#choso x f!reader

[fizzintine]

dating choso pt.2

[adanfore]

Something about virgin Choso fucks me up in the head oh my god.

He acts tough. Every time he’s around you, talking to Yuuji, his brothers, he puts on a show as though nothing in the world matters, he’s always calm, layed back. Talking to him, you always got so nervous when he stared you down every time without a care in the world it seems, to you it looked like talking to anyone for him was easy as a breeze of wind, you kind of wished you were like that, like Choso. That also was half of why you were attracted to the man. The other half, well, self explanatory: he was great with his brothers, he was attractive in his own damn way which made your knees weak every time you saw him.

You hadn’t expected him to be a virgin, and a whiney one at that. When you had walked past the bathroom to the kitchen, you heard him in

the bathroom, he was masturbating.. Were you eavesdropping? Yes, but you couldn’t hold yourself from listening in to his beautiful cries of pleasure, whimpering, pleading for some reason, those pretty moans and whines turned you on more than you imagined. Well, the worst part came when you had not realized he was done already, you only realized when he opened the door and stood there, shocked, embarrassement flood over you and you just ran back to the guest bedroom.

If it only wasn’t for you getting carried away, this wouldn’t be happening right now, you and Choso sitting on the sofa, akwardly waiting for Yuuji to come back from the kitchen so the atmosphere turns nice again. You can feel Choso sneaking glances at you, fidgeting with the black silver rings on his fingers. Not wanting to have this continue for any longer, you decided you’d speak up.

“Listen, I’m sorry for yesterday, I just.. uh..”

You couldnt find a explanation for yourself.

“N-No, It’s my fault, I shouldn’t have.. Uhm, I shouldn’t have done it in the bathroom.”

“But I was eavesdropping on you, I need to apologize for that. I just couldn’t help but get carried away from… Shock!”

And as Choso was about to answer, Yuuji suddenly came into the room, having only heard muffles of your conversation.

“Yo, what’re you guys talking about?”

With a panic, you blurt whatever comes to mind.

“ Oh! I was just telling Choso that I’ll be helping him later.”

“Helping him with what?”

“Just washing the dishes, just to repay him for yesterday, I hit him after he scared me in the dark at night!

Yuuji seems content with that answer, and sits between you two. You couldn’t help but notice how Choso looked at you after you said you’ll help him later, eyes a little wide, a deep red spreading on his cheeks. He didn’t know whether to take it seriously or not, well, you were just making an excuse, but still, a gesture like that would blow his mind completely.

After the movie marathon, you both HAD to go wash the dishes, to play some truth into your silly excuse you gave to Yuuji, it was akward, very akward washing dishes with him. But you got to see Choso, the real him, how he was all fidgety, getting clumsy and blushing as hard as a cherry.

“Was it true..? What you said earlier?”

“What are you talking about, Choso?”

“H-How you said you’d help me later..”

“I am helping you thoug- Oh, you mean that?”

You said as the realization hit you, he was hard, and it was all because of your choice of words.

“I-I’m sorry, I am just gonna go, real sorry for thi-“

“N-No, Choso! I- I can help you, if you want me to?”

The sigh Choso gave out was huge.

“Please…”

That was all you needed to hear, proceeding to drag him up to his room at the back of the hall, the location of his room, being secluded and far away from any other room made you so grateful.

You sat him on the edge of his bed, leaning down to massage his thighs.

“How do you want me to help you, Choso?”

Hearing his name come out of your pretty lips always made him want to hold back smashing his face into yours, but now, he was just confused, he didn’t know what would be the most ‘appropriate’ thing to ask. All he wanted now, was to ruin you, to make you his, kiss you, feel and touch you everywhere he had ever dreamed of.

“I.. I don’t know, just- just touch me, do whatever, please..”

When you heard that, you immediately knew that he was a virgin, to your shock infact. Not wanting to torture this poor man any longer, you stopped massaging his thighs for a moment and told him to slide his sweatpants down, all the while looking at the wet spot of precum left on them.

You looked at his length for a second, before actually bringing your hand up to it, to rub and feel it to all of its size, he was huge, possibly the biggest you’ve ever had in a partner. It blew your mind and you wondered how it would feel inside you, how it would fill all of your insides, but, right now it was all about Choso’s pleasure which needed to be fixed.

The pool of precum doubled in size as you continued rubbing it, deciding to finally free it from his boxers, Choso moaned when it sprang up and hit his stomach. That made you look up at him, needing to hear more of his sounds, he looked back at you with a pleading look on his face which just said “please, touch me already”

You grabbed his length with your hand and started stroking it, slowly at first, picking up speed with some time. The moans, whines and whimpers this man put out were sent straight to your core.

“Please, Please, please, go faster, please, I’m gonna cum, Y/N, please!”

That motivated you to pick up speed, also to tighten your grip on his length to up the pleasure for him. His moans were getting out of control until you looked up at him with a strict look, telling him to be quiet. With that sense of dominance, he came all over, all over your hand, his stomach and thighs. His chest heaving, some small moans still coming out as he came down from his high.

You brought your hand up to your mouth, licking your hand and tasting Him before you began to walk out of his room, off to finish yourself off.

“W-Wait, can’t I make you feel good now?”

“I did this as an apology, Choso. Some other time, maybe.”

And with a wink and a smirk to him, you walked off to your room with an almost unbarable heat between your legs, it also had to be fixed.

NOT PROOFREAD ITS FUCKING 5 AM I WANNA GO SLEEP, ILL DO IT SOME OTHER TIME

[thelovelyruin]

𝖘𝖊𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚 𝖆𝖌𝖆𝖎𝖓.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : you’ve got a crush on choso, and he’s reading the signs.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : college au! smut, fluff, porn with plot, vaginal sex, oral sex, praise, teasing, overstimulation, fingering, edging?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 4.7K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from see you again (rock mafia remix) by miley cyrus.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, here I am with another choso fic. thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

I got my sights set on you, and I'm ready to aim.

“And, this is Choso!”

Now, you couldn’t remember whose idea it was to go to the fair (probably Yuuji), but at this moment, you were too grateful. To think you were going to miss out on this because you would’ve instead worked on classwork that was due NEXT week. Mai begged you to take a break, and you agreed to go like a good best friend. And thankfully, you did, cause if not, you would’ve never met him.

I have a heart that will never be tamed.

Choso was a little awkward. Nervous, for sure, but he had that demeanor that told you he was a lot more chill when he gets comfortable. Now the question was, why wouldn’t he be comfortable? That was, of course, because he was meeting you. Nonetheless, his ambition drove him to initiate a conversation with you, putting his anxiety on the back burner and acting “normal.”

“So, you’re Mai’s friend?”

Obviously, you were. A blush crosses your face, giving an awkward smile before looking at Mai. She understood immediately, face lighting up a bit when she realized you had the hots for him. With a smirk, she looked at him.

“Uh, yeah! She’s my best friend, can’t you tell?”

Choso directed his attention at Mai, giving her a squinted look. Not that he didn’t appreciate her, but he was already having a hard time talking to you, and she definitely wasn’t making it easy.

“Well, now I do. Thanks for the clarification, ma’am.”

“No problem, sir.”

She jabbed his arm, causing him to chuckle. Looking back at you, he smiled a bit.

“Hopefully, you aren’t as crass as your friend here.”

“I try not to be.”

“Hey, what the hell does that mean?”

You were giggling now, loosening up as you realized there wasn’t much to be nervous about. Choso was just a normal guy, a really hot, normal guy. That didn’t stop you from tucking your hair behind your ear nervously, it was so damn obvious you were flustered, but Choso was none the wiser.

I knew you were something special when you spoke my name; now I can't wait to see you again.

“Hey Choso! We’re heading over to the rides.”

Yuuji was now walking over to you guys, patting Choso on the back. When he noticed you standing there with Mai, his face lit up with surprise.

“So, Mai got you to come out and play! You do magic on her or something?”

“NO, I DID NOT. You guys are assholes, she came out on her own volition!”

Now, you and Yuuji have known each other for a while, but he’s just as irritating now as he was when you met him freshman year.

“I thought it would be fun to relax a bit and decompress from studying.”

Choso perked up at your comment, grateful to have something, anything, to work off of.

"Oh wow, what're you studying?"

Almost instantly, everyone’s eyes were on Choso. Mai looked at him intently, mostly in shock. You looked at him more relaxed, prepared to have a normal conversation with him. But Yuuji, as oblivious as usual, did not catch on to Choso trying to make conversation with you.

“Well, as much fun as this little chat is, I’ll be stealing Choso now. Inumaki and the others are waiting for us so we can ride a few rides.”

With that, Yuuji was hauling Choso with him to somewhere in the fair. But what you did not expect was Choso looking back at you, giving you a little wave, then turning to tell off Yuuji.

I've got a way of knowing when something is right.

“So, your friend…”

Mai shot the water into the target, attempting to get one of those oversized stuffed animals for the past ten minutes. When she lost again, she slammed another 5-dollar bill on the counter, demanding another turn.

“Yeah, you talkin’ about Choso?”

The game reset and she went to town. Mai was deadlocked on the target with the precision of a sniper. But, 30 dollars later, she finally won. Cheering and practically ripping the stuffed dino off the rack, she looked at you with sparkles; she was so damn proud of herself. After that, you two decided to get some fair food.

“Yeah, him.”

Pointing to the funnel cake stand, Mai dragged you closely behind her; you were attempting to catch up as fast as possible. She quickly ordered you guys a funnel cake; of course, the two of you had to share.

“You like him? I can totally tell. You looked like you were a pot about to boil over.”

You start scoffing, laughing nervously as you feign offense to her comment. But she really wasn’t wrong.

“Yeah, well, YOU say that! Do you think he noticed?”

"Babe, he totally noticed. Choso isn't the type to say something though, so whether he did or didn't, the world may never know."

You grab the funnel cake from the window, finding a picnic table to set up base. Mai was giving you that look now, that one she gives when she has an idea, and that’s never good.

“What the hell are you-”

“You know, he’s single. Haven’t seen him talk to a girl since freshman year, and that wasn’t very long.”

“Shouldn’t that be a red flag? What if he’s an asshole?”

“Oh, he’s far from that. If anything, I just think he can’t get laid to save his life. BUT, then there’s you.”

You avert your eye contact with Mai to the floor, too embarrassed to look at her.

“Look, you don’t have anything to worry about with him. He’s a nice guy and I’m sure he’d treat you well, in more ways than one.”

She winks at you as you jab her on the shoulder. As much as you loved her, she could be a pain in the ass, but as she would say, ‘your pain in the ass.’ 

I feel like I must've known you in another life, cause I felt this deep connection when you looked in my eyes.

After finishing the funnel cake, you guys walk about the fair, looking for another game to play, that is, until a set of hands comes in front of Mai’s eyes.

“Guess who?”

“Yuuji, get your paws off my face or I’m gonna beat your ass.”

With a pout, he lowered his hands, sneering at her when she turned around. As you turn to face him, you see Choso standing beside him, already looking at you. Reacting to the eye contact, he awkwardly puts a hand behind his neck.

“Uh, hey.”

“Hi, um… how were the rides?”

“They were good until Megumi and Inumaki threw up, so Todo drove them back to the dorms.”

Yuuji then looks around you and Mai, a confused look on his face.

“What about you guys? Where’s everyone else, or did Mai scare them off?”

“Yuuji, you’re on thin ice. We came by ourselves, GIRL’S night out.”

“Well, me and Choso are doing the same, isn’t that right?”

Choso looked at Yuuji like he had two heads.

“You mean when you badgered me for an hour so I’d come with you guys? Boy’s night out, for sure.”

You chuckled at Choso’s rebuttal, which didn’t go unnoticed by Yuuji. From that, Yuuji looked at Mai, who looked at you, then at Choso, prompting Yuuji to do the same.

“Well, what’s a little get-together, am I right?”

“Weren’t you just adamant about the boy's night out thing?”

“Yes, Choso, I was, but I’ve had a change of heart. They'll be riding the rollercoaster with us, isn’t that right, Mai?”

You shoot a panicked look at Mai, and simultaneously, Choso shoots the same to Yuuji.

“Yeah, Yuuji. You’re right. Let’s head over now.”

You and Choso’s eyes met, quickly blushing and averting your gaze. In that moment, you knew you were, to put it simply, down bad.

Now I can't wait to see you again.

The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down.

Now, rollercoasters weren’t usually your thing, but when Mai gave you that puppy dog look, you couldn’t tell her no. She and Yuuji ran to the gate, leaving you and Choso behind to walk there, neither of you as excited as your friends.

“Looks like it’s a two-seater. Well, Mai, I think we should ride together!”

“You know what, Yuuji? That’s a great idea.”

You yanked at Mai’s sleeve, meeting her wide smile. The fuck are you doing? you whispered to her, still smiling in an attempt to act normal. Helping you out, duh, she whispered back, gently removing your hand from her shirt. As the ride attendant opened the gate, Yuuji and Mai flew to the front seat, leaving you and Choso on the bay.

“Is there, uh, anywhere in particular you want to sit?”

“The middle to back is fine!

With that, Choso guided you to a seat, holding your hand to help you sit in the cart. He sat down softly as you frantically looked for the seatbelt.

“Here, let me help you with-”

He noticed the harness sat right on top of your chest, which, if he wasn’t blushing before, he was completely flustered now. You both waited awkwardly for the ride attendant to strap you in.

I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout.

Yuuji, extremely excited about the thrill of the ride, turned around and shot a thumbs-up at Choso. What did that mean? God, it was so obvious even Yuuji could tell. Or did Mai say something? They had been looking back and forth, which could be-

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

Well, you couldn't tell him the obvious answer, of course. You boggled your brain, trying to come up with a lie to say. But then he wrapped his arm behind your head, resting it on your neck. You were about to combust. You damn near shook with both anxiety AND rouse.

Felt like I couldn't breathe; you asked what's wrong with me.

“Somethin’ wrong? Sorry, I should’ve asked first.”

He began to retract his arm.

“No! I'm fine, you’re all good haha.”

You decided just to shut up and shoot him an awkward smile, preparing for the ride that began to take off.

“Good, can’t have you scared. Don’t worry, it’ll be over soon.”

Oh, it was gonna be over soon, alright, because you were gonna pass out from the feeling of him bringing you into his chest.

The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself, my heart it can't rest 'til then.

You couldn’t get off that fuckin’ ride quick enough. You unbuckle yourself swiftly, running over to Mai, who was still talking to Yuuji.

“Hey there! How was the ride?”

“It was great, but I think we should really get going!”

She looked at you in concern, then at Choso walking up behind you guys, and then at Yuuji, who was confused per usual. Before Choso could walk up, you put your head down and walked down the bay, stopping at the ride's exit. 

“M’kay, bye!”

You were too embarrassed from getting all worked up over an arm; you couldn’t even face him. Mai stood there talking to both Yuuji and Choso, obviously upset, with Choso putting his hand up in a confused motion. God, this was torture. After a couple of minutes, Mai walked up to you, patting you on your back. And with that, you guys went back to your dorm.

Oh, I can't wait to see you again.

I got this crazy feelin' deep inside when you called and asked to see me tomorrow night.

You had just got in bed for the night, still coming down from the roller coaster, both the physical and emotional one. What were you doing? It was a perfect opportunity to talk to him, and you screwed it up. Now, he’s probably-

You’re interrupted from your thoughts by your phone ringing. You take it off the charger and turn down the brightness, reading the screen. A random number? This late? You almost declined the call, but then the asshole in you had the idea to answer and give the night caller a piece of your mind. You click the green button, putting your phone up to your ear, an arsenal of insults on standby.

“Who is this? You know it’s 11 p.m., right?”

“Oh, um, sorry. It’s Choso. Didn't realize it was so late, I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”

Your heart dropped to your ass. Choso? How the hell did he get your number? Then, it struck you, when he and Mai talked on the bay. You shift your whole mood from threatening to weak in the knees.

“Oh, no, it’s fine! Sorry, thought you were a scam caller.”

“Yeah, I guess I could’ve texted you first. Happy you still accepted the call, though.”

“So, what’s up?”

“I just wanted to, uh, apologize for earlier. Wasn’t my intention to make you uncomfortable or anything like that.”

You began pacing around the room, trying to keep quiet and not wake Mai.

“Oh, no, I just, um, it was nothing, I was just, um…”

“I was nervous, too, to be honest. I mean, I was scared I blew my chances with you.”

You stalled your movements in disbelief at what you had just heard.

“I don’t think I, uh heard you right, could you-”

“Can I take you out tomorrow night?”

You had to turn off the mic; you couldn’t help but scream into your pillow. After gaining composure, you turned the mic back on.

“What did you have in mind?”

“How’s a movie? Yuuji said you wanted to watch that new one, Human Earthworm 3, I think?”

So, Yuuji had said something to him. To be fair, they were brothers, so that would happen eventually, but you felt something itch inside you at the thought of all the things Yuuji could have said.

“So, uh, is that a yes?”

“Oh! Um, yeah, I mean, yes, sure. What time?”

“Be ready at 6.”

You were about to begin jumping around like a goddamn maniac.

“Okay, got it.”

“Okay, see you, tomorrow, angel.”

Before he hung up the phone, you could hear Yuuji cheering in the background. What the actual fuck just happened. Like clockwork, Mai jumped up, smirking. She’d been awake this whole time.

“So, he had the balls to ask you! I wasn’t expecting that one.”

I'm not a mind reader, but I'm reading the sign that you can't wait to see me again.

Now, it’s not like you were super excited about the date or anything. Not when you started getting ready at 12 despite you needing to be ready at 6, or when you repainted your nails, or when you waxed yourself, or when you were asking Mai which outfit you should wear. 

“Trust me, whatever you wear, he’s gonna like it. He’s happy to even be dating you!”

She had a point.

“But Maiiiii, what if he doesn’t like these jeans?”

“Weren’t you wearing jeans when you met him?”

“Ugh, shut up!”

“Whatever ya want, sweetheart.”

You decided to just go for a black dress, which was pretty short, but, come to think of it, wasn’t really a bad idea. But then, what shoes were you gonna wear? Which purse would-

Your phone lit up, a text from Choso.

“Outside :)”

Shit, it was six already. You started to panic, looking for anything else you were missing. As you turn around, Mai’s holding a pair of sneakers and a purse to match. You squeal and kiss her on the cheek, rushing to put your sneakers on as you stumbled out the door.

The last time I freaked out, I just kept looking down.

As you walked down the stairs, you began freaking out. You were about to be alone with Choso for hours, which you were fucking ecstatic about, but you realized you didn’t have the balls for this. But then, you get a thought from Mai, ‘Get it together, bitch!’

Damn it, why was she always right??? Not wanting to make him wait any longer, you sucked it up and walked outside. Choso leaned against his car, wearing a basic black tee covered by an aviator jacket with a pair of cuffed jeans. Damn, he looked good. Little did you know, he was thinking the same about you. That little black dress had him staring, mind trying to picture what might be underneath. You walked up to him quickly, holding your purse awkwardly, noticing his gaze checking you out. 

“You look great.”

“Thanks, not too bad yourself.”

You had to contain yourself. Like who, me? You send him a flirty smile as he opens the car door for you, going under his arm to get in the seat.

“You smell damn good too.”

The movie was pretty okay; not like you were really paying attention, though. When you guys sat down in the movie, Choso expectedly draped his arm around you, pulling you close to lay on his chest. What really sent you over the edge was halfway through the movie, when he brought his arm lower, slinking it around your waist, hand resting on your hip. He was dangerously close to your ass, there was that fine, fine line, and he was skating on it, making sure not to move too much in case he did cross that line cause the last thing he wanted was to make you uncomfortable again. After what felt like a year, the movie was over, and people spilled out of the theatre, clearly a full house. You and Choso were stragglers, only a handful of people still sitting around, and when he noticed, he brought his arm back over, nearly making you cry at the retreat. 

I st-st-stuttered when you asked me what I'm thinkin' 'bout.

“How’d you like it?”

“It was okay, not as good as the first one. What about you?”

“I haven’t seen the other ones, but it was pretty good!”

Choso stood up, taking a big stretch after sitting for so long. Your eyes immediately caught the slight lift in his shirt, his v-line and lower abs flexed as he groaned a bit, and fuck, it sounded good. He brought his hand down, encouraging you to take it, pulling you up, and putting his hand back around your waist. He held it firm, guiding you out of the theater and back to the car, helping you inside. You were dreading the fact the date was coming to an end; you had to think of something to prolong-

Choso’s phone rings, Yuuji’s contact picture illuminating the screen. With a deep sigh, he answers it.

“What?”

“I take it you’re still out?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

“Well, bad news. I locked myself out of the room. Can you come here and let me in?”

“I’m on a date, motherfucker.”

“Oh yeah. Bring her with you!”

“Jesus Christ.”

Choso mutes the mic, looking at you. Now, you weren’t exactly looking forward to seeing Yuuji, but spending more time with Choso was your prerogative. You give him a nod and a smile, and his annoyance fades slightly. Unmuting the phone, he rolls his eyes.

“Be there in 10.”

“Thank youuuu!”

“Fuck off.”

The ride back to their dorm was pretty fast, but it was hard to think with Choso’s hand rubbing your thigh. Once again, skating on that fine line of nearly touching a little too far up your dress, but thankfully for the both of you, he had some self-control. Your presence was eating at him, though; every time you smiled, he couldn’t help but stare at your lips or look at your ass as you walked before him, exiting the theater. Thank god your dress covered your chest, cause he’s pretty sure that would’ve killed him too.

You waited for him to open the car door, second nature, to feel his hand on your side. Yuuji sat in one of the chairs in the lobby, perking up at the sight of you guys walking through, then pouting.

“You guys took forever to get here!”

“It was 13 minutes.”

Choso, tired at this point, walked the two of you upstairs to their room. He unlocked the door with annoyance, letting Yuuji and you walk in. 

“So, where did you put your keys? I’m not unlocking it again.”

Yuuji walked to the door and stepped outside, rummaging through his pocket and conveniently pulling out his keys.

“Look, they were here all along! That’s so crazy, haha.”

When you and Choso realized what had happened, it was already too late. Yuuji had since locked the door behind him, hearing him laugh as he walked down the hall.

“That fucker had his keys the whole time. Why am I not surprised?”

“Because it’s Yuuji we’re talking about here.”

Choso took a deep exhale and sighed.

Felt like I couldn't breathe, you asked what's wrong with me.

“Sorry about the unnecessary detour, I can go ahead and-”

You brought his lips to yours experimentally, him pulling back to look at you. Damn, you were nervous, but the lack of touch and the lust had completely taken over you, you knew what you wanted, and it was him. You kiss him firmly, pushing him back onto the bed. Instantly, Choso picked your legs up and placed them on either side of him, positioning you in his lap as he kissed you back. All he could seem to do was touch you, exploring your body, hands groping everything he touched. 

Out of his mind, horny, he brought your hips down to grind against his, feeling his dick rub against you through his pants, making you moan softly. He was becoming hungry, hands climbing up your dress to unclip your bra, bringing your clothed nipple into his mouth. Indulging in the little moans he pulled out of you was nice, but Choso was fucking selfish. He wasted no time flipping you over so your back lay against the bed, opening your thighs to position himself between them. That little black dress? Choso had stripped it from you, along with that bra, somewhere on the floor of his room. Now, Choso wasn’t a virgin, but the way he stared at your topless body would make it seem like he’s never seen a pair of tits before.

“You’re so damn pretty.”

He brought his shirt over his head, discarding it and his jeans, thinking your panties should go too, but you looked damn good in that thong. So, why not have a little fun? Choso pulled up your panty line, making your thong outline your pussy, soaked lips spilling out the sides, but not quite enough that you were fully exposed. Rubbing your clit through the fabric, you were getting so wet that your thong was soaked in your pre-cum. Wished he had a photographic memory, because he was in love with the sight he got to see when he decided to be nice and finally strip you of your panties. You were on full display to him, and like a siren, you brought your fingers down to spread your lips for him, inviting him to touch you in some way. He had something way better than that; trust. Cause at this point, he was flipping you on top of him, bringing your hips up to him so he could taste his your pussy on his face. You hesitated at first, scared you were gonna suffocate him, but with one look at his face, you knew he didn’t give a fuck. He brought your hips down so your pussy landed on his tongue, then it was go time. Sucking, licking, kissing, he was doing everything he could, addicted to your taste and scent. God, your pussy was delicious. He almost damned Yuuji and Mai for taking this long to introduce you to him. For taking so long to let him date you. For taking so long to let him please you. 

“Choso, fuck!”

He was feining for it, the way you were moaning his name like a prayer, and his mouth was something to believe in. That’s why you started gripping his headboard, shamelessly grinding your pussy across his face as you feel your orgasm approaching. You look down at him with those pretty doe eyes, and when they meet his, he starts licking your clit, flapping his tongue as he drew circles around it. Every cycle, every rotation, it was too much.

“I-I-”

You didn’t have to finish that sentence. Knew the second he felt your pussy spasm against his tongue, cumming in his mouth as he continued pleasing you, gripping your hips so you couldn’t move as you rode out your high. Finally, when you started whimpering from overstimulation, he decided to let you go, but you weren’t getting off that easy. Within seconds, Choso had you on your back, legs wide open, as he slid his dick inside your pussy.

The next time we hang out, I will redeem myself.

You honestly didn’t know you could cum that hard, let alone moan that loudly; so grateful the room next to them was vacant. But it wasn’t until Choso started fucking you slowly that you were losing yourself. He wanted to give you some time to adjust, but you were just so damn sexy, pretty face with an even prettier-

“More, please.”

He was hearing things, for sure. There was no way you were begging him to fuck you, but he fuckin’ liked it.

“More what? Tell me.”

“Fuck me, Choso.”

He didn’t have time to tease you anymore; his dick was aching so bad it could shatter. So, he gave you exactly what you wanted. At first, he kept a steady pace, gripping the sides of your pillow as his hips made you arch your back into him, but fuck, he needed wanted more. 

“I’m gonna fuck you a little faster now, that okay?”

“Yes, baby, just give it to me.”

Jesus, you were just trying to drive him insane. That pretty voice of yours calling him baby, he was already grateful you agreed to go on that date with him, but he didn’t expect this to happen (he was hoping he’d fuck you after the second or third date). He sat back on his legs as he lifted your hips to take him deeper, making you repeatedly groan his name. But, nothing could prepare you for how he began fucking you, fast and deep; he fucked you like he needed you, like he fuckin’ craved you. He couldn’t keep your name out of his mouth when he felt your pussy pulling him back in again every time he fell back to fuck you deeper. He started daydreaming about you a bit, what your next date would be like, seeing you every day, walking you to class, and then fucking you after you two completed classwork. The sound of your juices spilling out of your pussy onto his dick snapped him out of it, relishing in the sounds of your wetness and the claps of your ass every time he brought your body onto his. You felt so damn good, bringing your fingers up to touch his chest as he looked you in the eyes. And every time you looked away, he brought a hand up to put your eyes back on his. Because he needed to see how his dick made you feel and show you how good your pussy was taking it. 

“I gotta cum baby, need you to cum for me first.”

He pulled out, laying down to eat your pussy again, rutting his dick into his sheets. And when he made you cum for the second time, he slipped back inside, feeling your pussy pulsing with the waves of your orgasm. He came to the sounds of you squealing his name, your pussy milking him for all he’s worth.

My heart, it can't rest 'til then.

That was the best sex the two of you had ever had. It left you both panting, backs on the bed, mind hazy. Choso looked over at you, watching your tits rise and fall with every breath you took; he had to look away before he fucked you again, not that he wouldn’t mind. You looked up at him with those pretty doe eyes, and he swore he would melt. He brought you up to him, kissing you softly as he pulled a blanket over the two of you. You laid your head on his chest, following with his arm wrapping around your back and waist.

“So, wanna go on another date?”

Oh, I can't wait to see you again.

♱ the song used in this story is see you again (rock mafia remix) by miley cyrus. 🖤

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𝖆𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓.

[mahgyu]

Sub!Choso

Your fingers play inside Choso's mouth, pressing down his tongue, grazing against the lower teeth, and remaining still there, causing saliva to accumulate in the cavity and a small dribble down the corner of his chin.

"What a mess..." You mock unabashedly, as if it were his fault. I mean... at this point, Choso isn't even sure anymore. "So eager to come that you're already drooling, baby?" You caress the side of his face.

And you laugh to yourself, right after the murmuring. "As if still had a brain to respond to anything..."

"Hummmm, fuck " Choso murmurs tearfully, calling your name afterward. His voice sounds so low, so choked up that you need to lean in even closer, kneeling on the bed mattress.

"What's wrong?" You say, running your hand lightly over Choso's face, which instantly leans into the touch. "Uh?"

But he doesn't have the strength to say anything more. He wants to, he tries. But his hips ache, his thighs are tense, demotivating him, his balls weighing him down. His mouth is dry, his eyes almost overflowing with the tears they hold back, and the overly sensitive tip of his cock feels like it's burning from so much stimulation due to the vibrator located there.

Soon, even with his body tied up, Choso tries to pull away on impulse, needing to catch his breath, to take a break that, of course, was not granted to him.

"I don't remember giving you permission to stop..." Your velvety voice breathes near his ear. "Can't take it anymore? Going to give up, right? Then, speak your word... otherwise, you better keep rubbing yourself like a little puppy on that damn vibrator".

"O-oh, God, please..." The plea echoes like a prayer. The tears Choso held back so much now leak from his eyes, his lips pressed together, and his brow furrowed in a cry expression.

"Oh, sweetie..." You run your fingers through Choso's hair, tilting your head to the side. Your gaze almost seems merciful, but it's not. And Choso knows, even before feeling your fingers pressing his face with a firm grip. "You know the rules, baby" you pretend to lament. "Sometimes, I almost feel sorry for how silly and weak you are... but it's much more fun to play with you like this anyway".

Arts that have granted me inspiration: here and here

[girlwithsharpt33th]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 : 🎀 𝐁𝐔𝐍𝐍𝐘

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭: 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢 (𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐞), 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐬𝐮𝐛!𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨, 𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 , 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫, 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬, 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨

𝐚/𝐧: 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧 - @mysicklove. 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐨 @yandere-writer-momo 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐠!

You admire your handiwork. Thick pink rope is wound around your boyfriend’s body, accentuating his prettiest parts. He’s trembling beneath you, eyes wide and brimming with tears. His poor, neglected cock weeps against your stomach.

You hum and rub against it, wiping away his tears with your thumbs and cradling his face in your hands, your stomach slick with his precum. He leans into the touch, sputtering.

“ ‘s too much!” he moans in desperation, but you ignore him. He pouts, but can’t seem to break eye contact with you.

A part of you wants to baby him, but you remind yourself that he wants this. Well, he wants what you want.

You can hardly bear your excitement at such a pretty sight only your eyes are permitted to see.

“Is it really, Cho?” you ask, sharply tugging his nipple piercings poking out from the triangles of rope across his voluptuous pecs. He winces and leans forward into your chest. You laugh and flick his pert nipples and he gasps and bites his bottom lip.

You can tell he desperately wishes that you will relieve him of his restraints so he can toss you onto the bed and give you all of his cum, but he also can’t focus on much else when you have him under your control like this; the tight, scratchy ropes digging into his skin, vibrator buzzing inside of him, your weight pressing against his crotch.

“So dramatic,” you tisk, and turn the vibe in his ass up a level. He gasps and grinds his hips sluttily, trying to disperse the sensation, but you press his knees down.

“M-mommy p-please..!” he whimpers pathetically against your chest, hot breath and tears tickling your skin. He furrows his brow and presses his lips together.

You grin, amused by the nickname. “What is it, Cho? Good boys use their words.” Your finger drags up his neck, lightly tickling him, before you tilt his chin up so he’s forced to look up at you. He’s silent, seemingly mesmerized by your face.

You grow impatient, poking him hard on the nose with one of your manicured fingers. “Cho. Use your words.” Your voice holds a menacing weight to it that makes him shiver beneath you.

He nuzzles against your hand, grateful for the tenderness of your touch and gulps, composing himself. “Help me. touch um…touch it. Please” he says in an even, bashful tone.

You’re surprised that he’s even able to talk coherently, so you let his vague request suffice. You shift back on his knees, wrapping your hand around his neglected cock. He throws his head back and groans, so very grateful for something to fuck. His hips bump lightly against your palm.

You chuckle and speed up the pace of your hand and turn up the vibe, paying extra attention to his sensitive tip, swirling around globs of precum with your thumb. His low groans quickly turn into needy mewls as he breaches his orgasm, thrashing beneath you and struggling against his binds.

Right before he comes, you remove your hand and lick up the mess of pre that coats it, teasing him with the lewd sight. Not like he can see much of anything with the tears clouding his eyes.

Smack!

The loud crack of your paddle against Choso’s ass reverberates through the silence of your serene room.

You’ve been flogging him for what seems like hours. He’s face down, ass up on the bed, still bound like a present. No, more like a dog. This situation is very alarming to him, fight or flight definitely activated, but he can’t seem to quell his arousal!

He’s so weak for you. Your voice. Your touch. no matter how cruel or condescending.

“mmmm…more!” he finds himself chanting weakly, clinging white-knuckled to the now tarnished bedsheets. He has completely let himself go, staying still like you’ve taught him. Taking everything you give him with a melty grin.

You’re seated behind him, and he so wishes he could see your face, see your doe eyes darkened with primal delight. How could someone so tiny, so adorable do this to him.

Your hand slides down his spine and you fist his hair. “Oy! Stop drifting off!” you say in exaggerated annoyance, delivering a particularly sharp blow to his ass. The vibrator continues to pulse within him. His consciousness keeps slipping, desperately trying to stay in this moment with you.

“m sorry mommy” he finds himself murmuring. “I love you s’ much, feels so good.”

He feels your weight shift as you lay on your side next to him, your tantalizing form finally gracing the corner of his vision. Your hand wraps around the bottom of his chin, forcing him to look at you. He melts. You look as if you’re staring at your favorite meal. He bucks his hips involuntarily, wishing so bad your pussy was wrapped around his cock. Wishing he could give you everything he has.

A mischevious grin makes its way upon your lips as you tap your pointer finger against the bed. “Lay down.”

He immediately complies, collapsing, yelping at the feeling of his neglected cock pressing against the duvet. He tries so hard not to cum. Not to disappoint you. He clenches his thighs together pathetically.

Smack!

you creep onto all fours, straddling the backs of his thighs, and continue to deliver blow after blow to his ass.

And he comes. Right then and there. Letting out a pathetic, garbled noise. His bound hands grasp at nothing.

You laugh, putting the paddle down and coax him onto his side, reaching for the remote of the vibe again and turning it down to an agonizingly slow thrum. He moans unashamedly, the pleasure and excitement pulsing through his veins as he revels in the feeling of your tits pressed against his back. He feels so dirty.

You reach around, your fingertips pebbling down his pelvis before you grasp his cock. “N-no! ‘s too sensitive!” he can’t help but cry.

“Give me one more? Mommy might give you a reward, sunshine”

𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐬 : @eloquentreverie , @rookthornesartistry , @chachachannah, @crazyfrm

[sashi-ya]

𝑵𝑬𝑬𝑫𝒀 𝑩𝑶𝒀 CHOSO X F! READER ☆ ORAL; DEEP THROAT ☆ MDNI

Baggy white pants that can’t hide an erection no more, chocolate hair ruffled, cheeks tinted in pure red.

Such a pale skin, so kissable… so biteable. Nails scratching; leaving marks, trails of lust.

As you slowly kneel down, a subtle shiver takes over his hips a shiver that turns into soft thrusts, into wanting to penetrate motions.

A kiss on the belly button. A kiss right under it. And under, lower down. Finding Choso’s protruding hipbones; Oh, what a delight…!

“What-?” he asks, a voice so low it could be mistaken by a last breath. “What, what? Don’t you want my lips around your dick, Choso-kun?” you purr, making him go ever more flustered.

The curse sighs loudly; perhaps that one had been his last breath. The black mark on the bridge of his nose and cheeks makes a perfect contrast on crimson flesh… that’s as red as blood, so blushed and warm.

“Just let me do this for you” you whisper, using your front teeth to graze the tight skin of his lower stomach.

Choso flinches with the subtle scrape, but his hand immediately falls upon the crown of your head. His fingers play with your hair, tangling in between them, pulling ever so softly up and against his crotch… oh, his hardness.

The warmth, the scent, the wet spot on his pants; how inviting, how alluring. A kiss you plant on the bulge makes his belly muscles spasm, and the grip on your head tighten.

Yet another kiss with nails softly scratching the sides of his belly to pull his pants… painfully slowly down. The hem of the pants gets stuck right in the middle as his erection fights the opposite force, but finally you are able to free his sex from the clothing jail.

It lays there, drippy, and twitchy, right in front of you. So precious, so hard and deliciously tempting. You gloat, and with the tip of your tongue catch the drop of precum sprouting from the tip.

“Ngh…” the pale blood manipulator grunts, losing control and pushing hard -but still delicate enough- to let you know how much he is aching to have you suck him off.

“Needy boy…” you giggle, this time using your whole tongue to taste his shaft from the bottom up. Your eyes, fixed on his hazelnut ones, telling him what’s next without the need of any word.

Your lips separate. You stick your tongue out with a little string of saliva still attached to his tip and wait for him to bury himself inside of your wet cave.

With strength, grunts, and moans Choso proceeds to violate your throat. He goes faster, harder with each thrust. Leaving you breathless, with tears pulling on the corner of your eyes.

“I wanna hear you gag, love…” “Ngh.. y-yes, Choso-kun… 💖~”

[twistedteddy]

I've seen quite a few people writing about Choso not having experience so here's me giving it a shot!

✧*̥˚Please Repost*̥˚✧

Warnings:Grinding,inexperience , fem being more in charge, bit of tears, interruption

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Inexperienced Choso staring at you from across your bed. Mind racing at your proposal to take things farther. Too embarrassed to voice his lack of experience but unable to make his heart stop racing at the thought of touching you.

Inexperienced Choso gently crawling on top of you, both of you already panting as he nervously presses his lips to yours.

Inexperienced Choso who already feels so overwhelmed from such cute small kisses that when you wraps your arms around his neck he feels like he's going to explode.

Inexperienced Choso who's heart catches in his throat as you gently push him up so you can pull yourself into his lap. Ever so gently rocking your hips against his obvious boner.

Inexperienced Choso who moans and groans with you as you sloppily make out grinding on each other. Spit sliding down his chin as your tongue slides into his mouth.

Inexperienced Choso who let's his hands fall from your hair and find purchase in on your hips instead. This time gripping them with more confidence then he had at the beginning.

Inexperienced Choso who can't help but stare at you flustered teary face as he presses his hips up into yours. Who knows from the heat in his face and on his shoulders he probably looks the same but he's so focused on how good he feels and how sensitive you've made him that he can't find it in himself to care.

Inexperienced Choso gasping when your hands ever so gently reach under his shirt. Feeling up his abs and chest as you push him to lay on his back.

Inexperienced Choso rushing to take his shirt off as he realizes you want to see him- to touch him more.

Inexperienced Choso who's bottom lip trembles as you slowly pull your hands back in forth his chest. Even going as far as to ever so gently wrap your fingers around his throat.

Inexperienced Choso who instinctively thrusts up at the sensation no matter hoe hard he tries not to.

Inexperienced Choso who almost creams his pants when he manages to focus on your face again. Pretty eyes and puffy lips looking down at him before applying a but more pressure to his pretty throat.

Inexperienced choso whimpering and gasping as you press firey kisses on his chest. Biting ever so slightly at the crook of his neck.

Inexperienced Choso who wishes he had thought to lock the door before Itadori burst in and you both rush to get away from each other.

0:03 ───|────── 0:00

Disclaimer: I don't own Choso or any of the character from JJK.

[cyansyrup]

Librarian Choso sneaks you behind the unpopular books section to tease and finger you. When you get closer to your peak and it becomes a bit harder for you to keep quiet, he clamps a hand over your mouth as you soak his nimble fingers. A little mean when he grinds against your ass, but he'll always treat you to your favorite warm drinks at the café next door as part of your aftercare ♡

[damn-stark]

Chapter 16 The last supper

Chapter 16 of Sugar

A/N- Hakari and Kirara are in this chapter, they’re the best kids, the best.

Warning- Swearing, angst, FLUFF!! Talks of death, smoking and alcohol, spoilers, slow burn, long chapter.

Pairing- Choso x fem!reader, Suguru Geto x Gojo!fem-reader

Takes place during- 2x06, 2x07, and only the very beginning of 2x08

(Let me know if you want to be tagged)

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The water droplets feel cold when they hit your skin, they’re hard and fall fast enough that they create a soft and pleasurable rhythmic song as they fall.

Normally there’s people who tend to run and find cover or hide under an umbrella as soon as the rain trickles down, but you’ve never minded the feeling of the rain; even if it can be cold, and you don’t like being cold, so. You don’t mind getting yourself soaked either even if it means drenching your clothes.

The sound of the rain relaxes you, the sound of waves crashing brings you comfort, and the view of the rain droplets dancing down from the sky has a way of bringing you ease. And that’s probably due to your connection with water.

However, today the sound of the water and the sight of the clear droplets doesn’t help the stupid ill-feeling brewing inside your guy. Maybe it’s the mission Itadori and his friends got sent to today to capture the mole; that same mole that helped the curses sneak into the school, and the same mole that is leaking information to curse users, but you can’t seem to find pleasure in the rain’s song or its view.

Something doesn’t feel right, but here’s hoping that you’re wrong. You want to be wrong.

“Hey…Geto,” the sound of Fushiguro’s voice catches you off guard, not because he called you by your…husband's name, but because ever since you met he doesn’t really make conversation with you like the others, he’s really quiet and reserved. Something that his father never was in that short interaction you had.

“Yes,” you give him your attention.

Fushiguro briefly meets your gaze before he looks at the parking garage where you’re supposed to meet Utahime. Hopefully, Satoru let her know you were coming or else you’re going to get a startled reaction, which honestly looks funny on Utahime, she’s so dramatic. It’s funny and adorable.

“That day we met,” he continues. “You said that I looked like him…were you referring to my father?”

Oh? No. No. Has Satoru not told him?! Please kid don’t ask about your father.

“I remember Gojo mentioned something like that when we met,” Fushiguro adds and finally lifts his head to meet your gaze.

You hold his gaze for a moment with confusion, but you can’t help but nod softly. “Yes, I was…why?”

Fushiguro shrugs and blinks to look at his friends ahead of you. “I was just curious…did you meet my father too?”

You nod stiffly and try to avoid anything too informative because this is Satoru’s kid, not yours. If he hasn’t told him then it’s for a good reason, you won’t be the one to break that.

“Once,” you tell Fushiguro. “Or twice, I guess. He came to see my brother once when we were children, and I guess I passed by him and I didn’t know. We met again years later, but that’s it.”

Please don’t ask. Please don’t ask.

Fushiguro hums and you try to read his face for his reaction to what you just shared, but he keeps on that nonchalant expression that’s always painted on his face and simply nods stiffly. You don’t dare and try to further this conversation, it’s not your place.

And luckily before he could try and ask or say anything else you reach the parking garage that connects to some storage units? Or some kind of storage things. And the first person your eyes land on is Utahime.

She looks older, her hair is longer and she has longer bangs. You also notice a scar across her face which makes her look badass. And just like you predicted her expression upon seeing you is different; whereas she’d be content seeing you before, now you receive a bitter and hardened gaze.

“Utahime,” you greet with the same warmth that you’d greet her with those many years ago. “Long time no see, you look nice.” You grin.

Utahime lets out a soft sigh and her shoulders tense. “I’d say it’s a pleasure,” she counters spitefully. “But it’s really not.”

You can’t help but shoot her a smirk and nod in comprehension. “Understandable.”

“Don’t patronize me,” she says through gritted teeth.

You laugh softly and when you reach her you simply pat her shoulder before you step aside to let them work. After all, you’re basically a shadow.

“This way,” Utahime moves on with the mission and leads you and the students about halfway down the garage before stopping and interjecting with a question. “You’ve heard from Gojo about the person leaking intel, right?”

“Yes,” all three students answer at the same time.

“There’s probably two or more people in contact with the curse users,” Utahime adds, “one would be a higher-up, well above the principal.”

You scoff with amusement under your breath, but Utahime hears you and shoots you a warning glare before continuing.

“I won’t be able to do anything about that one. The other would be someone passing the information up to the higher-up,” she explains as she lifts a finger from both hands. “That one is our current target. They’re only a suspect at this point, so we’ll capture them and then interrogate them.”

You fold your arms over your chest and lean back against a pillar, whilst Nobara speaks up with a question. “So who from Kyoto is it?”

“Oh?!” Itadori exclaims in surprise.

“That’s why you asked those of us from Tokyo, right?” Nobara adds and only seems to impress Itadori more.

“Kugisaki, you’re incredible.”

“The mole is…” Utahime pauses and as you drift your eyes over to her you see that she looks uncomfortable and displeased. “Mechamaru.”

One of her students you assume? A wrinkle forms between her eyebrows, and a small frown is formed on her lips.

You can’t imagine it was easy hearing that one of your own students that’s right under your nose is the mole. Then again a student being hidden away from the rest of the world is a perfect mole. They could’ve manipulated him, and even if they didn’t you wouldn’t blame him for taking the path he chose.

You do put all the blame on the higher-ups though. They like to act all high and mighty like they’re above it all, but they’re not, and what’s worse but not surprising is that they turn out to betray what they’re supposed to be protecting.

“And they say I’m the bad one,” you try to get in a conversation with Utahime, while she continues to lead the way towards a single door nearby. “A higher-up working for a curse-user…can’t say I’m surprised.”

“You are bad,” she quips. “You’re a cult leader and a curse-user.”

You shake your finger. “Ah, ah,” you quickly interject loudly so she can hear you. “Retired curse-user and it was not a cult. That word is so…” you pause and stick out your tongue in disgust. “…wrong. It was a religious facility. And! It was Suguru’s, I helped build it up, sure, so it was like, uh, 20 or 10 percent my baby, but I wasn’t the founder or the leader. He was.”

Utahime twists her head back and her displeasure and

anger for you only deepens, making the corner of your lips pull to a deeper smirk.

“Not like it matters now though,” you add quieter and with a hint of sadness in your tone. “It’s all done.”

Utahime answers with silence and stops by the door to open it and step inside. Itadori and Fushiguro let Nobara pass before them, and then they try to make you walk first, but you’re here for Itadori, you’re his shadow, not his partner right now, so after some passed and pointed glances both guys walk inside in a room, letting you walk in last and close the door behind you.

However, that turns out to be a mistake because the only source of light inside is an ominous red light over a single metal door. That’s all, no ceiling lights, no bright natural light casting in.

“Mechamaru’s real body, Kokichi Muta,” Utahime breaks the tension that you alone feel as this place gives you the creeps. “Is in this basement here. Now, it’s not like he’s suspicious. It’s more that everyone else wasn’t. So the process of elimination leaves with Mechamaru.”

When Utahime slowly opens the door, Itadori is the first to barge in as if nothing. You then all follow after him, which, by the way, this hall you walk into isn’t any better. It smells like mold, the light above is a dim and dull white-green color. And the further you walk in the worse it seems to get. At least to you anyway.

“Mechamaru’s technique is puppet manipulation,” Utahime continues to inform the students and you because this is all new to you too. “Though, thanks to his heavenly pact, the range he can manipulate puppets extends throughout Japan. If he has any unregistered puppets then he could do the work of the mole as much as he wanted.”

“Really?” You probe curiously even though you know you shouldn’t right now.

“That kid stood out a lot to me,” Itadori mutters.

“Even if the puppet was the size of a fly or a mosquito,” Utahime interjects.

“I see. But those are options too, huh?” Itadori asks while Utahime begins to slow down as you all approach a door.

“We’re here.” She points as she comes to a stop.

You draw in a deep breath and fist your hands as Utahime slowly turns the knob just in case this kid tries to tackle all of you with his puppets.

However, when she opens the door and everyone rushes inside you come to see an abandoned room. A smelly abandoned room.

“Uh,” Itadori rolls out awkwardly.

“He got us,” Utahaime mumbles out.

“Though,” Fushiguro breaks his silence. “On the other hand…”

“Now we’re certain it’s Mechamaru,” Nobara finishes saying for her friend.

No signs of struggle to indicate that he could be taken. All that’s left is tubing hanging off the ceiling, and a horrendous stench. It’s almost too calm, too quiet.

“Well,” you sigh and pull out a cigarette box to swiftly push one in between your lips. “Nothing to do with this but look over our shoulders.” You put your box away and light the cigarette with a flame you summon to your finger. “Something's brewing and we just lost our foot inside.”

You walk out of the room and everyone quickly follows.

“Don’t you have contacts?” Utahime finally addresses you. “Friends? It’s said that one of the curses might be someone dressed as a monk.”

You suck in your cheeks as you take a drag and shake your head. “No,” you breathe out as you pull the cigarette out of your mouth. “What? Just because Suguru dressed as a monk means I know them? It was an act to get the non-sorcerers curses, that's all. We didn’t actually know anyone who was a monk.”

Utahime picks up her pace to fall beside you, but as she walks in the cloud of smoke she tries to quickly wave it away.

“Can’t you just ask around?” She insists.

You look away to think while you take in another drag. Just as you’re about to take it out, Utahime reaches over and pulls the cigarette out of your mouth for you and stomps it out, making you pout softly.

“It’s not a habit,” you defend yourself as puffs of smoke escape out of your mouth. “I do it occasionally.”

“That doesn’t matter, can you?” She presses.

You let out a deep breath and nod stiffly. “I have friends. And if there’s a sketchy sorcerer then perhaps someone at the fighting club knows…” you mumble to yourself before you look at her and nod with an assuring smile playing on your lips “I’ll ask around for something, but what is it that I’m looking for exactly?”

Utahime shrugs. “All these curses, Mechamaru, and the higher-up work for someone, a curse-user who installs some kind of authority and fear. They’re up to something so they probably need any help they can get. Start there.”

You scoff and nod slowly. “All right. I’ll ask.”

She nods softly. “Thanks,” she mutters.

You steal a glance at her and hum. An idea comes to mind but you quickly shoot that down since what you have planned is for people you’re closer with, family and closer friends.

She was a friend, but you can sense the tension, and you see the way she looks at you, you’re no friend of hers. Not anymore.

Thus, you just leave it be and stay quiet. You bask in that silence and just think about the mess that’s spreading as you return to the school with your hands empty.

If only Suguru was here to help. To at least calm down your nerves even if everything isn’t okay. Why can’t he be here too? Why did he have to die and why do you have to face all this alone now?

You exhale and before you know it Ijichi parks the car to let you and the students off at the school entrance. Before you can get out though, you lean over towards him.

“Hey, I’m having dinner at my house tomorrow since the kids want to go see the community, come,” you invite him too. “I invited Nanami and my brother, of course, Ieiri will be there.” You wiggle your eyebrows playfully. “So come, yeah? Make sure my brother gets there in time.” You laugh softly.

Ijichi blinks in surprise and his cheeks begin to grow red. “M-me?” He questions.

You nod. “Yes, you. Why not? We were good friends once when I was in school. So you better come!” You pull back and slide off your seat to get out of the car. “Be there!” You shout over your shoulder one last time before you look over at the school entrance and see the woman you hoped you’d see.

“It better be something good,” she throws out as you change your pace to a jog to meet her with an embrace.

“Well, I’ll tell you now,” you tell her and step back. “It’s not a bar. I do have to go home for dinner.”

“You smell like cigarettes,” she points out and follows after you as you lead her to your motorcycle.

“Stress cigarette,” you mumble. “And I’m sorry about the ride. I didn’t plan to have passengers.”

“Ah, just something else that makes you look cooler;” she teases.

You flash her a smile. “It was part of my training. Yuki and I built a motorcycle.”

“Exactly how does that help?” Shoko probes as you hand her an extra helmet.

You stop what you’re doing to tap your chin as you think. “I don’t remember why exactly, but I remember it working.” You drop your hand and wink at Shoko. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m an excellent driver.”

Shoko looks at you with hesitance as she debates whether to believe you or not. But then again she has no other choice so she sits behind you and lets you take her to a place you only vaguely explained.

——

*LATER*

“Where are we anyways?” Shoko finally gets the chance to ask.

You put the helmets away and lead her to a multiple-story building. “Fight Club,” you finally let her know.

Albeit she doesn’t believe you so she scoffs and retorts. “I’m serious.”

You peer back and nod. “So am I. This is a fight club.”

You walk up to the door and knock once before the slit on the door opens and grey eyes peek out. They don’t say anything when they see you, they just look back and then close the slit again before they open the door for you.

“Come on,” you invite her in. “It’s early so it’s quiet right now.”

Shoko looks at you with a puzzled look, but she doesn’t hesitate to trust you and follow you at your side. After you ride the elevator to the top of the building she finally continues on with the questions you felt her wanting to ask.

“So this is what you do now that you don’t run a cult?” She asks as she studies the hallway. “Fight clubs?”

You scoff. “The word cult is so wrong. It was a religious facility. And second,” you motion with your fingers. “This isn’t really my fight club, I just, uh, financially support it. Think of me as a godmother of this place,” you say with a cocky half-smile.

Shoko hums and continues inquiring. “Then who owns this place?”

You reach the private parlor room and simply shoot her a smirk before you knock on the door just in case. You don’t want to walk into some nasty stuff.

“Come in!” You hear a happy familiar voice welcome you in.

You smile and open the door, and the moment you walk in you’re greeted with a warm and happy welcome. “Master!”

You beam. “Hello my star children,” you greet Kirara and Hakari.

Rather than coming to greet you by the door, they stay seated on the couch as they watch Shoko walk in.

“Don’t worry we can trust her,” you assure them while you close the door behind your friend.

“Kirara? Hakari?” Shoko asks quietly in disbelief.

You walk further in and nod with glee. “Yeah. Didn’t my brother tell you? I’ve been training them for the past year. They’re the owners of this club.”

“Secret club,” Kirara blurts. “So don’t be going around and talking to anyone at the school about it.”

You sit on the expensive chair behind the expensive dark wooden desk and sit back smugly. “I just wanted to show off to someone our work here,” you add. “All the investors that invested in Suguru’s facilities now invest here in exchange for us to do their dirty work of course.”

“So,” Shoko rolls out and slowly makes her way to the seat across from the pair. “You’ve brought students in to do your dirty work now? You sound like your brother.”

You chuckle dryly and shake your head. “It’s nothing they don’t want to do. We all work for something, Ieiri, it’s how the world works. They wanted something so I gave it to them, but they know that in order to keep it and be on top, they have to work for it. Besides, staying at home would bore me half to death. I need to stay busy while I’m still young.”

Shoko hums and watches you for something in particular, when she can’t find it due to the wall you put up she just stays quiet.

“Now do you want something to drink? Water, snack? You get it for free.” You laugh breathlessly.

Shoko shakes her head. “No. Now why am I here exactly?”

“I told you,” you say and lean in towards the desk to pick up a file. “I wanted to show this off and I wanted you to get out of the school for a while. God knows you work too much for them. But I will have to ask you not to go on and talk about this. This club is a secret underground kinda thing.”

“You’re not looking for a job now are you doc?” Hakari breaks his silence. “We could use a good doctor here. And you’re great.”

“We’d pay you double,” Kirara pitches in.

Shoko laughs and shrugs before sitting back. “I’ll think about it.”

“Now,” you change the subject and open the file to take out one photo of a blond ponytail guy. “Is this it?”

Hakari gets off the couch and walks to your side and nods. “Yep. No one else has stood out, just that scrawny pathetic-looking thing.”

You pick up the photo and study the skinny guy with a black cloth that covers half of his body. You also notice that he has three marks under his eyes, but that’s all that stands out. He’s pretty average-looking.

But you can’t be fooled by that.

“He simply wrote Haruta at the entrance and that’s it. He didn’t fight either, the cameras just picked on him watching the fights.”

You let out a deep breath and sit back to think.

“Probably scooping place,” Shoko interjects.

“Did security detect any extra cameras or any other stuff he carried?” You ask.

Hakari shakes his head. “Asked and he said no. He only came that one night too. Hasn’t returned since.”

“Alone?”

“Yep. Or so that’s what he made us believe.”

You look up at the ceiling and try to figure something out even though this piece of information is practically nothing.

“No one suspicious has come to visit either,” Kirara adds. “But remind me again why you’re working to look for this mole, master?” They ask with concern. “You’re practically working for the school and the higher-ups if you help them.”

“The mole thing is leading to something bigger,” you explain. “Something bigger means danger to all of us, not just the school. We’ve worked hard for what we've built, this potential threat can endanger that. So it’s not for them, it’s for me, you, Harkari, my community, and my girls. That’s what.”

“Besides she doesn’t work for anyone,” Hakari says in your defense, making you smile and look over at him. “So this labor is just a hobby.”

You chuckle and put your fist out so he can meet it halfway with a fist pump. “Nicely put.” You compliment.

“Suck up,” Kirara coughs out.

“Aw I get it now,” Shoko adds with a sly laugh. “You’re a mobster. My own little mobster.”

You pick up the landline phone and shoot her a smirk. “Got to keep the money coming somehow. Plus this is a way to keep tabs on sorcerers around Japan. You’d be surprised how many sorcerers I have tabs on. I work to piss my family off. And this,” you point at the desk to refer to all your work. “Would make them livid.” You roll your head down and begin to call up a number.

“Now what would your high school self say about you now?” Shoko teases.

“She’d be surprised but proud.” You say and throw a hand out to display your excitement as the phone rings.

“Hello?” The voice that belongs to an old business partner answers.

“Kong,” you greet sweetly. “Long time, yeah?”

You hear him draw in a deep breath before he scoffs shakily. “Y/N.”

You tilt your head down and rest your elbow on the desk to lay your head on your palm. “Now I hope I didn’t interrupt anything. You’re a very hard man to find. I hope you weren’t avoiding me. You know what happens when someone does.” You taunt.

“Why would I?” He mutters. “We’re old friends, so I know you want something?”

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Looking for work,” you lie. “Without Suguru here I’m growing bored, I need to find work to do. Do you happen to know anyone in need of any sorcerers for hire?”

Kong doesn’t answer for a few seconds, letting you pick up your head and turn on the computer to check his last location a friend gave you. “You’ve gone quiet, what is it? I wouldn't want to go to the States to ask in person.”

“I—”

“Don’t,” you cut him off abruptly and in an intimidating voice. “I know where you are, Kong. You’ve been avoiding me since Suguru died. So I know you’re hiding something, spill it or I’ll tell my friend in the red cap next to you to make this the last call you ever take.”

Kong shares a nervous laugh that makes the frown on your face deepen. “We’ve been friends for a decade, y/n,” he stammers. “I went to your wedding—”

“And I don’t care,” you interrupt and begin to tap your manicured nail against the wooden surface. “You stopped being my friend the moment you stopped talking to me, even then you meant nothing to me. I won’t blink an eye to give the command. Spill it or I’ll lose my patience.”

Kong exhales deeply before he answers a bit quieter. “My life is at stake here okay? But I’ll tell you this because you are my friend because I care. Manami and Toshihisa are hiding something. Unfortunately for them, they haven’t let go of the goal Geto put in their head.” He sighs. “This should be enough right?”

You clench your jaw and grow cold and stiff. “Yeah,” you deadpan and hang up.

“What is it, master?” Kirara asks right away since the confused and suddenly hurt look on your face is obviously clear.

“Maybe nothing,” you answer honestly. “Or maybe something important. I think Manami and Toshihisa are betraying me.”

The room falls silent and your mind begins to run rampid.

Yeah, you’ve always known that the two that were just named have been a bit more motivated about what Suguru preached. And after he died they wanted to continue with his work, but you didn’t exactly egg them on. You had no purpose for the religious facilities since you couldn’t store curses like Suguru, and you just hurt too much to try and continue his goal at such a big scale, so you just gave up his dream.

It seems like they didn’t though. And it shouldn't be surprising, not really, but they were still family. For a long time, they were all you had, so that’s why this feels like getting shot in the back. You’re supposed to be close, you’re supposed to share stuff like that with each other, so why didn’t they? What are they hiding?

“So what does that mean for our problem?” Shoko queries.

You continue to tap your nail against the surface and shrug. “I don’t know. I doubt they’ll talk to me…they’ve been distant…I should’ve known, damn it.”

“There’s no way you could’ve known,” Kirara tries to assure you. “You had faith in them.”

“Who’s the suck-up now?” Hakari rebuttals softly. “But in any way, master, Kira is right. There’s no way you could’ve known so don’t beat yourself up over it. Let’s look for them and beat the information out of ‘em.”

You laugh softly and nod stiffly. “Yeah, you’re right, Kin, no need for more stress. I'll just accept it as it is, a betrayal...” You sigh loudly and sit back lazily. “What a pain in my ass! I should’ve never taken this favor for Satoru.”

“Now look at you,” Shoko retorts. “Now you’ve got your head stuck in that hole. With no way out.”

You fold your arms over your chest and mumble. “I should…I should get my head out. Give me a good reason why I should stay, Ieiri?”

Said woman sighs and you hear the leather seat she’s on shift as she moves in her seat. “Your kids' lives could be on the line,” she puts it simply, making you lower your head and steal a glance at Kirara and Hakari before you look at your hands and think of your girls.

She’s right. Whatever’s going on isn’t just a drizzle with the sun poking out, it’s a brewing storm with no sun, just darkness.

“And,” Shoko adds. “You won’t leave Satoru to deal with it on his own, no matter how much he fights for you to stay behind.”

That’s also right. She’s right.

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you mumble.

“Always am.”

You manage a faint smile and have to just drop your head in your hands to take in what was dropped on you; another weight to your already heavy and tensionful chest. You’re not drowning anymore, Hakari and Kirara saved you from that, but this weight? Oh, that weight.

You can’t breathe again. It’s getting hard again.

“If that’s what you want,” Hakari says. “Then there’s nothing you can do about it at this moment.”

You hear feet hit the ground before someone comes over. As you lift your head you see Kirara finally joined Hakari and you by the desk.

“What?” You probe as you notice that they’re up to something.

“Just doing our thing,” they simply put it out before they lean over and get on the computer to put on music.

“Ah,” you laugh breathlessly and can’t help but tug a happy smile on your face. “I see.”

“What’s going on?” Shoko asks as she sees all of you smile.

“She smokes when she’s stressed,” Kirara explains. “We’ve found an alternative. We dance it out. When he can of course.”

Yet no matter how much you danced it out at that moment, no matter how much fun you did have. At night after you put Satori to sleep, after the twins began to get ready for bed, all that you ran away from comes back and you’re reminded of that heavy weight, and you can’t help but think of the man that can’t come and comfort you, the man you can’t hold.

All that stress transforms to longing and you feel lonelier as you’re embraced by the cold fall bitter air under the starry sky. You try to find comfort in his stupid gojogesa you always hated seeing on him, but it no longer smells like him, it’s not warm after his use, it’s cold and holds nothing but agony.

You try to maybe find comfort in one of your many favorite pictures you have with him to try to relive that moment in your head and see him at least as a distant memory, but you can’t bring yourself to feel an ounce of happiness at the sight of the engraved memory on the piece of glossy paper. And when you play that day of him trying to make baby Satori look at the camera in your head, all you see is a faded day, and all you feel is longing for a moment you can’t share with him anymore.

So you put the picture down and press your hand on the empty spot next to you on the dock, and close your eyes to try and picture him here with you in such a vivid way that perhaps you’ll be able to feel some ounce of his presence. But again only the cold air keeps you company, and the only warmth you feel is that of your tears running down your cheeks.

Nevertheless, you still open your eyes and expect him to be looking right back at you with that sweet and charming smile of his, but he’s not here. Not even the ghost of him.

Albeit there are a pair of eyes watching you. Two to be exact, but you don’t catch them since they keep themselves away from your eyesight, so you don’t catch them watching you cry for the man they saw you love with your whole heart. They just watch you with pity and sympathy, and a bit of guilt since they can’t do anything to get him back for their little sister, for them, or for you so you wouldn’t be so lonely anymore.

——

*THE NEXT DAY*

“Welcome, friends, family.” You greet the guests that are coming here for the first time, and the guests who are already familiar with this place. “Some of you have already set foot in our fine establishment, but those who haven’t, welcome to the community…”

The name is still a work in progress, so for now, that’s what it’s going to be called.

“…Our community for sorcerers.”

“Boo get on with it,” Satoru pretends to haggle.

You look at him surprised. “You’re here early,” you respond kindly. “Did Ijichi really drag you out?”

“N-no—”

“No,” Satoru cuts Ijichi off. “Nanami came over and basically did.”

You offer your friend a thankful smile and then point inside before you begin to lead Shoko, Ijichi, and the first-year students to your house through the community. “As I said, we try to be as self-sufficient as possible. We grow our crops, we have a greenhouse; cows, goats, chickens, and horses.”

“You eat horses?” Itadori dares to ask almost a bit horrified.

You look back and shoot him an offended look before you shake your head rapidly. “No! Horses are great therapy, we use them to help sorcerers who struggle. And taking care of them is fun, they’re beautiful creatures, so no we don’t eat them!”

Satoru walks over to Itadori and throws his arm around his shoulders before leaning close to him to add a comment with a mischievous smirk. “My sister here is like a hippie, she’s into meditation, and a connection with the earth. She’s a weirdo. Don’t mind her.”

You glare at him and huff.

“Actually,” Fushiguro cuts in nonchalantly. “Meditation is proven good for your mental health, and in our case, it’s good to improve our mental strength for our techniques. So I wouldn't say it’s weird.”

You spin around and face your brother with a taunting grin. Whilst he lets go of Itadori and looks at Fushiguro amused.

“You sound like my sister,” Satoru teases his student—or protege, or adopted son? From what your brother mentioned he’s been looking out for Fushiguro ever since Toji died; Toji who happens to be his father. So they’ve been in each other's lives for eleven years now. So yeah he’s probably like a son or a little brother.

“That’s actually right,” you defend Fushiguro and then turn back around. “Anyway, we don’t eat horses, and there’s not a lot of people living here, but we are a scarce few, but,” you clap your hands. “Those who do live here are from all around the world. For the most part. Right now,” you say and look around at the semi-empty streets. There’s only a couple of people roaming around, but for the most part, everyone seems to be in their homes. “It seems it’s down time, earlier in the day though, it’s very lively.”

“Satoru!” You hear someone yell.

“Hey, Satoru!”

You glance over your shoulder and see women waving and flirting with your brother from afar. And of course, he doesn’t leave them hanging.

“Hey, ladies!” He flashes them a flirty smile and waves back. “So good to see ya!”

You groan in disgust and just move along. “We have a school for the younger kids, a daycare, and a training facility here too,” you continue to share happily.

“Can I ask what people do for money? And rent?” Nobara asks.

You nod. “Some people go to work outside, but I don’t make anyone pay for their housing, people have chores. But no rent,” you laugh softly. “And utilities are covered by me, but we do have solar panels, alternatives. We just—”

“Have you ever heard of communism?” Satoru butts in. “Well, this is it. My sister is a model, sorcerer, and a communist. Hefty resume.” He grins and turns his head to face you.

“Well,” Shoko interjects and lets out a deep breath. “I'm tempted to come here to retire now. This sounds like a treat. And looks nicer than I expected considering it’s all in the middle of the woods.”

You offer her a smile and steal one glance at the students observing the place with curious and slightly awe-struck faces.

“Dinner is ready, but the twins will give you a more thorough tour of the place after. That way you’re not stuck with us oldies for so long.” You giggle and grab Shoko’s arm to drag her along with you. “Come on, come on, I want you to meet her already.”

The tour is short since you didn’t take them to any of the barns, or any other minor location in your community, but you just can’t help it. You want Shoko to meet Satori already, plus it’s getting late so everyone must be getting hungry. You know you are.

And once you approach your house, the door gets thrown open and your daughter comes running out to greet one person. “Uncle Satoru!”

Satoru walks past Nanami, Shoko, and you to meet Satori halfway with an embrace he had to give her while on his knees so he can be at her level.

“Satori!” Satoru greets with the same energy.

“I missed you,” Satori says and pulls back to face him. “I haven’t seen you since…forever ago. Like, last month.” She exaggerates.

Satoru snickers. “Sorry I’ve been busy, but,” he adds and pulls his hand away to pretend and grab something from her ear. She giggles and watches him as he swiftly maneuvers his gift between his fingers before he presents her with a little golden key. “This is for you.”

Satori looks at the key slightly confused, and then glances at you to seek help for what she’s seeing.

“A key?” She asks and takes the small golden key from his hand. “What for?”

Satoru pulls his shades off and winks at her. “You’ll see.” He then leans in and whispers something in her ear before pointing at Shoko.

Satori follows his finger and when she sees the stranger before her she shuffles closer to Satoru. After all, out of everyone here, she’s the only one she hasn’t met. She met the students and Ijichi after Satoru insisted that he wanted to take her to meet his students, so they’re not strangers to her, she actually really likes Fushiguro for some odd reason. But Shoko? They’ve never met until now.

“Geez,” Shoko muses. “I guess there’s no need for a DNA test, she looks just like him.”

You blink and slowly look at her with a pointed look. “Why would you say that?” You mutter.

Shoko shrugs. “I don’t know, I’m seeing her in person now and all I see is a girl version of Suguru.”

You hum in agreement since she is right, but why did she have to say it like that?

“You sure she’s yours?” Shoko jokes, making you shake your head.

“Hello,” your daughter's voice cuts in. And when you look down you see her with an arm draped around her uncle, and her cheek pressed against his.

“Shoko, this is Satori—”

“Satoru,” you try to cut in so the girl can introduce herself.

“Satori, this mine and your mom's oldest friend, Ieiri Shoko!” He completely ignores you.

“Hello,” Shoko greets your daughter kindly and crouches down so Satori can see her warm smile. “You look just like your dad, you know that?”

“You were my daddy’s friend too?” Satori queries as she stays next to your brother.

Shoko nods. “Yeah, he was my best friend.”

Satori smiles. “My uncle Satoru said that. You’re very pretty,” she says

Shoko grins and touches her chest. “Aw thank you. So are you.”

Satori blushes and grabs harder onto Satoru as she grows timid.

“This is for you,” Shoko shares and offers her a small pink gift bag.

Before your daughter can take it though she meets your gaze for reassurance.

You quickly give it to her, and she slowly steps away from Satoru to take the bag, letting Shoko stand up to her given height.

“Thank you,” Satori tells her before she puts the bag down to open it and pulls out a box that she strains to take out. “It’s heavy,” she mumbles and turns to you. “Mommy, can you help me?”

You walk over and crouch to hold the box for her so she can open it. She then puts her hands inside and sticks her tongue out as she slowly pulls out a small, beautiful black and golden orb music box that’s adorned with delicate designs, and small white paintings on the lid. Of course, though, Satori can’t identify what it is right away.

“What is it?” She asks with an amused smile tugging her lips.

“You have to use your key,” Satoru lets her know, making her glance at the golden key in her hand before she does as she’s told and carefully turns it a couple of times. When the key stops, Satori pulls her hand back and glances at you with slight confusion. However, before she can ask what follows, the lid opens and a sweet melody begins to play, causing the fairy in the middle to begin dancing along gently.

Satori’s eyes soften and a big and happy smile grows on her face. “Aww, look Mommy! Look!”

You nod softly. “I’m looking, now what do you tell the sweet lady.” You say and flash Shoko a teasing smile.

Satori snaps her head over towards Shoko and her eyes basically gleam with how excited she is. “Thank you!”

Shoko offers her a smile and a soft nod. “Yeah, you're welcome.”

Satori offers Shoko one more smile before she takes her box and walks over to Nanami.

“Look, maybe we can play a song for my daddy,” she tells him and grabs his hand to begin pulling him inside with her. “You like it, uncle Nanami?”

Said man smiles softly and nods. “Yeah, it’s very nice. Do you love it?”

“Yes! Do you think my daddy will like hearing it?” She asks.

“I think so,” Nanami agrees and goes along with Satori. “I think he’ll love it just as much as you do.”

Finally, without more interruptions, you continue to finish this tour inside. “Come on, let’s get in, dinners ready!”

“Hey, yeah I’m starving!” Itadori exclaims and skips forward to be ahead of the group, letting Satori glance at him as she continues walking at Nanami’s side.

“Hey, Itadori,” she addresses him with a very serious and curious look. “If you’re so strong how come you don’t have any muscles?”

Your eyes widen in disbelief even though you’re fighting the need to burst out laughing.

Nobara on the other hand chuckles and hits Itadori’s back. “Nice one Satori!” She tells your little girl.

“I do too,” Itadori argues. “They’re under my jacket.”

Satori's eyebrows furrow and she looks unconvinced. “Hm.”

Itadori gasps and then hits Fushiguro's chest. “He doesn’t have any either. How come you don’t tell him that, huh?”

“She’s 6 years old, Itadori,” Fushiguro mutters in annoyance. “Leave it be.”

“Well…” Satori pauses and glances back at Satoru, and then at Nanami next to her, and doesn’t bother bringing Fushiguro into this. “My Uncle Satoru and Nanami have muscles. So does my uncle Miguel and my uncle Larue. How come you don’t?”

“I’ll show you—”

“He’s just younger…” Nanami interjects to inform your daughter, but you lose track of what they’re saying as they walk inside the house first.

When you get inside you all take your shoes off, and you then rush over to the living room and thankfully find your other daughters lounging on the couch without as much excitement as Satori possessed over this dinner.

They only decided to join because you mentioned that Nanami and other people besides your brother would be here, otherwise, they probably would’ve left or stayed in their room if it was just you and your brother.

“Get up, just an introduction and we’ll go eat,” you try to move them off the couch.

Mimiko is the first to get up, while Nanako groans and has her sister help her off the couch.

“Nice bunny,” you remind her as you caress her head before you push them along with you towards the kitchen where everyone is heading.

“Everyone!” You cut in, making them stop one more time. “Just some last introductions. This,” you point at Mimiko by grabbing her shoulder. “Is Mimiko.”

Said girl takes everyone in and then offers everyone a gentle bow. “Hello,” she greets and stands up to hold her stuffed creature tighter against her before you notice her eyes fall on one teenage boy in particular; the nonchalant, urchin head, Megumi Fushiguro.

He seems to meet her gaze and hold it for a moment before you cut it by introducing someone else. “And this is Nanako.”

This greeting is a bit more stiff and cool compared to Mimiko’s warm and timid one. “Hey.”

You laugh dryly and introduce the others quickly. “Girls you know Ijichi.”

Nanako giggles and nods.

“Hello girls,” Ijichi greets them stiffly. “Nice seeing you again.”

Nanako simply smirks, letting you move on. “These are my brother's students, Megumi Fushiguro, Yuji Itadori, and Nobara Kugisaki. And Lastly,” you roll out more upbeat as you move over to take your friend's arm. “This is Doctor Ieiri Shoko, the girl I told you about. My best friend!”

“Nice to meet you girls,” Shoko greets them warmly before Nobara steps forward and points at them with a slightly surprised look on her face.

“Is that Chanel, the 1995 spring collection?”

Nanako and Mimiko share a quick look before Mimiko nods.

Nobara gasps and her jaw drops. “Where did you get it?!”

“Y/n’s closet,” Nanako shows off. “She has a lot of cool clothes.”

You groan softly in protest but they just ignore you and continue to interact, making you smile proudly nonetheless and watch them for a lingering moment before you walk to the dining room with Shoko, your brother, Ijichi, and the boys.

“We’re back,” Satori announces without her box and with Nanami following behind her. “I let Daddy hear the box while I eat.”

“That’s very nice my girl,” you tell her sweetly as you walk to the end of the food-filled table that makes Itadori’s eyes basically pop out of his sockets.

“This all looks so good!” He exclaims and rushes over to get a seat as if they would run out.

“My mommy and Belinda made it,” Satori announces as she takes a seat next to Satoru.

“Oh if that's the case,” Satoru jokes around. “Get your fake smiles and a napkin ready.”

“But mommy is a good cook,” Satori defends you, making Satoru lean towards her to whisper something that makes her giggle before she looks at you and changes her response. “I mean she’s not!” She giggles along with her uncle.

“I’d appreciate it if you didn’t joke around like that with her,” you try to advise him sweetly.

“Relax, she knows it’s just a joke.” He waves you off.

You sigh and just ignore it for now and wait for everyone to gather around the table.

“Oh, yeah where’s Hakari and Kirara?” Shoko queries as she grabs a bowl of food to serve herself.

“Busy,” you tell her. “They couldn’t make it.”

You look around the table and watch everyone settle down with a growing smile. Your brother sits across from you, and the twins choose to sit beside you so as to avoid being near your brother, Nobara sits beside them and they seem to carry on their current conversation, while Fushiguro tries to pull Itadori from overfilling his plate. Nanami sits next to Satori, and Shoko sits at your other side, making Ijichi sit next to her and make himself small as if to avoid bothering her.

You watch everyone fill their plate and talk amongst themselves with admiration that turns to longing for only one man. He would’ve loved to see this moment here, he would’ve been enchanted having his friends and his family dining together like a close united front. This would’ve been a glimpse of that life he dreamed of, or maybe it would’ve been enough, but he would’ve loved all this.

But he’s not here, and all you can do is be happy for him.

“I just wanted to thank everyone for being here,” you cut in as everyone begins to eat. “It really means a lot. It’s been a long time since we’ve been gathered like this, and I know there’s a couple of people missing, but we’ll carry them with us today, and welcome the new faces that accompany us.” You smile at all the kids. “Thank you.”

“Cheers!” Itadori muffles as he chews his food, making Fushiguro and Nanami look at him with disgust.

“Exactly,” you counter sweetly. “Actually feel free to serve yourselves wine made with organic grapes from Italy. It’s homemade by Miguel, a member of our family. And don’t worry it’s light on the alcohol, so Itadori, Nobara, and Fushiguro, you can have some. And don’t worry,” you snicker. “I’ve made a non-alcoholic one for you Satoru, you and Satori can share.”

Satoru clenches his jaw and folds his hands over the table as Shoko and you laugh at him.

“Who would’ve thought,” you add smugly. “That the strongest sorcerer can’t handle his liquor.” You chuckle. “So if you kids ever want to defeat him just give him a cup of alcohol and he’ll go down. Like that one time on Shoko’s birthday, do you remember when he…” you pause and laugh hysterically along with Shoko to the point you can’t finish your story as you recall that day.

“He fell—“ Shoko snorts, and you wheeze.

“Poor Haibara man,” you gasp for air.

“Hilarious,” Satoru deadpans. “I hope you both choke on your food.”

“It was pretty funny,” Nanami joins in too with a tiny smile before he takes a bite of his food.

You slap your chair and wipe away your tears.

“So are you going to tell us, or?” Nobara asks.

Shoko and you look at each other again and burst out laughing. And you in fact don’t end up telling the story, you just can’t muster up the strength to do it without laughing. It was just too much of a funny night, so it goes untold and the night carries on great. No better than that, it’s perfect in your opinion. You have fun. You smile and go on not thinking about Suguru for a while.

Games are played, and more stories are told, the older kids go out and get shown around the property by the twins, while Satori has no other choice but to be with you. Not like she minded though, she enjoyed Nanami and Satoru’s company.

The night transcends almost like old times, you acknowledge the big hole left by a couple of people, but you feel that same bliss. So simple and so warm. And it doesn’t get knocked down by the loss you still mourn deeply every day. Eventually, you end up catching the twins and the other three hanging around a bonfire they built by the lake, and rather than feeling sad as you recall the fact that it reminds you of your youth and that he can’t see this moment, you smile to yourself and admire from the older kids afar with a drink in your hand.

This, this moment is what you've worked so hard for. Watching Nanako, Nobara, and Itadori laughing about something they said, noticing Fushiguro and Mimiko smile timidly at each other as they seem to discuss over a book in her hand without a worry, is what you dreamed of. Of course, this is a fraction of it, but it’s the next generation of sorcerers living a simple moment that you longed to see.

They deserve to live it for as long as they live.

“What’s going over here?” Satoru breaks your silence.

You blink and watch him take the empty next to you on the patio swing. “I was just watching the kids,” you point out and shift your body to face him. “Admiring them. And hoping their lives are just filled with moments like the ones they’re living now.”

Satoru drifts his eyes to watch them now too and a soft smile tugs on his face. “They will. That’s what we’re fighting for aren’t we?”

You hum in agreement and continue to watch him as a question forms in your head unrelated to what you just spoke about. It’s an old question really, one that always lingers in your head. And you don’t know why you have the burning desire to ask it now out of all days; maybe it’s the quiet moment, maybe it’s the alcohol in your system, but it comes to your lips, it forms tears in your eyes and makes your heart race before you start it.

“Why?” You ask quietly.

Satoru hums and lifts his head to slowly turn and face you with a questioning look. When he sees the tears welling in your pleading eyes it’s not hard to know what this is leading to.

“Why did you leave that day?” You plead for an answer again. “Why did you break my heart that day?”

Satoru blinks repeatedly and glances down as he brushes his fingers through his hair.

“And don’t avoid it,” you press sharply and breathlessly as if you had been out of breath. “Don’t rebuttal with a question, tell me. You owe me that at least because I don’t think I can go on pretending I’m okay with it. I can’t live like this anymore, so please, Satoru tell me why you left me behind in that damn house with those horrible people we call our family.”

Satoru smacks his lips as he draws in a deep breath, and nervously licks his lips as he slowly breathes out through his nose. “I…thought I was making the right choice.”

You scoff. “The right choice? The right choice was trusting me,” you argue. “I don’t know if I would’ve left with Suguru if I did leave with you, there’s no way of knowing, but you had to trust me. And you didn’t, you betrayed me in the worst way possible and it hurt…” you inhale sharply and grab your chest to let out that shaky breath.

“I just didn’t want you to leave too,” Satoru finally shares, making your breath hitch. “He had left, I thought I could prevent you from leaving if you stayed there. I didn’t think they’d try and make you do anything, you know?” He says and his gaze never flickers away from yours. “So I left. And I knew you’d be angry by it, but I was convinced I could make it up when I took you back to the school. I just didn’t want you to leave…” he trails off and swallows back thickly before he exhales deeply.

You look at him with your eyes glossy and with a soft look of disbelief and full of pain.

“I’m sorry,” he says and makes you freeze and look at him blankly as you progress words you didn’t think he’d say, at least you thought you’d need to drag it out of him.

“I’m sorry that I ended up hurting you,” he whispers in a soft voice you rarely hear now. It’s so genuine and vulnerable.

But it’s not enough. Five days were a few, but those five days were torture and they happened because he left you that day.

“It’s not that easy,” you mutter as the shock passes and contentment laced with deep cemented pain takes its place. “But…I want to try and forgive you. I…miss you. I hate feeling this tension between us. I hate not talking like we used to when you come over. But it’s not easy forgiving you because I really looked up to you…”

Satoru huffs softly and his eyes fall.

“I really thought you’d never hurt me and you did,” you whisper. “I can’t forget that, but I want to try. I do.”

Satoru inhales sharply and meets your gaze with a softened look and nods softly. “Yeah that’s a start,” he says.

You laugh softly and nod in agreement. Silence follows after that, but it’s not awkward, it’s not full of tension you can cut through with a knife, and there’s genuine contentment and relief over this new beginning.

However, that slowly crumbles as you feel that longing and that gap left behind by a man you both cherished and cared for.

“I really miss him,” you break the silence in hopes he feels the same.

Satoru draws out a deep breath and nods. “I know,” he mutters and notices you holding back your tears as you stare at the ground so he slowly, and carefully puts his hand on your back to very gently caress it.

He didn’t need to say anything else, you heard the softness of his voice, and you detected the grief you feel every day. And this time the silence that descends over you lingers for a while, up to the moment he grows cold.

“It’s cold out here,” he tells you and gets out of the chair. “Why don’t we head inside?”

You look up at him and nod, but you don’t move. “I’ll be there soon. I just need to collect myself a bit.”

Satoru hesitates but he doesn’t fight you to leave. This is your home after all. “All right. Just don’t freeze to death out here because I will gloat.”

You let out a soft laugh and watch him walk inside before you take a chug of the alcohol you still have and then let your body slide to the side as you rest your elbow on the armrest, and lay your head on your hand as you stare off blankly while you think about him.

It doesn’t seem like you were there for so long, you didn’t feel time pass, but apparently it did because suddenly Nanami comes out to join you.

“Y/N, you’ve been out here for a while, why don’t you come inside? Get to bed and sleep it off, yeah?”

You sigh and shake your head. “No…n-no, I just need to collect myself. I don’t want her to see me like this,” you mutter and put the bottle down before you sit up to swing your legs back and forth. “Just a…bib more,” you slur your words.

Nanami sighs and slowly takes a step closer. “Satori asked Satoru to put her to bed, and the twins took the students to their room, so come on,” he says and closes the space left between the two of you by gently grabbing your arm and picking you off the porch swing.

You swallow thickly and try to argue, but you actually don’t have the strength so you just muster something else that slips out of your mouth. “I’m sorry…I’m a terrible host. Suguru…he was better at it…I’m sorry.”

Nanami pulls you inside to the warmth that fills the house, and you sigh as you finally feel embraced by the warmth.

“You did pretty well,” Nanami tells you. “Up until you didn’t come back inside.”

You roll your eyes and nudge him gently. “Oh, come on you're being too nice. What happened to you? You used to be mean.”

Nanami scoffs softly. “I was going through a phase,” he rebuttals. “And I didn’t say you were good, I said you did well.”

You laugh softly and then hiccup, making your friend look at you with worry.

“How much did you have to drink?” Nanami asks, considering you tend to be erratic when you’re drunk like you are now.

You shrug and pinch your fingers together. “A little”

At least you were erratic, Suguru’s death changed you; you’re a lot quieter now too, more serious than he was used to from you. Perhaps if it wasn’t for Satoru asking you to train Hakari and Kirara, you would have locked yourself away in your community only tending to your people and daughters.

Yet even if you had a reason to pull yourself up, Nanami could still see all that pain you like to hide. He can see it now so clearly in your glossy orange-red eyes, he can see it through your silence as he helps you to your room.

“I’ll bring you some water, and a bucket,” Nanami whispers softly. “Just in case.”

You lift your blankets and crawl into your bed. “Okay,” you mutter and think about the fact that you’re in your clothes, but your mind doesn’t actually give the command to change, you just lay and think about it while Nanami disappears.

That is until it’s like you forgot that Suguru has been gone for almost a year and turn to your side in search of Suguru. You expect to see him sleeping on his back, with his long hair draped over his shoulders while some other strands are spread about his pillow wildly. You expect to see him with his head tilted to the side, causing drool to dribble down the corner of his mouth. Alas, the moment your eyes fall on an empty spot next to you your heart shatters and you’re slammed with the urgent need to cry.

However, before you can shed a tear, footsteps approach your bed and once again you grow illusioned with Suguru, so you flip around and call out to him in the darkness of your room. “Suguru?”

But it’s not him, your eyes land on Nanami.

That’s right…it’s just Nanami.

“Uh,” Nanami breathes out awkwardly. “Here’s water, a bucket, and pills on your nightstand.”

Tears slip down your cheeks as you feel a ripping pain inside your chest. You don’t say anything on the matter, nor does Nanami add anything else, he just puts his hands in his pocket and glances at you one more time before he announces his leave.

“Goodnight, y/n, I’ll check in on you tomorrow.”

You avert your gaze and stay quiet, he takes this as his confirmation and turns to head out, but before he can you reach over and take his arm. “Kento, please don’t leave,” your voice breaks. “Please…I don’t want to be alone...I’m so lonely,” you cry quietly.

Nanami sighs and walks back to you to crouch by your side, and proceeds to slowly pull your hand off his arm to tuck it back under the blanket.

“I’m sorry,” he whispers. “I am. I don’t know what else to say but that…” he trails off and exhales deeply. “I’ll just—”

“Nanami,” another voice cuts in. “It’s okay I got it from here.”

You look over your shoulder and see Shoko walking in.

“Are you sure?” Nanami queries.

She hums and once she reaches the bed she shoves your legs back and throws the blanket aside before she lets her slippers fall off her feet. Nanami stands up and you completely forget about him as you’re filled with confusion and glee.

“What are you doing?” You ask Shoko as you turn to watch her climb into your bed.

“Spending the night,” she says mindlessly.

The confusion you just felt completely vanishes and you’re filled with overwhelming joy that makes you cry. You didn’t want to cry, but the liquor has you all loopy so happy tears roll down your cheeks now.

“Is that okay?” Shoko makes sure to ask even though she’s tucking herself in like she used to when you lived together.

You nod and quickly throw your arm around her before you snuggle up beside her. “Of course,” you assure her. “It’s better than okay…thank you,” you muster through your drunken state.

Shoko slowly wraps her arm around you and responds with a simple gentle squeeze before lolling her head on yours. Your smile softens at the feeling of her warmth embracing yours and you can’t help but close your eyes to find peace in this moment.

——

*SOMETIME LATER. OCTOBER 31, 7:30 pm*

“And here is Satoru’s juice box,” you tease your brother as you set the drinks down by their respected person.

“And you get two drinks?” Satoru rebuttals. “Feeling ballsy? I’m not carrying you to bed.”

You smile sweetly and bat your eyelashes. “The bartender gave me a tequila shot on the house because he says I make a cute birthday girl.” You shrug sweetly and sit back in your seat.

Satoru raises a quizzical brow and scoffs. “Sure you do. Anyway, for someone who hates non-sorcerers, you surely do spend a lot of time around them.”

“Well,” you sigh and pick up your shot glass. “Ieiri wanted to take me out for my birthday, and the sorcerer-only club is lame, so I’m sucking it up. Here. At this fun bar.” You grin and twist around to face your friends who came to celebrate your birthday with you; Shoko, Nanami, Larue, Satoru of course, and Mei-Mei. “Let’s all raise our cups to a fun night.”

Your friends' eyes fall on you, and they all raise their drinks.

“And to your birthday!” Shoko adds with a soft smile.

“Yes, happy 28th, Y/N,” Larue says from the far end of the table so as to not sit next to the man that killed the man he looked up to. He wouldn't have come if your brother was coming too, but it is your birthday so he made an exception. “May you continue to age just as gracefully as you are now my beloved friend.”

You push your drink towards him and flash him a warm beaming grin.

“Happy birthday y/n,” Nanami interjects softly.

“Happy birthday, little sister,” Satoru surprises you, making you drift your gaze across from you to express that surprise in a soft manner—“May you continue to live on so I have someone to annoy.”

You groan softly and lower your cup as you narrow your gaze.

Satoru chuckles and leans over the table. “Happy birthday,” he says softer.

You draw out a small breath and offer him a sweet and genuine smile.

“To y/n’s birthday!” Mei-Mei says, making everyone raise their cups in the air before you pull them into your lips and start off the night.

When you finish your shot you slide that cup aside and pull in the original drink you ordered. “Now to change the music to something actually listenable, and then we should start our first game of the night!” you interject joyfully. You can’t have yourself feeling any other way today even if it’s your first birthday without Suguru. Because if you sit and really feel what you want to feel then no one will be able to take you out of that dark place called grief.

So you’re determined to feel nothing but gratitude for those who came to celebrate with you, and joy for being able to celebrate another year. And when you get so drunk that you begin to cry about your man then it’s whatever because you will already be drunk and partied out. That will be a good way to end the night!

Nevertheless, just as you take your first step, your phone begins to ring and threatens to ruin the night just as it started.

“How come you made all of us shut our phones off, but you get to have yours on?” Satoru complains.

You peer back at him with a pointed glare. “Because I have kids at home, and you all don’t, you guys get calls from work, so no phones for any of you until the night is over.” You shoot him a sweet smile and take a look at the screen, but realize the number is an unknown one.

Thus you hang up and waltz over to the jukebox and flip through the variety of music. It takes you a minute to click through all the music and find something you like, but you eventually find the right song, and just as you’re about to click on it your phone goes off again.

“Damn,” you hiss in annoyance and pull your phone out again to check. And once again it’s that same unknown number so you answer impatiently this time. “Hello!”

“Gojo,” a familiar deep voice greets you almost distastefully.

“Yaga?” You scoff. “Isn’t this a surprise?” You laugh. “I can't imagine you’d call to wish me a happy birthday, so,” you roll out almost with a hint of nervousness in your tone because a call from him doesn’t mean anything good. “What do you want?” You ask and press on the song to play overhead.

“Are you with your brother? He doesn’t answer his damned phone.”

You blink and feel your joy begin to fade away, and that brewing storm only grows darker and more dangerous. “Yeah,” you mutter and slowly turn around to give your back to the jukebox. “Please don’t tell me you’re also looking for Nanami, Shoko, and Mei-Mei?”

“Yes, I am! Are they with you too?! Why aren’t they answering their damn phones?! I get why Satoru wouldn’t, he’s a slack-off, but them?!” He shouts, causing you to pull your phone away from your ear. “Put me on speaker, Gojo, what I have to say concerns all of you.”

No, no.

You rush back to the table and slam your phone on the table to catch all of your friends' attention. “It’s Yaga,” you announce and put him on speaker.

“Oh,” Satoru begins to say playfully as he folds his arms over the table. “Yaga? Don’t tell me you feel hurt you’re not invited to my sister's birthday bash. Well, I would’ve told you but you know, it’s for young people only, you—”

“Shut up,” Yaga cuts him off, causing you to snicker. “Since none of you are answering your phones, listen well, there’s trouble brewing in Shibuya.”

Your amused smile falls and that joy you have been entertaining completely vanishes.

“I’m sorry I have to end your night, but all sorcerers, including allies, students, and staff alike have been summoned to deal with what’s going on.”

So not you? Please not you.

“Are you going to stop edging us on already?” Shoko cuts in as she rests her chin on her hand.

“Non-sorcerers have been trapped by a veil in Shibuya and are not allowed to go out,” Yaga finally shares, making everyone around the table except for Larue, to frown and grow serious and stiff. “Come to Shibuya now, I’ll explain everything else on the way. And before you say anything, y/n, you are being summoned too. Literally, the people inside the veil keep asking for the same things, we think it’s a condition by who made the veil, they say that in order to go out Satoru and Y/N Gojo need to come.”

You groan and drop your head on the table.

“Why should I even go?” You rebuttal. “I don’t help non-sorcerers.”

Yaga huffs out and sneers through the phone. “Because your brother will be here, and all your friends will come too. Don’t they matter?! Don’t do this for non-sorcerers, do this because the lives of the people you care about could be at risk!”

You groan softly in defeat and don’t say anything now. Instead, you actually end up entertaining this mysterious invitation sent by the curse-user, or special-grade intelligent curse, much to your dismay.

You shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t listen to the plan they bombarded you with on your way to Shibuya, you shouldn’t change out of your cute birthday outfit, or take off the pretty and glittery birthday crown Satori made you.

You should be home eating more cake the twins made you, and watching a movie with your family snuggled up on the couch, or you should still be at that damn bar celebrating with your friends and your brother.

But no, you’re here. You’re with your brother a few miles away from the veil trapping non-sorcerers in, and sucking in others that were towards the middle of the veil. You’re in your sorcerer outfit and about to search for whatever is seeking you and your brother.

“They’ll probably be in the center of the veil,” Satoru says as he taps his chin. “And if it’s just us we should come at them from opposite sides and at least spook them since they’re already waiting for us.”

You blink repeatedly in disbelief and roll your eyes at him to retort. “Opposite sides? So you’re going to make me go all the way around?”

Satoru looks at you amused. “Why, I can float you there if you want. Or you can fly there, Satori says you can fly.”

You shake your head and look away. “Flying is an overestimate. I glide with the wind. You know? It supports me, I don’t fly.”

Satoru laughs softly. “Well, then I’ll go to the other side, just because it's your birthday.” He says.

You can’t help the smile tugging on your lips and nod. “Thanks. Or whatever.”

Satoru sighs and sounds serious now. “I am sorry that we had to leave the bar. Maybe we can make it up for Shoko’s birthday, hm? You two can go out and celebrate together.”

Without any other option, you nod. “Yeah. I’ll tell her about it.” You exhale and begin to notice how close you’re getting to the black veil. “At least the entire day wasn’t ruined though. I had a good day up until now. Breakfast with you and my five children was good…even if it was late,” you mumble and shoot him daggers.

Satoru chuckles and doesn’t add anything in that respect.

“So I’m grateful,” you finish in a whisper

“Good.”

You hum and just as you’re about to reach the veil you both come to a stop. “I’ll see you in there then,” you force yourself to change the subject before you want to ramble on to avoid this insidious problem.

“You know whatever happens in there, when you get out meet up with Yuji,” Satoru interjects as you both watch the black veil as if waiting for something to come out of it. “I don’t know if he’s connected to whatever’s happening here, but people still want him dead, so meet up with him.”

You place your hand on your hip and look down. “You’re acting like you won’t make it out of here.” You mumble.

Satoru scoffs. “It’s just in case things get crazy in there. Precautions.”

“Oh? You take those?” You ask sarcastically.

“I’ll meet up with you when I can, all right? So say you understand.”

You exhale deeply and roll your head up to meet his gaze with an assuring look. “Understood.” You reassure him.

Satoru nods and steps back. “It’s 8:30, I want to see you inside at 8:40.”

“I want to see you at 8:40!” You counter lightheartedly. “You’re the late one. Like this morning.”

Satoru scoffs. “8:40, or I’ll beat you up. Don’t care if it’s your birthday.”

You scrunch your nose with discontent and hum. And now without wasting another second, in the blink of an eye, he zips away. Now you have to go through the veil alone.

So much for a joyful birthday.

“Fuck this,” you grumble and let out a deep breath before you walk to the edge of that stupid veil. When you’re close you hesitantly reach for it with your hand.

And the moment the tip of your fingers touch the cold gooey texture you wait and stare at the black shield with discontent.

You’re not supposed to be here. You’re fucking semi-retired. You should be at home! Damn it!

You draw in another deep breath and finally step inside. Once you see the fucking calamity of people you huff out and groan.

A hood at this very moment would be excellent. But no, you didn't think of including one in your outfit. Now you’ll be recognized for sure. Damn it. Damn, damn!

Whatever, there’s nothing you can do about it now but keep your head low and push through.

Of course, as you do push towards the center where a second veil is trapping non-sorcerers inside and holding whoever is looking for you both, people begin to recognize you when they manage to catch glimpses of you. You do your best to ignore them and keep yourself to the least crowded sides.

Alas more and more people recognize you and those who do have genuine interest, and those who just want a picture for likes, begin to follow you and crowd you, so you begin to run to avoid having them distract you and escape through a backdoor in the station.

That’s one thing you can be grateful for that the school provided for you, knowledge of secret entrances through buildings and stations!

You imagine there’ll be more people, but for now, you’re in the clear.

Or at least you thought so, because just as you were about to exit the building and walk out to the tunnel, you hear footsteps approaching, so you stop and wait. In case it’s some enemy then you’ll fight them, if it’s another sorcerer or a starstruck fan then you’ll shoo ‘em away.

“Go away,” you break the silence as the footsteps find you and stop a few paces away from you. “Or I’ll make you.”

“Y/N.”

No.

You spin around on your heels and come face to face with Nanako and Mimiko.

“Wh…” you gasp and take long strides to reach them and grab them forcefully by the shoulders. “What are you two doing here? Go home!” You say without any sense of endearment. “Now!”

Nanako pulls her arm away from your grip and rebuttals for her and her sister. “No, we…” she pauses and glances at Mimiko nervously and then looks back at you and continues. “We want to help you, we’re old now. We know how to fight, we came to help.”

You shake your head and push them back. “No,” you counter sharply. “I don’t want your help, I have enough help. Go home, go to sleep, and when you wake up I’ll be there. Just go home.”

Nanako digs her heels in the ground and swats your hand off her before taking your other hand off Mimiko to argue back. “No! We’re not going home, and if you find some way to make us then we’ll come back because the truth is that we want to help you.”

You blink with surprise and swallow back nervously.

“We just want to help you,” Mimiko adds softly. “Geto and you taught us a lot. We’re strong because of the two of you. So we can do this, trust us just like how you trusted us last year.”

You step back and drop your head to let out a frustrated breath and think.

You did trust them last year, but the curses that invaded the streets were under Suguru’s control and they worked with the twins. There may not be curses here now, but there’s a chance they’ll appear, and they don’t work for them this time. This time whatever is here won't spare them because they’re young just like how they would’ve been spared last year by the opposing side. They’re in real danger now.

But they’re right, they’ll come back if you send them away and they’ll probably face more danger because of it, so…

You have to trust them. You have to trust that they’ll do the right thing and be smart. You have to let them spread their wings so they can learn to fly on their own.

So if they want to help then you’ll let them. You’ll trust them.

“Fine,” you sigh and face them. “Fine. But get out of here and wait if there’s trouble. Don’t get in the way, and run. There’s nothing wrong with running away, okay? Go home and just let me know. Yes?”

Nanako and Mimiko share a surprised look before they smile at each other and then at you.

“We will,” Mimiko assures you.

You draw out a nervous deep breath and walk over to them to embrace them. “Be careful. Keep your phone on, and answer me when I call.”

The twins wrap their arms around you and you squeeze them tighter against you.

“You be careful too,” Nanako says. “Don’t be stupid.”

You laugh softly. “Yeah, I’ll try not to be. You don’t be stupid either.”

“You’ve taught us to be better,” Mimiko praises you.

You smile and pull back to take one more look at them. “Careful. Run. Get out of the way, and if there’s trouble and you can’t reach me and need help, call Nanami. Or one of the kids, you became friends with Nobara, Fushiguro, and Itadori, they’ll be more than happy to help. Okay?”

Mimiko nods and you return the nod and step back. “I’m late to meet up with my brother, so I’ll trust that you will get out of the station. Be careful, and I love the two of you.” You shoot them one last smile before you turn and jog out to the tunnel.

Now back to this mess. Fuck. It, or whatever the fuck better be here.

And your gut better be right, you’re just following your gut as you jog through this dimly lit tunnel. Whatever invited you here could be anywhere through the second veil you easily passed through.

And! No curse better jump out while you’re in the dark.

Please no, please no, you keep muttering to yourself until you hear voices echoing as you approach the light at the end of the tunnel. And as you get closer you make out your brother, thankfully.

However, before you can be seen, or heard, you change your jog to a stride and stop just before you can step out of the shadows to examine the area.

You see your brother. He’s too tall not to spot right away. He’s going on about something you tune out for now.

You also see that tall and white curse that has twigs for eyes, the nature curse, or whatever. Next to it is volcano head, the curse Satoru said he beheaded. And next to volcano head is a person. Not a curse, an actual person.

He’s new and has not been mentioned by Satoru, or reported by the students. He’s not patch face either; this guy lacks blue hair and that raggedy black shirt Itadori said he wears.

No, this guy across from you is wearing a robe underneath a tight purple vest thing that covers his robe and sinches his waist. This guy has dark brown hair and wears buns on his head. This guy is new. And this guy is turning his head!

Shit, shit!

You back up, but his brown eyes still meet your gaze hidden in the shadows. This guy…this guy with a black mark over his nose, and light purple circles over his small eyes notices you first. You’re basked by the shadows of the tunnel, but he still sees you. And as he keeps his tired-looking gaze on you, you see his thin eyebrows furrow, and his eyes slowly narrow on you, and your heart suddenly skips a beat.

He doesn’t say anything though, he slowly begins to turn his body, and you stay there and hold his gaze as you feel as if you’re unable to move from your spot. The thought that he’s mesmerizingly attractive crosses your mind, but maybe that’s because you need to get laid; it’s been too long.

Whatever the case, you ignore the thought and your crazy beating heart and finally find the will to move and step out of the shadows. Without letting go of that guy's dark and threatening gaze the entire time.

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A/N- I felt butterflies writing that scene with Choso hehe…

Tagged- @deniseabad1928 @secondary-character-25 @starlightanyaaa @notsaelty @d4rno @moonnime @kodzukein @yozora7154

[aveegrex]

VIRGIN MARY MADE ME SIN, FED ME MILK AND BRUISED ME PLENTY

Brother Choso, oh, how come an infernal broke your faith so easily? this is part 2, here is part 1

genre: smut pairing: succubus! reader x monk! choso word count: 2,3k cw: sacrilege, sin, corruption kink, heavy religious kink, heavy religious imagery (tainted and unholy), food play, dom/sub dynamics (although fluid), teasing, mocking, oral (f!receiving), impact play, vaginal penetration (f!receiving), nipple sucking, too many biblical allusions, dry-humping, exhibitionism (i think?), masturbation, hints at choso's religious demise, cumming inside, unprotected sex, biting, scratching (the good stuff)

author's note: as stated in the description to the 1st part, it's a piece dedicated to @jin-supremacy01.

Choso lunges forward, unstoppable and unthinking. Pupils dilated, a deep growl rumbling from within him, he pushes you on your back, pinning your flushed body down. “Whore” he hisses, chest heaving under the sweat-soaked robe. “Dirty fiend, how dare you-”

But instead of finishing his sentence, he finishes his innocence, lustful mouth latching onto your hardened nipple, calloused hands groping your flesh shamelessly. He’s starving, a deranged beast finally sinking its fangs into succulent flesh. 

Finally, he’s broken. He’s broken out of his own psyche’s confinement, forgoing all prayers, all psalms and sermons he’s been fed for years. Those never really satisfied him, truth be told. Not like you do now, hot mellow body so responsive to his touch, so sensitive to the drag of his teeth. He’s slurping the milk off your chest, lips digging into your collarbones, his persistent digits traveling down to hoist the apron up and spread your plump thighs apart. 

His whole body’s burning, blood thumping in his temples, stifling all thoughts he might have had before. Now he feasts, drawing more moans out of you with his slender fingers tweaking your nipple as if it could supply him with more milk. 

“Damned slut” he curses, parting from you to throw off his clothing. “That’s how you wanted it, huh? That’s how you wanted me?”

He towers over you, and your eyes blow wide at his frame. He��s perfect, marble skin carved to athletic ideals, dark maroon nipples hard of chilly air. Pale like a morning sky, he’d be a muse of thousands in the artistic realm, dark damp locks framing his sculpted face and bringing out the sharp features. What a waste, you think to yourself, ogling at Choso’s godlike physique and demonic glimmer in his raging eyes. What a waste to keep such beauty hidden in this prudent prison, away from pleasures it could give and get to many. 

A sharp slap to your thigh pulls you to reality, and you notice his hand gripping your flesh. “You spoiled me, imp” he whispers, a cold blazing gaze making you squirm in anticipation. “Now you’re gonna pay”.

Just a little longer, you’ll give him just a bit more to satiate his power hunger. You’ve got enough time to show him how it really is, but for now he can indulge a bit longer into the illusion. You’ve teased him enough, and he deserved his fix of control. 

“Silent now?” another harsh slap stings your thigh and you gasp, batting your lashes in faux shyness. “Fine by me”.

And Choso dives between your thighs, hungry mouth latching to your folds, hot tongue lapping at your excessive slick. He groans at the taste, his eyes rolling before screwing shut. He’s strong, muscles bulging as he squeezes your waist to pull you closer. 

Lewd slurping sounds fill the cell, and you dig your nails into his soft hair, tugging on his strands to lock him in place and feed him what he’s been craving since last night. He’s inexperienced, but his dedication repents for it, tongue slivering right over your clit at unyielding pace. 

Your whole body buzzes, and Choso’s intoxicating, hazing your mind with how eager he is to satiate his appetite. Your cunt flutters at his ministrations, the feel of virgin lips enveloping your core boiling you in need. He’s not your first, far from it, but this moment, this second when they yield to their desires is always as good as new, sending you to an infernal thrill. 

“Brother Choso, oh-” your sighs only rile him up further and your head falls back in bliss. You feel your might replenishing, force growing tenfold as he sucks on your clit, making your thighs clamp tighter around his head. That’s your fix, right there. Religious prude as pretty as Narcissus himself, so prideful in his humility before now losing every part of himself for your mere taste. 

“Oh, god!” escapes your lips as his tongue does a particularly delightful flick, and you grip his hair tighter, fucking his face, smearing your essence all over his cheeks.

Choso pulls away, his chin dripping with your arousal, a drunken heinous sight lingering on your features. “Don’t you foul creature dare” he spits, seething. “Don’t you dare pronounce God’s name or-”

“Or what?” you sit up, thighs parted shamelessly before his face, bare doused cunt making him salivate. Your nails dig into his scalp to delicious pain, and you tug on his locks, tilting his head up. “What, monk?” you lace his occupation with disdain, a vicious sneer tugging at your lips. “You’re gonna pray me away? Cross me out? Splash some holy water down my tits to make me flee?”

He trembles, jaw clenched, eyes shooting daggers your way. “I’ve seen you try, and all for nothing, wasn’t it?”

His face blooms in burgundy, hands easing their grip on your body, and he slouches, seconds away from defeat. Time for the last nail to go in. 

“Or would you just fuck me harder, huh?” you part your thighs wider, bucking hips up in sinful sway. “Ram that dick inside so madly your little abbot would think someone’s applauding his pathetic sermons?”

Hatred burns through him with your every word, but he’s still so close to your core, to that inebriating cunt that’s driving him more insane with every passing second. Cotton rustles as you move closer, pecking his lips with your lower ones. “Would you slurp me up so hard I’d wish to stay in your mouth forever? Is that so?” you coo, head tilted mockingly. “That would only make me call for your Lord more, you know?”

“You heinous bit-”

“Do it” he stills at that, clenched fists coming undone. “Fuck me like you wished to all these nights and days, brother. Make me scream His name in vain, and join me in that fault”.

Choso’s dick twitches, granite hard and neglected since he’s opened the damn door. But it’s not your proposition it’s responding to, no. It’s the tone. It’s the command you have now over him, the one he’d never felt before but searched for so eagerly in Christ. It’s this supernatural diktat that has him melting under your touch and gaze, giving him purpose that he so uselessly craved in church. 

He shifts in his place on the floor, crouched and small under your firm hand. Only now he realizes how naked he is, how his bruised knees ache against the hardwood surface. He’s shy now, something different from his prior aggression sparkling to life. Wide eyes brimming with tears, he looks up at you with a silent plea, and you know at this moment how fake he was when praying to his God.  

A hand lands on his chin, released hair falling down to the marked up shoulders. You urge him closer, leaning to his face to plant a slow attentive kiss to his raw lips. Choso shudders, obedient moans eaten up by you, and you cup his cheeks, pulling him on the bed. 

“Lay down, my dear” your whisper pins him to the sheets, so gentle and loving it almost makes him cry. “Just like that, breathe out. Watch me”

He’s responsive, parted lips fanned over with hot shallow breaths. Choso complies, eyes trained on your soft smile as you straddle him, the apron stained and crinkled, your full breasts glistening with his spit. He exhales sharply as your bare folds brush along his length, slow and chary, introducing him to something sweeter, something bigger than what he’s had in mind before. 

Swaying your thighs again, you let out a sinful exhale, clit buzzing as his tip brushes against it with just the right pressure.

“Hold my hand, okay?” you interlace your fingers with his, and it’s borderline painful how gentle you are to him. His eyes roll back, a grip around your palm tightening as he feels you sink down his dick, wet heat enveloping him tightly. 

“Very well, so good” your words crawl under his skin, eating away at his lovelorn heart. The air is warmer now, welcoming and soft, and Choso feels his tears trickle down his face, mixing with the remnants of your slick. The sky is crying with him, soft undemanding rain tapping at thin glass, and he gasps as candles light up on their own with the snap of your wrist.

A breath sticks to his throat, his eyes blowing wide in awe - you’re glowing. The lights behind you grace your hair with a halo, and Choso deems himself delirious, rock hard cock buried inside a holy apparition’s cunt, this time though he’s not so sure if you’ve come up or down. 

Your free hand creeps up to his face, two digits under his chin urging him up, and he complies to your nurture. “You’ve missed some earlier, my dear” you muse, eyes darting down to a few droplets of milk drying up beside your nipple. “Go on, it shouldn’t go to waste”

He nods shyly, eyes trained on your breasts, and his head spins, lips wrapping up around your hardened bud. The slow rhythm of your hips, the heavenly grip of your tight walls around his length, and your soft flesh sitting so comfortably in his mouth, Choso’s delirious of it all, mind going blank at the religious ecstasy. 

You rise and fall atop of him, plush thighs splaying on his own taut ones. The drag of him along your walls fogs your mind, entrancing you with carnal buzz it shoots across your core.

No prayer has ever had him whining in such bliss, no sermon has ever come across so cathartic, at no confession has he ever been so vulnerable as now with you, a lustful demon fucking him this well. 

Your hips drop harder down his length and he moans, suckling on your tits, fingers digging into the softness of your ass. Your hand cups his head, luring him closer into you, and he feels his tears smearing across your ribs, his short huffs in sync with your pace. 

“Choso, ah-” you cry as his cock brushes against the sensitive spot inside you. The crave for more churning in your stomach, you pick up the pace, squelching sounds filling up his cell. Up and down, up and down, faster, rougher, you fuck yourself on him, bathing in his moans and cries, muffled by your swelling tit. 

Your hand lands behind you on his lower thigh for leverage and he mewls, dick twitching inside you. Head tilted back in wonder, you try to understand the reason, and…

Oh

Oh...

He’s broken like that, huh? 

Bewitched, you graze his bruise again, and his grip on your ass tightens, hips bucking up to meet your halfway. “M-more” vibrates against your nipple, his lips traveling up to your neck. “Please, ag-again, more…”

And you do, fingers digging into his wounds, your pace now fast and rough against him. He’s crying, calloused hands holding you in iron grip, loud wanton moans sending jolts of electricity right to your clit. 

“G-god, god, ah-... GOD!” deep desperate wails echoing through the cell, threatening to warn the rest of brethren about their kin’s demise. Your own throat hurts, gasps and whines scratchy and painful, yet falling uncontrollably as you hammer him into the mattress, bruising his legs further. 

“God, Choso-” he thrusts up into you and you crash your lips against his, inhuman lust clouding your mind. Quicker, quicker, you practically hump him, bed creaking and scratching the floor of sheer intensity. It’s carnal, deranged, your teeth digging into his lips, tongues swirling against one another, the familiar but much bigger knot tightening inside you. 

Choso’s going feral, all remnants of prudence lying long forgotten with his pathetic clothes on a cold floor as you to fuck one another in craze, sweating bodies clinging to each other in heist for bliss. 

“Like that, like that, please ah-, like that, god, God, oh, yo-” his daze is clear on his face, strands clinging to the damp forehead, long black hair messy from your ministrations. You’re not much better yourself, the unrelenting pace aching through your body but the upcoming ecstasy wipes it out, having you bounce atop of him like a deranged whore. 

Choso grips you waist tighter, falling to his back, heels digging into the sheets, and the angle makes you lose it, humping him primally with your tits in his face, whining and crying of how good it all feels. 

“Ruined me, f-fuck…” he’s crying, open mouth gliding over your neck and shoulders, lips and tongue latching on whatever he can catch. His pace is brutal, and you both drown in overwhelming lust, pushing each other further into lustful pleasure. 

“Ruined me, foul, ah- ” sweet moans drip from his lips for you to catch, your core spasming with nearing climax as you slot your lips together, slurping whatever foolish babble he’s about to mutter. 

He’s frantic, chanting God’s name for his sin is now sealed, and you scream, the knot unraveling inside, orgasm shuddering your body. You clamp so tight he follows suit, unending ropes of cum shooting inside you, his limbs spasming tight before the final release. 

“Oh, God…” the name gurgles in his throat, body now splayed under yours starlike. You fall atop of him, shaky hands clutching on his shoulders, your hollow cunt twitching to release the copious seed he’s planted in. 

“Amen” a soft kiss to his pec, you whisper, eyelids heavy as you both bathe in each other and post-orgasmic haze. 

“Amen” he echoes, his large hand pulling you closer into him, nose digging into your hair.

“Don’t dissipate when I wake up… please” your dozy mind slow to register his mumbling. “I have yet years of innocence to blow away with you, demon”.

MDNI, reblogs and comments are welcome, wish everyone to sin so sweetly in the upcoming month of infernalia

© 2022 AVEEGREX, all rights reserved. reposting and copying my works without my consent is forbidden.

[adanfore]

Thinking of Choso…

Thinking of him slowly and softly pumping into you, head lowered down into your neck, trying to muffle his restrained whimpers and moans while kissing, biting and sucking hickies into your neck. Your hands are in his hair, pulling and massaging his hair as you also try not to moan, more successfully than him infact, you’re getting so hot, the sound of him trying to be quiet goes straight down to your core, making it easier to chase that sweet release with Choso. It gets harder and harder for him to keep up the pace, he speeds up, only to feel your hands tighten in his hair.

“Choso.. S-Slow down, slow down, we need to be quiet…”

“Fuck, love, I-I can’t, waited so long for this-“

Your heart drops down to your heel. You’re getting too loud, Choso can barely contain the sounds coming out of him, coupled by the increasingly rough slapping between you two as you both cum in eachothers arms.

“You know the consequences of being loud, Cho-“

You don’t get to finish when you’re stopped by the sound of a door opening, a shocked Yuuji peeking through the crack of the door.

“Oh shit..”

Welcomed by a scene of you two disheveled, sweaty and panting heavily. You’re kind of greatful for the blanket you both were covered by.

Currently 4 am and i cant sleep forgive me for this

[thelovelyruin]

𝖆𝖈𝖖𝖚𝖆𝖎𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗𝖘 : choso x fem reader

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖚𝖓 : choso just couldn’t wait for you and him to be acquainted.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖔𝖓 : college au, smut, porn with plot, vaginal sex, praise, teasing, fingering, edging?

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖔𝖙 : 5.3K

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖗 : inspired by lyrics from acquainted by the weeknd.

𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖊𝖒𝖕𝖗𝖊𝖘𝖘 : hello lovelies, thank you so much for reading! probably my favorite yet. i hope you enjoy it; if so, follow me for more. au revoir!

18+ MDNI ADULT CONTENT

Baby, you're no good 'cause they warned me ‘bout your type.

“Yeah, no.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean, NO. She’s bad news, dude.”

“How do you know?”

“Well, I don’t. She just gives off the vibe that she’d break your heart or somethin'.”

“How’s that?”

“Well, she’s out of your league, first of all. You’re kinda awkward, and I can’t tell if you’re celibate or just can’t get laid. That and she’s pretty friendly with everyone.”

“Shouldn’t she be friendly?”

“Yeah, a little too friendly. A jealous motherfucker like you wouldn’t stand a chance.”

“She wouldn’t be that way if she was in a relationship, right?”

Yuuji raised his eyebrow and threw his arms up.

“The world may never know. That is unless…you wanna know?”

Choso rolled his eyes, following Yuuji to class.

Baby, you're no good; I think I fell for you.

Little did Yuuji know Choso was already in love with you. As much as he’d try not to, he couldn’t help but see you walking around campus. 

Pretty face adorned with sparkly lipgloss, your hair always down, giving a slight view of your hoop earrings. You usually wore a little locket necklace, never telling anyone what was inside, sitting atop a pink shirt that your tits always looked great in. Then a miniskirt that, depending on the breeze that day, gave a sneak peek of your ass. Then, the heels you wear, except for the winter when you wore a cute pair of boots with leggings, he could practically see through them. It was tough when he was in class with you; you raised your hand to answer a question, a French manicure, and the clinking of your bangles that were practically ASMR for him. Then, there were your books that, when some random guy wasn’t offering to hold them, pressed against your chest, making your breasts lift as you walked. Sometimes, you’d wear a perfume that smelled like cake; other days, vanilla, pretty hard to miss as you walked by. Then there was your skin, always glowing like you drank from the fountain of youth or something, legs smooth as you crossed them over one another or stood before the seminar to answer a question on the board. Sometimes, you had a pair of stockings or thigh highs that covered them, ending a little lower than where your skirt ended; god forbid you bent over, which you were careful never to do, usually asking someone to pick something up for you. You never touched a door either; sure, it was because every guy wanted to fuck you, running around like your puppies ready for a task; sometimes you gave them one, they’d run back to you with a lollipop or something like that, which you parted your lips so sexily to take in and suck. 

It's not like he was paying attention or anything.

You got me puttin' time in.

Now, Choso wasn’t terrible at talking to girls, sometimes getting approached but a little too awkward to continue the conversation. Then again, he had the hots for you, so it was hard to look at anyone else. He’d got it in his mind that he’d talk to you one of these days. Maybe he’d ask you out on a date, but he wouldn’t know how he’d react if you rejected him; in light of that, he never said anything to you, just an awkward look if you guys ever made eye contact, which you always gave him a confident one, followed by a wave. But all that was thrown out the window right now. He was too shocked that you were standing in front of him to hear what you’d said; your face had one of those optimistic looks, hands sitting on his desk in the library as your arms squished your tits together, leaning over a bit to look at him.

“Hello, earth to Choso, you there?”

“Sorry, could you repeat that?”

Your skirt sat particularly short on your hips today, your belly button ring gleaming with a little heart at the end, but his eyes drifted to your waistline, a little bit of a pink fabric peeking ever so slightly out the top of your denim-

“I said, “Hey, Choso! What’s up?””

“Oh, sorry. Not much, how about you?”

“Oh, nothin’; saw you were sittin’ alone and wanted to come say hi; that okay?”

It was more than okay. He had to shift in his seat, boner becoming irritably hard against his thigh.

“Yeah, that’s fine. Uh, wanna take a seat?”

“Sure! So, whatcha workin' on?”

“Oh, I’m just studying for the statistics exam.”

“That class is super hard! I feel like I’m not getting any of it.”

He took that as his one-way ticket to testing the waters with you.

“I could, um, tutor you if you want.”

“Really? You’d do that for me?”

You perked up, hand touching his arms, tits calling out as you shifted towards him in the seat. He couldn’t take his eyes off them, but he knew he had to focus if this was gonna work at all.

“Yeah, it’s no problem.”

“Perfect, when are you free?

He was free anytime for you.

“Uh, I’m free after classes; what about you?”

“Hmm, well, I have a sorority meeting at six tomorrow, so that probably won’t work, but then, ooo, I have cheer practice on Thursday, ugh, and I can’t forget Nobara’s party on Friday!”

“So, Wednesday?”

“Perfect! We’d just have to do it after my nail appointment at 3.”

He looked at your nails; nothing looked bad about them, so he was confused. He hadn’t realized how busy you were, which explained why you didn’t have a boyfriend. But that only made him feel worse.

“I think your nails are nice like that?”

You were blushing now, bringing a hand out in front of you two.

“Ya think so? I was thinking of changing the color; I've changed my mind since last week.”

Your phone got a ring; he noticed it was Mai, a girl he’d often see you walking around with. Happily, you answered it.

“Hey babe, what's up?”

He couldn't hear what Mai was saying to you on the phone, but fuck, he wished you'd answer the phone like that for him. That's when it struck him that he hadn't even-

“Sorry about that! She had to tell me about this crazy thing one of our sisters did.”

“Sisters?”

“Yeah, like in our sorority, silly! Anyways, gotta blast, but I enjoyed our chat!”

You pulled a pen out of your purse along with a piece of gum; after unwrapping it and putting it in your mouth, you grabbed Choso’s hand, writing down your phone number.

“There ya go, put it in fast so it doesn’t wash off, 'kay? Bye, cutie!”

With that, you walked away. See, this is where Choso was fucked; he had to think about when he should text you, now, later today, or Wednesday? That and his boner. He hurried up and shuffled to his and Yuuji’s dorm room, using his backpack to cover his crotch.

Nobody got me feeling this way.

“YOU GOT HER NUMBER?”

“Yes, but it’s because I’m tutoring her.”

“So, you and her, alone. “Studying”.”

“Yes, Yuuji, now fuck off!”

When Choso told Yuuji about the exchange earlier, he was convinced you were on something.

“So, she just randomly walked up to you? Isn’t that weird?”

“Is it that foreign for someone to want to talk to me?”

Yuuji looked him up and down, giving him that look. Choso scoffed and continued typing up his essay. He couldn’t stop thinking about you, if he was being honest. He tried his best to put off texting you, but that lasted all but 4 hours.

“Hey. It’s Choso.”

He sighed as he threw his head back. He was feeling a bit stupid, to be honest. For all he knew, you had been dared to talk to him, or it was a little game you came up with. Still, he knew it wasn’t in your character to do something like that, but his self-loathing told him otherwise. All of a sudden, though, his screen lit up.

“haiiii <3 wednesday still good? :3”

“Yeah, what time?”

“let’s do 5, 'kay?”

“Sounds good.”

“yay! see you then :p.”

When Wednesday came around, Choso was nervous all day. Yuuji teased him for it, saying there was nothing to worry about; you guys were only “studying.” Choso had seen you in class with the usual demeanor and look, but instead, today, you gave him a wink as you walked by, which went straight to his dick. It had been 4:55, and he was pacing his room, trying to mentally and physically prepare to be alone with you for the next hour or so. But then five came, then 5:05, then-

A knock at the door, which he was praying, wasn't Yuuji coming back to the room; he told Choso earlier he was gonna spend the night out ‘In case something happened.’ Much to Choso’s bliss, it was you, panting a bit. 

“I'm so sorry! I spilled my smoothie on my other top, so I had to change, then I ran over as fast as I could! You’re not too mad at me, are you?”

Choso had realized you had a different shirt on when he opened the door. This one was a lower cut, your cleavage on full display, the bottom short cropped. Damn, you looked good.

“You’re fine; come in.”

“Ooo, thanks!”

You walked into the room, and he waited for you to say something; his room was pretty much clean, except for a pair of socks Yuuji left on the floor. Instead, you smile at him, then bend over to set your purse and books- fuck, you bent over. Choso looked at every single item in the room, anything to not stare at your ass in his peripheral vision. Quickly, you got up and turned around, Choso flustered as ever.

“Somethin’ wrong?”

“Uh, no…let’s get started.”

An hour passed, and Choso was shocked at his level of resolve. He tried his best to help you and pay attention to the papers in front of you, but fuck, your tits looked great from this angle.

“All done! I think this is the best I’ve ever done! Thank you so so much!”

You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him into a hug that made his breath rapid. You pulled back from him now, still hugging him, as you looked up at him with those doe eyes of yours. Choso was much taller than you, so he was getting quite the view, but that came with him looking the most flustered he’s ever been. You let go with a giggle, walking over to sit on his bed. He watched you sit back on your hands, legs slightly open as your chest poked out. God, you looked cute, even better that you were sitting on HIS bed.

“Hey, Choso?”

“Yeah?”

“I need your help with something.”

“What’s up?”

You got me touchin' on your body…

He walked over to you with a confused look on his face. What could you possibly want? You guys had already studied, which is what you both agreed to; maybe another class-

You opened your thighs to him, panty-clad pussy on full display.

He was about to fucking die. He couldn’t help but pinch himself; he had to be dreaming. It was already surprising to him that you were in his room, but you practically asking him to touch your pussy was an enigma. You pulled him forward by his shirt, his face up to yours.

“That is, if you wanna.”

Choso started melting, but he wouldn’t let this opportunity pass him by. With urgency, he dropped to his knees, positioning himself on the floor between your legs, both draped over his shoulders as he pulled you closer to him. God, he could smell you; it was making him hungry. Then there was your thong soaked from your wetness, leading him to wonder how long you wanted this. The print of your lips against the fabric was about to send him over. He brought his hands up your legs, the feeling of your plush thighs making him ache, all the way up to your hips, where he flipped your skirt up. He wasted no time grabbing the edge of your panties, backing up to pull them down your legs. You opened up a little more for him, soaked pussy on full display. He was dreaming, he was dreaming, he was dreaming. He experimentally brought his fingers up to spread your lips apart, precum dripping out of you. He almost passed out, but that was the last thing he needed to start his mission.

Choso brought his lips down to your pussy, lapping up all of your juices, then fucking his tongue into you. You were moaning, body arching as you found your fingers in his hair. Fuck you tasted good. He brought his tongue to your clit, circling the bud slowly, making the most out of this situation and simultaneously making you whimper.

“Choso….”

You sounded so fucking good. Every moan of his name went straight to his dick, which was looking to rub against anything to get some relief. He brought his fingers up and slipped them inside you, making you groan loudly. He explored your walls carefully, but it wasn’t until he curled his fingers that he really got a rise out of you.

“Fuck, right there, don’t stop!”

He was a damn good listener. He pumped his fingers in and out of you as your body jerked, begging to cum. He was in disbelief; he was the one making you feel like this. Moan like this. Cum like this. It came hard, fingers gripping his hair in a way that brought him out of his hazy state. And fuck, as you came down, you rutted your pussy against his tongue, mouth still opened and eyes rolled back. Choso was in fucking heaven. You were panting on his bed, half-naked, back still arched; you were a sight to see. You began to come back to earth, sitting up on your hands again, pussy most likely staining the sheets, but it’s not like he fuckin' cared.

“Come here.”

Your usual bubbly demeanor left the second you came, grabbing Choso by his shirt and bringing him down to kiss you. You opened your legs so he could position himself between them, kissing him intensely now. Instinctively, he brought his hand up to your tits, groping them through the fabric of your shirt, pinching your nipple once he found it. He ruts his hips against yours, making you groan into his mouth. Fuck, you were so hot, all of his senses were filled with you, he was gonna lose his-

I know I'd rather be complacent.

He fucking came on himself. Simultaneously, your phone began to ring, the same tone as the other day when Mai called you. With a pout, you walked over to his desk to grab your phone. God, he praised himself for wearing back sweats that day. Luckily for him, it didn’t seem you noticed, picking up the phone and smiling. Just like that, you were back to your usual self.

“Hey, hey!”

Mai said something to you as Choso went to his drawer, already looking for a set of underwear and pants to replace the ones he accidentally soaked. You were pouting now, tilting your head to the side as you talked to her.

“But Maiiii, I’m doing something super important!”

You looked at him from head to toe, smirking as you continued talking. Fuck, what were you guys talking about?

“Ugh, fine, but you owe me! See you in a bit.”

You hung up the phone and walked over to him, a sad look on your face as you wrapped your arms around him and nuzzled your head into his chest.

“You gotta go?”

“Yeah, but I really don’t want to!”

“It’s fine. You should be ready for the test on Thursday.”

You bent over to pick up your purse and books again; this time, he really couldn’t look because he knew his dick would probably betray him. You put your heels back on, getting on your tiptoes to kiss him on the cheek.

“Bye, cutie!”

“Um, bye.”

Choso took a shower as soon as you left, in which he had to relieve himself from the events of today. It’s like he couldn’t get your taste you out of his head; every time he tried to focus on his essay, you were there. It didn’t help when he found your thong on the floor beside his bed. Shit, he hadn’t even thought to put them back on you. Quickly, he texted you, letting you know you forgot them.

“oopsie :3 consider them a gift ;)”

Fuck, you were dangerous.

Girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

Baby, you're no good.

“YOU DID WHAT?”

“Shut the fuck up, you're gonna wake the whole hall!”

“Let me get this straight, you fucked her?”

“No, yes, well, not exactly. I, you know…”

“Awe shit, she sucked your-”

“NO, YUUJI, JESUS.”

“So, what did you- Holy shit, you gave her head!”

Choso became flustered, never really having a conversation with Yuuji about his sex life, but Yuuji was more than open about his.

“Yes, I gave her head.”

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!”

“Shut. The. Fuck. Up! You’re too damn loud!”

“Sorry, sorry. It’s not like I didn’t believe in you or anything, but a girl like that? I probably would’ve cum on myself.”

Now, Choso knew you were busy, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to see you again. He’d remembered everything you said you had to do, so he figured he’d talk to you again at Nobara’s party. He was initially going because Nobara was a mutual friend through Yuuji, but now, he had a way better reason. You guys had seen each other around the halls Thursday, you giving him a wink every time you saw him, and he’d return it with a blush and grin. He hadn’t texted you either, trying to be considerate of your time, but as Friday afternoon came along, you appeared to be distant with him. He was nervous at this point. What if he was over-analyzing things? Just a quick fuck to get each other’s rocks off? Then, unfortunately, the thought came to mind that maybe you had realized he came on himself, which hurt his feelings pretty bad. I mean, he couldn’t help it; spontaneous oral on the girl he’d liked for months now, he was already in bad shape to begin with. But, fuck, he missed you.

All my homies think I'm crazy 'cause I'm thinkin' 'bout us lately.

Nobara’s party could be heard down the street, some AirBnb, all your sisters put in on. Choso couldn’t lie; it was pretty nice, a large house with at least eight bedrooms, a pool and basketball court in the back, and balconies on almost every window. He and Yuuji had shuffled their way into the house, Yuuji immediately looking for something to drink that was far from water. Once he found a bottle of tequila, he poured him and Choso a couple of shots, both throwing them back like it was nothing. Yuuji seemed to know everyone at this party, sparking conversation with damn near anyone that walked by. He and Choso found their way to the backyard, sitting in the little patio section next to the pool.

“So, did you text her yet?”

“No, I’m pretty sure she’s upset with me about something.”

“Cause she’s been giving you the silent treatment?”

“Something like that.”

“Well, she’s obviously not giving it to him.”

But really, if I could, I'd forget about you.

Yuuji pointed to you on the other side of the pool, talking to some guy. You held a cup, presumably with alcohol, but what you were wearing was the kicker. You hadn’t bothered to wear a top, just your string bikini covering your tits, which wasn’t doing a very good job of covering them up. Then there were your shorts; they were basically underwear with how high they came up, the underside of your ass on display. You were leaning into the guy, obviously in deep conversation. The guy, however, was getting an eyeful; he couldn’t even make eye contact with you because he was staring so intently at your chest. 

You got me puttin' time in.

Choso couldn’t lie, it pissed him off real bad. He couldn’t tell if it was because you were talking to this guy and not him or because the guy was looking at you so inappropriately; it wasn’t like he was one to talk. But his jaw locked as he saw the guy slip a hand onto your waist as you stumbled a bit, and you didn’t stop him.

“She’s free to do what she wants.”

“Yeah, she’s doin’ what she wants, alright. Your face was in her pussy on Wednesday, and she’s probably gonna do the same to him tonight.”

Nobody got me feeling this way.

Yuuji’s comment had put a fire under Choso’s ass. Immediately, he got up from where he and Yuuji sat, heading straight towards you.

“Told you, you were jealous, bitch!”

Now, Choso wasn’t the confrontational type, but three shots in, he felt a little bit of that liquid courage. He’d closed the gap between the patio and the pool quickly, focused on getting to you; as he walked up, he could hear you giggling at whatever that fucker was saying. You turned your head in surprise, an awkward smile on your face as Choso grabbed your arm.

“Gonna borrow her right quick.”

Choso could hear the guy cursing him out in confusion as he walked away with you, but if anyone was confused, it was you.

You got me touchin' on your body….

Choso led you up the stairs as you rushed to keep up, spilling your drink a bit. He found an empty bedroom, walked you into it, and locked it behind him.

“Choso, what the actual fuck?”

“What are you doing, huh?”

“What am I doing? What am I doing? Motherfucker, what are you doing?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, you haven’t talked to me in days. Then you pull me in here, like I’m the bad guy or something, fuck, did eating me out mean anything to you?”

“Of course it did! I haven’t texted you because I wanted to give you space!”

“I could’ve made time for you! I don’t wanna hear your shitty excuses as to-”

To say that we're in love is dangerous…

Your sentence was cut short by Choso pulling you into a kiss. You were fucking mad at him, sure, but you wanted to fuck him more than anything. That’s why you let him lay you on the bed behind you, mouth coming to kiss you, even deeper this time. He pulled back to undo your top, allowing your tits free.

“So, who the fuck was that?”

He brought his lips down to your nipple, sucking it as you moaned softly.

“A friend, what are you, jealous?”

He sucked the other one, massaging your tits as you watched him intently.

“Depends.”

“On?”

But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

Choso began to move his way down, sucking the skin of your stomach as he brought his hands down to hook into your shorts. He had them down to your ankles, pulling them off of you.

“I’m your friend too, no?”

“Something like that.”

He undid the strings on your bikini, throwing them somewhere in the room. He brought his face down to you, kissing your inner thighs to tease you.

“You let all your friends eat your pussy?”

Ever since I met you, I couldn't believe what you did.

You couldn’t answer his question, body reacting to the kitten licks he was giving your clit. Choso was a bit more familiar with you now; he knew you liked it when he fucked you with his tongue and that you moan a little harder when he pressed his tongue harder on our bud. But, god, you were intoxicating. He missed the taste of your pre-cum on his lips, shamelessly saturating his whole face with your juices. That is until he pulled his face back, teasing you.

“Answer me, princess.”

“No, I don't.”

That made him hungry, greedy even. His face was back on you, fucking his tongue into you as he pinned your hips down, watching you squirm from the pleasure. The pleasure he was giving you.

Choso picked up the pace of his tongue, his fingers finding their way to your pussy, curling them as he sucked on your clit. One hand still on your hips to keep you still; it was all in vain because when you came, your body came undone. You buck your hips into his touch, moaning his name as you let him suck you through your high. You were fucking beautiful. He pulled up to look at you, smirking as he saw your tits rise and fall from all the panting you were doing. He figured it wasn’t too bad to give you another orgasm; you looked so fucking hot coming down that he couldn’t resist drinking your cum as he brought his thumb to your clit. You were on fucking fire, still recovering from before, and now he was bringing you up to his face. He pinned you down, devouring you instantly.

Now, Choso felt a little adventurous, bringing his hands up to rub your nipples between his fingers while you fucked his face. You didn’t know where all this nerve came from, presumably because he’s made you cum twice now, the third one about to join. But you honestly didn’t give a fuck. If he had the balls to eat you as good as he was doing, you could care less. Because his tongue was just too damn distracting. You began to grind your pussy on his face, not even considering his ability to breathe; it’s not like he was concerned about it. You were moaning his name like a symphony, pulling them out of you more frequently as you felt your body giving in again.

“Choso, I’m, I, fuck!”

So comfort me…

Choso smirked into your pussy as you came, falling over onto the bed immediately. He was kissing you now, soft and sweet, like he didn’t intend to fuck the shit out of you. With a careful hand, he brought your leg up, pulling it away from the other so he could get in between them. He enjoyed the view of you, spent and gasping for air, bucking your hips slowly as you waited for him to fuck you. As he began removing his clothes, he continued this little conversation.

“Hm, that doesn’t make sense then, does it?”

“You’re more than a friend, Choso.”

At this point, he’d taken everything but his boxers off, dick almost stabbing out the front of his briefs. He took them off quickly, bringing his body back up to sit on top of yours. He kissed you as he fingered your pussy again, making you squirm under his touch. Messily, he brought your cum out of your pussy, rubbing it over his shaft as he looked down at you.

“More than a friend, huh?”

Choso kissed your neck as he slid his dick in, holding your hips as he rolled his into yours. He was painfully slow, pulling out to sink back in. Fuck, it was torture.

“Yes, Choso! Now fuck me, please!”

“No problem.”

He slammed his hips into yours, making you groan. He gripped you tightly as he fucked you, forehead meeting yours so he could see your pretty face as you took him so well.

 “When was the last time you got fucked?”

“Months ago.”

“So, you decided you just wanted me to eat your pussy one day?”

He began that slow pace again, scratching his back as he reached the deepest parts of you.

“No, I liked you for a while! Thought you didn’t like me ‘til I met you in the library!”

He couldn’t fucking believe it. This entire time you’d been waiting for him to make a move, and he was too fucking pussy to do it. Well, he’ll make it up to you now by fucking your pussy. He hit that sweet spot inside you as you moved your hips to meet his, hands brushing through his hair as he gave it to you right where you needed him. And god, you were sexy. You pressed your tits against his chest as he fucked you into the bed, practically screaming his name every time he’d give you a hard thrust to get a rise out of you.

“I want you, princess.”

To be fair, you hadn’t really entertained any of the guys who wanted you; they’d just ogle you, but you wanted someone who’d claim you. Make you his. And Choso was doing it. He fucked you like no one had ever done before, sucking hickeys all over you that you were sure you didn’t have enough concealer to cover up. Then, there was the way he’d moan into your ear. Sometimes your name, but mostly baby, princess, beautiful. He was taking you higher and higher, and you didn’t wanna come down.

“Then, I’m yours.”

Ain't no rush from me.

That was enough for Choso. He fucked you faster, keeping your hips still so he could fuck you how you needed it. Your body was practically begging to cum again, all but throwing yourself at him. He prayed you’d cum soon because he’d be down for the count here shortly, panting into the side of your neck as he took you. And take you, he did, gripping his shoulders as you moaned his name into the room, eyes rolling back and mouth wide open as you came for the third time that night. You honestly didn’t know you had it in you, nor did Choso, because he was right behind you, gripping the headboard as he fucked you through his orgasm, whimpering your name as he fell to pieces inside you. Your pussy was like fucking heaven, taking his cum so well as your hands fell to your side, too fucked out to move.

I’ll keep on touchin' on your body. To say that we're in love is dangerous…

Choso fell beside you, exhausted as ever. He was grateful he’d taken precautionary measures and relieved himself before he came to the party cause he surely would’ve cum the second he felt your pussy. He looked over at you; he could tell you were pretty damn tired; who wouldn’t be after he made you cum so many times. So, he helped you put your clothes back on, carrying you down the stairs and out to his car. He shot Yuuji a text to let him know he was leaving, choosing to leave out the details of what he had been doing for the past hour and a half. After getting you in the car, he got in the driver’s seat and started it.

“Ima take ya home, okay?”

You perked up a little, grabbing his arm and wrapping around it.

“Wanna go home with you!”

“Whatever ya want, princess.”

Choso gripped your thigh as he drove off, returning to his dorm. He carried you to his room, removing your clothes and helping you get into one of his t-shirts. Both of you in the bed, he pulled you into his chest, letting you get comfortable. You look up at him, smiling a bit as you yawn.

“Night, baby!”

You kissed him quickly and laid back down, drifting off to sleep.

‘Baby’, huh? He could get used to that.

But, girl, I'm so glad we're acquainted.

♱ the song used in this story is acquainted by the weeknd. 🖤

♱ masterlist.

♱ all fics playlist.

𝖆𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓.

[slut4sugu]

summary: boyfriend!choso x pinky!blackfem reader headcanons, fluff & smut, soft!choso, black!femreader, grumpy x sunshine, he’s a simp but he’ll never admit, perv!choso

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who loves your pink room and how your personality is bubbly just like it, your pretty set of pink perfumes from bath and body works, countless hello kitty stuffed animals, and rugs, posters etc.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who walks behind you like a scary guard dog despite wearing matching pink outfits with you, even letting you decorate his hair with pink clips and ribbons (anything for you)

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who watches in adoration while you do your makeup, he can be seen silently sitting on your bed watching you through the mirror as you put on your lip liner

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who doesn’t realize how hot he is, walking around your apartment just wearing a tight black longsleeve and sweats. Well not until you’re on your ovulation week and you pounce on him

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who loves it when you do different protective styles with hints of pink in it, always complimenting you and showering you in praises when he has you sit on his face <33

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who moans like a pornstar when you pump his dick with those pretty pink acrylics on, looking so hot when you smash your lips onto his while you fist his shaft.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who loves sucking on your perky brown nipples, it turns him on so much to hear your soft moans fall past your lips and feel your hand run through his hair and tug on it slightly.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who loves waking up before you before the sun is up to kiss your face and pull you close to his chest, who loves to whisper sweet nothings into your ear out of pure love for you.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who keeps on pulling you back by the waist for more kisses even if you just made out with him 5 seconds ago.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who goes absolutely feral when he sees you wear g strings or thongs, seeing your stretch marks and pudgy stomach turns on a switch inside of him.

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who never makes it through a whole movie with you since you always smell like shea butter and vanilla after every shower, and you wear his shirts to bed with only panties hiding your cunt from him

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who always says I love you when he gets close to cumming <33

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who can’t get enough of you taking control and fucking him dumb, seeing you on top of him and riding his cock like you own it is so sexy

! 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ boyfriend!choso who loves you every waking second and couldn’t picture a life w/o his sunshine <33

[girlwithsharpt33th]

ANGELIC - 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖔

content: smut with feelings, reader and Choso are very much in love, a little fluffy, virgin!choso, virgin!reader, AFAB!reader, Choso is a lightweight

a/n: I want to make this a series with my favorite JJK men

your new boyfriend nuzzled his cheek into your knees, his large hands exploring the plush planes of your bare thighs. He wasn’t even that fucked up. you’d only seen him gingerly drinking two cups of sake as he listened to his roommate blab on opposite him at the dingy kitchen table.

“ mmm..missed you.” He murmured dreamily, his eyelids drooping and a sloppy grin painting his pretty lips. You chuckled, scooting closer towards the edge of his bed and embrace.

“Cho…I’ve been with you the past 3 hours” you mused, running your hands through his messy hair.

As your fingers combed through it, you decided to take the pigtails out, being careful not to snag his hair on the elastics. He let out a low hum of approval, and moaned when you began to massage his scalp. He adjusted himself slightly so his clothed cock was pressed against your leg, humping it, hips gyrating sloppily. Normally he was so awkward, but it appeared a little liquid courage undid all of his uncertainty about sex. It was beyond amusing, watching him rut against you like a horny puppy.

He quickly became more desperate and pried your legs apart, mouth practically watering at the sight of your already damp panties. He’d eaten you out a couple of times, and you were more than happy to oblige his talented tongue. You lifted your hips so he could rid you of your panties and eagerly pushed you up on the bed, slotting his head between your legs. His hair and warm breath tickled your cunt, a mewl escaping your lips. He inserted his finger, pumping it in and out. He immediately dove in, relishing in the taste of you, frantically latching onto your clit.

Your breathing was heavy and uneven, embarrassing sounds falling from your lips. Your legs were already quaking.

“S-slow down baby, ‘s too much!” you pleaded, voice breaking. He simply let out a low groan and shoved his tongue further inside you, adding a second finger in your sensitive hole.

He looked so pretty like this, his hair in his bedroom eyes, lashes fluttering angelically as he looked up at you. The sloppy sounds he was making and his little noises of ecstasy chimed in your ears like a siren’s song, practically making you cum on the spot.

your legs began to quake, clenching around Choso’s ears, your climax tumbling out of you. He gulped down your essence wildly, practically sucking you dry. He made pleased hums every now and then, causing even more stimulation for you, reinvigorating the tightening in your stomach.

Before you could fully recover from your first orgasm, you came a second time, fingers and toes gripping the sheets with your head thrown back.

“ ‘m done, Cho, please!” you exclaimed, your voice breaking and bordering on desperation.

He relented. His lips parted with your sex and he withdrew his fingers, a glorious mixture of his spit and your cum coating his chin. His cheeks were rosy, eyes glassy. He was so beautiful it hurt, almost making tears well up in your eyes. You were wrecked already and he hadn’t even pulled his cock out yet.

As if in a trance, ogling your face, he licked his fingers clean and removed his sweats and boxers - the crotches of both saturated with his own cum. You could tell he was taking a mental image of the state you found yourself in, a sort of perverted memento he could get off to when you weren’t around.

He blushed a deep crimson when he realized he came in his pants. It appeared he was so drunk he wasn’t even aware he had come! He bit his lip anxiously and flitted his eyes nervously up at you.

“Baby, come here, don’t be embarrassed,” you cooed and spread your legs. You were nervous, having never had penetrative sex before, but you attempted to hide it. Cho needed as much guidance as possible. “I’ll…talk you through it.”

A switch seemed to flip in your boyfriend as he appeared to regain his voracious sexual appetite from earlier. He settled between your legs, fat cock flush between your pussy lips. He drunkenly ground his hips, eyebrows knitted, eagerly awaiting further instruction from you.

You gulped, intimidated by his size. He rarely took his pants off in front of you, preferring to prioritize your pleasure over his own. But today was about both of you.

“I’m ready, Cho.” you said, voice wavering. He gave a quick little nod, hoisted your legs over his shoulders, and delicately entered you, savoring the warmth enveloping his sensitive tip.

“Oh~” he moaned before pushing himself the rest of the way inside. You held his face in your hands.

“I said I’m ready,” You smiled. The stretch was painful but the feeling of fullness was irresistible. You ground your pelvis against his, encouraging him to move. He gazed at you with his lips parted and his hair curtaining his face. He rocked his hips so gently. Even in his inebriated, desperately horny state he still treated you with such care.

You knew he was close already by the way his thrusts got more and more sloppy. “You…f-feel too good, g-gonna cum.” he said quietly, pressing your legs up even further. His strong hands were warm and comforting on the backs of your thighs, supporting you through the intense position he had you in.

He looked at you intently, almost salivating, and picking his pace up significantly. Something about you had turned him on so much, it appeared he couldn’t handle himself. Your expression?

Your thoughts’ little dance came to a halt when he let out a guttural moan, filling you to the brim with his seed. His grip on your thighs intensified, no doubt leaving bruises. The only thing on his mind now was his determination to make you cum.

He languidly stroked in and out of you, intimate, burying his face in the crook of your neck. His soft breaths filled your ear and he slipped one of his hands underneath your head, cradling it. His cum squelched in and out of you, the warm wetness spilling out of your cunt.

“I-I’m almost…!” you exclaimed, before coating Choso’s dick with your slick. He continued to hold you, fucking you through your orgasm even though his dick was oversensitive.

“I’ve got you.” he murmured into your ear, almost too low to hear. He continued to hold you until he was sure you were satisfied, extracting himself from you. He admired your form, caressing your cheek and kissing you passionately. He looked spent, thoroughly wrung dry.

He barely managed to half-assedly clean you up with a warm wash cloth before promptly keeling over and passing out on your chest. Even in his rather unfortunate state, he was still effortlessly pretty and smelled nice. some sort of cherub. A bouncing babe. This thought made you giggle and he stirred a bit, tsking at you for interrupting his snooze fest.

You traced patterns on his cheek before you finally conked out. Your little lightweight would need all the help he could get tomorrow.

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 44 || The Question at the End

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language, heartwarmingly filthy smut (includes choking), fluff, & a ticklish tinge of angst.

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 4.7k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——YOU WEREN’T PREPARED FOR the man that is Nanami Kento. Nope, nothing could mentally ready you for the way he eases his cock into you for what felt like hours on end, making you lose all sense of thought as he forces you to feel each and every inch and vein that decorates his member.

You don’t remember anything from when he was finger fucking you in his vehicle to now as your legs are pressed up against your chest with Nanami’s hands roughly squeezing onto the plush underside of your thighs while he stuffs you full of his girthy length.

“Fuuuck,” Nanami groaned, his hair disheveled and his eyes lustful and low-lidded as he gazed down at the flushed fucked out expression on your face. “You’re-, shit… you’re milking my cock, darling… hah, squeezing me so damn tight,”

Through the course of the list, you’ve experienced all kinds of sex but nothing quite like this. When Nanami said he fucks rough he wasn’t referring to his pace, instead, he was referring to the filth that leaves his lips and the stretch of his dick squeezing into you. It’s more of a buildup to that roughness he was referring to and you liked every second of that.

He’s a confident man, he knows how women react to his size. And as for you? Oh you felt like a virgin trying to take him in at first. Thank god for the car ride that consisted of him fingering you because you quickly realized how necessary that was.

Not only was that helpful but Nanami’s sexy voice was in your ear as he eased himself into you. He spoke so softly, so kindly, his tone laced in honey with how sweet it was as each word went straight to your core and only made his entry more slippery.

He hadn’t tied you up just yet, he’d revisit that idea later.

As he initially entered you, those soft lips of his were against your ear, saying things like, “Shhh, I know it’s big but you can take it, right?”

To which your nails would scrape against his back and your jaw would fall, leaving your mouth open with obscene moans leaving you, “I c-can’t-, f-fuuuck… ohmygod…” You whined and whined, to which he only went slower.

You’re not sure if it helped for him to go slower or if you just wanted him to thrust the rest in but either way, you were struggling.

“C’mon, that’s it, I’m almost-,” He grunts heavily, his warm breath hitting your skin, “A-Almost all the way in. You’re doing so good f’me, such a good girl aren’t you?”

You nodded weakly. He was halfway in but you couldn’t really tell. Your legs wrapped around his large muscular body and god he was a big man. His build was so damn perfect over you and his gentleness just made you melt beneath him.

“Uh-huh…” You babbled out to the man.

Nanami shifted down to the area right below your jaw and kissed you passionately before whispering to you, “You’re taking me so well, love.”

Yep, your walls suddenly clamp around his cock and Nanami lets out a moan against you.

“Kento,” You squeaked out, a whimper following his name as each inch of him was buried inside you, “You’re s’deep,” You slurred out.

Nanami nods, “Mhmm, I know… Here,” He moves a hand to grab your arm and you feel his fingers slip along your palm before they interlace with your own, squeezing your delicate hand in his own, “Hold on to me, I’ll make sure you feel good soon, okay?”

The sex was so soft and light that it had you utterly flustered. You didn’t even know what to do with yourself in a situation like this. Nanami moved so that his face was over your own and his eyes gazed so deeply into yours while he held your hand to comfort you through his hefty size.

His hips begin to draw back and you hiss when he then presses himself down into you again, the tip of his cock simply mushing into that tear-jerking spot inside you. Your delicate fingers squeeze onto his hand for dear life as Nanami works up a steady and simple pace. You were breathing so heavily and your eyes were hardly open.

Your jaw remained slack as soft moans poured from your moist lips, “M-Mmmgh… Kento,” You called, voice breathy.

The man tilts his head at you, his brows furrowed as he tries not to lose himself in the way your cunt just sucks him right back in each time he draws himself out, “Hm?” He inches his face to yours, “What is it, pretty? Talk to me.” He requested, and damn the way his voice was just as breathy as yours.

The whole situation was so hot, heavy, and intimate, far more intimate than you were expecting it to be. Your eyes dipped down to his lips and you felt his hands move your thighs farther apart before his chest pressed against yours.

“K-Kiss me,” You breathed.

Nanami chuckles, just barely, “Is that how you ask?” He groaned out slightly, his cock stretching you open as he voices his words to you.

You bite your lower lip for a moment to stifle the next whine that threatened to escape before turning your head to the side and uttering a desperate, “Please?”

The man moved his lips to your cheek, then slid over to your ear, “Look at me first,” He instructed.

Just before you get the chance to do so, his hand suddenly weighs into yours and you feel your fingers dip into the mattress a bit as Nanami holds himself up using your clasped hands. Then, his free hand comes up to your face, specifically your chin, and forces your head to turn to him.

Pleasureful tears are welling up in your eyes and you feel so embarrassed as you look at him. Nanami gives you this comforting small smile and your heart flutters like crazy.

“Please kiss me,” You say softly.

Nanami inclines himself down to you just a bit more, his warm lips brushing over your own, “Beg some more f’me,” He grunts, and you feel his dick sliding out of you a bit more than before, and he thrusts right back in moments later.

That was when things started to shift. “Please?” You’re so quick to follow his words, almost without a second thought.

He frowns to mock you, “So cute. Say it again.”

“P-Please?” You moaned this time, feeling his thick inches knock into you a bit harder than before, making you choke on air for a moment.

Then, your cunt simply floods around his cock when Nanami pushes his lips to yours, groaning out a very low and very sexy, “Good girl.”

Your lashes fluttered as your eyes closed and the kiss with Nanami was slow and firm, wet and plump lips slipping over one another before your tongues connected sloppily as his pace picked up.

You got so unintentionally loud, moaning against Nanami with little to no control over the sounds escaping your lips. His name left you like a damn mantra with the way he begins to, slowly, yet roughly drive his girthy cock into your squelching cunt.

Sounds of sex filled the air, loud as it always was, yet your moaning was slightly downed out by Nanami’s deep and guttural groans. That, along with the lewd sounds of your pussy just slobbering around his shaft.

Nanami’s lips pried from yours at some point and your eyes rolled to the back of your head when his dick simply clobbered into your gummy walls, the wet slap of his thick base to your cunt echoing throughout the room. 

“You’re one perverted girl, y’know that?” Nanami suddenly pointed out as he pushed himself up a bit. His hand releases yours and the man sits back on his heels, placing those large hands of his to your upper thighs and then giving your body a tug.

A pornographic moan is ripped from your throat as his cock is felt impossibly deeper inside you. The slight change in positioning made Nanami penetrate so much further inside you, your pussy squeezing around the man ridiculously tight as he ups his thrusts.

Your entire body twitches when his thumb is felt at your clit, rolling such slow but painfully pleasurable circles around the sensitive but.

“M-My god-,” You gasp, your back arching off the bed, “M’gonna cum, s-shit… K-Kento-,”

“Mhm,” Nanami hums, biting his lip for a moment at the sight of your breasts jerking forward with his each thrust, “I knoww,” He coos, “Cum on my cock, lemme’ feel it, darling.”

The harsh smack of his pelvis to yours as he fucked his length into you filled your ears. You couldn’t think for a moment, couldn’t see, drool was dripping down out of the corner of your mouth, and his name rolled off your tongue more times than could be counted as your orgasm crashed over you.

Your legs tried to close around him but his free hand prevented that action as it was placed on your thigh, keeping you spread open for him. Instinctively, your hand reaches down to where his thumb was driving you over the edge and you try stopping the touch, overstimulation clouding your mind.

“C’monn, don’t push me away, pretty girl,” Nanami hushes out.

His voice made the entire thing so much worse. And he knew it too, he could feel how your cunt twitches and clamps around his already slick member, knowing his tone and words made you wetter than you were.

Your hands continue to try and move his hands away from your clit, wanting just a second to try and collect yourself. That was when Nanami decided now was a good time to revisit his thoughts from earlier.

There was a previously disregarded tie lying idly on his bed not too far from the two of you. One hand remains on your clit, driving you absolutely insane as his other hand reached for the tie.

You didn’t even realize what was happening until the pressure from your clit was suddenly lifted and your hands were brought together. You let out a filthy cry of pleasure as Nanami leans his muscular body over yours, pinning your hands up and above your head.

He shakes his head at your expression and his hips just don’t stop pounding his hefty cock into you, the bed beginning to rock with his each thrust. “Kinky woman you are.” He comments, “You probably wanted this to happen, huh? S’that why you were being so disobedient?”

A slight smile pulls at the corner of your lips, the sight not going unnoticed even through your fucked out expression. “M-Maybe, ah, fuuck…” You moaned out, “B-But, haah… y-you’re the one who-, m-mmmh… wanted t-to tie me up, aagnh-, a-anyways…” You get out, your words slurred and broken due to his heavy balls slapping against your skin as he bottomed you out.

You felt a fabric wrapping around your wrists, the feeling of being restricted completely foreign to you.

Nanami scoffs and his ability to fuck you and tie your hands up at the same time genuinely amuses you. “Oh? Someone’s quite talkative now,” He teases, clearly mocking how just a few minutes ago the most you could get out was his name.

You bite your lip hard for a second, trying to keep a whimper in whilst Nanami’s hand squeezes around your tied wrists, pinning you down to the bed while he begins rolling his hips down into yours, again making you really feel his every inch and vein.

“Ha-ahh… fuck, s-shut up,” You babble out.

Nanami cocks a brow at you, “I’d love to see you try and make me.” He tests, leaning down so that his lips ghost your own, “Shut me up, go on-,”

His words cut off suddenly as you purposefully close your walls around him, using what little strength you have in you to do so. The man moans at the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock so suddenly, completely eating his words to you.

You flash a lustful smile at him, “Mgh… You were saying?” Your words are still breathy but even so, your confidence turned the man on like crazy.

Nanami bites his bottom lip and then scoffs, “Do that again ‘nd see what happens,” He challenges.

And who were you to not accept said challenge? Again, you clench around Nanami’s dick but this time, you’re all too quickly put in your place.

He lets go of your pinned hands, pulling the tie from you as he leans up and tosses his head back with an almost annoyed groan. “I had no plans on actually fucking you like a slut but,” He rolls his head back into place and meets your eyes for only a moment, “Seems’ like a brat like you needs to be put in her place.”

The tie that’d been around your wrist is brought up to the man’s mouth as he holds it there while moving. Your body is rapidly manhandled and Nanami pulls out of you for just a moment to flip you over. He then lifts your hips and forces your back into an arch.

After which, you moan loudly into the mattress as he thrusts his cock back into you. Then, your wrists are taken into his hold again, quickly crossed over one another behind your back, and then tied together.

And if that wasn’t enough, once your hands are firmly tied together, Nanami reaches over for something you don’t see. You don’t get a chance to mentally process the way he takes his belt and moves it to loop around your neck, using that to tug your head up from the mattress as his hips beat into your ass.

Your eyes widened, air and your voice left your throat completely, and you felt so stupidly cockdrunk in what felt like seconds. Your hands were tied behind your back, and the upper half of your body was forced up by a belt that wasn’t pulling you too tight but tight enough for you to have zero control.

“K-Kento, f-fu-uck… p-please-,” You whimpered as you felt his massive tip just pound into your sweet spot, making your eyes cross in lust.

Nanami scoffs and tugs you back enough so that he can speak into your ear, “Please what?” He grunts, “I thought you wanted me to shut up?”

His voice is so damn low now, almost lower than before? It’s husked in arousal and you could feel his cock twitching inside you.

“M’sorry,” You whine, “Ohfuck, f-fuck… Kento, mmmh… m’cumming, s-shit-,” It came so unexpectedly, your release coating his member in a messy slick as he fucked you from behind.

He chuckled suddenly and your eyes rolled back when he suddenly moved his free hand to shove two fingers into your mouth, “Give it to me, love,” He whispered so sweetly despite his hips crashing into yours so angrily.

Your jaw just fell and his fingers dove deeper into your mouth, drool and spit leaking out your mouth as you moaned and groaned around his thick digits. Your entire body spasmed and twitched as instead of just experiencing an orgasm, a different, but familiar, sensation takes over and you squirt unexpectedly.

Nanami groaned deeply against your ear, “Fuuuuck… You-, mgh… hah, messed’ up my sheets, pretty girl,” He points out, as if the fabric wasn’t long since soiled since he brought you into the bedroom.

You couldn’t respond to him. Your legs were shaking, an airy whine was leaving your lips, your throat trembled as the sound left you, and your eyes squeezed shut. Nanami let up on you after that.

His fingers leave your mouth, you choke out a staggered exhale, and his hand releases the belt, allowing your body to go forward and limp in front of him. His hands then find comfort on your hips and his thrusting slows only a bit to give you a moment's rest.

You’re moaning weakly into the sheets and your tied hands are trying to reach back and feel the man. Nanami, feeling pity for you, grabs ahold of one of your hands as he continues to stroke your insides juust right.

“Did’ so good for me, darling.” He praises, “So fuckin’ good.” His words left him in pants and you could tell you weren’t the only one feeling drained.

You found the strange sense of comfort wash over your body whilst he slowed his thrusts but kept holding your hand. While his thrusts grew slower, they also grew harder. Slow and harsh jerks of his hips into your ass just made you so dumb, his well-defined pelvis felt clashing into your ass over and over and over.

His stamina was top-notch, something you could hardly keep up with anymore.

“K-Kento… mmmh… s-so-, oh… s’deep…” You mumbled into the bed, missing the way he smiles softly at your fucked out state.

Nanami shrugs a bit, “Could’ go deeper if you want.”

You shook your head no amusingly fast. “N-No, you’re… aah… you’re de-eep enough…” Your words were coming out in broken moans and a tear slipped out of your eye as you simply took what he gave you.

The man chuckled, “Uhuh, I bet I am…” He mocked.

You wish you would have argued with that but your brain was too fuzzy with lust, arousal, and satisfaction that you couldn’t think straight. 

Nanami took his other hand that wasn’t holding yours and placed it on your ass, spreading you apart slightly so he could get a good look at the mess you’ve made of his cock. The sight was like no other, it made his breath hitch.

“Shit,” Nanami cursed, “Such a messy girl…” He points out, then tosses his head back as he feels you pulse around his shaft. “You’re gonna make me cum if you keep-“

You move slowly, with the last of your energy to force your hips back to meet his heavy thrusts. Then, you turn your head and meet Nanami’s gaze.

Good lord that man was sexy. He was sweaty, his eyes were so low and clouded in this dazed stupor, lips parted with pants leaving him, and his abs were so clearly tensed.

His thrusting slowed and slowed until he came to a half-stop, watching the way you fucked yourself back on him. Nanami lets out a grunt, then a groan, like a really deep pussy-throbbing groan that let you know he was close. That, and you felt him grasp onto your hand tighter, his mouth shutting as he grits his teeth and furrowed his brows.

Even fucked out, if there’s one thing you still knew how to do, it was how to have lazy sex (Choso was to thank that for that). You rolled your hips as you continued your movements, feeling his cock glide in and out of you so smoothly.

Nanami lets out a moan and then suddenly grabs onto your hips, quickly pushing you so that his member slipped out of you before allowing himself to cum on your ass.

Somewhere deep deep down inside, you wished he came inside you but, you knew you needed to start being more careful. You’ve had sex with too many men to simply let the majority of them cum inside you. In the chance that you were to get pregnant, you wouldn’t want to have to go through the stress of figuring out whose it is.

That thought aside, Nanami was quick to untie your wrists and then lean his body over yours. You pushed yourself up just barely using your elbows so that your faces could meet and it seemed like you both had the same thing in mind, moving to share a sweet and sensual kiss.

You felt as the bed dipped a bit on your left side, Nanami’s right hand going to caress your obviously tired body as he kissed you.

When he pulls away, his eyes are gentle on yours, “You did so good for me,” He whispers.

Those words make you smile sleepily, “Did I?” You murmur back to the man.

He nods, “Mhm,” He then gives you another peck, “Now that that’s done,” Nanami shifts to kiss your forehead and then leans away from you, “Let me clean you up.”

In no world would you have been allowed to protest against that as Nanami was quick to move to act on his words.

In terms of aftercare, you think you’ve experienced the best of the best but… Nanami is just…

Well, you’re not sure any of the men you’ve dealt with have not only given you a bath but also massaged your feet as if they were a damn professional. Then, if that wasn’t enough, Nanami didn’t even allow you to lift a finger for the remainder of the night.

He asked if you wanted to stay or if you wanted him to take you home and after you settled on the first option, Nanami not only insisted that you sleep in his bed but also made sure you were completely taken care of.

Before allowing you to drift off to sleep, he offered you tea, meds, and even food-- all of which you sleepily denied, telling him you’d be fine until the morning. He then insisted that you take at least one of the offered items, to which you settled on the tea.

.　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆ .　 . • ☆ . ° .• °:. *₊ ° . ☆

Nanami was such a caring man. Perhaps in another life…

No, you’ve got enough drama on your own. You don’t need to add a third man to that list-

Speaking of lists…

That’s…

That’s it.

It’s over. The list of people Gojo Satoru blackmailed you into seducing to clear his debt is complete.

As this information renders to you, you are now sitting up in Nanami’s large bed, the man sitting not too far from you flicking through channels on the big flatscreen TV as you sipped on the tea he’d given you.

After today… You could just run to Choso.

Or…

Or Gojo.

You blink at your own thoughts. 

Or Gojo? What the hell? Since when was he an option? Despite you being conflicted, thinking about running to either of them to live some kind of happily ever after makes your heart feel all fluttery.

You sit back a bit, resting against the pillows behind you and you drink more of the given tea. Then, a sudden thought sparks.

“Kento,” You call, your voice as delicate as ever.

He finds some channel and when you look over to him, you notice he’s wearing reading glasses. He really is stupidly attractive without trying.

Nanami turns to you, “Yes? Everything okay?”

You grin, “Mhm, everything’s fine. I just uhm…” You swallow, “Can I ask you something.”

His eyes spark in curiosity, “Of course.”

You glance away from him, “Uh, you know who Gojo is, right?” Why did your question come out so dumb? You don’t know, you’re tired and you wanted to see if you could get even the slightest answer about that debt of his.

Nanami quirks a brow, “Gojo, as in, Gojo Satoru? Gojo the walking headache Satoru?” He grumbles.

You giggle, “Yeah, him.”

“Yes, I know him, why?” The blond asks.

You let out a sigh. There’s no reason you can’t ask Nanami about the debt right? With that thought, you look at him, “Does he owe you anything?” You ask vaguely.

Obviously, you know the answer to that since Gojo said he’s in debt-

“Owe me anything?” Nanami echoes in a confused manner, “Like what?”

Think, think, think, think-, “I mean like, does he owe you any favors?” You manage out.

“Why?” The blond deflects.

It was odd he didn’t answer the question just yet. Was he hiding something or was he truly confused?

“W-Well, Satoru owes me something so I was curious if he uh, owed things to a lot of people,” Yep, that came straight out of your ass.

You’ve gotten way too good at lying. Choso might not like that-

“No,” Nanami says.

Silence followed his answer.

No? Your brows furrowed and you chuckled, “No? No, what?” You murmured, acting as though you were questioning.

“You asked if he owed me anything, right?” Nanami shrugs, “The answer is no, Gojo doesn’t owe me anything. But I’m not surprised someone like him owes you something,” He jokes.

You just blink.

Did you hear all that correctly?

What…

What the hell does that mean??

If Gojo doesn’t owe Nanami anything, why the fuck did you just sleep with him? Well, it’s not like you regret it or anything, the sex was great but…

What the fuck is going on??

Nanami suddenly snaps his fingers, “You alright?”

You blink out of your thoughts, “Y-Yeah. So wait,” You return to your questions, “Satoru’s not in debt with you or anything?” You ask, receiving a confused stare from Nanami. To make yourself not seem weird, you quickly add on, “L-Like he is with me?”

Nanami laughs a bit, “I’m afraid not. I wouldn’t even allow Gojo to owe me anything, he’d never pay it back knowing him. Even so, is everything okay with you and him? Do you need help getting him to pay the debt he owes you-“

“N-No,” You unintentionally cut off, “Sorry, thanks for offering to help but uhm,” You turn your head to face forward, losing yourself in deep thought, “I’m fine. I’ll uh, figure things out with him myself.”

Nanami gazes at you for a long moment and then he brushes the topic off, turning back to the TV.

You, on the other hand, have never been this damn confused in your life. Why… Why would Gojo make you sleep with Nanami if he doesn’t owe him anything?

What if… What if Gojo really is just an asshole after all? What if you just forgot who the hell that man was?

You must have.

Yeah, you forgot. This is the same man who’s threatened you numerous times. You’ve been blinded. You forgot why Gojo really said he was doing this to you.

Forget the debt of his.

Forget those stupid and bullshit lies of him claiming to love you.

Fuck his stupid ass tears and confessions.

Screw this damn diamond necklace that still lay around your neck at this very moment.

Fuck Gojo Satoru.

That’s the same man who said from the very beginning…

He only started the list, because he was bored. How’d you forget? To him, it was all just a fucking game, remember?

‘And what better entertainment than watching Shoko's roomie get slut-shamed by the whole school?’ You forgot about that.

Your heart caves in your chest and you feel this twisted and burning feeling well up inside you. Before you settle on hating Gojo again, you want clear and direct answers.

R-Right?

Shit. You can’t stop the flashing and haunted memories of his sobbing. Why would he cry like that if this was all just a game to him? Does he just regret it that bad? Did he want you to feel sorry for him?

Shit. You hate this. You want to cry and scream at the same time. 

Replaying his soft words makes your heart ache. No matter what happens, even through death, my heart will always beat for you.

But then, replaying his other words brings anger to your veins. I want the whole school to see what a fucking slut you are.

So…

Which statement is the real Gojo? Which words poured from his lips hold the truth? 

Does he actually love you or… have you just been a pawn in his fucked up little game all this time? A piece to his twisted puzzle? Or, the missing fragment to his fractured heart?

What is it that you symbolize in the eyes of Gojo Satoru?

Now that the list is over, you’re left with two final options.

A. Demand Gojo to explain himself even though the chances of that being successful are slim to none.

Or;

B. Forget Gojo, free your mind, & run to the man who’s freakishly devoted to you; Choso Kamo.

The choice was yours.

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙙

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For valentines, what happens if reader gets a secret confession but it’s not from the jjk man who was going to confess? Would they be jealous? Confess anyway? Not confess?

JJK Men: Secret Admirer

• — You receive a Valentine's Day gift from an anonymous person but they have deeper feelings for you.

๑ Featuring: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kento Nanami, Choso Kamo, Toji Fushiguro and Ryomen Sukuna.

๑ Content: Fem!Reader, SFW, relationship not established, fluff

๑ a/n: First, thank you very much to everyone who sent an ask with suggestions, I really was super happy reading each one of them and I intend to write them soon. Second, I should have posted this sooner but I ended up getting too busy (*crying*) anyway, I hope you like it. It was a little long but that's a detail.

⸺ㅤGOJO

Gojo was extremely happy and confident when he saw you approaching him with a heart-shaped box of chocolates. He never imagined that you also had the idea of waiting to confess on Valentine's Day, let alone that you would reciprocate his feelings. However, the wide smile gradually faded as you told him about the box of chocolates and the anonymous note that were mysteriously left on his desk. He could barely conceal his obvious disappointment, but he would maintain his usual laid-back attitude. Gojo became curious to learn more about the sudden confession, likely from one of his coworkers, and even tried to joke about it, hiding any jealousy behind his charm and confidence. But believe me, he'll spend quite a few days looking suspiciously at all his fellow sorcerer colleagues (just like that scene of him on the plane). He might even encourage you to follow your feelings, but always saying that you're capable of achieving something much better, like him, for example.

⸺ㅤGETO

Geto would be more reserved in expressing his feelings about this, but deep down, he would feel a twinge of jealousy and disappointment. Geto couldn't help but feel uneasy when he saw you with a bouquet of flowers in your hand while enjoying their fresh scent, and the card in your hand did not go unnoticed by him. He would try to maintain a calm facade, but could subtly show signs of discomfort. When you mentioned that you didn't know who had given them to you because it was signed anonymously, Geto couldn't help but let out a low scoff. Nevertheless, he was determined to invite you to dinner at the best restaurant in the area, and if you accepted, you can be sure that he would pick you up at your house with an even larger and more beautiful bouquet than the one you received from your secret admirer.

⸺ㅤNANAMI

Nanami would maintain a calm posture, seeming almost disinterested, but inside, he would feel a twinge of sadness and jealousy. When Nanami found her in the corridors of Jujutsu High, he almost couldn't hide his surprise when he saw you wearing the same necklace he was thinking of buying for you as a gift when he decided it was the right time to bring his own feelings to light. Nanami was courteous, complimenting how well the necklace suited you, which he always imagined when he saw the jewel in the jewelry store's window. Nanami was even more surprised when he heard her recount that the jewel, along with a Valentine's Day card and a beautiful bouquet of flowers, had been left at the entrance of her apartment by some delivery person. You also mentioned being was afraid of the gifts precisely because they were anonymous and the anonymous person knew your address, but the jewel was so beautiful and looked so good on you that it was impossible not to wear it. Nanami was quick to warn you about how dangerous this situation could be, trying not to let his imprudent jealousy show and trying not to be affected by the adorable pout you made while quietly repeating how beautiful the necklace was. After that incident, he probably wouldn't confess his own feelings immediately, but you can expect to be presented with the same piece of jewelry the next day by Nanami while he tries to maintain a stoic demeanor and disguise it as much as possible, saying that he noticed how much you liked the piece. I can say that he felt the once dormant butterflies in his stomach stir when you asked him for help putting the necklace around your neck.

⸺ㅤCHOSO

Choso would be sincere about his feelings and would express his sadness directly, but lovingly. Choso didn't even know about the particular celebratory date, and discovering it when asking about the cute puppy plush and heart-shaped card you were carrying might have been somewhat disheartening for him. Choso is emotionally open and loyal, so even though it left him vulnerable, he didn't hesitate to confess his own feelings after your brief explanation about Valentine's Day and your gift from a possible secret admirer. "I would have bought gifts and cards for you myself if you had told me about Valentine's Day earlier...", those puppy eyes looking at you so truthfully that words couldn't even escape his lips. "If I had confessed first, maybe they wouldn't have gifted it to you before me". You could easily hear the guilt and regret in his voice. However, your comforting words soon dispel all of Choso's sadness. And later, when you find the plush you received from the anonymous sender with its head torn off, Choso will be hiding a smug little smile as he remembers what he did.

⸺ㅤTOJI

Toji would likely react with a mixture of indifference and jealousy disguised as a joke. When Toji saw you with the chocolates and the red card in your hands, he didn't care much because he didn't even remember it was Valentine's Day. All he did was steal some chocolates from the box when you weren't around, and only after eating at least half of the box did he read the note next to it. Toji would try not to show too much emotion, so when you returned, he had to disguise his jealousy. "A secret admirer, huh? When your little boyfriend decides to reveal himself, tell him not to buy cheap crap for you. Even I wouldn't be able to buy such a lousy chocolate to give to someone as a gift." He wouldn't confess directly, but later that day, he gave you another box of chocolates that were even better than the ones you received from the anonymous sender. However, when you opened the box, half of those chocolates were missing too.

⸺ㅤSUKUNA

Sukuna would act with arrogance and disdain, trying to belittle the other's confession and show that he doesn't care. You were rereading the Valentine's Day card you received, with a beautifully handwritten poem for you, and what intrigued you the most was that it was signed anonymously. Although you quite enjoyed having a secret admirer, feeling like a protagonist from one of the books you often read. When Sukuna finds you, your silly smile doesn't go unnoticed by him. He approaches you curiously and, despite your protests, snatches the delicate card from your hands. As he reads the poem dedicated to you, Sukuna feels a painful twinge of jealousy and even a dark desire to uncover the author of the confession. Without much thought, Sukuna easily tears the card apart, tossing the crumpled pieces onto the ground as he ignores your protests. "What's your problem? Why did you do that?" You angrily question as you bend down to gather the remnants of your poem. Sukuna would feel another pang of jealousy; "I'll rip the hands off the worm who wrote this garbage so they can never write crap again", he would think.

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed it, forgive me for possible mistakes🩷