#god i really fucking love choso though
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yesterday i found volume 16 of jjk at walmart and dear lord that was so engaging to read even though ive seen it before physical manga is fucking awesome
EDIT: the geto on the cover is also very sexy and i want to fuck him.
#it basically was wrapping up the shibuya arc. got some choso moments and met yuta#was really great though seriously its so much different to actually have a physical manga like entirely different experience.#and i noticed a lot more plot details#JJK MANGA SPOILERS AHEAD FOR THOSE WHO LIKE. HAVENT READ IT BUT#theres a scene where choso tells everyone that kenjaku was the man who created all the death paintings. and then he says to itadori#dont you remember your mother having stitches on her forehead and i was like. :O#bc i totally glazed over it when i read it digitally#god i really fucking love choso though#one of those characters that totally came from nowhere and became a fan favorite for me#i just love the way he plays such a good and responsible older brother to itadori#and his fight against naoya where he scolds him for being a bad younger brother and just FLOODS him with blood#i can literally imagine it being animated and it gives me chills#jjk
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guide you all the way down, be your nightlight ๋࣭ ⭑⚝
up to the challenge : ⌞no nut november⌝ edition [ pt 1 - pt 3 - pt 4 ]
☾₊‧⁺...ft. : nanami kento + h. hiromi + k. choso
☾₊‧⁺...cw : fingerfucking, squirting, dirty talking, begging, deep throating condom breaking, excessive cum, riding, kento being lovey-dovey, hiromi nearly loses his mind, choso being whiny and desperate, reader is on birth control but choso is just worried about the mess of no condom, choso's part is very long and indulgent
☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : to the anon who requests choso and nanami, i hope you don't mind i threw higuruma in here too, i really wanted to include him since he gives the vibes of being in the middle between nanami and choso 🖤 thank you so much for the request !
✧ n. kento lasts : entire month
you were the one to bring this up to kento, mentioning in passing that gojo wouldn't shut up about this 'challenge' he and geto were going to participate in. with a hum, he asks if you were trying to suggest something to him. if you wanted him to try this little 'game,' he wouldn't mind...as long as you'd let him pamper you all month. and he really does; he's breezing through each day as though nothing is wrong. kento's still as sweet as ever, constantly cuddling you, taking you out on formal dates, and telling you how much he loves you. he manages well the entire November, only showing weakness whenever you try to tease him. but of course, if you're going to try and break his streak, he just spreads you out on the bed, fingerfucking you until you squirt all over his hand. eventually, the whole month flies by, and kento genuinely feels relief that it's over. but he's a little shocked when he comes home, and you're dressed in a pretty, yellow matching lingerie set as you drag him into the bedroom that's filled with candles and roses...he pampered you all month, now it was his turn to be pampered.
"kentooo~"
having you between his legs like this, cooing his name so sweetly, causes a shiver to shoot down his spine. you look so adorable, so gorgeous on your knees and pressing kisses up and down his length. those pretty kiss marks would be burned into his mind for weeks. but what makes his stomach flip the most? is that look in your eye. that needy, desperate, loving gaze...it made his cock twitch in your hands.
"darling, please," he sighs, one of his hands coming up to cup your cheek. you smile at him, you fucking smile at him like you aren't peppering his cock in kisses. with a little nip to his thumb, you giggle, nuzzling into his palm. "just focus on me, okay, ken?" he nods, sucking in a breath when your lips press against the tip of his dick.
"fuck, princess, god, when you suck me down like that-!"
the calm, sweet environment was gone now, with the way you sloppily sucked his cock. it was so fucking messy, your lipstick smearing all over his shaft as your manicured hand cupped his balls, softly massaging them as you felt your spit dripping down to your hand. "yes, yes, just like that, princess, k-keep going. oh, you're so fucking beautiful with my cock in your throat, 'm gonna cum soon in that pretty throat," he oh-so gorgeously moans for you, throwing his head back as he tries not to buck up into your hot mouth.
for being such a refined, put-together man, kento loves when you give him such messy head, seeing how your lipstick is smeared everywhere, your chin dripping with precum and saliva. you could feel him throb in your throat just from the view. your kento is so sweet like this, doing his best not to fuck your mouth. but could anyone blame him when your mouth is so hot and wet? god, he never wants you to stop, not when you make him feel so greedy.
each time you take him down your throat, kento swears he's going to cum, his head lolling back again as he lets out a deep groan of your name when you take all of him down like it's nothing. he wanted nothing more than to grab you by your hair and fuck your mouth like he wanted...but he wouldn't. no, he's going to keep letting his darling pamper him how she wants...but when he keeps just moaning your name so sweetly, begging you to let him cum...
"p-please, honey, I'm so close, let me cum, my pretty girl, let me cum, I'll do anything-!"
how could you say no to that?
✧ h. hiromi lasts : entire month
by the end of the first week, hiromi realizes how much he fucking regretted doing this. dealing with his cases has him so stressed he's surprised he didn't go completely grey. every time he comes home, he just wants to love on you, his darling little wife, but he can’t because he’s already dedicated to beating this foolish challenge. so while he can't cum, he is sure to take his frustrations out on you. but it literally crushes him each time he makes you cum, whether it be with his hands, mouth, or dick, and you look at him with those cute pleading eyes, softly whining for him to let you take care of him and make him cum too.
you are too cute for your own good, nearly causing hiromi to cave in several times as the month progressed. even you can see how it was affecting him, as he gets more and more desperate to make you cum, his eyes always zeroed in on your face to ensure your feeling good. he was a prideful, strong man, but fuck, he was so frustrated and pent up that he started to beg you to cum.
"you're close, right? i can feel it, sweet thing. just listen to your pussy, she's so wet and sloppy, just from my fingers," he groans into your ear, sounding so wrecked and needy, and he hasn't even touched himself once. but you can hear it, the annoyance in his tone. hiromi is so close to breaking, to giving up and you nearly beg him again to just fuck you, but your eyes catch a glimpse of the clock on the wall.
12:27 am.
it was december. he did it, he fucking made it, and you were desperately clawing at his wrist, trying to get his attention. "'romi, 'r-'romi! 's december, you made it, please, pull it out, t-take your dick out, 'romi, need you in me so bad!"
with a quick glance to the clock to make sure you weren't fucking with him, hiromi lets out a delirious laugh, undoing his pants enough to pull his throbbing cock out, and he easily folds you in half, sliding his tip through the sopping wet mess between your thighs. "i made it, didn't i? i made it. so now you're gonna reward me, right?" you squeal when you feel the tip of his cock get caught on the entrance of your hole and nudge in juuust enough for you to cry out his name, gushing from the little stimulation it gives you.
"look at you...I've been neglecting this little cunt, my fingers aren't enough, my mouth isn't enough. no, no, she needs t' be stuffed with a thick, fat cock to make 'er cream...isn't that right, angel?"
✧ k. choso lasts : 30 minutes
choso was stupid. he was so fucking stupid for even thinking he could do this challenge. he literally heard about it from yuuji before but had no idea what it meant. so here he was, looking at the calendar on his phone. it was mid-morning, and 5 minutes ago, he decided to do this challenge. choso should've remembered that he was a desperate man when it came to you because the second you come out of the bedroom, rubbing your eyes as you sleepily greet your boyfriend, he knows he's fucked. but seeing you in his black t-shirt and likely nothing else and choso let out a shaky sigh. just looking at you has his mind racing with all the different ways he wants to have you. you’d look really cute in his lap with a blissed-out smile on your face. with a needy whine, he stands up, dragging you back to the bedroom as he greedily kisses you, shoving his tongue into your mouth and moaning against your lips.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, 'm sorry, you look s' cute, so pretty, m-my pretty baby, y-your cunt is sucking me in—!"
choso is a mess, fucking into you from behind. his hands grip your hips, keeping your ass up in the air as his cock abuses your insides, his hot, thick tip smushing against your cervix. he's fucking you into the mattress, his moans mixing with yours and those sweet, wet squelching sounds coming from your pussy, sucking his cock back in with each pull out of you.
"moan louder, please? m-move your head, stop muffling yourself w-with the pillow," he whines, his body hovering over yours. you can feel drool dripping from his mouth onto your back, and just the feeling makes your eyes roll back. knowing he was so needy and desperate just to get his dick wet inside of you that he was drooling all over you made your walls clench so hard around him.
"c-cho, 's too fucking deep, b-baby, 'm gonna cum," you sob, hands clawing into the pillowcase.
instantly, you feel choso grip you harder, barely pulling out of you as his hips slap against yours in a bruising fashion, your body jolting up the bed with how hard he was fucking you. "don' run, please,, don' run from it," he whimpers, choking on a sob as he feels himself twitch inside your gummy walls, his hips stuttering against yours when you keen, pushing back against him when he hits a spot that feels so good. "fuck, f-fuck, 'm cumming, your pussy's so good, so wet, so fuckin' hot, 'm sorry, 'm cumming-!" despite his orgasm rushing over him, he keeps fucking you, his eyes rolling back as he moans your name over and over again, begging you for...something.
he doesn't notice the sudden change, but you do, suddenly feeling warm and full inside as he keeps pounding into you. your eyes snap open, and you whine, turning a little to press your hand against his chest. "cho, h-honeyyyy! t-the condom, you broke the condom, you're cummin' in me!' you can't lie, it feels so good, and you feel your head swimming as he pumps thick seed into your needy cunt. it's another minute until he's done, and he starts to pull out but sees how creamy his cock is...and the way the condom is ripped at the top.
he...he just came in you. his thick cum was starting to drip out of you, and your hand came up to press against your hole, not wanting to drip it onto the mattress. but he only registered it as you wanting to keep it inside...you wanted his cum? you wanted him to fill up that pretty pussy? he didn't even realize he was speaking out loud, quickly peeling off the broken condom and lining back up with your creamy cunt.
"i-i don't mind it, choso, b-but t-take the condom off b-before you-chooo, babyyy, w-wait, that's so deep-!"
"s-shhh, s'okay, you can take it, take it for me, 's okay, i always make it fit, i-it fits so good, pretty cunt, 's all mine, 'm gonna cum 'n you over and over again until your a creamy little mess, baby, i-i'll eat it outta you too, promise, promise, just let me stuff you, please!"
hm, maybe he'd tell you later this was supposed to be a challenge...maybe not and just pretend like he needed you real bad today.
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jjk men: sub edition
characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, okkotsu yūta, kamo chōsō, & sukuna ryōmen.
warnings: 18+ mdni, smut, fem!reader, gn!reader (gojo), sub!characters, vibrating sex toys (gojo's and geto's), face riding (yuta's), pegging (choso's), refusal to submit (sukuna's), whining, whimpering, pleading, begging, dirty talk, bondage (gojo's), p in v intercourse (geto [riding] & sukuna [mating press]), anal sex (choso's obvi), slight rim play (gojo's), degrading & praising, pet names, gojo selfishly whines, geto can't keep his composure, okkotsu loves you, choso's completely fucked out, sukuna shares a body with itadori (& doesn't care about your kinks), fyi the reader isn't very dominant (more neutral, maybe i'll write another one of these with a dom!reader later on)
a/n: this came about 'cause of some hate from an anon about me writing satoru gojo whimpering & that men shouldn't whimper or moan? next time, be a dear and send it off anon? i'll answer you more thoroughly that way. i love having the option that is 'write to spite'. wc: 3.2k total. m.list
divider credit: @hitobaby
❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮…❞ who isn’t really all that submissive– at least not on the surface. in public his exterior shone a haughty personality but in the midst of silk sheets, he whined like a little bitch.
soft whines of ‘please, baby…’ and ‘r-right there– yes…’ as you moved the vibrator towards the tip of his cock. he was sitting up against the headboard, his knees slightly bent and his bright eyes were glued on your hand that held the small pink wand.
you knew gojo quite well, the man could withstand almost anything sorcery related; curses expelling out left and right, best friends turned enemies– but he couldn’t handle the juddering feeling of a sex toy. he’d practically short-circuit. his entire body would freeze up as you ran it along the side of his thigh, a dulled lust sinking within his eyes and suddenly his cock would be rock hard.
you’d watch as his legs would spread open for you, a quiet obedience held within the air and you’d hum in content as he let you shed his trousers and boxers. and holy shit, it was so intoxicating to take in how fucking hard he got just from the slight indication of the vibrator buzzing up his thigh.
he wouldn’t be quiet for long though, no– that was just for show. as soon as your hand grabbed at his flushed cock, a choked gasp would follow and a bunch of pleas would spill out of his mouth like a waterfall.
“need the toy– give me the toy…”
“y/n, baby…sweetheart– c’mon...”
“please, don’t want your hand right now–”
“‘m sorry, i’m so sorry– fuck-!”
and despite his empty words (and the rushed apology when he vaguely realized his mistake), the vibrator would be set to the near highest setting. ‘cause there was something so hot watching him squirm from such a delicate thing, bulleting at an overstimulating press firsthand.
god, you could get drunk off of his whimpers and cries as they spilled from his mouth every time you ran the vibrator over a vein on the underside of his cock… his jolts of pleasure when you upped the setting by a hair as he was so sensitive and even the slightest change would send him spiraling… the constant clenching and unclenching of his fists within the confines of his blindfold– courtesy of you tying it that way.
you had the right mind not to edge him, his voice pitching higher and higher each second you ran the droning sensation over his slit, precum slathering the toy. his chest rose and fell quickly as you switched the settings to a different rhythm, his back arching out towards you and his cock bobbing against his tummy with a loud whine escaping him.
his head had knocked back into the headboard with his eyelids fluttering closed, a fucked out expression washing over his face as his thighs trembled– as his whole body trembled in front of you. you knew he was close; the tiny whimpers felling long with each stroke of the toy and the way his muscles tightened in his stomach with each roll of his hips as he desperately feigned for more friction.
which led you to take a quick gamble– and press the toy right against his rim.
you didn’t even have time to replace your hand on his cock as he painted his shirt white. long spurts decorated it, nearly up to his chin and you hummed softly to yourself as you pumped him through his release, your name heavy on his lips as he rode it out. you cooed out praises as he bucked into your hand, dribbling the rest of his cum all over it with small pants filling the room.
and as soon as he came down, his hands were slipping from his blindfold and pinning you underneath him– it was your turn now.
❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐮…❞ who’s slightly submissive– but knows how to keep his composure. it wasn’t often you got to see him needy, the man wasn’t exactly enthralled in giving you a show; so instead of begging for what he needed, he did everything in his power to please you.
the most he’d give you were tiny hums from the constant drag of his cock as you rode him, his eyes rolling in the back of his head. when he had the pleasure of cumming inside you – when he could because you’d fall apart against him in mere minutes – you’d hear the most sinful whimpers bare from his throat, his hands gripping your hips as he gasped for breath.
you couldn’t escape the cuddling afterwards either, the quiet contented sighs that captured you whole as he worked his body around yours in a tight embrace when the stars fell away from your eyelids. his mind would be reeling with the aftermath, still painfully hard in his boxers since he didn’t finish; but you came on his cock and that’s all that mattered to him.
but there were just some days where he needed you more than ever – and the aching pleasure of his cock spasming inside you – a pliant buzz reigning him in as he heard you come home. his arms would wrap around your waist as you’d toss your keys onto the kitchen counter and you’d feel his breath fan against your ear as he spoke, a slight whine etched in his voice.
“y/n, come to the bedroom with me…”
“ah–! shit… please?”
“need you tonight… can’t wait any longer–”
“gotta be inside you– right now.”
and you thought it was the usual routine, you laid out underneath him with his cock driving into you like no tomorrow. but as you were pulled into the bedroom, the box of sex toys you shared with him had been dumped over the bed and you realized his neediness and the sound that droned lightly from him– the vibrating cock ring was missing.
you weren’t exactly sure if geto ever acted submissive in his life, never really wanting to push him too far as he already did so much for you; he never seemed bothered by the lack of reciprocation. but when he came home with the cock ring and your life sure flipped a sudden switch, your collected man reduced to nothing but a puddle as you drove him to the edge over and over again.
as you fully sank onto his cock, his ring would vibrate against your folds and you’d sigh out in relief when you noticed his face screwed up in pleasure– and pain as he was already so close to his godforsaken orgasm. needy– fucking desperate whines would leak from his mouth as you bounced lightly on him, some hiccuped noises escaping him and– oh? he might cry.
his hair was splayed out on the pillows, some of it stuck to his sweaty shoulders as the corners of his eyes brimmed with tears, his hands clutching onto you for dear life. he wouldn’t say anything, too drunk off of the overstimulation of your pussy and the vibrations pushing him over the edge; except he couldn’t cum yet. not until you took off the cock ring and honestly, did you really want to?
this was one of the only times you saw this side of him after all.
you eventually let him cum, pulling off his cock to ease the ring off while instructing him softly not to cum until he was inside you. and he’d be damned if he didn’t shoot off inside you, holding himself back for all of ten seconds before the feeling of your walls warm around him pushed him over– you felt him twitch inside you and a lengthy moan accompanied as he tried his best to pull you close into him through it.
he stole kisses from you afterwards, his demeanor returning to the same old facade he encased himself in and you wondered if you buy him vibrating beads– what would that do to him?
❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐨𝐤𝐤𝐨𝐭𝐬𝐮 𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚…❞ who is just the right amount of submissive. he would quiver at the faintest feel of your fingers ghosting his cock as he knelt before you. his eyes would be nearly blown wide, taking in your composure as his falls away when you bend down eye level to him.
he’d know better than to buck into your hand like a poor puppy, desperate for any friction you could give him as his fingers reach out to grip at your clothing. and he wouldn't even realize he broke a rule as he repeated in his brain ‘don’t thrust’ into the warmth of your palm.
as you backed away, you’d notice the tears that pricked the corners of his eyes, the pout that would cross his face when he tried to retrace his movements– and then his mouth would be going a mile a minute with apologies.
“baby… i’m sorry! i’ll be good, i promise– i won’t touch you again.”
“please… forgive me? use me to get off…”
and that wasn’t a bad idea in your eyes as you thought it over, squatting back up to let him breathe. god, he was so pliant with you, complete putty– pulled and stretched out for you. his cock curved up towards his tummy as it stood proudly from the confines of his jujutsu uniform; he was so excited he didn’t even care to unzip his zipper, he just pulled himself out ‘cause you told him to.
as you finally allowed him up onto the space of the bed after his relentless regret, a muffled ‘thank you’ spilled from his lips before you could even position yourself onto his face and you clutched the headboard to steady yourself; because he wasn’t allowed to touch– and he sure knew that as he was chanting it in his mind.
he needed you to use him, to just sit right on his tongue and ride him mercilessly; it’s what he deserves for breaking one of your rules. but you were nice, you weren’t mean with your punishments and honestly this seemed more like a reward for him. he was manipulative, that one– you had to be careful as he could get you to do anything for him with just a glassy eyed look and a pout.
his hands grasped at the sheets for leverage as you sat down against him, his tongue not hesitating in the slightest to swipe over the swell of your clit and you huffed out a relieved moan. you didn’t falter, your hips rolling against his mouth with the shock of warm pleasure flowing through your body. and he reciprocated your moans, humming gently into you as he lapped at your arousal trickling against the tip of his tongue.
and all he wanted to do was touch you – bury his fingers inside you and fuck the life out of you – anything for his girl. but he knew the moment he moved his fingers from the threaded sheets, you’d pull off with a whine falling from his lips. god, did he want to please you– and he wanted it in return; his cock was aching even as it laid against his tummy. he couldn’t take it anymore, between the sweet taste of your slick running down his chin and the insane amount of precum building at the tip of his cock– he begged.
“fuck, please touch me… won’t cum til you say so, i swear–”
“just need your hands on me, y/n honey… l-love you so much– god, thank you.”
when you leaned back to pull him off, your other hand feathered into his hair and you caught a glimpse of his dark rimmed eyes staring back up with such profound desire– you just knew he wouldn’t last more than a few seconds.
❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨…❞ who takes the cake for being the most submissive slut known to man. when you sunk into him the first time with the strap nudging into him subtly, he couldn’t help but let out a choked whimper. he would be so fucking full– his rim clenching harshly around you and you’d coo at him; some praises that did you no good as he could barely hear you through the pounding rush of blood in his ears.
you couldn’t even begin to fathom the drunk passion you felt for this boy, arching his back for you as you started to ease yourself in all the way– it was fucking insane and you weren’t even the one with your nerves on fire. he’d grip at the sheets with a wanton moan, pushing back onto the strap with eager hips and it took everything in you not to collapse onto him with the heated arousal you felt in your cunt.
you’d be on your toes, basically straddling the poor boy’s hips, your hands flush against his waist to keep you steady and all you’d hear was ‘more, please… i can take it–! need you to move.’ christ, you haven’t even gotten your bearings yet and he’s begging for you to pound him into the fucking mattress.
his spiked hair wouldn’t be in their usual ponytails, it sleeked down the back of his neck and soon, it was going to be balled up in your palms while you fucked the living shit out of him.
once you actually rolled your hips into his tight hole, a broken moan flew out of his mouth and his head drooped down onto the side of the bed. his entire body shook in pleasure as you thrusted into him shallowly, hushed pants coming from him as his cock dripped onto the sheets beneath you.
you noticed his cock rather quickly– and how neglected it looked, hanging between his legs with a reddened flush and you snaked your hand underneath him to tug at it a bit, earning a repressed whimper that was muffled in the sheets he buried his face into. before you knew it, your hips found a rhythm you were content with and one he was ecstatic with, his body jolting upwards with every stroke of his cock and bruising of your strap.
you knew you nailed his prostate when his head snapped up, his entire body shuddering around you. his moan was so sharp in your ears, it delved straight towards spine and you threaded your fingers into his hair with the words ‘good boy, that’s it… that’s the spot?’ leaking from your mouth in a soft tone. to which he nodded, a heavy need carving out his common sense and replacing it with nothing whines and whimpers.
‘soo good, thankyouthankyouthankyou–’
‘right there, keep going…’
and you did, even when you noticed his tongue loll out of his mouth– the fucked out expression blatant on his face as you pulled his head back to look at you. his violet eyes were watery, his mouth completely open in near silent moans as you pounded into him now, and you swore you saw a blood tear drip from his mark as he squeezed his eyes shut through a particular thrust. and now he begged for you, pleaded like no tomorrow as you fucked him senseless; his entire mind clouded with nothing but ecstasy.
‘am i being a good boy? please– tell me i’m being a good boy for you…’
‘fuck me harder, yeah– yes… shit–! so close…’
as he came around the strap, you watched in awe– ropes of cum spurting against the sheets and harsh gasps filled the air as you kissed down his back with your hands massaging his waist through the heavy orgasm. you ran a quick finger down his spine, reveling in the way he trembled against you as you pulled out of him.
you wouldn’t even talk to him properly afterwards, just tiny adorations; because you knew as soon as he came to, he’d be out like a light.
❝𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐮𝐧𝐚 𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧…❞ who isn’t submissive at all. the king of curses didn’t have a submissive bone in his body– completely overtaken by the dominant hull. you’ve tried to make him submit – more than once – but it never worked out in your favor.
your hands would delve towards his shoulders to pin him down as you rode him– well, tried to ride him as his cock pounded up into you harshly– but you’d be thrown off in an instant, a mating press following suit so you couldn’t move underneath him.
you’d whine for him to take you more than once in a single night, in pursuit of overstimulating him– but you failed to realize just how much stamina he had and you ultimately ended up being the one overstimulated with your cunt stuffed full of his cum each and every time.
there were some days where he played along with your endeavors to be nice. sometimes a quiet whine would fill his throat before replacing it with hefty growls and grunts while you sucked his cock. and other times he’d let you have the upper hand for more than a half a second, reveling in the way your body moved against him to try to overtake him.
your tits would bounce right in his face and it made him think twice– he almost begged for them, wanting nothing more than to take them into his mouth and litter them red with teeth marks. but that thought left his mind rather quickly as your cunt pressed warmly against his cock, stirring it awake from its confines and it was game over.
there was no way he’d beg for a lowly human.
why would he need to when you gave yourself up to him so easily? you’d practically jump him as soon as he switched with itadori, strong arms holding onto you as you pushed him onto the bed. but of course, he could flip you over in an instant and he would, his cock dragging deliciously along your walls within the next two minutes.
as much as it was fun to watch you squirm and cry about him not letting up his dominance, it also turned him on immensely. his cock would ache inside you as you begged for him to make a needy noise… his eyes would threaten to roll back as you clenched around him in hopes he would show some type of submission… and he’d have to recollect himself when you breathed hot in his ear that he was such a good boy for fucking you so well. why the fuck did that affect him?
but once he grounded himself, you were in trouble– his cock pounding into you with heinous phrases leaking from his mouth. he couldn’t bear to listen to you anymore, the idea drove him insane– a fucking human shouldn’t be calling him wretched pet names like that. so to shut you up, his palm would end up on your mouth and his tongue there would shove straight into it. he just needed to fuck the kink out you, that’s all.
and of course being the curse that he is, once you couldn’t speak, he’d tease (berate) you about your subby needs.
“ah, so you get off on pussy men now?”
“don’t look away from me, doll, answer the question.”
“what– you want me to whine and beg for you like a goddamn pup? i don’t think so.”
“now hold your legs open ‘n take my cock… like a normal fucking human.”
yeah, you tried and all it got you was a sore cunt each time, unable to walk without a bit of a wobble– his devilish smirk and targeted eyes followed you every step of the way before he relinquished his form to itadori in the morning.
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𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌
—cw: soft dom + bold!choso, fem!reader, blood, a little graphic, creampie, hints of exhibitionism, nickname(angel) nasty, messy, oh and choso slaps your coochie.
—a/n: eat up you chosito whores
watching choso being agitated was probably your favorite thing ever. despite his unnatural and mysterious aura, he wasn't hesitant to showcase the emotions inside him. Especially, when he was irritated. His brows drew together, eyes curtained with dark emotions. His right side soaked in blood, the art he was known for.
but despite all of the anger, he was anything but mean to you. he could never. you were his precious baby.
"Are you sure, angel? I'm still soaked in blood," he asked.
"mhm...need you. please, choso."
those words made his lips extend into a smile. choso lifted your hips up, pulling in the nearest pillow and placing it under for a better angle. white cotton covers now stained red. so did you. so did everything he touched. But god was it tempting? to just be painted in his love. to be tainted with his lust.
"Already so wet? Say, baby," he cooed, dragging you by your thighs with both of his hands so you're closer, "What made you wet? Me?" Your cheeks started burning from embarrassment. So much that you could only reply in a nod.
"use your words, angel, or i'll slap this pussy" he wasn't mean. he just knew how to get your pussy worked up for him. he knew that deep down, under that mask of embarrassment was someone who wanted it to happen. who wanted to drown in choso's curse, in his desires. "fine."
*slap*
It stung, his fingers, blood red against your clit for a harsh second.
"ngh—" you jolted at the sting.
"wanna try again? what made you so wet?"
two seconds passed and he was getting his palm in action before you yelped out "your abs! please. i saw you at shibuya and i couldn't take it." you really couldn't. Yeah you've seen him naked a hundres times but not when he was fighting. Not when he was killing with a poker face, as red dripped down, plaguing each cell of his sweaty skin.
"mhm? is that so?" he positioned his cock to your entrance. "didn't know you were watching me. good thing though," he slammed his hips so hard, the headboard hit the wall. "cause if i'd seen you there, i would've fucked this pretty pussy in front of everyone?"
you cry, his actions and his shameful words sending electricity to your nerves.
"ah! fuck! fe—feels so goood. mmm."
"hmm...yeah? look at her sss—look at your pussy sucking me all in," he grunted. "gonna fill her up real nice, angel."
Choso started putting his entire energy in fucking you into another universe. You were convinced if he went even a little bit harder, he'd end up breaking the bed, the wall and you.
When he finally pulled two orgasms out of you, he couldn't contain himself anymore. His moves got sloppier but swifter, until he came inside you, spilling his cream inside you. He pulled out and watched his cum leak and meet the blood that sputtered off from him on the skin. You laid sore on the bed, tinted with a hue of bright red, with splashes of cum. You never looked more beautiful to him.
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Gojo going berserk after his wife got injured
Pairing: husband!Gojo x reader
Word Count: 1,5k
Warnings: slight injury, language, Gojo being really mad lol
Notes: My dearest @hitori979, this one is dedicated to you! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for supporting me since day 0, always liking and commenting my brainrot. I hope you enjoy this fanfic as a little thank you from me 🤍
How other JJK men react when (y/n) gets hurt here
Choso with injured (y/n) who has blood phobia here
„Do you really have to go, babe?“, Satoru’s oh so sweet voice mumbles against your neck.
You know exactly what he’s up to. Satoru always acts this way when you’re about to leave for a mission. How much he hates to see you walk through the door. While he’s fully aware of the fact that you’re a damn strong jujutsu sorcerer, he just dislikes the thought of you getting injured on some stupid mission. If he had it his way, you would stay at home, maybe teach here and there at Jujutsu High, but that’s it.
You are way too precious to risk your life on a mission.
“You know I have to. This is my job, remember? And I have to let you go every day, knowing that you’re not even paying attention. May I remind you that I haven’t been injured for over a year?”, you softly reply.
“That’s not true, I am paying attention!”
You raise your eyebrow demandingly by the way he ignored your last question.
“At least sometimes…Come on babe, this is not fair! Just because you haven’t been injured for some time doesn’t mean you won’t get injured today! Also, I wanted to spend the day with you!”, he complains, arms wrapped around your frame so tightly that it’s getting hard to breathe.
“You always want to spend the day with me. As much as I’d love to stay here, I have to go. Megumi will assist me.”
“I should assist you…”, he mumbles.
“They wouldn’t even send me, then”, you chuckle.
“Promise that you’ll text me, I already threatened Megumi to take care of you.”
“I will, darling. Now let me go or I’ll be late.”
With one last grumble and kiss, he finally lets go of you while you smile to yourself. God, how much you adore your husband. Even though it can be quite challenging from time to time, you admire the way he cares about you.
“I love you”, you shout before you close the door behind you.
“Love you too!”
-later-
“Don’t worry, one or two hours and we’ll be done with this”, you reassure Megumi who stands beside you.
“This doesn’t look good”, he comments.
Unfortunately, he’s right. You don’t know why there are so many curses around, but an uneasy feeling spreads in your guts. This isn’t the right place for a grade 2 sorcerer, let alone a first class student. Well, maybe even you…
“Try to stay behind me. This will get ugly”, you instruct Megumi when another wave of curses appears.
“Gojo-sensei will kill me if you get injured because of me.”
You wink at him while as you unsheathe your sword.
“Who said I will?”
Without wasting another precious minute you sprint forwards, eyes darting around the area. There are so many, way too fucking many, curses around here. This isn’t normal, something is very wrong here. But you don’t have time to think about it any further – Megumi’s and your life depend on your abilities.
You fight off more than 40 curses with ease, slashing your sword over and over. Fuck, this has no end. As soon as you exorcise one curse, two more appear on your sides and try to attack you. With every passing minute it becomes clearer and clearer to you that you won’t be able to complete this mission unscathed with Megumi alone.
“Here are many curses around, I can’t explain why though. It wouldn’t hurt to send some help”, you instruct into your headphone, fully aware of the fact that your husband is able to hear your decent cry for help as well and might freak out.
Where do all of these curses come from? This is a public place, it shouldn’t be possible for them to develop here this well. Expect this aren’t traditional curses…
“I won’t lie to you: Something’s off here. I’m not entirely sure if these are normal curses. Just stand your ground, I already informed the higher ups about this”, you inform Megumi with firm voice, fighting off a curse just before it is able to scratch your face open.
They come from all directions, almost absorbing you. Desperately you fight back with all your abilities, holding onto your sword so tight that your knuckles stand out white. You have to get through all of these curses, you have to find out why they’re here and why on earth so numerous.
But you can’t. Your thoughts wander to Satoru and his words this morning. He’ll definitely go insane when he hears about this. And for a moment, a wave of relief washes over you by that thought. Because this means he’ll come here and end this madness without Megumi getting hurt.
Megumi.
You almost miss the way a curse lunges from behind towards him while he’s busy fighting off three other ones at the same time. Instinctively you sprint forwards as fast as your feet carry you, breath going sharp and fast. No way in hell this thing will hurt Megumi. Not when you’re in charge.
“Bend over!”, you scream on top of your lungs, blade already on its way to cut through that curse.
But just before you hit it, its claws find their way into your face, scratching your forehead slightly before it falls to the ground lifelessly.
You hiss, a stinging pain crawling up your skin. But when you gently scan the spot with your fingertips, only a minor stain of blood shows itself. You let out your breath, relief flooding your body. This is nothing serious, nothing to worry about.
But before you sprint back in action, a reflex holds you back.
“Don’t move an inch, Megumi”, you warn the boy next to you.
In the split of a second, a wave of hollow purple rushes past your orbs, killing every curse on its way. You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, heartbeat picking up in an instant. It’s him. It has to be him.
“(y/n)!”, he cries out, large frame suddenly by your side.
“What is this?”, he hisses.
Frantically, his eyes scan your forehead, widen in blank horror.
“Oh, this? Just a minor wound, nothing to worry ab-“
“Nothing to worry about!? You promised to be careful, you promised not to get hurt!”, he literally scolds you while his fingertips inspect your wound.
“Stop that”, you warn him, slapping his hand away.
“I did the best I could but they were just too many. And there are always more to come, look.”
Not even a minute later, dozens of new curses begin to flood the streets.
“We need to get back to work!”
“No”, he interrupts you roughly.
“Not you, you’ll stay here.”
You can’t believe your ears, mouth too stunned to speak for a second. He can’t be serious, right? This is your mission. You won’t give up because a small wound on your forehead that isn’t even bleeding severely.
“This is my mission, Satoru. I will help you exorcising these curses”, you state in all seriousness.
“Oh yeah? Watch me, then.”
You aren’t able to react any further. With breathtaking speed, Satoru lunges from curse to curse, ripping their heads off in the most violent way you have ever seen while all you can do is stare at him in disbelief. Of course you always knew that your husband is not to be trifled with when it comes to his precious wife, but you’ve never thought that his concern would reach as far as him going berserk because of you.
Because of a minor laceration on your forehead.
It doesn’t even take him 30 seconds to kill all the curses entirely, leaving you completely speechless and a little dizzy. When he walks towards you, a maniac smile is plastered on his blood-covered face.
“No one is hurting my wife and gets away with it. Especially not some random curse”, he announces under his breath, gaze still stone cold.
“How are you feeling, love? Is your head doing okay? Did you get injured somewhere else?”
As soon as his eyes meet yours, they are filled with nothing but concern and love, making your heart skip a beat.
“N-No…I’m fine…”, you stutter while getting lost in his bright blue orbs all over again.
His hands roam around your body gently, gaze scanning every inch of you with that worried expression plastered on his face. Moments like these show you with all urgency how much you really mean to your husband.
“I will kill every single curse walking on this earth to save you, (y/n)”, he speaks out with low voice, lips hungrily brushing over yours so strongly expressed that you feel like fainting.
“I’m sorry you were worried”, you mumble against his mouth.
“You’ll never get hurt by a curse again. I’ll make sure of that.”
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Not really a request but what are your headcanons on the JJK men's dick sizes?
OHOHO cracks knuckles i can do that. going full in like nanami should be in me rn dick-scriptions time
characters: gojo satoru, geto suguru, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna, choso, atsuya kusakabe
GOJO SATORU : a bit above average, a good 6.5 ~ 7in. slight curve upwards. a good 2.5 ~ 3.5in thick. pretty pink flush on the tip, shaft a few shades darker than his skin tone. cut. carpets match the drapes of course, he keeps it trimmed. fun trail tell me i'm wrong (i'm not). super sensitive vein on the underside. sensitive thighs too. grower.
GETO SUGURU : honestly, average cock size. he rounds up to five inches but we all know it's 4 3/4. two inches thick. like gojo, a nice pink flush and a few shades darker. no curve. for sure has a piercing, prince albert probably; silver jewelry. uncut. not a jungle, mildly maintained. sensitive head, especially with the piercing. shower.
NANAMi KENTO : nothing overwhelming, though still impressive. 7.5in long, 3in thick. cut, duel toned because of it. top half is more pink than the rest. short trim. curve to the left. right under the head is the key, he'll bite back a really embarrassing noise if you focus there. grower.
TOJi FUSHiGURO : i pray for y'all toji simps for real, cause fuck. 8.5in easy. 4 inches thick minimum. man built like a tripod. uncut, darker with red undertones. upwards curve. jacob's ladder. three of 'em. this man doesn't shower i'm so sorry. two prominent veins when you pull back the foreskin, sensitive but he'll never show it. shower.
SUKUNA : i pray for y'all as well. find a pringles can. it's bigger. ten inches long, four inches thick. curves upwards and a tad to the right. cut, pale so it gets a nice flush. his tattoos make an appearance, wrapping around the shaft a few times. grower thank god.
CHOSO : average length, 5.5in but thick. four inches. curve to the right, uncut. darker than his skin tone by around four shades. not super trimmed, a delicious fun trail leading to a mild bush. mildly sensitive head, though go for his navel and you'll get a lovely show of him getting all breathy and twitching. shower.
ATSUYA KUSAKABE : i've only just met this man but i want him. carnally. so... six inches in length and 2.5 in width. cut, duel toned though you can't really tell until he's flushed and the top half goes a pretty dark pink. like choso, tasteful amount of hair with the fun trail. one prominent vein that's sensitive, under the head too. grower.
#💌 ; asks.#gonna tag. all of them. hello *dies*#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x male reader#gojo satoru x male reader#geto suguru x male reader#nanami kento x male reader#toji fushiguro x male reader#sukuna x male reader#choso x male reader#atsuya kusakabe x male reader#tagging m!reader even tho it's not specific cutely#i wrote this instead of doing the dishes like my dad reminded me a good five times#me holding up a ruler while writing this: jesus christ. fuck.#i was gonna add mahito but that man can just change it at will and lies too. has never told the truth in his life#✏️ ; works.
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step brother choso x reader
summary -> you know you can always rely on your step brother to take care of you
wc -> 1.5k
warnings -> pseudo incest. unprotected sex. maybe slight coercion? but not really? creampie. cursing.
nsfw -> mdni. dead dove. do not eat.
all your boyfriends ever do is cheat on you, lie to you, and take you for granted. you're so tired of giving them everything— every part of yourself— only for them to make a fool out of you.
after your most recent breakup, you came to realize that the only man you can truly rely on is your step brother.
ever since you were children, he's taken care of you, he's listened to you cry, he's made sure you know you're his number one priority.
so when you come home to the apartment the two of you share and find him sitting on the couch, you really can't help yourself.
it doesn't necessarily catch him off guard when you crawl into his lap, your thighs situated on either side of his frame. the two of you have always cuddled.
you're wearing a dress, so your cotton panties and his sweatpants are the only thing separating you from one another. the thought makes you feel dizzy.
he presses a kiss to the top of your head absentmindedly. "you okay?"
you make a small noise and bury your face into the crook of his neck.
you can't see the concerned frown that graces his features. "what's wrong?"
when you don't answer, his hand slides up your thigh before coming to rest on your hip. he gives it a gentle squeeze. "c'mon, talk to me princess."
"wan' you," you finally mumble against his skin.
this makes him chuckle. "you've got me."
"no, cho."
"what d'ya mean? 'm all yours, you know that."
you so desperately want to experience what it's like to be with someone you trust. who won't hurt you. who actually loves you.
but you can't bring yourself to say that. you can't admit to your step brother that you've been dreaming about his cock all day.
so you opt to grind yourself against him instead, and while the movement is short and apprehensive, you still feel his body stiffen beneath you.
"...what are you doing?"
your hands move to grab the fabric of his t-shirt weakly. "want you so bad."
he swallows thickly at your confession, finally understanding the intention behind your words, but he doesn't move a single muscle.
your eyes sting, interpreting his silence as rejection, and you're filled with shame.
however, when you pull back just enough to look at his face, you're surprised by the expression you find there.
his eyes are dark, lust and desire swimming in his purple irises. his hand reaches up, and he uses his thumb to wipe away the single tear that slides down your cheek.
"we can't," he murmurs.
another tear escapes your eye and it's like you've plunged a knife through his heart. he hates seeing you sad, and he'd do anything to stop it.
his hand curls around the back of your neck, pulling your lips to his. it's painfully brief, your lips just barely brushing against one another's.
"we can't," he repeats, his breath fanning across your face. "'m sorry."
"why not?" you sniffle. "i love you. love you so much. love you more than anyone—"
choso can't help it when he presses his lips to yours. you grind yourself against him once more, guiding his free hand to rest on your other hip.
he mumbles your name lowly, and it sounds something like a warning.
though, his body seems to be at odds with his words because you can feel him hardening beneath you.
"p-please, cho," you whimper. "need you so bad."
god, how is he supposed to think straight when you're talking to him like that?
you're so fucking needy. always have been.
and he's spent years scolding himself for the way his dick twitches whenever you give him that pouty look, or whenever you whine his name.
his grip on your hips tightens and you almost expect him to push you away, but he pulls you against himself further, his hips bucking up almost imperceptibly.
the gasp it pulls from your lips melts whatever remains of his resolve.
"you can only sit on it, 'kay? can you be a good girl and do that for me?"
"y-yes!"
he's trying desperately to rationalize the situation, like that will somehow make it less disgusting. it's not that bad if he lets his step sister warm his cock. it's not like he's actually fucking you.
his hand wanders, shifting your panties to the side and running a finger up your slit. honestly, he'd wonder if this was some cruel joke if not for what he finds there.
"so messy," he groans. "this all for me, sweetheart?"
you hide your face in his neck, suddenly feeling shy, and offer him a nod in response.
and while he thinks it's cute, he won't let you off the hook that easy. "use your words."
"y-yes, cho. all for you."
"good." he hooks a finger beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging at it before letting it snap back against your skin. "take these off."
when you stand up and quickly slide them down your legs, he pushes his sweatpants down just enough to free his cock.
it slaps against his stomach. he's so thick that if you wrapped your hand around him, your fingers would struggle to meet.
straddling him eagerly, your hands find his shoulders to steady yourself.
when you lower yourself onto his cock, a pressure begins to build in your stomach, and it gets worse with every inch.
"so big," you cry. "h-hurts—"
"shhhh. it's okay, baby. you're doing so good."
you look down to where the two of you are connected, letting out a shaky breath once you reach the hilt.
"see? i told you. such a good girl."
his praise makes you feel hot. it makes you crave more friction, even though you feel so impossibly full already.
you lift yourself up an inch or so before slowly sliding back down on his cock.
he groans your name. "don't."
"want more," you whine. "wanna make you feel good."
"shit, princess. you already are."
you pepper his face with a few kisses, starting at the corner of his mouth, then moving to his cheek and the spot below his ear.
"nii-chan," you murmur, clenching around his cock. "please."
it's not something you call him that frequently now that you're older, and you can tell it has the effect you intended when his eyes gloss over.
you lift yourself a few inches, then drop back down into his lap.
he tries to say your name, but he chokes on the first syllable when you repeat the action.
his hands fly to your hips after the third time. "stop it. we can't."
and you try to do as he asks, you try to stop, but he doesn't realize that his hands are guiding your movements now, ensuring that you don't stop riding him in spite of his words.
his head falls back against the couch, his mouth parted in miserable ecstasy.
"fuck. fuck." his own hips are moving now, thrusting up desperately. "this pussy is perfect. so fucking tight."
his eyes shift down to where he's buried inside you.
"look at that messy cunt swallowing my cock, princess," he grunts. "you were made for me, you know that?"
you hum in response, his words making the coil in your stomach grow taut. he picks up the pace when he feels you clamp down on him.
"y-yeah," you answer breathlessly. "just for you."
"i wanna feel you cum around this cock, can you do that for me?"
"close," you squeak out, your eyes screwed shut.
his hand reaches between your bodies to toy with your clit and that's all it takes to push you over the edge.
the orgasm that crashes through is so intense that your legs tremble and your vision goes white. choso's name falls from your lips over and over like a broken prayer.
you can't bring yourself to move, so he holds your hips in place and fucks up into you. when his thrusts grow sloppy, you claw at his biceps in anticipation.
"please don't pull out. please."
"sweetheart, you know i have to—"
"please," you cry again. "need it so bad. love you s'much nii-chan, just wanna be stuffed full of your cum—"
even if he really did want to pull out, he doesn't get the chance because your words make your step brother blow his load right then and there.
a strangled moan erupts from somewhere deep in his chest and you fall forward against his body, resting your chin on his shoulder.
his arms move to wrap around your frame and you're so blissfully fucked out, you're sure you've never been this content in your life.
"i love you," you murmur again.
suddenly, choso doesn't care if he goes to hell for this. this moment is the only slice of heaven he'll ever need.
"i love you too, baby." his lips find the top of your head. "so much."
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✮⋆˙ waist grabbers? i’m back again baby, with my takes that may or may not be accurate.
nanami: 100 fucking %
- slides past you with that hand on the waist every single time
- “behind you.” he says and he’s going straight for the waist.
- in public, waist
- when you guys are dancing together, waist
- god don’t get me started on that one
- it’s a muscle memory at this point
- his hands slip right down
- you love it, he loves it, you’re good.
satoru: no
- he’s an around the shoulders typa guy
- I HAVE EVIDENCE SO STOP!!
- it works for him, more convenient
- plus you can’t run away from his kisses
- back pocket guy also
- you know the whole peter kavenski thing?
- god i hope i don’t have to put a reference
- he’s so old school pda, actually not just pda, even at home.
- best believe his hands are going to be on you
- just not around your waist
- now when you’re FUCKING yeah.
suguru: 50/50 for sure
- he’ll wrap an arm around you sometimes but it’s not really a continuation you know?
- trying to get by? yeah (he’s one of those guys)
- wait oh my, let’s talk about it
- you know when you’re somewhere and a guy tries to pass by
- and he says “my bad” or “my fault” and puts his arm around your waist getting by?
- that’s suguru. he won’t even realize it
- his touch is electrifying though
- any other times it’s hand and hand, loves holding hands
toji: yes
- a bad habit
- because he does it to EVERYONE.
- talking to you while standing? has to wrap his arm around your waist
- sitting? right next to you he’s grabbing your waist
- fucking? waist grabbing
- it’s like he can’t stop touching you
- tried to hold his hand and it found its way back to your waist
- you tried to get him out of it but failed
choso: eh?
- LISTEN
- i see it for sure!!
- but i see him more like gojo, more cozier when it comes to that
- hand over your shoulders closing you in you know?
- but he’s a waist grabber at times!
- and he loves it as much as you
- it just doesn’t come naturally to say
- “hey let me just wrap my hand around here.” yeah
sukuna: yes
- i mean… it’s there in the open why not grab it?
- it’s the one physical touch that he actually enjoys
- always there, like it’s glued
- there’s not much to work with
- i think ima have to start making up a fanon version in my head of him like i do the rest cause whew chile
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𝖘𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖊.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : yandere choso x fem reader
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : choso fell in love with you freshman year and it was finally time to make you his.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, love, manipulation, murder (not you!)
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 7.1K
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from saccharine by jazmin bean.
𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! this was a request i’ve been working on for a while lol; i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!
18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT
Everything you do, I'm obsessed with you.
“Exciting, isn’t it?”
“Huh? I mean, yeah it’s cool.”
“Are you rushing too? I really wanna go Kappa!”
“That’s, uh, aren’t they kinda…”
“What, cunts? Yeah, I’d fit in nicely.”
When Choso first met you during rush week a couple years ago, you were an aspiring freshman looking for a sorority to pledge to, and he was a normal guy. Sorta. You’d spoken to him once and he became absolutely in love with you. Not like he hadn’t been with other girls in the past, a few relationships here or there. But you were different. Not like any other girl he’d seen. You hadn’t shared too much with him that day, but he was determined to figure out, well, everything about you.
I don't mean to scare, but you're just so cute.
It started with your name, which he’d simply just asked someone in your class. But then, Choso needed to know more, when was your birthday, were your zodiac signs compatible? He’d gotten that information from stealing your campus ID out of your purse while you two were in class together. Choso was paying really good attention to other things too though. He’d paid attention to your screen while he sat behind you, online shopping when you were supposed to be paying attention to the lecture. That’s how he found out what size you were and the brands you liked, but other things got a little trickier. He noticed the way you did your makeup, it was always so pretty, but it’s not like he knew what any of it was, so he’d slowly started stealing things out of your makeup bag. It was harder to get your perfume, though, until you reapplied it on the campus lawn one day. Pink sugar, huh? Sweet just like you. Choso wanted to be even better, he’d send you flowers with no receipt of who sent them, an array until he found your favorites. He’d pay for your food when you went out to eat, then leave to remain anonymous. He just loved seeing that smile on your face whenever he surprised you with something, always grateful, looking around to see if you could catch your secret admirer, but blushing when you realized you wouldn’t. God, you were perfect.
Lucky for you, you had actually gotten into Kappa. You walked around on this high horse though, one of those kiss-my-ass kind of attitudes. Not like anyone was gonna check you for it, well, ‘cause you were hot. Always well dressed, always groomed, always punctual. There was nothing anyone could really say about you other than you being a bitch, at least never to your face. Little did you know, Choso was your bitch. If you ever even glanced at him, he’d almost faint, and as the sophomore and junior years came and you’d gotten classes with him, he’d go back to his dorm and fuck his fist at the thought of you every day. But now, it was Senior year, and he was running out of time to make you his.
Every move you make, you're fucking sweeter than a cake.
Choso originally planned to just ask you directly, but he had to make sure it was gonna be perfect. He couldn’t leave room for error in the possibility that you weren’t interested at all. So, he’d gotten as close as possible to you. It wasn’t stalking, it was just studying an interest. He was pretty good at photography, so he got hired as a photographer for school events, such as parties or games. He’d walk around and take pictures of everyone like usual to not raise suspicion, but whenever he could, he’d snap as many pictures as he could of you, slipping them into his pocket. When there was too much going on at the party downstairs, he’d sneak upstairs to find which room was yours, for research purposes of course.
Well, that research went directly to Choso knowing which window to take pictures outside of. You were so oblivious, often leaving your curtains wide open as you just got out of the shower, dressed in nothing but a towel. Now, Choso never got a snapshot of you naked or anything like that, but the hopes of the day he could got him pretty damn hard. He’d take pictures of you walking around campus, doing fundraisers with your sorority sisters, running for the pageants that you always won, with the exception of Miss Junior, who you exposed for cheating on her boyfriend so she’d be out of the running. So, you’d won that too. You were practically perfect, Choso felt you were made for him, there was a true possibility he could nurture and care for you, allow you to let your guard down a bit and let him someone in. He imagined himself taking you out to all your favorite restaurants, he had all of them written down along with your favorite menu items. Nights in his room cuddled up watching all of the movies you liked, you’d be so excited to see all of your favorite snacks already waiting for you. You’d wear that glitter lipgloss you loved, he’d make sure you had more than enough, considering he’d already bought two tubes for whenever he made you his. He imagined making love to you, hearing you moan for him as he pleasured you, then put you on his chest as you fell asleep, resting his eyes as he held you. You two could truly be in love.
I'd love to wipe these other bitches out, so it's just you and me.
But, you had a fucking boyfriend. It’s not like he didn’t like seeing you with other guys. He fucking hated it. Choso thought the guy was pretty scummy, he had that douchebag personality and always looked at guys like Choso like he was a piece of shit. But that asshole was truly a piece of shit. Megumi, or something like that. Choso didn’t bother doing too much digging up on him because it wasn’t gonna matter very soon. You guys had been dating since the beginning of the school year, not very long, but that didn’t stop him from talking to other girls when you weren't around. He’d forget your dates, and make you cry. Wouldn’t post you on his socials, almost pretended he was single. Choso had half a mind to stab him to death, mostly because he didn’t like the way he treated you, but also because then he wouldn’t be in the way anymore.
Then, there were your damn sorority sisters. Those bitches were definitely in the way. They took up too much of your time, making you busy every day with planning and meetings, to do what? Party and maybe, fundraise? He’d see them sometimes talking shit about you, saying you were weird or a bitch, or something else that wasn’t true about you. Choso would never say those things about you or treat you like that. You deserved someone who actually loved you and cared about you, none of these other distractions. He would give you the world, but that meant getting rid of the world you had first.
Oh, oh, this shit is scaring me…
Now, when Choso originally thought of doing this, he thought it was a little nuts. It was a little extreme, sure, but it was just an obstacle in the way to get to you. Sometimes, we do bad things for the people we love. It doesn't mean it's right, it means love is more important.
Choso originally thought of actually stabbing Megumi like he wanted to. That fell quickly when he really considered the situation. Megumi was on the lankier side which meant it would be more tactical to get a hit in, plus he’d need to find a time he’d be alone in a discreet location to hurt him with no one noticing. Not that he’d really care if someone saw, it would just mean he wouldn’t be able to live the rest of his life with you; that was not an option. Shooting would be just as difficult, shell casings and the sound of gunfire could get him in deep. Could steal the brakes from his car, but then there was the possibility you were in it when it crashed, and for that, he’d never forgive himself. He’d need something that anyone could have done, an accident perhaps, something that wouldn’t kill Megumi, just get him out the fucking way. Then he got a little idea.
Don't wanna stick my fingers in this, or I'll start to bleed…
“Hey, Megumi!”
“Do I know you?”
“Well, we literally live on the same floor, but um, no. Anyways, wanted to talk to you about something…”
“Get on with it.”
“It’s her birthday today, your girlfriend that is.”
“Oh yeah. Well, why the fuck do you care?”
“We’re kinda close, wanted to get her something, but I’ll be too busy with classes to give it to her. Do you mind giving it to her for me?”
“You got my girlfriend a gift, bitch? What the hell’s in this box?”
“Well, that’s kind of a surprise for her…”
“Get the fuck out of my face before I beat your ass. Leave my girl alone, you fuckin’ weirdo.”
Megumi had slammed the door on him, just like that. Usually, Choso would’ve been really torn by his insult. He was pretty pissed Megumi forgot your birthday too, but how could he be pissed, truly? Not when a sweet resolution to Megumi’s shitty ways was on the horizon.
“Megumi’s like totally dead!”
“Omg, what do you mean he’s dead?”
“Well, he went to the hospital ‘cause he came down with like a fever or something? Todo said he couldn’t even talk when he found Megumi in the hallway and his eyes were all watery. The doctors said he died of, shit, what’s it called again? Whatever, like he couldn’t breathe! I don’t know what the fuck happened, but damn, really sucks, ya know?”
“Babe, I’m so sorry. To be fair, he was a dick.”
“Yeah, you’re right. He didn’t have a big one either TBH.”
Well, shit. Choso didn’t mean to kill him, not really. He knew Megumi was a fuckin’ asshole, though. Paired with someone crushin’ on his girlfriend and his ego, Choso knew Megumi was gonna open that box. And what was in it? Initially, Ricin covered the inside of the box, which when inhaled, caused damage to the respiratory system, which Megumi could technically recover from. Choso had extracted the Ricin from some castor beans. The same castor beans that were crushed inside of the cupcake sitting in the box. All 10 of them. Originally, Megumi would’ve lived, had he just thrown it away and not have been nosy, and if he did end up giving it to you, Choso would be there to intervene and he’d deal with that explanation later. But Megumi chose to be a nosy bastard, open it, AND EAT THE CUPCAKE! It was comical, really, considering Ricin can’t be found in an autopsy, so Choso got away with it. It’s okay. It had to be done. That greedy asshole got what was coming to him, and with him out of the way, Choso was cleared to enact Phase 2.
It's sweet like saccharine, what I’d do to have you sitting here next to me.
A couple of days after Megumi died, you pretty much got over it, walking about as if nothing happened. To be fair, he was cheating on you all the time, lied to you, and overall treated you like shit, so it wasn’t that hard. What Choso didn’t expect was for you to get kicked out of your sorority house.
“Listen, babe. Your dead boyfriend is really throwing off the vibe here. Plus, it’s bringing a lot of bad looks to the rest of us because it seems like you honestly don’t give a fuck that he died, and truthfully, neither do we, but damn bitch, try acting like it!”
“Please, Chapter President, I can act like I care, I just-”
“Sorry girlie. You’re still a sister, don’t worry. You do have to leave the house though.”
Choso felt a little bad. A little. They really were bitches, but this was perfect. He’d just saved himself from starting a gas leak at the Kappa house when you weren’t home. He didn’t like that your feelings were hurt though, and he beat himself up about it. Choso himself wasn’t really a good guy, killing your boyfriend on your birthday? Almost killing your sorority sisters before they pretty much kicked you to the curb? He was doing the exact opposite of being a good boyfriend. He’d be on his toes from now on, can’t risk ruining his chances with you. However, it was all in good light. You were becoming more and more ready to fall into his arms.
Apparently, you pretty much kept to yourself and stayed in your room. Your classwork was slacking a bit, and you couldn’t live at the house, but that didn’t stop you from still trying to be involved, participating in some campus events, and fundraising with your sisters despite your exile. You were a normal girl, humbled for sure, but Choso didn’t like that very much. He never intended to break you down like this, while you were still sweet in his eyes, he knew you loved the life you had before. He can’t unkill Megumi, which wouldn’t make sense anyway because Choso was your boyfriend now, but he’d give you a life even better than the first. One where you and he were together.
Like cherry pie, will you be mine?
Now, Choso was a real sweetheart, getting you so many gifts for when you came along, preparing how he’d approach you, compliment you, fuck you. But he was getting a little impatient. At this point, it was already the tail end of courses before winter break so he didn’t have much time to see you every day, even though he’d make that happen regardless. Plus, all of the shit that had happened to you would wear off in a couple of days, so he needed to act now. Choso knew he couldn’t make you fall in love with him overnight, and it would be too hasty to try to take it slow with you now. So, he had no choice. He was gonna kidnap you.
Now, “kidnapping” is a rather strong way to put it. In reality, Choso was gonna come to see you and talk a bit, but if that didn’t work, he’d hold you at knifepoint and make you come back to his dorm with him to enjoy all of the things he’d set up for you! He would never hurt you intentionally, so it’s not like he was gonna use it, but he had to make you think he would. He wished kidnapping you was legal, why wouldn't he want to be able to love you and take care of you all the time? It’s okay, you’d learn to love him back. After all, Choso wasn’t your ‘maybe’. Choso was your ‘one’.
Sweet to the core, I want some more.
Choso decided he’d make his move on you the night of the last Kappa party of the season, too many people for anyone to notice him running off with you, plus he knows you’d look so pretty in your party dress, hair all done up, heels making those legs of yours look so pretty. And you did! Except, you were crying. When Choso got to the party and spotted you, you were sniffling as you walked out the back door of the house. Now, he had to be strategic about this, so he exited out the front in time to catch you walking from the back. When he’d gotten outside, he saw you walking down the sidewalk, but it wasn’t very well, your heel had broken and you were having to walk barefoot. He felt terrible seeing you like that. You looked so sad, so scared, just broken. Choso had to make things right.
“Hey, you okay?”
I love you.
I can hear your words breaking down my core…
You looked up at him with those beautiful doe eyes of yours, bloodshot and watery from crying, but still, you looked stunning.
“Oh, hey Choso. Honestly? No, I’m like not okay at all.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Well, my ex died and everyone’s making a super big deal about it. Like, people kept coming up to me asking questions and stuff like I was there when he died or something.”
“Oh, um-”
“Sorry, I know I sound like a twat right now, but he cheated on me like all the time! It’s honestly a long shot to say we were even together, not be cocky or anything, but I think he dated me to make himself look better. Plus, he got me in hot water with my sisters, like he’s haunting me after death or whatever.”
“Sounds like he wasn’t really a good guy…”
“Yeah, pretty much. Anyway, now I have to walk back to my stupid dorm with no shoes because I fell over like a klutz and just embarrassed myself to the nines. I don’t even wanna go back there, just makes me sad, ya know? I came out to this stupid party to get my mind off things and it’s like things are just bleh. It doesn’t even feel like anyone likes me anymore. I wish someone just loved me for me, ya know?”
I think about you every day at least a hundred times or more.
Choso walked up and hugged you, bringing you into his embrace. It was a bold move for sure, especially with the knife sheathed on his waist, but he just hated seeing you cry like that. Soon, you’ll feel how nice it is to have someone care about you so much. To have someone who wants to revolve their entire life around you.
“It’s okay. Know you don’t know me very well, but I’m here for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, I don’t wanna be too forward or anything, but you can come back to my dorm for a few, that is, if you don’t wanna go back to yours.”
“That’s so sweet, thanks!”
Fuck, this was perfect! He didn’t even have to threaten to kill you! Choso offered to pick you up, which you happily agreed to, holding your heels in your hand as he carried you back to his dorm. On the way, you talked about a bunch of stuff you liked, mostly things he already knew about you, but there were a couple of new things that enticed him. You’d stopped crying, that sweet smile back on your face as you found comfort in Choso’s arms. He’d gotten back to his dorm fairly fast, not wanting to waste much time to get things rolling. He figured he’d start with telling you about his love for you, really seeing if you-
“OMG, YOU HAVE THIS???”
You pointed at the movie poster on his wall, one of your favorite movie. He’d studied it a lot, trying to figure out why you liked it so much. He’d watched it over ten times by now, buying the poster as a touch when you finally came, which worked!
“Yeah, it’s a pretty good-”
“Pretty good? It’s like the best movie ever!”
“We can, uh, watch it if you want.”
“Yes, I’d love that!”
Choso was so lucky. Here you were, sitting with him on his bed as you watched the movie. You’d stop every few minutes and point out something about it you knew a fun fact about or laugh at the parts you’d seen so many times. You were so damn cute. You’d pretty much forgotten all of the stuff going on, able to just relax with him for once. Don’t you see how nice this is? How special things can be?
“Oh wow, it’s getting late. Shit, I still have to walk back.”
Just like that, the movie was over. You looked tired, not just physically but mentally too. You couldn’t leave though, that’s not how this was gonna go.
“Are you sure you’re good to walk?”
“Whatcha mean?”
“I mean, your heels are broken and it’s too dark outside to be out there by yourself. Something could happen to you.”
Fuck, Choso was a little too bold with that last part. He was probably coming on too strong, he’d need to fix-
“You’re worried about little ‘ol me?”
“Something like that…”
YES. He was so fucking worried that sweat was about to drip from his face, red with anxiousness that the love of his life was about to leave him behind.
“Well, you could always walk with me. Or do you just wanna spend more time with me?”
You gave him a little smirk and wink, it went straight to his dick as he tried to think of a way to respond.
“I, um… yeah, I would.”
Your answer to his statement would be the deciding factor between you staying or him picking up that knife from his jacket on the chair. Fortunately for you, you smiled and put your things back down, sitting on the bed as you looked up at him.
“Fine, but we’re gonna watch another movie. Your pick this time.”
You make me afraid, come closer, wait no, go away…
Ten minutes into this movie and he felt like he was gonna fucking explode. This time around, you’d gotten closer to him. Instead of sitting at the end of the bed, you laid beside him, not quite touching you, but he could definitely smell you, and fuck, you smelled so good. It was becoming painful to not touch you, but he couldn’t risk fucking this up. You looked so nice like this, chest moving up and down as you laid comfortably, eyes low, obvious you were getting tired.
“Hey, Choso?”
“What’s up?”
“Thanks for, ya know, being nice to me. I’m not anyone’s favorite these days…”
You looked so sad, but Choso couldn’t be happier. You were starting to recognize the only person who really cares about you is him!
“Yeah, but you’re my favorite.”
“Really? But, you barely know me.”
Choso actually knew you very well. Probably better than you know yourself.
“You’ve just got that type of personality that’s really easy to like, is all.”
You sat up now and looked Choso in the eyes, making him blush instantly.
“Oh yeah? So, you like me?”
Choso started stuttering and sweating, flustered beyond reason as you gave him one of those smirks. At this point, he didn’t even have to tell you. His body language was more than obvious.
“I was just kid-”
“Yes, I mean-”
You both looked at each other in shock. Why the fuck would he say that? You were fucking joking. Choso was stupid to think you were serious, not like he really had any chance with a girl like you. But that’s okay. He was gonna make one. Although, he didn’t know whether to love or hate you right now, most likely both. You looked up at him optimistically, like you were waiting on his response, but also blushing a bit as he nearly popped a blood vessel in front of you. He couldn’t even speak, choked up on his words as you brought your hand on top of the one he had leaning on the bed.
“Tell me, do you?”
“I do, for a while now.”
“So, why not ever talk to me?”
“Because you’re pretty hard to talk to.”
“How’s that?”
“You’re usually, um-”
“A bitch? Yeah, I am. But these past few weeks have humbled me.”
Choso wanted to laugh a little. Of course, it was because of him and the precautions he’s put in place for you two to end up together. You didn’t need to know that part though. You looked down, that same broken look you’d been putting off all night. Everything in him told him to stop, don’t be too hasty and he could probably get back to the plan, but it hurt him to see what he’d caused. It definitely didn’t help that you were crying again, bringing your knees to your chest as you fell into the realization of how messed up you felt. Choso pulled you into his arms, laying your face into his chest as he rubbed your back. You felt so warm, so soft, he didn’t want to let you go. Ever.
“It’s not your fault. So, don’t beat yourself up about it.”
“Thanks, you’re right.”
It was hard to feel like the bad guy when you were smiling at him, finding comfort in his words. You two were dangerously close now, eye contact had him feeling like a deer in headlights, while you remained cool and collected, like usual. That’s one of the main things he loved about you, despite all of the crazy shit going on, you still try to appear fine, but that was far from the truth. He’d be a shoulder for you to cry on, someone you could depend on and pour your feelings into. Give your heart to someone who’s worthy of loving you back and spending their every breathing second devoted to keeping you happy.
Saccharine, what I’d do to have you sitting here next to me.
You’d kissed Choso softly, leaning in slowly enough to feel his breath hitch on his lips when he realized what you were doing. It was perfect. Your lips felt even softer than he thought they would, gentle and loving as you brought yourself closer, closing the distance between you. He had to get his head together, he’d practiced this part over and over again, and all he had to do was focus and execute it. First, cup your face with his hand. You smiled into his lips when he did this, allowing him to move to the second step, and bring his hand to the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. You softened into his touch as he laid your back on the bed, opening your legs to let him on top of you. You were so sweet, moaning softly into the air as he began sucking the skin of your neck. Choso wanted to claim you, he’d finally gotten to kiss you and he needed everyone to know you were his. He sucked a little harder and felt ecstatic when you didn’t stop him, instead groaning as bruises began to flower on your skin.
“Choso…”
Shit, you moaned his name. It felt exhilarating, something he’s been waiting for for so long finally coming true. It lit a fire under his ass, coming up to kiss your lips once before he brought his lips back down to your collarbones, moving lower as his hand massaged your side. Once he’d reached the skin of your breasts, he’d stopped, looking up to you for the green light to keep going. Even though you didn’t really have a choice in spending the rest of your life with him, consent was still pretty important to him, so when you gave him a nod, he took off. Choso brought his fingers to the hem of your dress, pulling it over your head as you brought your arms up to aid him. God, you were beautiful. Your tits were on full display to him now, nothing covering you but a lacy pink thong. He was gonna start hyperventilating, your tits lifted as you breathed, nipples calling out to him like they needed saving. He brought his lips down swiftly and wrapped his tongue around one of them, immediately putting the other between his fingers to pinch as the rest of his palm massaged your breast. You started whimpering for him now, touch-starved since your boyfriend died, but Choso hoped it was also because he was doing things better than anyone you’d been with before. He alternated his mouth, groping and sucking as much as he could, relishing in the feeling of your tits in his face for the first time. As much as he could stay there all day, he knew you needed more, so he kissed his way down your stomach, lips grazing your pantyline. Choso sucked the skin of your stomach as you bucked your hips against him, turned on as he took care of you.
“Choso, please…”
He looked up into your eyes as he brought his lips off your body, fingers hooking into the fabric of your thong as he pulled them off of you. Holy fuck. You were soaking wet, lips glistening with your juices as your hips shifted slightly to invite Choso in. Without hesitation, he brought his lips down to your pussy, beginning to devour you. You tasted amazing, drinking the nectar of a fruit long awaited and it almost made him regret not planning to kidnap you sooner. You smelled so fucking good too, your pussy engulfing all of his senses as he ate you like his last meal. Your fingers found their way into his hair, moaning his name into the air with every lick of your clit. Sideways, up and down, circles around your bud, anything he could to hear you moan for him, to make your pain go away. He’d brought your legs over his shoulders and rested his hands under the arch of your back, angling your hips so he could eat you exactly how he wanted. Messy and slow, he took his time spreading your juices all over his face as you panted and pulled at the sheets. He was self-indulgent, tongue pumping in and out of you as he lived out his fantasies of eating your pussy.
“Choso…I-I…”
Shit, you were close. Choso was about to make you cum! He doubled down immediately, bringing his arms over your thighs to keep you in place as you felt your orgasm approaching. He’d picked up his pace too, tongue moving at a hungry pace as he anticipated your cum in his mouth. The hand you had in his hair gripped tighter, Choso taking it as a cue to bring his lips up and suck your clit, suction bringing your bud against his tongue. You came fast and hard, grinding your pussy against his face as you came for him, his name slipping off your lips over and over as you rode out your high.
You’re sweet to the core.
You looked so pretty for him, chest rising and falling as you caught your breath. Choso slowly kissed his way back up your body, lips finding themselves on yours. This kiss was different from before, more intense and confident. At that point, you’d already started unbuckling his jeans, kissing him feverishly as you helped him take his clothes off. Hovering over you, he looked at you in awe. Legs on either side of his, big doe eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to fuck you.
“Holy shit…”
Your hands found his hair, gripping and tugging at it as he slipped in at a slow pace. Choso took his time, exploring the walls he longed for the feeling of. Every stroke nearly sent him over, wet and warm, you were like heaven wrapped around his dick. You felt even better than he’d imagined, much better than his fist he fucked to the thought of you. Especially with how you were moaning for him, it was driving him crazy, all he could do was praise you.
“You’re perfect…so fuckin’ perfect…”
“I know…”
God, he’s never felt like this. You were sucking him in like you were made for him, holy shit, he was losing his mind. Touching him, feeling your warmth on his shaft as he fucked you faster. You were so beautiful, lips pursed as you breathed up and down, eyes fluttering as he fucked you.
“You feel so good, baby…”
“Choso…”
His name was killing him. He’d put in so much time to make sure he fucked you exactly the way you needed him, he had to make the first time perfect. A man that could care for you. Love you. Please you. Choso finally had you, and he was going to give you the fucking world.
I need to hate you before it's too late…
“So fuckin’ pretty, baby…”
Choso gripped your legs tight as he fucked into you fast, making you scream his name out into the room. You were doing this for him! Moaning for him! And you felt so fucking good wrapped around him, more than anyone ever before. There wasn’t anyone before you and there wasn’t anyone before him. Your world would revolve around him now like his revolved around you, every waking moment of being in love would be magical.
“Choso, I-”
“Let me have it, baby. I’ve waited so long for it…”
He didn’t care what he was saying anymore, too high on you and your pleasure that he couldn’t think straight. If you were gonna cum for him, he needed it now, like his life depended on it. Something to signify the beginning of all of the pleasure he’d give you from this point forward.
“You know how long I’ve wanted this, baby? Fuck, I’m close…”
“That’s it, baby, let go, let me make you feel good…”
“So pretty, cumming on my dick like this…”
Choso was so fuckin obsessed with you. You came down like an angel, eyes fluttering as you murmured his name softly, body melting into the bed. He halted inside you as he came, losing his mind over the way your nails dug into his arms. You two lay there panting for a bit, Choso’s arm bringing you into his chest. So beautiful like this. He’d finally made it, you in his arms, right where you belonged.
Before I crave you…so please go away.
“So, I’m not going back to my dorm tonight, am I?”
No, of course, you weren’t.
“Do you really want-”
“I don’t want to.”
Choso was shocked to hear your words. You actually wanted to stay here with him, he didn’t even have to scare you into doing it!
“Do you have a T-shirt or something? It’s kinda cold in here.”
“Uh, yeah, let me grab-”
“No problem, I’ll get it!”
Stop it. FUCKING STOP. You were getting too comfortable, about to open Pandora’s box with your hand on his closet door. Choso should stop you, whatever it would take. By the time he’d gotten to the knife, you’d opened the closet, pictures of you all over the walls. Choso lingered behind you now, knife behind his back as he waited for your reaction. You just had to be so fuckin nosy, you’d ruined everything.
“Choso…are these pictures of me?”
He gripped the knife tightly in his hand as he watched you look through them. He couldn’t even speak, heartbreak and murderous intent flowing out of him. Every picture put another pin in his heart. Photos of you around campus, through your dorm window, in class, all open for you to see. You brought your hand up to one, pulling it down as you looked over it. The picture he took of you on Valentine’s Day. You’d been sitting in class that day, sad because Megumi hadn’t gotten you anything, which Choso figured he wouldn’t. That’s why he had three dozen roses delivered to you on the lawn later that day, eyes brightening as you held them and read the card: “Happy Valentine’s Day, Princess. ~ your secret admirer.” You were so damn happy that day, so perfect. Now, you had to die.
“It was you, huh? All this-”
“Yes. It was always me.”
You pulled another one down, the one of you winning Miss Sophomore. Your face had the brightest smile, holding that crown on your head as you cried tears of joy. You smirked at it, cheeks blushing a bit.
“I look really good in this one, glad someone got a shot of it. So, you liked me this much?”
You’d turned to look at him now, giving him a confused face. Probably because Choso was sweating buckets. His hand shook behind him as he looked at you nervously, analyzing everything about you, any sign that you were scared or wanted to leave.
“I’d call it more than that.”
“So, why not-”
“Because I wanted things to be perfect. I wanted to be perfect for you.”
You gave him a nervous nod and turned back to the closet, pulling down a photo of you in your room back at the Kappa house.
“How’d you do it?”
“I…huh?”
“How’d you take this without getting caught?”
You looked back at him now, a serious look on your face that told him he better fuckin’ answer. What was he gonna do? There was no point in lying to you, everything was there for you to see.
“I learned you and the other girl’s schedules to make sure everyone was asleep.”
“So, what else ya got? Pictures can’t be the only thing.”
Choso pointed to the top shelf of the closet hesitantly. You brought down the bin carefully, sitting it down on his desk as you opened the lid.
“What the fuck, Choso? I was looking everywhere for this lipgloss!”
You’d begun rummaging through the bin, picking up things in remembrance of when you lost them. A couple of hair ties, eyeliner, lipstick napkins. You acted as if there was nothing wrong with this, and it was making it really hard for Choso to read you. His hand alternated between wanting to drop the knife or use it, heart pulsing frantically as you tried on old jewelry of yours. Satisfied with your findings, you moved back to the closet, pulling down the other box on the shelf. The one with his gifts for you.
“Wait! You’re not supposed to see that yet!”
“What is it?”
“It’s something really special... just please, you’re gonna ruin everything!”
You shot him a concerned look and rolled your eyes, walking back over to the bed to take a seat.
“Answer a couple of questions for me, ‘kay?”
“I-I…”
“Question one, when did this start?”
“...Freshman year, rush week…the first time we met…”
You looked at him surprised. That meant he’d been stalking in love with you for almost four years now and never acted on it.
Just confiscate you, my teeth are in pain…
“Question two, what’s behind your back?”
“Nothing…important…”
Choso was shaking in fear, so much so, he dropped the fucking knife. You both watched it fall to the floor behind him, your mouth agape in shock as he frantically bent over to pick it up. He couldn’t tell what was more awkward, him dropping it on the floor or him picking it up and sitting it on his desk like nothing happened.
“WHAT THE FUCK WERE YOU GONNA DO WITH THAT?”
“DAMAGE CONTROL.”
“FOR WHAT?”
“FOR WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW!”
“YOU WERE GONNA STAB ME?”
“NO, I WAS JUST GONNA MAKE SURE YOU DIDN’T LEAVE!”
“ARE YOU FUCKIN’ CRAZY?”
“I’M NOT CRAZY, I’M IN LOVE!”
You scoffed and chuckled, stunned at his statement. Choso was bright red, on the verge of a panic attack. So many thoughts, so many mistakes, you knew almost everything now. All of the things he wanted to do for you, show you, give you, it all meant nothing now. Still, you sat there completely calm, aside from the fact the guy who just fucked your brains out was possibly about to kill you.
“Question three, this is an important one. Did you kill Megumi?”
“It was ruled a death from natural causes.”
“Yeah, tell that shit to someone else, did you kill him?”
Choso didn’t really care to hide things now, too far gone. Especially not how he got rid of that asshole you called a boyfriend.
“Yes, I did; and I don’t regret it.”
“How’d you do it?”
“I poisoned him with Ricin.”
“RICIN? HOW THE FU-”
“I put it inside of a box I told him was supposed to be for you.”
“Why?”
“Because he was a terrible boyfriend to you and you didn’t deserve to be with a guy who couldn’t even remember your birthday. Not to mention, he would’ve never died if he didn’t open what was meant for you, nosy fucker.”
“So, you were jealous? Most people would just beat the guy’s ass, you definitely knocked it out the park with that one.”
“Yes, he didn’t deserve to have you! He took you for granted when there was somebody much more fit to make you happy!”
“And that’s you?”
“Yes, just…please…don’t leave. Not before I make things perfect for you!”
You sat back on your hands, thinking a bit and bouncing your leg. Choso had said too much. Not only did he admit to killing Megumi, but now if you really did hate him, you could get him arrested too. Which meant you two would have to live apart. That was no longer an option.
“Even If I wanted to leave, I don’t think you’d actually give me the choice. Plus, it’s kinda…sweet?”
“Sweet?...”
“Yeah, never had someone like me this much, let alone kill my boyfriend to get closer to me.”
“So, you’re not mad?”
“No, not really. Well, maybe for planning to stab me. Not like I can make you untake the pics, but I’ll need some of my stuff back. I’m more impressed than anything. I’m not even gonna ask how you got the Ricin or half of this stuff.”
Choso didn’t know how to feel, or how to react. Why were you so calm about this? Why weren’t you scared? Why were you still here willingly? He couldn’t move at all, locked in place in fear as he watched you get into the bed and turn on another movie.
“You gonna come lay with me or just stand there?”
“I just…I-”
You sat straight up now, looking him dead in the eyes as his body quivered in reaction.
“What’s your deal, huh? Didn’t you kill a guy to be with me?”
“Yes, technically, I-”
“So, be with me, Choso! Unless you’re just like a murderer or whatever, that’s kinda fucked up.”
I'm gonna break you before I can say…
Choso was lost for fuckin’ words. You were laying on his chest now, holy shit, he was losing his mind. Touching him, feeling your warmth as you finally relaxed. Everything he had done to get you with him had paid off. You were so perfect, lips pursed while you breathed up and snuggled your face into him. Just his sweet, sweet girl.
“So, the whole, um, thing…”
“What, you being fucking insane?”
“I’m not insane, just very dedicated to the woman I love!”
“Well, the way I see it, all my other boyfriends couldn’t stop looking at other girls, but you? You’re perfect, you’re already obsessed with me! Just don’t kill anyone else, ‘kay?”
“I’ll try.”
I love you.
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EVEN IN DEATH - CHOSO
hehe my first kinktober fic!! it’s short but i really loved this idea of big brother choso:3 hope you enjoy!
warnings: incest, choking, death, necrophilia
choso’s love for you is a masterpiece, a symphony of emotions painted upon the cavas of his heart. your smile has the power to quench the thirst of his soul. there is nothing more intense than his sweet, dear little sister. he doesn’t know a better feeling than the one he gets when he looks at you. from the moment you came into his life, he was devoted with his very being. swore to keep you safe from harms way.
you knew how much your brother cared about you. you saw the hunger in his eyes when he unblinkingly stared through yours. he knew you better than anyone, and you preferred it that way. no one else make your tummy do flips and skin heat up the way he did. it was always him.
your whole life was spent lonely. you were an outcast, a loser. no one cares whether you lived or died, but choso didn’t see you that way. when you were introduced to geto, your first reaction was to hide behind the man you knew would protect you, but instead of mockery, geto extended a gentle hand. he understood what it was like to hate humans the way they seemed to hate you for existing. you met other ‘friends’ like mahito, who you got a long with quite well. it helped take the edge off of everyday life, giving you something warm to come to at the end.
but nothing made you feel more wonderful than running into your big brothers arms, feeling his big, calloused hands hold the small of your back. nothing made you feel as good as you did when you were under him, naked chest pressed against his own.
“chosh-shoo!” you moaned into his mouth, his tongue swirling around yours as spit covered your chin and neck. he wouldn’t ever say it out loud, but he loved when you got sloppy with him. his dick twitched seeing the snot and drool dripping down the sides of your face.
“your big brother loves you, baby,” he mumbled into your mouth. he really did love you. you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling his thick cock slip in and out of your cunt, your thighs wet and sticky. “makin me feel s’good, god i love you,” his groans were soft and quiet. you wrapped your arms tighter around his neck, tugging at his hair. he let out a whine at the feeling of you pulling him closer. he loved his needy little sister so much.
“fuck, sissy… i’m gonna cum soon,” choso groaned loudly in your ear before sitting up to get a good look at you. his abs flexed and his breathing heavy as he plowed into you like an animal. slowly, he reached his hand up to your throat, something he’s never done before. you didn’t think much of it though, back arching as he squeezed, but little did you know, choso felt something strange. it felt oddly good to choke you, feeling your soft throat mold at his finger tips. it made him feel powerful that you were at his mercy so easily. his baby sister… so helpless in his arms.
he squeezed harder and then harder until your eyes flew open, and something sparked within him that he didn’t know existed. that scared look in your eyes. he really was your whole world and he didn’t want anything to change that… but him. it would be the ultimate ‘i love you to death’.
with another harsh squeeze your hands flew up to grab at his wrist. you knew choso could have small outbursts, usually when mahito groped you, but you never expected him to have one during sex. usually he was so intimate and loving, but this felt more than just possession. it felt like anger. and angry he was. he was angry at the thought of someone else making you feel so good. at the thought of you giving up on him. but he was also oh so happy at the fact that he was about to change everything. god, he wanted this moment to last forever, and in a way it was your forever.
he really didn’t mean to choke you that hard. didn’t even notice your face turning blue till your hands went limp at your sides, tits still bouncing from the force he was fucking you with. he’s seen you pass out before, but never like this. just…. it wasn’t enough. it felt so good knowing your last moments would be with him. your last breath would be your chokes and mumbles of his name telling him to ‘shtop… pleash!’ that alone was enough for him to keep fucking your pussy, feeling your walls squeezing him tighter than ever.
eventually he feels a crack and looks down at your limp head dangling off to the side. you were still so pretty even in death, he thought as he pounded away. he was so, so close. much closer than before. he let go of your neck to grab both hips as he slammed his cock into you one last time before cumming. he had never came harder in his life than in that moment. choso swears his heart nearly lept out of his chest at the mere sight of your lifeless body being pumped full of his seed. you were truley the best thing that had ever happened to him.
choso looks up at the ceiling, sweat gliding down his pale skin. he could still feel your warmth around his cock as he slowly pulled it out. he knew he’s never get to be with you again, never get to se your pretty smile. there was no one else like you. moments before you were moaning on his cock and the next you were permanently unmoving.
it made his heart ache knowing you were stripped from life all from him getting caught up in the moment, but he also knew that you died at his hands, and in a twisted way that made him happier knowing that you were still his even in death.
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Choso has awoken something in me and I need to share my unhealthy lust for him with the world so here’s a smutty fanfic I wrote:
“God my cock feels so good inside your mouth baby” Choso moans as you thrust his throbbing cock deep inside your throat. You’re drooling, circling your tongue around his pink tip and enjoying every inch.
He’s leaning against the foot of the bed, but the feeling of his dick hitting the back of your warm throat is making him weak. He’s finding it more and more difficult to prop himself up with his left arm, while his right hand is busy holding your hair up, pulling it gently, yet firmly.
“Fuck baby, you’re gonna make me cum” he growls.
Suddenly, you have an idea. An urge to dominate and tease him. You stop sucking, lightly kissing the tip.
“No, not yet, darling” you whisper, grinning mischievously.
You stand up and push him onto the bed, climbing on top of him, all while leaving a trail of kisses from his stomach to his mouth, your wet pussy yearning for his hard cock.
Is it really Choso that you’re teasing?
He’s grabbing your soft ass with one hand, and using the other to position his cock to go inside of your now aching wet hole.
You stop him, grab him by the wrist and pin it above his head. You know he’s stronger than you but right now he’s too mesmerized to overpower you.
“Do you want this pussy, baby?” You say sweetly, grinding your hips against only the length of his shaft.
“I fucking need it,” he whimpers, “I need to be inside you y/n.”
Hearing how desperate he is to feel your walls squeezing around his dick, you can’t help but want to prolong this moment. You lean down and kiss his cheek, letting your slit rest at his tip.
Then, moving your lips next to his ear, you utter two words: “Then beg.”
The “so close, yet so far” feeling of his cock pressed against your soaking wet flower is driving Choso up the wall. He knows he can easily overpower you and swallow you whole but he loves how demanding you’re being.
I’ll let her play for a bit longer. He thinks to himself, before pleading for entrance.
“Please baby I fucking need to feel you on the inside” he exclaims while you loosen your grip on the hand pinned above his head. He starts gyrating his hips, squirming in anticipation.
You want him just as bad but this is too fun for you. The power you have over him is intoxicating.
“I don’t believe youuu.” You sing sweetly.
You fully let go of his wrist and his hands start roaming your body, as if having minds of their own. Every part of him wants you. He sits up and starts sucking one of your nipples and playing with the other in his hand.
In between sucking and kissing your pretty tits, he pleads with you, “my love, my everything,” he guides your hand to his hard cock, “cant you feel how badly I want you? Look at what you do to me.”
He’s gazing into your eyes with a fiery mix of passion and desperation. His eyebrows are furrowed and he’s making soft, whimpering moans under his breath.
You kiss his soft lips. You’re almost at your limit. At this point it feels almost as though you’re punishing yourself.
Just as you’re about to give in, in one swift movement he flips your positions, placing the pre-cum-dripping tip of his cock at your entrance.
“My turn,” he whispers in a deep, almost animalistic, tone.
He traces his tongue along your nipples and all the way down to your clit. He starts sucking at it, knowing who really has all the power here.
You love the feeling of his tongue swirling along your clit but you need him inside of you.
“Fuck me, baby” you mutter under heavy breaths, “fuck my pussy with your big cock”
He’s still having his fun though, you don’t get to call all the shots. He places two fingers inside you and starts pumping, still sucking and licking your clit, with his free hand stroking his thick boner.
Your moans fill the room. He’s losing control, he can’t go another minute without feeling your pussy wrapped around his dick. He stops eating you out and ends his performance by lightly kissing your clit. He looks up at you with endearing eyes, “you have such a pretty pussy baby,” he smiles.
He switches positions one more time, having you sit on his lap with your legs wrapped around him.
“Have you learned your lesson?” He coos, smiling sweetly as he positions his cock at your entrance once again.
You nod yes, as you go in for a kiss. While his cock enters you slowly, your tongue enters his mouth at the same pace. You start bouncing on his dick while he holds your waist tight.
Your tongues wrestle in each others mouths and you can feel the vibrations of his moans harmonize with yours. You’re grabbing the hair on the back of his head with one hand and rubbing your clit with the other.
This feels too good. You can’t think straight. You want all of him, you need him to breed you like the good little slut you are.
The more you grind, the better it feels for him, too. He’s losing control and needs to fill you up with his cum.
“Fuck baby you feel so good.” He moans.
“You make me feel so good.” You moan back.
You’re about to climax. He can tell by the volume of your moans getting louder and louder.
“Cum for me my little slut, cum on daddy’s cock” he demands.
And as you finally reach climax, his grip on you becomes tighter, pressing your torso’s together. He kisses you again passionately with his tongue circling yours, moaning into your mouth. You feel his cock twitch inside of you, letting you know he’s cumming along with you.
Your gaze meets his as you both finish, out of breath, but still hungry for more.
He smiles lazily and lays you down on your side as he holds you in his arms. He kisses your lips, your cheeks, your forehead and your eyelids. As if even 1000 kisses wouldn’t be enough.
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Sunflowers Fields: a Choso Love Story: Chapter Two
You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)
warnings: swearing, alcohol use, manipulation, (eventual) heavy smut, overstimulation, begging, dacryphilia, dom choso, bossy choso, sub reader, slight yandere choso, suguru is her ex
Sunflower Fields ao3 version
Chapter One here
You walk down the street, stumbling, with no idea where you were going. You were grateful you settled on kitten heels rather than stilettos for the night, because otherwise you would have probably broken an ankle by now. You would have been afraid if you weren’t so blasted, but there you were with God knows how many shots in your system. As you reach a dead-end though, you begin to worry. You suddenly start to sober up (or better yet try to be a little more aware of your surroundings) and turn around, realizing you really don’t know where you are. Why did you have to leave the club so dramatically? You could have simply told Andrea and Kento you were ready to leave, but instead you had to make a theatrical scene in front of a really hot guy.
Panic begins to set in as you continue to pace down the road and search for your phone in your bag. Just as you find it and open up your contacts to call Andrea, you hear a car pull up beside you. You freeze, not knowing what to do. If this was it, you were going to be so pissed in the afterlife.
Cause of death: kidnapped and killed after leaving the club because you couldn’t stop thinking about your cheating ex-boyfriend.
If that happened you would beg the Lord to revive you just so you could kill yourself again.
Your body begins to tremble when you suddenly hear a familiar voice call out your name from the car. You look up stunned to see Suguru staring at you from the driver’s seat, confusion written all over his face. His hair was in a bun with a few strands left out, his ears pierced and covered in black earrings. He was so fucking beautiful. Your heart strings tugged when your eyes met his. So many memories flooded your mind. All the pain, sadness, and betrayal was clouded by the memories of all the great times the two of you spent together. Before it all went to shit. Laughing until your stomach hurt, long drives with hands clasped together and music blasting with the top of his car down, bone shaking, passionate sex after an exciting date night.
All ruined.
“Dollface? What are you doing out here?” He says, his voice laced with genuine concern. His eyebrows were furrowed, face reading concern.
Dollface.
“I’m going to marry you. You know that right?” Suguru said to you, seriousness in his eyes. The moonlight was shining down on him as he was on top of you, breath heavy, hair sticking to his face and neck. Harsh waves were crashing in the background, almost as harsh as your heart was beating.
You froze, pausing to comprehend what he just confessed. “Shut up.” You had said, not believing him, a small, disbelieving smile on your face. Still you had goosebumps erupting from your body, from both the wind chilling your bare skin and the words he had just spoken to you.
“I’m being serious, dollface.” His eyes remained on yours as he continued to thrust into you, slowly, deeply, intensely. “You’re going to be mine forever. You’re not going anywhere.”
Your stomach begins doing flips and your eyes well with tears as you stare at the handsome man, soon beginning to stream down your face.
“When do you think you want kids?” The two of you were sitting on your couch, binging reality television shows you basically forced him to watch with you. Your feet were in his lap and he was rubbing them, skillfully.
“We could start trying now.” He said with a smirk, eyes twinkling at you. “I’ll admit, I haven’t been the most careful with pulling out lately.”
You gasped and picked up a pillow that lay closest to you, and reached over to hit him in the head with it, playfully. “Suguru! Not funny.” You yelled at him but he laughed anyway.
“I’m kidding, dollface.” The smile on his face was blinding. “I want nothing more than to make you the mother of my kids, but I’ll wait until you’re ready.” Sincerity was written all over his face. “Like I said, you’re not going anywhere.”
Suguru steps out of the car and before you could stop him, he wraps his arms around you to hold you tightly.
“Let’s get you home, okay?” He says softly as he pulls away to wipe the tears from your face. His eyes read confusion, guilt, and sadness. You want to punch yourself for how weak you’re being, and how easily you’re letting him back in. You nod your head anyway, and let him guide you to the passenger seat of his car that you had become so familiar with.
As he shuts your car door, you feel a buzz on your phone and pull it out to see Andrea calling you. You quickly reject the call, sending a text saying you’re okay and that Suguru came to get you. This will only bring on more calls and texts, but she’s aware he wouldn’t put you in any physical danger. She would at least know you weren’t kidnapped.
The drive was silent with a few glances that your ex-boyfriend kept giving you every now and then. You pretended to not feel him staring into the back of your head as you were turned towards the window, with the window down, trying to sober up as much as you could. If you had known you would have a run in with your ex, you would’ve stopped at shot number two. Maybe you wouldn’t even be in his car right now doubtful. The tension was becoming unbearable when the two of you thankfully pulled up to your apartment.
You cleared your throat awkwardly. “Thank you for the ride. I’m glad you were there to save me.” You gave him a grateful tight lipped smile, which he returned, sadness in his eyes. You sat in the car, staring at each other longer than you should’ve until you finally reached for the door. He grabbed your hand before you could pull the lever. “Wait. Please.” You turned towards him and regretted it. He was giving you that look. The look you had fallen for so many times.
Your eyes were welling with tears again, when you managed to let out a small and quiet, “What is it?”
“Can I come in, please? I want to talk.” He begged, that look remaining on his face. You had seen it so many times that you wondered if it was rehearsed at this point. You knew whatever he had to say would be filled with lies and manipulation, yet you were falling for it again. You wanted to kick yourself. You were doing it again. You were letting him in again after he gave you a knife to the heart. Over and over again he would leave wounds that were never given a chance to heal. Instead, he just put a bandaid on the wound when you needed fucking surgery.
When the two of you entered your apartment the tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. You kicked your shoes off and without a word, set foot to your bedroom. Suguru did the same and followed you to your bedroom like a lost puppy. Your room was a disaster with hair products all over the floor, laundry that had been piled up and an unmade bed, but you didn’t care. Partially because you were drunk and partially because you couldn’t give a shit about what he thought of you right now. You didn’t have anything to prove to him at this moment. You sat down on your bed and he followed suit. You sat in silence, heart beating out of your chest, waiting for him to say something, anything at all.
“I fucked up.” He broke the silence. He was looking down at the floor, playing with the black rings on his fingers. “I fucked up so bad again and I’m sorry. I fucking miss you.” He looked up at you with red, wet eyes as you turned your head to focus on him. You were stunned. Tears began to leak from his eyes and they were soon streaming down his face.
You didn’t know what to say. There had been plenty of times where the two of you had gotten back together, yet you were the one crying and pleading, not the other way around. Not like now. This felt real. This felt genuine. Was it, though?
You were still frozen, staring at him with confusion written all over your face as he continued. “I don’t deserve you, dollface. I know that. But I want to prove to you that I can change.” He looked down at his shaking hands again, unable to continue looking at you as he spoke. “I still love you. I love you more than any dumb bitch I decided to fuck around on you with. They don’t compare to you. They never have.”
You were fully sober at this point. It was like all the fog in your brain had cleared.
Your breathing was getting heavy now. Your eyes welled with tears and your heart was racing impossibly fast. You didn’t know how to feel. Happy? Sad? Angry? Betrayed? Stupid?
“I’ll do whatever I have to do to fix this.” He practically begged. “Say something. Please.” He choked out, looking at you, those beautiful brown eyes piercing into your soul.
You just shook your head as tears fell from your eyes. Your body began to shake with sobs and you felt Suguru wrap his arms around you and you didn’t stop him. Of course you didn’t. You were weak. Always there at his beck and call, forgiving him. You remembered the times you were on your knees begging and crying for him back when he did you wrong.
Weak.
Pathetic.
Those were the words that repeated in your head as he guided you on your back, kissing you with such passion and vigor. He held you so delicately, like you would fall apart if he let you go. Maybe you would.
Worthless.
Disgraceful.
Those were the words that clouded your mind as he removed your clothes, ever so slowly and kissed every inch of your body, including your tear filled face, eventually reaching your lips.
Stupid.
Gullible.
Those were the words that engraved in your brain when you kissed him back and let him give you orgasm after orgasm, all night long.
You woke up in the morning, feeling nothing but shame. He was asleep in your bed again, with the sun shining on his beautiful face. His eyes were closed and his bare chest was rising and falling slowly. Whenever he slept, he looked like he had no troubles whatsoever. He slept so peacefully, while you barely slept anymore. You spent your nights worrying if he was fucking around, out with the next woman. Every night he wasn’t in your bed, you didn’t sleep. You couldn’t, you were on the brink of panic attacks
You got up from your bed, slowly, careful not to wake him. He didn’t move a muscle as you grabbed your robe hanging from your closet and walked over to your in-suite bathroom. You looked over your shoulder once more to see him still sleeping soundly as you opened the door quietly, shutting it the same as you stepped inside.
You turned the light on in your bathroom and almost jumped when you saw your reflection. Your makeup was smeared, your hair was a disaster, and one of your false eyelashes had fallen off. You shook your head and quickly started your morning routine, not wanting to look at that fightful sight anymore. Once you finished brushing your teeth and doing your morning skincare routine, you attempted to fix your hair by simply brushing it back into a puff, making it look more presentable.
You looked in the mirror again.
Lifeless.
Your eyes were lifeless. The eyes that once held happiness and joy now had no light. It was like everything had been drained from you. All emotion, energy, passion, and excitement was wiped from you. Your under eyes were darker than ever and your skin was dull. It was like you were a shell of your former self.
You were shaking again. You were shaking so bad that your legs gave out from under you and you fell to the floor with a loud thud and a sob. Full blown sobs were coming from your mouth now and they couldn’t stop. You wrapped your arms around your body to try to calm your shakes and cries down but it didn’t seem to be working.
You’d never felt so much pain or shame in your entire life. Why were you doing this to yourself? Why were you letting a man who obviously didn’t give two shits about you tear you apart? Why did you always go back? Why did you let him manipulate you, over and over again?
You didn’t even notice when he walked in. You didn’t notice when he was wrapping his arms around you, begging and pleading with you to tell him what was wrong, to tell him what happened. You only came to when he was calling your name, distress and fear in his voice. Your eyes finally snapped up to him and relief flooded his teary eyes.
“What the fuck happened? What’s wrong?” He was holding your face in his hands, not caring about the snot and tears covering your skin. He looked so stressed, like his whole world was about to come crashing down. And maybe it was.
You looked down and managed to shake your head.
“What’s wrong?” He repeated, more firmly this time.
Your hands were still shaking. You couldn’t keep doing this. You couldn’t let him continue to destroy your sense of self, destroy your life, destroy you.
“You are.” You muttered out, still looking at the floor, voice ice cold.
Suguru froze and gave you a stunned look. “I’m…what? I’m lost…” He trailed off. “What do you mean? What about last night?” He seemed to be putting together the pieces of what you were trying to say.
“Fuck last night.” You said, bringing your eyes to his, fury held in them. “It’s not like you meant that shit anyways.” Your hands stopped shaking and were currently balled in fists at your side.
He sat there in silence, still shocked at your words.
You stood up from the floor and got a tissue to wipe the tears from your face. You turned your sink on and splashed your face with cold water, trying to remove the puffiness from your eyes. When you opened your eyes, he was standing behind you, looking at you in the mirror with hurt and anger written all over his face. “What do you mean I didn’t mean it? I was pouring my fucking heart out to you.” He was yelling now. “I meant it. I’m going to change-” You cut him off.
“You’ve had plenty of time to fucking change, Suguru. Two years in fact.” You said, voice laced with anger and hurt. “You expect me to believe you every time you say you're going to change? Everytime you apologize, I’m supposed to just be there, ready to forgive you?” You turned to face him now, wanting to look him straight in the eye.
“No that’s not-” He tried to say but you interrupted him once again.
“Then what the hell is it?” You were yelling now. “You always say you’re sorry but you’re not really remorseful. If you were truly sorry you would leave me the fuck alone!” You were looking at him with so much anger that you swear you could’ve seen fear in his eyes.
“Is that what you want?” He responded, coldly, all emotion gone from his eyes.
You froze. Was it? Were you really done? There was no going back after this. You couldn’t stick up for yourself and create these boundaries just to take them back. You couldn’t take him back. That would make you truly weak.
“It is.” You tried to ignore the piercing pain in your heart as the words came out of your mouth.
You tried to ignore the fast beating of your heart as he looked back at you with such coldness. It was like nothing you said even mattered to him. You tried to ignore the screams from your mind to chase after him as he left your bathroom to dress himself. You tried to ignore the tears streaming down your face as you heard the front door shut. It all became too hard to ignore as your body hit the floor again, sobs escaping you once more.
You woke up on your bathroom floor with a migraine and a heartache. Memories from earlier in the day flooded your mind as you got up and walked in your bedroom to climb into bed. As your body hit the sheets, memories of Suguru taking you over and over again crossed your mind and you shook your head, trying to shake them out of your brain (if that were possible.)
You sighed and realized you should probably check your phone. Your best friend was probably worried about you and as much as you wanted to hide from the world, it wasn’t fair to not let her know you were safe.You braced yourself for the amount of texts and calls you would see from Andrea and wasn’t shocked to see way too many from her. You sighed and quickly dialed her number, even though the last thing you wanted to do right now was talk to anyone.
In Andrea fashion, she picked up on the first ring and immediately started yelling, which caused you to pull the phone away from your ear, wincing.
“Look who finally decided to answer. You have got to be fucking kidding me! You went home with him? Are you out of your Goddamn mind?!” She continued to yell. “I was worried sick about you! Nanami almost went to the police station before you finally responded to me. Not to mention Choso. The poor baby was so worried and afraid something happened to you!”
Your heart sank when you heard that. You forgot all about Choso. The sweet, sexy, quiet man that you left at the club with no explanation. You were so selfish. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying your company as much as you were enjoying his and you left him hanging.
You waited for her to stop yelling at you before you responded. “Andrea, I’m so sorry. I was fine one second then I wasn’t the next. I started thinking about Suguru and I felt like I was going to throw up so I left. I was drunk out of my mind and I wasn’t thinking.” You begged her forgiveness. “I was having such a good time with him and everything just hit me out of nowhere. I know you did your best to get me to forget about him last night but I just couldn’t.” You explained, your heart strings tugging and voice cracking as you let everything out at once.
She let out a soft sigh. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to yell at you like that. I was just worried.” She paused, worry in her voice. “What’s going on? You don’t sound okay. Did he do something to you?” Her voice was rising.
Well, yes. But you couldn’t tell her that. She went out of her way to do nice things for you all day yesterday. There was no way you could tell her you fucked your ex-boyfriend she was trying so desperately to get you forget about last night. There was just no way.
“I’m okay!” You tried your best to sound okay, to sound like your heart wasn’t about to leap out your chest. “Really, I’m okay. Suguru and I are done this time, for real.”
She tried to say something but you cut her off.
“I really don’t want to talk about it.” You said firmly, breathing starting to roughen again. You didn’t want to cry again.
There was a brief silence on the call before she spoke again. “Okay.” She accepted and you were shocked. She wasn’t one to let things go, but it seems like enough distress was in your voice to make her stop questioning you.
“Well…” She started. “Choso really likes you, just so you know. He didn’t say it, but he seemed genuinely concerned when we couldn’t find you. It was the most emotion I’ve ever seen on his face.” She changed the subject quickly and you almost sighed from relief. You were out the hot seat, well kinda.
“Really?” You entertained her. It’s not like you didn’t find Choso intriguing. You definitely did. He was sexy, attentive, kind, intelligent, and seemed to have a good head on his shoulders. However, you just didn’t know if you had the emotional and mental capacity to deal with another relationship, situationship, whatever. He was fun to talk to, and very fun to flirt with, but right now the thought of dating someone almost made you throw up in your mouth.
“Don’t worry, by the way! I told him you ended up taking an Uber home when you told me Suguru picked you up last night. I didn’t want to ruin your game.” You could feel her smirk through the phone.
‘There’s no game to be played.’ You almost let out, but didn’t. You really didn’t want to let her in on anything right now. All you wanted to do was distract your mind in any way possible, even if that meant entertaining your friend’s failed attempt at matchmaking.
You wanted to take this time to heal, to really better yourself. So that’s what you were going to do.
Maybe.
Chapter Three is up
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i woke up with puffy eyes and a headache. what the fuck kami
i’m really picky when it comes to angst. in scenes like this, a lot of writers tend to have the leading character completely crumble so that the love interest—who is often the one that was initially hurt by the situation—has to be the one to swallow their pride and comfort the lead which would eventually lead to forgiveness. it’s a good trope when done right, but even then i feel like it’s a very tired trope.
you didn’t do that. you were able to portray mutual vulnerability while maintaining the headstrong and caring personality of the reader. we’re able to see again how the reader is self-sacrificial before all else, and it shows growth that can justify a possible redemption. the reader is a victim throughout this entire plotline, but we continuously to see that despite how aspects of her soured she still has the capability to be sweet and compassionate. so well done.
oh my god dude the way Choso has completely broken down made me lose it. the poor boy is so overwhelmed. i seriously appreciated the slight shift in narration style to Choso’s POV of the entire event. throughout the entire fic, the narrator would often speak in ways that gave more perspective to the reader’s mind. the switch to give more of Choso’s perspective while connecting the dots to the reader’s thoughts and experiences was so, so necessary. i can’t immediately recall if we had big shifts of narration like this earlier on (at least for a large passage), but it really stood out in this chapter so we could sympathize with Choso further. if there are still people saying that Choso’s a bigger red flag character for the reader because of his possessiveness after this then i seriously don’t know what it will take. my poor boy, he’s so confused and hurt. it’s too much to explain at the moment and he wishes he could just lay it out in a way that more accurately recalls his experiences rather than the way he was barely able to shout out bits and pieces of all the info in the café, but doing so just hurts too much and he could barely speak to the reader with the way things went. UGH.
the crying scene in the rain where Choso clung to the reader made me think back to Gojo’s breakdown in chapter 30. the reader is the only thing that’s able to anchor them to reality at their worst moments, despite these major breakdowns happening because of her. the circumstances are different, but the devestation is almost the same. they’re both so scared at the fact that there are circumstances that could mean completely losing the reader and it’s mostly out of their control. how could they not break down after that?
regarding the narration in the Choso POV passage, the part when you say, “He couldn’t believe you. Especially after you wouldn’t even tell him about the clear list of other guys you’ve been with? That’s all precisely why he says he felt as though he should know who else you’d been with.” KAMI. ARE YOU SUGGESTING WHAT I THINK YOU’RE SUGGESTING??? the narration giving more light to Choso’s POV but adding some of the reader’s thoughts into it was so genius because when i read this, i was like “holy shit, he knows. he just doesn’t know who’s on the list.” THAT BROKE ME ON A DIFFERENT LEVEL. KAMI, YOU DIDN’T MEAN IT LIKE THAT, RIGHT???? KAMI????? 😭😭😭😭 especially at the end when you mentioned that the “details” of the list are going to be revealed, and not just the list in general has me overthinking. holy fuck.
i love that despite everything that happened, Choso still loves the reader enough to try to shield her from the rain so she doesn’t get sick. MY FUCKING HEART HURTS. the way he needs to get full reassurance that the worst man he knows didn’t harm one of the most precious people he has in his life just makes me ache. i was tearing up during the whole chapter, but that completely wrecked me. the consistent theme of him hating liars which was first introduced to us in chapter 12 is finally about to bite the reader in the ass if she doesn’t take this opportunity to tell him. GIRL IF YOU DON’T TELL HIM???? I’M SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY.
oh my god kami. i’m still broken from this. these were just my immediate thoughts after my read last night 😭i’ll probably find more to ask about during my reread, sorry in advance. but until then i’m mourning the person i was before this chapter. kami wtf.
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Yappy sessionnn!!
1. Ahh tysmm, I’m happy I was able to make Choso & the reader’s interaction stand out in comparison to other’s who write that troupe.
Going off that, I want to also point out how I say Gojo —> the reader —> Choso. Given that, I want some of y’all to rlly consider what that means seeing as Gojo claims him and the reader are the same so, what does that mean for Choso and the reader?
2. & yeah, I’ve narrated like this before just not in this fic i think? I have another change of pov coming in one of the next few chapters so yeah I’m glad you enjoyed that ^.^
Also, because Choso isn’t the best with voicing emotions, that’s the reasoning behind why a change of narration was needed. With Gojo’s breakdown, he vocalized most of what he was feeling while still leaving the reader confused. Choso is more of the type to need the story to shift to what he was going through
Again, I just changed the narroration so that Choso could be more understood especially for the gojo girlies😒
3. And yes, for deferent reasons ofc, the reader is the only thing that keeps both men grounded at the end of the day. As of rn, only Choso’s reasoning for this is clarified whereas Gojo’s reason is unknown outside of the fact that he loves her & is obsessed with her.
4. Am I suggesting what you think I’m suggesting?😹 Who knows?😹😹
5. Yup, no matter what, we notice that Choso still puts the reader above himself in a way. Given his backstory and how he did the same for his younger brothers, this is something that’s simply apart of his character and actually makes him similar to Gojo in a way
A while back, I think, Gojo told the reader that if she was ever upset, he’d want her to beat up on him instead of blame herself because it’s not her fault.
Choso offers that same punching bag for her but in a different font, Choso so clearly still cares about her despite all he’s learned and as stated, nothing’ll change that :)
6. WILL SHE TELL HIM? WILL SHE NOT?😹😹😹😹😹😹😹 WHO KNOWSSS
Guys why do I feel like im lowk becoming gege with this stupid cat laughing emoji…………..
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ITS SO SILLY I CANT EVEN
Anywho, happy to have given u trauma, you’re welcome😉
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Chapter 45 was so great! ✨️
The dynamic between Sukuna and Yuuji in TPG is so special to me.💖 I love the way you write it so much!✨️ Sukuna caring for Yuuji but being unable to show it to him (or anyone). The fact that he gave him a nice dream (that Yuuji probably saw as a taunt, some kind of "You'll never be this happy again" if he even figured out it's from Sukuna at all).
Yuuji trying to hide how much he suffers from his family (poor baby😔) is so sad yet so in character.
I love how Nanami tries to understand Sukuna and talks to him in order to help Yuuji. Like, it's not easy, Sukuna has the attitude of a feral cat that thinks it's God. Every single conversation he's a part of is painful for everyone involved (including himself), but Nanami still tries despite it all.
"I'll make the world hate me more than I hate myself." Sukuna is so lucky (or unlucky) that Nanami did not figure that one out.
"Have you ever considered that not caring is indeed possible, just not for you?" Nanami called him out so hard with this one.
Kenjaku get hit in the head with a brick challenge. I can't imagine being over 1000 years old and spending my time stalking a random family in order to ruin their lives and also to keep ruining the life of some dude (Sukuna). There is being a hater and there is whatever Kenjaku has going on.
Choso!✨️ The fact that he woke up and asked about his brothers before anything else is so cute and also so devastating at the same time (having no identity outside of being the oldest brother who must protect the younger ones must be tough) (but also how could he even have an identity outside of that, he was stuck in a tube in some basement).
Poor guy is not even 1 second old and is already experiencing gaslighting😔.
Uraume!🎉 Not here yet, but they're mentioned at least. "I love a bitch with a real frozen heart." Once Uraume appears is anyone gonna make a connection between the ice gremlin and every time Sukuna mentioned his love for the cold/ice? Because he does that in almost every chapter since he appeared. He said he loves them. King of not being subtle at all✨️.
I can't believe Yuki and Toji were this close to making it official only for Kenjaku to drop the "both of your ex wives died". Wow.
Yuki!💖 I love her so much! Her desire to be seen by Maki and Gojo as a mom, wanting to be called "mom" by them... It's very sweet, but also devastating knowing how much it hurts that both of them didn't tell her about Maki not being Toji's daughter.
The fact that Choso just approaches her and is like "prepare to die", but then has to remember why he is supposed to kill her💀. He is so funny without meaning to.
"This is for Riko." Wow, Kenjaku really went there. This is so unnecessarily cruel. He can act all he wants like his goal is to prove a philosophical point, but his actions are waaay past that. Tormenting Kuroi while wearing Riko's face, gloating to Wasuke, this whole thing just now... He must enjoy it to a certain extent, even if he doesn't want to admit it.
Poor Kashimo being stuck in that horrible work environment.😔 All they wanted was to fight Sukuna, but now they are discovering feelings and have to deal with Kenjaku on a daily basis.
✨️💖✨️
HIII I AM SO HAPPY YOU LIKED IT 💞 god yeah yuuji and sukuna are SO devastating huh. it's like watching a tragedy play out every time they interact. yuuji tries to hide how much he suffers, while sukuna disguises his suffering as cruelty and malice, and the one person to whom he occassionally shows the truth both doesn't believe him and doesn't care. nanami's curious, but it's closer to morbid curiosity -- like driving past a burning car on the highway and looking to see who's dying inside, even though you know it'll upset you. those three all make me so insane.
I AGREE, FUCK KENJAKU MAN. he's so cruel and for what?? it's such casual cruelty too, which makes it so much worse.
chosoooo! he has arrived!! but at what cost lol. he cares so much about his brothers and has constructed his identity solely around that. which is a major theme of the upcoming fight!!
URAUMEEEE<3 im glad you caught the reference lol. sukuna is so fucking funny, bro is not being subtle at all with his love declaration yet no one has a clue wtf he's talking about, like always. the most undersharing oversharer in the history of time.
tojiyuki omg ikr ;__; so close and yet so far. stay tuned for more developments with them!!
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JJK men with drunk reader part ll
You can find part l with Choso and Nanami here
Pairing: Geto x reader; Megumi x reader; Gojo x reader
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: harrassment in Geto's and Gojo's part, breakup in Megumi's part, HEAVY (and I mean it) mentions of smut in Gojo's part, I'm sorry if it's shitty
As always, I apprechiate every little comment or reblog. Thank you my loves <3
Suguru Geto
You’ve had the greatest night since forever, celebrating your birthday with your closest friends.
“Okay, one last shot, come on!”
You give in to your classmate Kenzo who literally pushes you to the bar. To be honest, you are already full to the brim and it is definitely past midnight. But still, you let him grab your hand, dragging you behind him while he orders two shots of your favorite liqueur.
“To you, sweetie.”
In a normal state of mind, you’d probably immediately turn him down. Kenzo has been hunting after you since he first laid eyes on you, always trying to push forward a relationship. And while you do think he is a decent person, the spark simply never spread.
But tonight you had way too much drinks to bother about his wording. With a swift motion, you empty the shot glass with one gulp, smiling triumphantly at the man in front of you.
“Hey (y/n), we’ll leave now”, another friend of yours announces.
“Oh yeah, I’ll leave soon too”, you reply with a sly grin.
“You want us to wait for you? You really shouldn’t walk home alone anymore, (y/n)”, the concerned voice of your bestie shouts over the blasting music.
“Nah don’t worry, I’ll go to the toilet now and then call a taxi.”
“Fine. Take care of yourself and make sure you go home alone”
She embraces you in a tight hug. With one last glance at Kenzo she and the others leave.
Suddenly everything seems to be too much for your overstimulated brain. The loud music, the constant glimmering of lights, the sweaty people surrounding you and especially the alcohol that makes you feel dizzy and a little unwell. Yes, it really is time to go.
“I’m gonna pee an’ leave”, you mutter into Kenzo’s ear before turning on your heels and walking towards the toilets.
Damn, you’re really not feeling well anymore. That last shot was definitely too much, you can’t even walk a straight line, even pulling down your panties seems like an impossible act at this point. A glance into the mirror reveals your pale face and sunken eyes. Yeah, you should call it a day. Let’s just get this over with and call a taxi.
You make your way back to the bar, back where you’ve seen Kenzo the last time. Even though you have absolutely no nerve to talk to him right now, you force your way through the crowd of people.
“Will leave now. See ya.”
Without waiting for his reply, you push through the crowd of people to the exit, wobbly legs barely able to even stand on your high heels any longer.
The fresh air of the night hits you like a wall, almost making you throw up. Fuck, you feel like shit. You’ll definitely regret drinking that much in the morning.
“Hopefully I don’ have to puke…”, you mumble to yourself.
While holding onto a tree for support, you kick off your shoes, almost falling into a nearby bush when picking them up.
“Much better…”
The streets are lonely, almost therapeutic at this point. Maybe you don’t even have to call a taxi. After all, you’re only living a few blocks away from here. This shouldn’t be a problem, right?
“Hey, (y/n)!”
Urgh, that voice. That all too familiar voice you really don’t wanna hear anymore tonight.
“What’s up, Kenzo?”
“I can’t believe you’d leave without me!”
You blink at him, face showing absolutely no emotion while you desperately try to not vomit all over him. What’s up with that pick-me guy?
“Told ya I’m goin’ home now.”
He takes a few steps towards you, eyes darkening. Oh no. No, no, no. Even though you’re definitely very very drunk, this gives you chills. This can’t be a good sign. God, please just let him pull some dirt out of your hair, please let him-
“There’s something I wanted to talk about with you for a while now, (y/n).”
Geto didn’t mean to spy on the conversation that lays itself out just a few meters away from him, but he can’t help himself. The two of you probably left the nearby club while he gets home after exorcising some curses. Well, lives can be so different.
“Oh please don’t”, a female voice replies.
He has to squint his eyes in order to see who’s talking. A quite tall man who positioned himself in front a woman. She doesn’t seem too eager to be this close to him, though. Should he help you? No, he shouldn’t interfere.
“Just one kiss. Just one kiss and you’ll see that you like me too.”
The man grabs her shoulders violently, forcing himself onto you.
Geto should just keep going-
“Let me go!”, you scream out, your weak attempts to push him away failing miserably.
He can’t. With rapid steps he walks towards you both, pushing the man so hard that he stumbles backwards.
“I think the lady said no”, Geto notes calmly, positioning himself in front of you.
All you can do is stare at the scene with glossy eyes. Fuck, is it your fault that it came this far? Of course you always knew that Kenzo has feelings for you. You just never thought that he’d…force himrself onto you like that. But far more important is the man that came to save you, that man with his black hair in a neat bun wearing a black uniform. That man that looks so striking that you can’t take your eyes off him.
Who is he?
“This is none of your business!”, Kenzo barks at him.
“You might be right, but I can’t let you force yourself onto her, can I? Now please lower your fists and go home.”
He’s talking so friendly, his voice so soft and melodic that you just have to listen to him. You hold your breath, watching Kenzo’s every move.
“Please just leave, Kenzo. I told ya over and over I don’t wanna be with you”, you mumble.
“Get out of the way!”
It happens faster than you are able to even think. Kenzo lunges himself at the stranger, fists flying through the air. It only takes him one swift motion of his arm to knock Kenzo off his feet, landing in the grass butt first. His other hand is firmly pressed against your shoulder, keeping you at distance to the scene that folds itself out in front of you.
You have to blink a few times, mind still trying to process what just happened. Kenzo wanted to force himself onto you. That man, that absolutely breathtaking handsome man saved you with just one motion.
“Are you alright?”, the stranger asks in your direction, smiling at you so charming that you forget to properly breathe for a moment.
“Y-yeah…”, you stutter.
“We’ll talk about this when I see you again, (y/n). I won’t forget that”, Kenzo coughs out while lifting himself up.
“We sure will man”, you bark at him.
With one last glance at you, he turns around and stumbles away into the darkness of the night.
“I hope I didn’t scare you too much, I just couldn’t watch this. Are you really fine? You look a little pale to me”, the stranger speaks directed towards you.
The second he turns around to fully face you you are lost. He is much taller than you, huge frame lingering over you like a shadow. Despite his hair being in a neat bun, one single strand of hair frames his delicate features so perfectly that you can’t look away. And that smile…
You are mesmerized.
“Can you hear me? He didn’t hurt you, did he?”
You vehemently shake yourself out of your daydreaming.
“Nah, I’m alright.”
“Maybe a little drunk”, the stranger comments with a grin.
“Yeah, that’s for sure”, you mumble, a small smile creeping up your face.
“Are you living far away from here? I’m not comfortable with letting you walk around this late at night all one.”
“It’s a nice lil walk. But if you want to keep me company I wouldn’t be mad. Who are you?”
“My name is Suguru Geto. What’s your name?”
“Huh, what a nice name for a nice man…”, you spit out.
Fuck. Why are you always talking so openly when being drunk? This is definitely not the right time to get saved by a handsome guy.
Suddenly he begins to laugh at your comment, scratching the back of his head with a little blush creeping up his delicate cheeks.
“Don’t flatter me. Let’s get going, shall we?”
“Yeah…”
Even though you carry your heels in your hands, walking seems like an impossible mission this late at night after drinking so much. Your eyes focus on the pavement as hard as they can, mind telling your unruly feet what to do.
“Let me hold these for you.”
Gently, he takes your heels and carries them for you. Oh my, why does he have to be such a gentleman? A striking beautiful man with a character of gold is definitely stuff where dreams are made of.
“Why where you out there this late at night?”, you ask through the silence of the quiet streets around you.
“I just came back from work”, he replies.
“Oh, that’s rough buddy.”
Where the hell is he working this late at night with a fine uniform like the one he’s wearing? Definitely somewhere important.
“God, I love guys in uniform…”, you mumble more to yourself.
But of course he heard you, heart almost beating out of his chest by the way you gaze up at him. Despite you’ve probably been up all night long and what you had to endure that evening, you still look breathtakingly gorgeous.
“Who was that man? Did you know him?”
It’s not wise to get lost in your appearance. After all, he saved you from being harassed. Doing the same thing isn’t appropriate at all.
“Yeah, that’s Kenzo. He has a crush on me since a few years now. Guess he saw a chance because I’m drunk…”, you explain briefly, rolling your eyes just thinking about that jerk.
You’ll definitely confront him and then never talk to him again. What a creep.
Before you’re able to properly understand what’s going on you begin to fall over a breach.
Just a second before you hit the ground full force, a pair of strong arms catches you mid-air.
“Hey, are you alright? Don’t worry, I’ve got you”, Suguru notes, his hands holding you in place.
You don’t know what to do, eyes completely lost in his brown orbs that look down at you gently. His arms feel muscular against your back, making your breath hitch. God, how is this man so attractive? And why on earth is he so kind to an idiot like you? Your hands hold onto his broad shoulders tightly, not daring to let go. It feels as if he light a firework inside you you didn’t even know existed.
Is this the alcohol? No, definitely not.
“I will get you back on your feet now, okay?”, he breathes out while Suguru’s very own knees go weak by the way you gaze up at him.
You continue to walk in silence, both minds racing and hearts pounding out of your chests.
“Here I am…”, you finally mutter.
“You didn’t even tell me your name yet”, Suguru speaks out, kind eyes fixated on yours.
“If you want to see me again, find out and meet me…”, you purr, amazed by your own courage.
“Fine, I will. Have a good night. And don’t meet up with that guy again”, Suguru replies, pulling you into a short hug that leaves you absolutely speechless.
God, please let this man find you when you’re sober.
Please.
Megumi Fushiguro
He lays his eyes on you the whole time. The way you just sit in the corner of the room, staring into the cup in front of you with empty eyes. While Megumi isn’t the type to party himself, you were always outgoing, confident, everyone’s sweetheart at every event. Seeing you like this at a birthday party doesn’t match this at all.
Why does he bother, though? He never failed to tell you to slow down, after all. Wouldn’t it be strange if he suddenly approached you like that?
“Huh, looks like (y/n) isn’t feeling that well”, Yuji comments beside him.
“I thought so too…”
“She and her boyfriend just broke up. Now she’s sitting there after gulping down some drinks…”, Nobara explains.
Megumi’s heart skips a beat. The two of you broke up? He always hated that guy, the way he treated you like shit and even worse, made you feel like it too. You should be glad it’s over just like he is.
Stop. He shakes his head in disbelief over his own thoughts. Why would he even bother about your relationship? You are nothing more than friends, going to Jujutsu High and fighting together. It isn’t more than that…
Right?
“You should go talk to her, Fushiguro”, Yuji suggests suddenly, making Megumi almost lose his cool.
He, talking to you about your relationship?
“Why me, idiot?”, Megumi mumbles.
“Because you have the best connection with her. No go”, Nobara persists, shoving his body your direction.
No, there’s no way in hell he can have that talk with you. Maybe he’s spilling the beans, maybe you’ll think he’s a weirdo.
Or even worse. Maybe you’ll get the idea that he likes you more than a friend.
Mindlessly, Megumi grabs a cup from the table, pouring down whatever it contains. He has no other choice, though. You’re feeling miserable and he can’t see you like that.
“Hey, how are you doing?”, he greets you before sitting down next to you on the couch.
“Oh, ‘m fine…”, you mumble.
He can tell by the way you smell like a sake factory and your stumbled words that you’ve drank a lot tonight. Megumi swallows, slipping back and forth uncomfortably next to you.
“Actually no. He broke up with me, ‘Gumi…”
Tears swell up your eyes all over again. You shouldn’t be sitting here like a fool, all depressed over a boy who never really loved you. No, you shouldn’t drink so much that you might forget his name. It’s not about him, though. It’s about the way he made you feel like shit, as if you aren’t worth being loved by someone.
And maye…Maybe he’s right with that. Your relationship lasted only 4 months. Maybe it is your fault, after all. Maybe you aren’t someone to be loved.
“I’m sorry to hear that”, Megumi replies.
“Don’t be. The relationship was shit anyways. Just like him…”
Megumi furrows his brows, trying to understand what you mean.
“Then why are you sad?”
Urgh, you hate the way Megumi looks at you, it’s not hard to tell that he’s judging you behind those eyes.
“Never mind, I need fresh air…”, you mumble, standing up so suddenly that your head spins in confusion.
Fuck. Megumi curses himself for being so dumb. Why did he ask such a question? Why did he just let you go like that while he’s still standing there, looking after you like the idiot he is?
Instinctively, his hand grabs another cup before he begins to run after you.
You hate the way tears run down your cheeks all over again. Damn, drinking was definitely a bad idea. While you do feel even better after a few sips of sake normally, the alcohol seems to strengthen your sadness when you’re down already. Angrily, you wipe over your face, try to stop yourself from feeling this depressed over a damned boy.
Megumi’s heart shatters when seeing you outside, your tears glistening in the moonlight. He clenches his hands into fist. God, just thinking about that jerk…How could he hurt you like that?
“Hey”, he gently mutters, his hand brushing over your back.
“Get lost”, you mutter into your hands.
Why does Megumi have to be here right now? He has never seen you cry. No, not in a million years you would have cried in front of him. But at the moment, everything seems to be crashing down on you, life a pile of pain.
“I won’t”, he remarks.
“Maybe it’s because I’m drunk or maybe I’m just being sensitive right now but…Megumi, do you think I’m the problem?”
His fingers stop right in their tracks, eyes darted towards you in nothing but disbelief. Did you really just say that? Is this really how you feel about yourself?
“I don’t want something like that coming out of your mouth ever again, (y/n).”
Suddenly Megumi is so close to you that you can feel his breath brushing against your face, eyes only inches away from yours.
“This guy was a jerk, he never deserved you anyway. You could do so much better.”
With him. You could do so much better with him.
“I know, this isn't about me having feelings for him. But what if I’m the problem, Megumi? Maybe I’m just hard to love…”
Megumi himself doesn’t know what’s happening to him. Is it because he himself drank more than usual or is it because you are drunk? He can’t tell. But at the moment, all he is able to do is grabbing your face and pressing his lips against yours.
He waited so long for this moment, even though he was never able to admit his feelings to you. But how is he supposed to keep his composure when you’re standing in front of him like that, tasting like mohito and tears you shouldn’t be crying out?
“You are definitely not hard to love. Believe me, I know it best”, he mumbles against your lips.
Your sharp and fast breath brushes against his opened lips, glossy eyes gazing up at him. Did Megumi really just kiss you? The Megumi Fushiguro who told you over and over how much he dislikes you? The Megumi Fushiguro who never really showed his feelings to anyone?
“Megumi”, you breathe out.
“Maybe it’s the alcohol, but I love you. I have loved you for a long time”, he mumbles.
“Finally!”, Nobara suddenly cries out.
Both of you break away from each other immediately, your face heated like fire.
“You see, Fushiguro? Wasn’t that hard, was it?”
“Can you just leave you idiots…”, he hisses through gritted teeth.
“Tell me (y/n), is he a good kisser?”
“NOBARA!”
Satoru Gojo
You can’t help but admire your boyfriend on the dancefloor, his sunglasses reflecting the neon light so well. God, what a beautiful sight he is, how absolutely gorgeous.
“Enjoying the view babe?”, he shouts your direction.
His voice magically attracts you. Without thinking twice you make your way to him, arms wrapping themselves around his neck while you rub your butt against his crotch. The way his gaze lingers over your body makes shivers run down your spine, drunk mind wandering to places it shouldn’t be in.
“I’d rather enjoy you, babe”, you purr into his ear.
How is it that you have a few cocktails and start acting like a horny teenager? Satoru doesn’t mind, though. Quite the opposite, he loves it when your attention lays exclusively on him. In a crowd full of good-looking man, he is the only one you stare at shamelessly.
And he is the only one who’ll take you home tonight.
“I’ll grab a drink, don’t run away from me”, you seductively note, hands roaming around his broad chest before letting go.
“You’d have to stop me from following you instead, babe.”
With a last grin, you disappear in the crowd. Damn, how did he get so lucky? You’re the best thing that could have happened to him, a woman that turns heads on a regular basis. And you’re his. Exclusively his alone, the only man who gets the pleasure to see your striking body, the only one who’s allowed to hear your cute little moans.
“What is a cutie like you doing here on her own, huh?”, a black-haired guy next to you suddenly hushes into your ear, his breath of sake almost making you retch.
Ew, who is this guy and what the hell does he want from you? Even though you get it on from time to time, something about than man tells you that he’s off.
You are way too drunk and horny to deal with him right now.
“I’m not on my own, thank you”, you remark dryly, watching as the bartender mixes your swimming pool.
His body draws uncomfortably closer. So close that you can feel his disgusting body heat against yours.
“You sure about that? I’m not seeing any guy around here.”
Stay cool, he will leave when he finally gets that you don’t have interest. One last comment will be enough to get rid of him.
“That’s because you’re not looking close enough, asshole”, you bark back.
Faster that you are able to react he grabs your wrist, roughly forcing you to face him. Well, you definitely didn’t expect this. You dizzy mind races, trying to think about what to do next.
“Get your hands off me, idiot”, you shout at him, desperately trying to free yourself out of his iron grip.
“You’re a little drunk, huh? That blush on your cheeks, I can see you like that…”
You can feel his hand before he even speaks a word, his sheer presence making time stand still for a moment. This man will hope he never stepped into that bar tonight.
“You’re touching something that’s mine.”
His voice might sound calm to an unexperienced listener, but you know all too well that he’s cooking on the inside. If there’s something your boyfriend hates more than anything else it is men approaching, let alone touching you.
“Sorry, didn’t read your name on her”, the man replies with a sly grin.
Oh, wrong answer. Definitely wrong answer. Satoru’s grip around your waist tightens, pressing you even closer to himself.
“I won’t repeat myself. Get your dirty hands off her right now or you’ll regret it.”
But even though you kind of enjoy the way your boyfriend stands up for you, you’ve seen enough. It is time to take matters into your very own hands.
“Don’t worry babe. I’ve got this”, you mumble into your boyfriend’s ear.
Violence isn’t a solution. No, it would be a bad idea to slap him. After all, he isn’t worth getting entangled with the police or getting your knuckles bruised.
Fuck it.
With a swift motion of your fist, you knock the man in front of you off his feet, nose instantly bursting out in blood.
“Next time think carefully about who you’re harassing, asshole”, you spit at him, pressing your heel into his cheek before walking away with Satoru right by your side.
“Nice blow handsome”, he comments, guiding you out of the bar as if nothing happened.
“I’m kinda proud, didn’t thought I had this in me after four cocktails”, you reply with a satisfied grin.
The cool air outside caresses your heated face gently. To be honest, you have enough of partying. All you want to do is going home now. After all, you are still on a mission…
“Babe, are you okay with leaving?”, you question, wrapping your arms around his back.
“To do what?”, he teases you, placing his hands just a few inches over your butt.
You know exactly what he’s up to, that he wants to make you blush. But after a few drinks, you aren’t that reserved anymore.
“To get myself laid on your couch while moaning your name of course”, you response sweetly.
Fuck, Satoru can feel something twitch inside his pants, begging him to take you home right here on the spot. Desperately he wraps his arm around you, caressing your face with a bunch of kisses.
“You’re mine”, he breathes against your forehead, hands roaming all over your body.
“Yours alone”, you confirm.
“No matter who else wants you.”
“I only want you…”
“That’s what I wanna hear. Now let’s ride home, shall we?”
“How about me riding you in the car though?”
Satoru grabs your hands, hastily dragging you to his car.
“You don’t have to say that twice…”
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Anonymous said:
1. The theory of Gojo having a rough childhood was actually cleared up by Gege during the Q&A interview in the Jump Giga Autumn 2022.
Q. Was Gojo treated kindly / lovingly as the head of the
Gojo family?
A. He was spoiled rotten.
☝🏻Really explains his bratty behaviour 😂
2. It was a really wholesome moment between Gojo & kid Megumi him telling Hana might fall in love with Megumi and rubbing the kid's head. (all the fan arts were right )
3. And you are right, when the shock value of Sukuna possessing Megumi dissipated , I couldn't take Sukuna seriously anymore with that emo haircut and Megumi's sea urchin hair gelled up back.(still sexy)
4. Kinda curious on how this Sukuna will play a part in the second part of Infidelity if there are plans on it.
5. Kashimo is interesting but dude has so many death flags for wanting to fight Sukuna .
6. And poor Hana & Yuko Ozawa who loves Megumi & Yuji for their personalities , they might have to witness both of their love interests dying and the boys doesn't even know about the girls' feelings.(btw Yuki x Choso was tragic)
7. And lastly we will see Gojo again sooner , i mean we saw the back of the PR held by Choso. Pretty sure it would be a " we won but at what cost "feeling when Gojo comes as things are not looking good for Gojo.
Tawus:
Wow. Wow! WOW! See, I'm gonna gush right here: since the start I've maintained that Gojo wasn't abused as a child. I was even going to write a shortfic about his childhood the way I envision it - in which he saw from his parents, elders, guardians, and servants: love, care, affection, guidance, compassion, generosity, and of course, their absolute spoiling of him. I've had both types of parents: violent/abusive and healthy/loving. And it's thanks to my healthy/loving parent that I got to see what non-toxic love and care is supposed to look like. If you've never received something, it's hard to know what it looks like. With Gojo, we can clearly see that he's a good guy. The way he cares and provides guidance and guardianship to all his students, starting with Megumi... With the absolute power he holds, if he was heavily abused as a child and never saw any love, I see him becoming a villain. A fantastic villain! But he's not. On the other hand, if he was just spoiled rotten and never saw any suffering, then he would have a hard time sympathising with the plight of others. But Gojo does. He has empathy, however imperfect. And I believe that this empathy was gained not through his own personal suffering as a child, but perhaps of the suffering he witnessed of his close childhood friend or someone near him at the time... These are all my speculations based on my own life experience and I was going to write a shortfic encompassing these, but I got put off from writing it due to the fandom's nearly collective agreement that he was abused... With Gege finally clearing it up, though, I'm glad to see I was on the right track. So thank you sm for sharing this with me! 💗
Agreed. I could gush all day and night over Gojo's relationship with Megumi ❤️
'sea urchin hair' lmaoo
Lol I'm curious too how this Sukuna thing will play out in the Infidelity sequel bc I absolutely did NOT expect that! Gege dropping bombs out here 😭
I'm so into Kashimo by now that istg, he better give up on fighting Sukuna and go live out his retirement in his shiny new body somewhere in the countryside 😭
Oh god I hope you're wrong! And god, Yuki x Choso was tragic
See, for all my above talk about Gojo not being a villain, my fucked up little heart that wrote Infidelity, secretly wishes for Gojo's reaction to all the deaths and losses once he comes out of the Realm to be to cause an apocalypse. Final manga panel: the whole world is burning. There are no more people, no more sorcerers, no more curses, no more students, no more suffering. The end ✨
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