as they know their own. And Choso has mapped your body a thousand times; with his eyes, when he was pining for you, and with the rest of him when he was finally yours.

Choso withdraws and tucks your face towards the curve of his neck, resting your head on his arm, then pulling you closer to his chest with a large, flat hand. He drapes you with his weight, surrounding you with his radiant heat and his comforting scent. You can feel the way his chest expands and contracts in the rhythm of your breathing. You find soothing in the ebb and flow of your bodies. Your eyelids sink from the comfort of his embrace and the weight of your exhaustion.

There is no greater expression of tenderness and trust than the way you fall asleep in each other’s arms. With his eyes closed and his body growing limp, Choso has never looked so vulnerable and helpless. And yet he folds his arms protectively around you, as if he can shield you from the world in his sleep. At the same time, he curls his body into your form, tucking his thighs in between yours, making himself small enough for you to embrace the most of him. Because to Choso, you’re a sanctuary. A person from which he draws security and strength. And so you close your eyes, comfortable in this mutual dependency, in being both vulnerable and protective, finding solace in the warmth of each other's presence.

originally posted on ao3 thank you for giving this fanfic a chance! art by @WYY1KWKV88gg8uo on x

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seireiteihellbutterfly · 8 days

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April Drabbles - 18/31

Prompt: Caterpillar

Pairing: Choso x Fem! Reader

Lately, you’d been feeling like a caterpillar, an ugly, crawly, thing, just eating and cocooning up in the blanket every evening. It wasn’t clear why but every day just felt like an ick day, with you feeling lost and wondering if there was a point to it all.

As you lay burritoed on the sofa, you feel gloomy inside but can’t quite put a finger on the reason. Choso quietly sits near your head before pulling you up, burrito and all so that your head was resting on his lap.

“You’ll always be the prettiest butterfly to me,” he says reassuringly, stroking your cheek.

The gesture causes a tear to fall and you give him a weak watery smile.

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angelltheninth · 4 months

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Oooh! From the fluffy prompt list can you do: i love your laugh with choso pls 🙏🙏😘

Thank you for the kissy face! Makes me happy.

Pairing: Choso Kamo x Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, compliments, teasing, kissing, blushing Choso Kamo

A/N: I'm really enjoying doing drabbles again. Think it's breaking my writing block/me hating my writing.

21. "I love your laugh."

Choso could count things he really liked on one hand. One of those things was definitely you. He's liked you for a long time and you dating him seemed almost too good to be real to him. A dream that he didn't dare have and was too scared to awake from. He was blunt with his feelings and told you everything he was feeling whenever he was feeling it.

When you heard about how he feels that you're like dream it sounded so romantic that you swooned, hugged him tight and laughed at the dramatic way he put it.

Choso hugged you back and mumbled, hopefully low enough that you didn't pick it up, "I love your laugh." His voice wasn't quite as low as he thought it'd be and it made you laugh even more. Despite the blush on his face he kept holding you in his arms, indulging you further.

"I wish you laughed more too. I don't hear it often." When you pushed up to kiss him his blush got worse, now very evident on his pale complexion. "You do seem to smile a lot more nowadays, which is a start. You have a pretty smile Choso." If he was complimenting you every given moment it was only right that you do the same. His laughs and smiles, no matter how rare were one of your favorite things about him too.

"Then give me something good to smile about." He took your hand and kissed your inner wrist softly, his lips being slightly cold to the touch.

You decided to fix that quickly, "Anything special you want?" You made it a point to let your eyes look over his lips, and the small upward quirk that settled on his red face.

"Well I'm no expert but a kiss always gets a smile out of me." Choso was very touch-starved and pretty much any kind of affectionate and intimate contact made him happy. Kisses were very high up there on the list, maybe his favorite thing, so simple yet very effective in lifting his spirits.

You let out another, smaller laugh as you cupped his cheeks and brushed your fingers over the marks there. "Sounds like an experts opinion to me." Soon enough his lips went from cold to warm with your pressing against them, from quick kisses to deep and passionate ones that left you both short of breath.

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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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✧꧂ Please comment ur thoughts/feelings!! I’m curious + that encourages me to keep writing this fic! ♡

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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missphanosaur18 · 7 months

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I've seen a lot of fics lately that kind of hint at Choso having a blood Fetish because of his cursed technique and tbh I'd like to jump in that boat. Plz write more bloody Choso fics, I live for them! 😍

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damn-stark · 5 months

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Bestiee!not sure if the request are open but if they are can you do one with choso x reader where she accidentally makes him a bit mad and he decides to give her silent treatment then goes to sleep and when he wakes up he finds her asleep on the floor on his side of bed with tears stains of her cheeks and he just feels horrible for doing that and making her cry (make him cry eheh)

Forgive me

Warning- slight angst? Swearing, FLUFF

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It was just a stupid fight. It was really, really fucking stupid now that you think about it, but Choso is really mad.

Not in the way where he’s yelling, he barely raised his voice when you were arguing. He’s not throwing things either, when he’s that angry it’s only when it’s about his father. He’s just quiet which is the worst thing possible. And yes, he’s a quiet person, but he’s not talking to you, he’s ignoring you.

You hate it, you fucking hate that he’s not talking to you, that he avoids eye contact and doesn’t want to even sit next to you. It hurts, it…really hurts your heart.

“Choso, please I’m sorry, please talk to me,” you plead as you can’t take the agony, you can’t take him being distant. “At least tell me you want space. Just please don’t keep this going, please,” you plead in a shaky voice.

Choso lifts his eyes to finally look at you, but the moment you lock eyes he quickly averts his gaze and gets up, making you think he’ll finally say something. Anything would ease some of your concerns.

However, Choso just walks away and leaves you standing there facing the spot where he once was.

You’re tempted to go after him and continue pleading, continue asking for his attention until he finally gives you the time of day, but what would be the point if he can’t even look at you for more than a second, he can’t stand you right now. So the best thing you can do is just leave him alone….

But you hate it, you hate that you made him feel so angry that he doesn’t want to talk to you. You! He’s always so sweet and gentle, he never leaves you hanging, nor does he ever grow tired of hearing you talk. So it makes your stomach churn with so much agony that he’s being this way, that you made him feel this way.

But what can you do now?

Damn.

You sit down on the couch and just sit in silence with guilt and ache for what you did to him, causing you to cry.

You try to stop, but nothing you tell yourself helps, you feel bad, and you feel so overwhelmed that you continue to cry until you end up falling asleep on the couch.

Eventually, after a while, Choso came looking for you, after he had fallen asleep on the bed and woke up searching for you beside him, but the spot was cold and untouched. So he got up and went to look for you in the bathroom, and even if the lights weren’t on, maybe you were just sitting there so he looked.

But no you weren’t there, so he went on and wandered to the living room, and that’s where he found you balled up on the couch without a blanket.

“Y/N?” He finally spoke your name as he actually didn’t like not having you next to him, and as he realized that being angry at you was stupid.

Nevertheless, when you didn’t answer he walked over to you and that’s when he noticed the tear stains on your cheeks, and how puffy your eyes are from all the crying. All because of him.

He was so mad at you that he ended up hurting you. You, one of the people he never wanted to hurt. He couldn’t stand the thought of hurting you, but here you are after you cried yourself to sleep because of him…

He can’t even fathom that guilt, it hurts his heart and soul that he sees you this way.

He can’t stand another minute of it.

“Y/N,” he calls out and gently presses his hand on your cheek so you can wake up.

And when you open your eyes the first thing you see is your boyfriend on his knees in front of you with his own eyes welling with tears.

“I’m sorry,” he interjects shakily. “I’m sorry, please forgive me, my love. Please, please.”

You’d tear up too but you already cried so much that you can’t so you just smile and throw your arms around his neck to embrace him.

“I’m sorry too,” you tell him by his ear. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it, I didn’t want to hurt you.”

Choso scoffs. “You didn't, I was just being stupid, and I’m sorry because I made you cry,” he insists. “I’m sorry.”

You pull back and cup his jaw while he cups your cheeks and caresses them gently. “I love you,” he whispers. “I never want to see you like this. I just mean I never want to be the cause of this again, forgive me.”

You laugh softly and press your forehead against his. “Let's just agree to forgive each other or we’ll get nowhere, hm?”

Choso lets out a quiet laugh and nods. “All right.”

You grin and lean in to steal a kiss from him. He holds onto you tighter to not fall back and instead he pulls you up with him without once pulling apart until he needs to say something.

“Let’s go to bed,” he murmurs against your lips before he presses a kiss on the corner of your mouth. You giggle and he smiles and presses a kiss on your forehead before he presses one last deep kiss on your lips.

“Hm?” He hums.

You nod. “Okay,” you agree softly and quickly slide off the couch to pull him with you to your room hand in hand.

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colonelarr0w · 2 months

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Choso is attached to your hip in a way that a cat is attached to his owner — but it leads to a little tradition that you can pinpoint as your favorite.

“Cho? I’m going to shower honey, are you coming?”

Choso glances up at you from his place on the couch, standing from its cushions and immediately following you into the bathroom.

You smile, placing down your folded clothes on the sink and closing the toilet seat. At the sound of clinking porcelain, Choso takes his designated seat, crossing his legs and watching you intently.

“So, how was your movie night with Yuuji?” you ask, stripping yourself of your clothes and turning on the shower. Choso hums, smiling for a flicker of a second before he begins to ramble.

You extend your hand to check the temperature of your shower, still listening to your boyfriend as he recounts his day with Yuuji.

“He really enjoys those movies, I do not, but they make him happy,” Choso says, shuddering at the remembrance of the movie that Yuuji had shown him.

You chuckle, stepping into the shower.

And even after your shower, Choso sits patiently and watches as you towel dry your hair and brush through it. Neither of you say a word now — but neither of you mind the silence.

“Can I help?” Choso offers, extending his hand towards the hair dryer. You smile at him, allowing him to take it from you as he stands to his full height. He hums, threading his fingers through your hair before taking your hairbrush, drying your hair in the exact same way that he had watched you do it.

This was your little routine, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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amywritesthings · 3 months

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Operation: Battlepass (AKA the Totally Awesome Plan to Play Wingman by Yuuji Itadori) / a Choso x OFC story

After choosing to live together as brothers, Yuuji decides to introduce Choso to the wonderful world of gaming. What he didn't expect is for Choso to fall head over heels for his online friend. Naturally, hijinks must ensue, and the gang comes up with a plan to make this romcom a reality.

word count: 3k (part one of ??) tags: au - canon divergence, fluff, romantic comedy, told in yuuji's pov, ultimate big brother!choso, gaming, online friendshipcredit: dividers by @saradika-graphics

read on ao3 here.

PART ONE: THE INTRODUCTION

disclaimer: this is a very crack slice of life story. everyone's alive. itadori is friends with an adult through online gaming. their dynamic is very much 'you're a kid and i have to protect you from weirdos in gaming lobbies'. iris is inspired by my own older online friends growing up. it's nothing nefarious.

Yuuji Itadori has never been a wingman.

Well — kind of.

If you scratch all of the times that Itadori went along with the ‘Save Megumi’ plan conjured up by the brilliant (and twisted) minds of Gojo-sensei and Kugisaki, then he’s technically never been a wingman.

Come to think of it, he’s never really given the act of dating much thought.

It isn’t like he’s ever had much skin in the game.

Itadori’s never had a partner, for one.

Fushiguro is smooth enough to flirt without anyone’s help, two.

Kugisaki can be a little intimidating all on her own, three.

So it leaves… well, Itadori to cheer on his perfectly-capable friends as they navigate what it means to be a teenager.

It also leaves him wondering if one day he’ll know the tv-show-butterfly feeling of helping two lonely souls get together.

(He really should focus on his own love life, but given the whole Sukuna ordeal? That’s a mess he hasn’t quite ironed out yet.)

Enter: Choso, his alleged big brother from another mother.

(Or another father? That’s another thing he’s gotta iron out. More at 11.)

Getting a two-bedroom bachelor pad with the guy you only met, like, a few weeks ago wasn't on his year-end bingo card.

"Really?" If Fushiguro and Nobara question something simultanously, that usually spells danger.

"Yeah!" Itadori exclaims, sipping on his tea. "I mean, why not, right?"

"Wasn't he the guy trying to kill you?" Fushiguro grunts.

"Then he changed his mind on a dime and demanded he protect you with every blood cell in his body?" Nobara adds, lips trembling from her attempt to hide a smile at her pun.

(Neither of the boys catch it.)

Itadori grimaces. "Well, when you put it that way..."

Fushiguro leans back. "Trying to kill you—"

Nobara leans forward. "—to defending you—"

They come together again, and Itadori sinks in his booth.

"—in a few hours."

"Okay, okay, I get it!" Itadori whines. "But it'll be fine. We're great pals and figured it out. He's totally normal now."

So normal that Choso's in the booth at the other end of the restaurant, sipping a coffee black with a newspaper upside-down, waiting to take Itadori and his friends to the shopping district later.

(It's a little weird admittedly, but Itadori thinks it's endearing. He cares!)

So, yeah.

He ditched living at Jujutsu High in order to move in with his brother under the approval of his instructor.

Maybe it was a hasty decision, but Itadori will take the blame on that one.

Call it excitement or stupidity, he doesn’t mind.

After spending a lot of his life wishing he had a sibling of his own, it’s kinda cool to live a brother.

Not even a brother, but a big brother who takes his job very seriously.

For starters, Itadori always gets to order wherever he wants for takeout dinner, which never got to happen back at Jujutsu High.

Fushiguro used to be apathetic about what they’d order, which meant Kugisaki took the liberty in steamrolling every decision.

Now?

Itadori gets to show Choso every single one of his favorite foods and then some.

The guy doesn’t eat much — apparently something to do with being a curse, not that Itadori judges — but he thoroughly enjoys the nights watching Choso squint over a takeout box trying to figure out what the heck is in the thing.

It’s nice teaching someone else the ropes, rather than feeling clueless in his own life.

He shows Choso how to cook; how to clean, though they’re both fairly great at lifting furniture to get into those hard-to-reach spots; how to pay bills over the internet — or just to pay for bills in general.

However, there is one important item in life he has to show his big brother:

Video games.

Apparently all he ever played when he was with Jogo, Brains, and Mahito were board games.

Snooze.

Boring.

“Today is your lucky day,” he tells the man with tightly-coiled space buns one day while Choso's watching television.

Itadori thrusts a coveted console controller into his view with excitement.

Choso blinks down at it with confusion.

“Because I — Yuuji Itadori, your little bro — am going to show you the wonders and joys of gaming.”

“I know how to play games, Yuuji,” Choso flatly replies, though there’s a warmth to his tone no matter when he speaks to Itadori.

The pink-haired boy shakes his head.

“I’m not talking about Life or Trouble or, ugh, Monopoly — though you can technically play them on a console.”

Choso’s brows slide high: really?

“Yeah, really.”

“Huh.”

The man with the black strip over his nose tests the weight of the console controller in his hand, lip slightly pouted.

“So what do you… do?”

“Press buttons, mostly.”

Itadori holds up his own decked-out controller — a modified neon blue and black masterpiece that glows in the dark — and presses a few of the buttons to show him.

“You’ll get used to it. Trust me, it’s way easier in practice.”

Sitting beside his brother with crossed legs, he triggers the console to wake up to its dashboard.

The game show disappears, and a brilliant burst of color takes over the screen.

The reaction is priceless — Choso’s eyes widen to the size of saucers.

Aw, yeah, he has him interested now.

“Do you play these games with your friends?” Choso asks quietly, poking at a button with his thumb.

“Sometimes,” Itadori replies. “Fushiguro isn’t a fan of them. Nobara gets way too competitive. Like… scary competitive. We limit her screen time.”

Choso snorts. “I can picture that.”

Itadori grins and opens up a few window menus so he can set up a profile for Choso on his console.

He hands over his main controller and gestures to Choso.

“Pick whatever profile photo you want.”

Sticking his tongue to the left in the exact way Itadori does when he’s concentrating, Choso flicks over the right joystick to search through the images.

“Itadori?”

“Yeah, Choso?”

“I don’t see my face.”

“Huh?”

“The photographs.” Choso points to the screen. “Where am I?”

Itadori blinks before he realizes.

“Oh! You… don’t, ha. You pick a character.” He pauses. “Like how you choose a thimble or a car and stuff in Monopoly.”

Choso sucks in a sharp inhale and nods in understanding before fluttering through a few more options with more confidence.

He settles over a photo of Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider series before clicking it.

“Like this?”

“What, you like Lara?”

“Is that her name?”

“Yeah, she’s kinda super badass.” Itadori takes back the controller to finish up his profile. “My one online friend really likes those games—”

Then, brilliance hits him.

It doesn’t happen often, but today?

Itadori strikes gold.

“Oh, hey — if you want, you can kinda see how me and my one friend play. She’s usually on at this hour. Here.”

He pauses to reach around the couch only to hold out a headset for Choso to take.

“Wear this. It’s my spare.”

With that same inquisitive squint, Choso observes at the headphones with scrutiny.

Itadori showcases how to put them on, popping his RGB headset over his head and squishing his pink hair to his head.

It takes a little finessing with his hairstyle, but Choso does the same. He lets the headphones sit on his head and doesn’t move.

“You good?”

“What?” Choso’s voice shouts over the noise-cancelling feature.

“I said are you—” Itadori pauses, holding up a thumbs up.

Choso blinks. Then his thumb raises.

Good.

Itadori blinks back to the television screen where he signs on as himself — YuuMasterGeneral — before searching for a particular name on his friends list.

Truth be told, he’s only ever talked to this girl.

He has no clue what she looks like in person because he’s never met her in person, but she sounds pretty nice.

After Grandpa got sick, there wasn’t much to do around the house.

Sitting in a quiet house wasn’t cutting it, so Itadori tried his hand at online gaming lobbies.

Most of them sucked.

Most of them were full of assholes.

But he got lucky — an older girl that went by the moniker of Iris was nice enough to join his team.

That first night, they talked for hours about nothing in particular. Eventually he told her about his grandpa, and she added him as a friend. Iris told him to poke her whenever she was on so he had someone to play with.

Honestly? It was exactly the kind of lifeline he needed at the time.

After that, he gamed with Iris pretty regularly. Although they mostly game, sometimes they chat about their other hobbies. He's learned she has a full-time job, just recently graduating from university. A few times she's given a sprinkle of real life advice, from an adult figuring it out a couple of steps ahead of a teenager.

He felt safe. Seen.

He and Iris have been friends ever since.

Iris was good at gaming. Like, impossibly good.

So good she’d probably even beat Nobara.

But she wasn’t obnoxious about her wins, which was why Itadori enjoyed chatting with her so much.

Last time he talked to her was maybe six weeks ago. She’d been busy with her day job, but Itadori had been really busy with… well, everything to do with sorcery.

Surely she wouldn’t get weirded out about showing his older brother the ropes, right?

Iris was a private person, something Itadori could very respect, but he felt comfortable enough to invite her into this little debacle of his life now that Choso was going to be a permanent member of his family.

IRISSIRI IS ONLINE.

“Oh, cool, she’s on.”

“Who?” Choso asks, pushing a headphone off of his ear so he can hear Yuuji properly.

“My friend, Iris,” Itadori explains as he clicks to invite her to a party chat.

He then adds Choso, whose eyes widen at the magical sound of his little brother’s voice suddenly coming through the headset clear as day.

“This sounds…”

Choso trails off, blinking as he hears the echo of his own voice.

Itadori laughs and leans over to mess with his settings once more.

“Sorry — gotta mute yourself, buddy, otherwise we’ll get an echo going.”

Then a tiny chime sounds, and the brothers simultaneously stare at the television.

“Hello?”

Her voice is smooth as honey and soft, like she’s surprised to get the call.

Itadori immediately perks up, but he notices how Choso doesn’t move.

He just… stares, lips parted.

“Iris!” he greets excitedly. “Hey! Long time, no chat.”

“Yuuji,” she greets in return with a small smile in her voice. “Hey, no kidding. How’s it going? And who’s this…. Guest, person?”

“Oh — I haven’t given him a username yet. Iris, I wanted you to meet my big brother, Choso. Choso, this is my online friend Iris.”

He turns his head to look at Choso in the glow of the tv, but his brows furrow when he notices the pale complexion of Choso’s face turn a warm pink.

“Choso?” she asks, and Choso’s throat bobs.

Maybe he’s nervous about new people?

He’s never really been that nervous before.

“I didn’t know you had siblings!”

“Ha, yeah, it’s a complicated situation,” Itadori explains before flicking up his microphone stick so he can whisper directly to Choso: “You can speak in the microphone, you know.”

Choso clears his throat, his pink face turning scarlet in stark contrast to the black stripe across the bridge of his nose, before nodding.

“....I’m his big brother.”

“Cool, cool,” she chides in return, and Itadori can’t even believe what he’s seeing:

His older brother practically melts in his seat as he presses a hand gently to his headphone as if to push it closer to his ear.

"It’s super nice to meet you, big brother Choso.”

Choso bites his lower lip and glances up at the screen. “You… have a really pretty voice—”

Uh oh.

Abort mission.

Itadori flies off of the end of the couch to quickly flick his microphone up to mute them both for a little familial aside. “Dude!”

Choso’s surprised, still sporting the blush.

“What?”

“You can’t hit on my online friend!”

“I wasn’t hitting anyone, I was talking!” Choso hisses right back under his breath.

“Hitting on, not hitting!"

"Whatever!"

"Look: telling my friend she has a pretty voice is a little weird, okay?”

Suddenly the man looks a little worried. “It is?”

Itadori nods. “Yeah. Girls get bothered online all the time. Just… be cool.”

He slowly drops his microphone back down.

Choso deflates and nods.

“Sorry about that! Yeah, no, he’s never played video games before so I thought we could show him how it’s done.”

“It's fine. But wait: he’s never played video games before?” Iris asks over her mic with a little laugh. “Seriously?”

Choso smiles small at that.

It’s lopsided and goofy.

Itadori feels like he’s in the twilight zone.

“Did he live under a rock?” she adds in a gentle tease.

“Something like that.” Yuuji tells her, quickly loading up Fortnite for a game of Duos so Choso can listen and watch. “He’ll just hang with us while we play, if that’s cool with you?”

“So long as he doesn’t mind me asking him questions while we play,” Iris replies, sending a quick game invite to Itadori’s screen.

Both Itadori and Choso stare at one another.

Choso points at himself.

Itadori nods and points at him.

“Me?” Choso asks in a bit of a confused voice.

“Well, I’ve known your little brother for two years now, but I don’t exactly know you, ” Iris explains. “In a way, I kinda felt like his far-away big sister, so I'm happy to know he's got someone looking after him. So how old are you?”

Choso sits up a little taller.

“I'm one hundred and fif—”

“The same age as you!” Itadori chirps, cutting Choso off. “He’s twenty five.”

He can not have his normie friends find out about curse spirits and all of that insanity.

Itadori’s just grateful Sukuna never appeared cackling at his cheek in the middle of an intense match to make a pass out of bad taste.

Choso looks absolutely confused, but he slowly nods in tandem with Itadori’s pleading nod.

“...yes, I am... twenty-five years old.”

“Sweet, same age,” Iris chirps, and that goofy little look shows up on Choso’s face again.

(What gives, dude?!)

“And you’ve never played a single game before?” she asks as they load into the next lobby.

“I like Life.”

“The board game?”

“Yeah.”

“I was so bad at that game.”

“The spinner can really put you in debt,” Choso agrees with a solemn nod—

And Iris giggles.

Itadori blinks.

As he departs his character from the sky bus at the location Iris placed on the map, his lips begin to pull down to a grimace.

He’s never heard her laugh like that.

Not even when she's put toxic guys to shame and made them rage quit in Call of Duty.

“How did you meet my younger brother?” Choso asks, suddenly emboldened by the laugh.

“We met in a Destiny 2 lobby, actually,” Iris explains happily. “He helped me with a few of my bigger raids. When I found out the kid was fifteen-something, I felt like I had to make sure no one was a jerk to him in any future lobbies.”

“So you protected him?” Choso murmurs with surprise.

“More like shepherded him through games, sorta like a—”

“—big sister would,” Choso finishes for her.

“Kind of! Like I said earlier, Yuuji’s a good kid. And he’s really solid at playing games.” Iris clears her throat. “Yuuji, six o’clock. There is a drop over there.”

“Aye, aye, ma’am.”

“Yuuji.”

“Miss!” Itadori corrects. “I mean Miss!”

“Jesus, he acts like I’m fifty sometimes,” Iris bemoans, and Choso smirks.

“Yeah. He acts like I’m a hundred and fifty,” the older man cheekily replies, and Itadori scowls.

On Itadori’s screen, they watch as a potential enemy rounds the corner of the building Itadori’s looting —

He doesn't act fast enough to attack —

But suddenly they fall to their knees, before bursting into confetti with all of their items strewn about.

K.O.

They both hear Iris whistle from her microphone.

“Respect your elders, kid.”

“Thanks, Eye. I didn’t realize there were people on my spot,” Itadori chimes.

Yeah.

Because he’s too busy listening to Choso act like he’s going to eat the mic to get closer to Iris —

And the fact that his online friend, his very normal friend, is giggling the way some girls giggle whenever…

They look…

At Gojo-sensei.

Itadori stops moving his thumbs on the controller, too deep in thought to play as Iris carries them.

She's scoping perimeters while he's busy putting the puzzle pieces together.

He's blushing.

She's giggling.

His Mikasa Ackerman avatar gets shot down, and Iris is shouting that she's coming back to save him —

But his eyes are on the guy opposite to him on the couch staring intently.

Not at the game, no.

At Iris’ little avatar that shows up every time she speaks.

Her icon's a little chibi Lara Croft.

Kind of like his generic Lara Croft icon.

Some weirdly-fated choice in a sea of happenstances.

Huh.

Wait a second.

"Hey, Choso, do you mind taking over for me in the next game?"

Choso whips his attention, eyes widening with uncertainty. "Me?"

Iris laughs again, and Itadori sees it in real-time: that butterfly-in-your-stomach goofy face, smack dab on Choso's lips.

"I'm down if you're down, Choso."

Quickly he takes the glowing controller from his younger brother and straightens up. "I can learn."

"Just don't go running off on me on the map, alright?" Iris requests playfully. "Stick with me and we'll easily get to last twenty."

"I won't fail you," Choso promises with a nod.

Itadori crosses his arms, observing and listening to Iris explain the game gently to Choso.

Although she was just as gentle with him, Itadori can hear something different in her voice. It's like she's trying to get Choso to answer her so he can talk. She asks him questions that will get him to talk more and more, until they're having a full-blown conversation without Itadori in sight.

Interesting.

He likes her voice, that much he's deduced.

But does she like his voice, too?

Something's happening here.

The cogs are turning.

Maybe —

Just maybe —

Yuuji Itadori can actually be a real, bonafide wingman.

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