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THINK I WANNA HAVE YOUR BABY w/Jujutsu Kaisen

( TW ) f!Reader, Breeding kink, unprotected sex, cream pie, cum inflation, hair pulling, sex toys, overstimulation, stepdad!Toji, daddy kink, overstimulation

Featuring: Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro, Geto Suguru & Choso Kamo

authors note: repost bc tumblr took it down for no reason...

☾ GOJO SATORU

“Fuck Love, you’re sucking me so good.” Satoru groans, struggling to not crash the car. During dinner, you two kept passing each other such heated looks that even your friends commented on the tension. Earlier today, you got a notification from your health app that you were ovulating. Satoru jumped on you as soon you told him, he wanted to stay in all day and fuck, but your guys’ friends blew up his phone reminding him of the promises you both made to them. After dinner you couldn't keep your hands off each other, you were desperate for his cum and Satoru was desperate to breed you. “Don’t cum ‘Toru.” You warn before sticking his cock back in your mouth. “Can’t help it Love, mouth too fuckin’ good,” he says, sighing in relief when he pulls onto your street, clicking the button in his car that opens the garage. He barely has the chance to take the keys out of the ignition before you pull him out of the car. “Don’t have time to make it up to the bed, just fuck me right here.” You demand, leaning over the car and presenting Satoru with your ass. Satoru pulls your dress up and shoves his cock into your pussy. He reaches over your hip to stimulate your clit. “‘Toru, just cum in me, I don't care ‘bout gettin’ off.” You move your ass in perfect sync with his hips. “You sure Love–” “Breed me ‘Toru!” You moan, feeling his cum fill you up. You drop your head to the still-warm hood of the car, finally able to catch your breath now that his load was deep in your cunt. “C’mon Love, let's finish this in the bedroom.” 

☾ TOJI FUSHIGURO  

You peak over the corner of the hallway, winking at Toji who was busy talking to your mother. ‘Come fuck me.’ Your mouth once you catch his attention before running back up the stairs, careful not to make any noises. You told your mom that you weren't feeling well, that during the drive back from college you must’ve caught something. In all honestly, you just wanted a chance to freely fuck your stepdad without your mother coming in and out of your room. Specifically, you wanted to be bred by him, and the best way to keep his cum in you was to use several pillows and put them under your ass so his cum didn’t spill out, hence why you didn't want your mom to barge into your room. Thank God she's a germaphobe. You strip out the Pj set you threw on and lay yourself face down, ass up. Your stepdad’s favorite position. As expected, you hear your stepdad softly shut the door a few minutes later. “Desperate now, are we?” He grips your hips. “Always desperate for you Daddy.” you mumble into the bed. “Huh,” he slaps your ass before pulling you up by the hair. “Didn’t hear you slut.” “Said ‘m always desperate for you Daddy, even prepared myself with the dildo you bought me.” You whimper. “Such a good girl,” He pulls his hard cock out of his slacks, gives it a few tugs before stuffing your cunt to the brim. “Now take this dick slut.” He pushes your head down into your lilac duvet. You try and fail to be silent when his dick hits that special spot every time he goes deep enough. “You okay in there, y/n?” You hear your mother's muffled voice through the door. You clench down on your daddy's dick in surprise, causing him to fuck you faster. “Y/n?” “Y-yes mom, I'm fine, just go away p-please.” You gasp out, throwing your head back into the bed in ecstasy when you hear her mumble and walk away. “Daddy, 'm cumming! Cum with me!” You whisper-yell. “Gonna fill this pussy, get you so full of my seed you can never leave this house again.” He grunts, slamming into you at a bruising pace. “Yes, please Daddy, fill me up!” You orgasm and Toji follows suit, filling you with so much cum it spills out.  

☾ GETO SUGURU 

“I'm so full Sugu.” You mumble, dazed. You fight the urge to close your eyes and fall back into Suguru’s big, warm chest. “Wake up sweet girl. ‘M not done yet.” He mumbles into your sweaty neck. “B-but Sugu–” “Shush Lovebug, one more time.” Suguru looks over your shoulder to see where you two are connected. He plugged you up good, but after so many loads a trickle of his cum slowly travels down his almost empty balls. “O-one more.” You grab his chin and kiss him sweetly. He rubs your noses together before grabbing your hips and moving you down the shaft of his cock. He pays close attention to not pull you over the tip of his cock. You hold onto your stomach, feeling it protrude slightly more than normal, Sugu’s cock and cum inflating you. You feel like a cum filled, flesh light as Sugu moves you to his liking. It’s hard to believe he has more cum in him. “Fuck Lovebug, you feel so warm and tight.” He mummers, giving you a few more neck kisses. You lean closer into him. Right now, you want to live in his skin. “Love you Sugu, can’t wait ta have your baby.” “I Love you too, can’t wait to see you carryin’ my child.” He grips your hips tighter at the thought.  “‘bout to fuck another load into you sweet girl, you wan’ it?” “Yes please, more than anything.” You rest your head back into his shoulder. He shrugs at your head until your mouth is close enough to kiss. He slams your hips down and cums as you two make out and whisper sweet nothings. 

☾ CHOSO KAMO

“Again, Baby.” Choso holds the vibrator to your clit. You arch your back and forget the fact that you have nipple clamps on. You scream when the clamps move. Your entire body is sensitive, Choso came up with the idea to simulate you to the max when you said you wanted to have his baby, that you wanted him to breed to and fill you to the brim with his cum. You readily agreed to his idea because you knew that the more orgasms you had the better chance you had to get pregnant, something about the virginal walls relaxing when women orgasm. Now though, you’re regretting it. Choso’s been holding the vibrator on your clit for the last hour and every time you think you’ve gone numb to the sensation; he finds a way to make you cum harder than the last. “N-no Choso, ‘m done down, I've cum as I can, wan’ you to fuckmenow!” You slur your words, the pleasure making you lightheaded. “One more Babygirl.” He soothes you, rubbing your stomach and imagining what you’d look like full of his cum. Beautiful, you’d look beautiful. “At least fuck me while you give me another orgasm!” You argue, staring at him with glossed-over puppy eyes. Choso gives in and situates himself between your legs, still holding the vibrator over your clit. You sigh happily when he sets the vibrator down and thrust his cock in you. You thought you were completely numb down there but the feeling of Choso thrusting into your hole that’s been contracting nothing felt godly. Adding that with the vibrator that he put back on your clit, you come immediately. “Choso!” You scream clenching around him so tight he can’t help cumming. “Fuck! ‘M filling you up so good baby!” 

r/ATIA for WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen  

More: Fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, dubcon, piss kink, necrophilia, manhandling, choking, coercion, teacher x student, power dynamics, blackmail, threesome, Cuck!Gojo, drinking. unedited

Featuring: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru

PART 2

r/fuckingmystudent posted by u/Nanami_Kento 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to recall the events that lead you to get your brains fucked by your professor. He caught you filming a video for your Onlyfans in his class. So, he took your phone and asked you to meet him in his office after class. There, he forced you to unlock your phone and show him what exactly you were recording. It was utterly humiliating and watching him, watch you, finger yourself with a pen underneath the desk. After, he’d told you that he’d tell the dean you were getting off on his voice lecturing you unless you did something for him.  Which led you ass up on his desk, trying your hardest not to make a peep as his fat cock slammed in and out of you. “Now, what I'm going to do is take out my cell,” He grunts, rolling his hips deep into you. “And record you slamming your ass onto my cock so if you decide to open that sweet mouth of yours, I'll have no choice but to send this video to mommy and daddy back at home, understand?” You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the threat or incoming orgasm, probably both. “Say ‘Yes, Professor!’ and maybe I'll send you the video so you can post it and feed yourself this week.” 

r/peeinginher posted by u/choso_Kamo 

Ankles beside your head, Choso had you folded in half as he pounded into your swollen cunt. He’d been going for what felt like hours and you were about to reach another peak when he abruptly stopped. “Choso?” you rasp, voice raw from screaming. “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, staring up at him as he stares down at your glistening cunt. He just tilts his head and continues to stare. You’re about to ask again when he blinks from whatever trance he is in and starts thrusting in and out, slower this time. “Nothin’ baby, jus’ gotta piss.” “T-then stop and go, hm–” you gasp when he pushes your legs down further. “Stop and go to the bathroom Cho.” you try to pull his hands off your calves. Choso tightens his hold and grins down at you. “C-Choso?” “Why would I get up when I have a perfectly capable toilet right here.” Is all you hear before you suddenly feel a foreign warmth in your cunt followed by wetness trickling out your pussy.  

r/askinghertoplaydead posted by u/Ryomen_Sukuna 

“You wan’ me to do what?” You ask, staring up at him from your position between his legs. “I asked you to stop suckin’ my cock and hang off the bed like a drugged-up bitch on her last life.” He stares at you with a look that tells you he isn’t truly asking. “B-but ‘Kuna—” He grabs your throat. “Don’t you wanna make me happy, hm?” You grab the hand around your neck. “Mhm.” “This ‘ll make me happy, little girl,” He plants a firm kiss on your lips. “Now do as I told you, actually I’ll do it, I know you aren’t the best at following orders.” He says before pushing you back like a ragdoll. “Yes, now lay there, don’t move, don’t speak.” Sukuna reiterates, finally satisfied with your position, naked on your stomach with your head hanging off the bed. He wastes no time shoving his big cock into your cunt. You groan from the sudden intrusion “Kuna!” “Shut up, dead bitches don’t fuckin’ make sounds.”  

r/forcinga3some posted by u/Gojo_Satoru 

“Sit on his cock love,” Gojo demands, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto Suguru’s lap. “S-Satoru!” “’ Toru!” You and Geto screech at the same time. “C’mon guys, it’s fine I don’t mind, Loosen up!” Gojo looks at you on his best friend's lap and his cock twitching underneath his pants. He palms it. Don’t worry, we’ll have our turn. “I know you two want to fuck, c'mon! Do I really have to pull it out and shove it up your tight cunt?” Goji grits out, increasingly frustrated when the two of you stare at him like a pair of deer in headlights. “Baby, I-it was just a truth or dare question!” Your head aches and you put both of your hands on Suguru’s broad shoulders to stable yourself, trying and failing to ignore his hard under your panty-covered pussy. “Was it? So, you aren’t wet right now? And you Suguru? You aren't rock fucking hard at the thought of fucking the same pussy I cum in every night?” Gojo raises his eyebrow holding eye contact with you until you look away, face flushed. Suguru sighs, throwing his head back with murmured ‘fuck this.’ before grabbing your waist. “Yes! That’s what I thought. Ha!” Gojo laughs, watching as Suguru starts grinding you down on his bulge.  

r/ATIA for WHAT!? w/Jujutsu Kaisen  

More: Fem!Reader, dark & explicit content, dubcon, piss kink, necrophilia, manhandling, choking, coercion, teacher x student, power dynamics, blackmail, threesome, Cuck!Gojo, drinking. unedited

Featuring: Nanami Kento, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna, Gojo Satoru

PART 2

r/fuckingmystudent posted by u/Nanami_Kento 

Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to recall the events that lead you to get your brains fucked by your professor. He caught you filming a video for your Onlyfans in his class. So, he took your phone and asked you to meet him in his office after class. There, he forced you to unlock your phone and show him what exactly you were recording. It was utterly humiliating and watching him, watch you, finger yourself with a pen underneath the desk. After, he’d told you that he’d tell the dean you were getting off on his voice lecturing you unless you did something for him.  Which led you ass up on his desk, trying your hardest not to make a peep as his fat cock slammed in and out of you. “Now, what I'm going to do is take out my cell,” He grunts, rolling his hips deep into you. “And record you slamming your ass onto my cock so if you decide to open that sweet mouth of yours, I'll have no choice but to send this video to mommy and daddy back at home, understand?” You nod, tears forming in your eyes from the threat or incoming orgasm, probably both. “Say ‘Yes, Professor!’ and maybe I'll send you the video so you can post it and feed yourself this week.” 

r/peeinginher posted by u/choso_Kamo 

Ankles beside your head, Choso had you folded in half as he pounded into your swollen cunt. He’d been going for what felt like hours and you were about to reach another peak when he abruptly stopped. “Choso?” you rasp, voice raw from screaming. “What’s wrong, baby?” You ask, staring up at him as he stares down at your glistening cunt. He just tilts his head and continues to stare. You’re about to ask again when he blinks from whatever trance he is in and starts thrusting in and out, slower this time. “Nothin’ baby, jus’ gotta piss.” “T-then stop and go, hm–” you gasp when he pushes your legs down further. “Stop and go to the bathroom Cho.” you try to pull his hands off your calves. Choso tightens his hold and grins down at you. “C-Choso?” “Why would I get up when I have a perfectly capable toilet right here.” Is all you hear before you suddenly feel a foreign warmth in your cunt followed by wetness trickling out your pussy.  

r/askinghertoplaydead posted by u/Ryomen_Sukuna 

“You wan’ me to do what?” You ask, staring up at him from your position between his legs. “I asked you to stop suckin’ my cock and hang off the bed like a drugged-up bitch on her last life.” He stares at you with a look that tells you he isn’t truly asking. “B-but ‘Kuna—” He grabs your throat. “Don’t you wanna make me happy, hm?” You grab the hand around your neck. “Mhm.” “This ‘ll make me happy, little girl,” He plants a firm kiss on your lips. “Now do as I told you, actually I’ll do it, I know you aren’t the best at following orders.” He says before pushing you back like a ragdoll. “Yes, now lay there, don’t move, don’t speak.” Sukuna reiterates, finally satisfied with your position, naked on your stomach with your head hanging off the bed. He wastes no time shoving his big cock into your cunt. You groan from the sudden intrusion “Kuna!” “Shut up, dead bitches don’t fuckin’ make sounds.”  

r/forcinga3some posted by u/Gojo_Satoru 

“Sit on his cock love,” Gojo demands, grabbing you by the waist and throwing you onto Suguru’s lap. “S-Satoru!” “’ Toru!” You and Geto screech at the same time. “C’mon guys, it’s fine I don’t mind, Loosen up!” Gojo looks at you on his best friend's lap and his cock twitching underneath his pants. He palms it. Don’t worry, we’ll have our turn. “I know you two want to fuck, c'mon! Do I really have to pull it out and shove it up your tight cunt?” Goji grits out, increasingly frustrated when the two of you stare at him like a pair of deer in headlights. “Baby, I-it was just a truth or dare question!” Your head aches and you put both of your hands on Suguru’s broad shoulders to stable yourself, trying and failing to ignore his hard under your panty-covered pussy. “Was it? So, you aren’t wet right now? And you Suguru? You aren't rock fucking hard at the thought of fucking the same pussy I cum in every night?” Gojo raises his eyebrow holding eye contact with you until you look away, face flushed. Suguru sighs, throwing his head back with murmured ‘fuck this.’ before grabbing your waist. “Yes! That’s what I thought. Ha!” Gojo laughs, watching as Suguru starts grinding you down on his bulge.  

JJK men + texting, pt.2

JJK x gn!reader

Characters: Gojo Satoru, Choso

Rating: sfw, warnings: none, read under the cut :3

Gojo

This guy would spam you even at 3am to show you the funniest cat video he has ever seen. His texting is really similar to a teen's and sometimes uses modern acronyms you have to google. He keysmashes a lot and sends small texts instead of a long one if he wants to tell a story, which he does too often, narrating the shenanigans of the Jujutsu High. Dating him can provide you with a ton of funny stories of Yuji, Nobara, Megumi and all of the students that would make you smile and keep you entertained.

Whenever you feel like venting to him, he'll be eager to listen to you (provided he's not occupied with any mission, which of course would never stop him from caring about you and checking your messages after). He cares fixing others' moods, especially yours, so he tries his best, and also as he is clever, he has some good advice to give you most of the times. He also tries to be funny, and without much effort succeeds to make you laugh.

Gojo wouldn't hesitate to vent. He's such an open person that he feels comfortable sharing whatever bothers him. He can write whole stories of his day and why it went bad, and even this alone would help him feel better. But your support and advice would help even more. He doesn't act all too emotional though. He prefers to send a meme, and that would act as a signal that he's already better.

As for meme, Gojo Satoru is the master of memes. He knows more memes than most people do, and even makes his own templates. His favourite kinds are using popular templates for inside jokes and the newest meme trends on YouTube.

His flirting is very smooth and full of puns. He also likes to send funny and cute videos to express his liking to you. He also teases a lot, and chuckles behind his screen by himself, letting the people around him wonder why. But he's not always just silly and light-hearted. He does show his love to you, with serious words of heart. He's caring and soothing when he does so.

Gojo not liking emojis and GIFs would be too oxymoron to be true. He does love them and spams them when he feels like it. His favourite are: 😝😒😱🥴🙀👀👁️👄👁️👉👈🧍🚶🤷❤️🤣👹

Choso

He is just introduced to modern technology, but he catches up quickly. Except about his social skills though. He's shy and hesitates to text first, even though he wants to, and when you are too busy to hold your phone, your screen lights up with a slightly awkward message of his. He just wants to be close to you at all times, that's all. He's clingy by nature, but he's sweet and kind, and all he wants is to show his adoration. Sometimes he mistakes his contacts and you could find a message meant to Eso for example, but overall, he tries his best.

His protective instinct might make him a bit pushy when you vent to him. He'd tell you that he will crush the thug that made you feel bad whenever he'd find him available and likewise things that could make you feel a bit awkward, but not necessarily in a bad way. He's warm and supportive, and that overshadows any flaw he has.

Choso avoids venting at first. He wants to be strong and always ready for you, thus he finds it a weakness to show that even he has problems sometimes. But he trusts you nonetheless, so he waits until he feels sure about it, that he can finally feel like being a bit softer with himself to you.

He is not so good with memes and new generation humour, but when he sees cute edits, he rushes to send you, to make your day.

His flirting is cute, but he's not so confident about it. He's just being honest with his emotions for you. He tells you that you're one of the most important people in his life and cherishes you a lot. Sometimes he makes some cheesy attempts to sound cooler, but that's just too out of character for him. Better to stay original, right?

He usually uses heart emojis and anything that looks cute. For example: 💞❤️💓🥺👉👈❣️🤭

Hope you enjoyed :3

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — choso spending too much time on his game.

∎ — 1k ✰ fluff & slight angst (mentions of intimacy & cursing).

ⅲ — i love choso so i decided to write this. please enjoy!

the sounds of your frustrated boyfriend emitted from your shared room. he was once—again—playing the same damn game for hours at a time. he's been lacking at giving you attention, and you're starting to feel distant from the relationship. 

a feeling deep inside of your heart is crumbling down to the bare bone to the point where you don't know what to feel anymore. as you stare away from afar—silently watching choso's fingers move against the various colored buttons on the controller—the pit in your heart starts getting colder and colder, breaking and breaking until there's nothing left but an empty, black void. 

he didn't even know that you were staring at him, nor did he notice your presence. his rgb headphones were placed over his head tightly, tight enough so he couldn't hear his surroundings. 

you watched as his digits moved quicker against the buttons, signaling that he was close to finishing the game. his fingers moving quickly reminded you of the previous, intimate moments the two of you had together during the times that he actually paid attention to you. now it's just "win this win that" all week long; all month long. 

"shit." that slur snapped you back into reality, finally hearing choso's voice after two hours of him focusing on the screen that was in front of him. he took his headphones off and hung them on the stand that was located on the desk. 

choso leaned back to the point where his back was on your shared mattress—it soaking up the scent of choso in remembrance. you shifted inside of your shared room as you looked at him with glossy eyes, those starting to dry. 

"hey baby," he said, as he got up from his previous position to look you in the eyes. those eyes, those damn eyes. eyes that have been burned a different shade of purple because of looking at that screen for hours at a day. those eyes who have all the emotions in them: sadness, happiness, lust, disgust, laughter. those eyes that have been ignoring your gaze for multiple weeks at end. those eyes; choso's eyes. 

"hey, what's the matter?" he asked, resting his elbows on his knees, not breaking eye contact with you. you snapped out of reality as you stared at his eyes. 

"n-nothing." you fiddled with your fingers attempting not to break down in tears right in front of him. choso huffed, "there is something wrong. you've been ignoring me ever since i bought this new setup." 

you thought to yourself, "no, you've been ignoring me ever since you got that new setup." you attempted to say a word, but it came out in broken syllables. it's come to a point where you can't even speak to your boyfriend without breaking down. cracks were building up in that dam you created in your heart, not wanting to tell choso the truth. 

"i-i have?" you questioned. "'m so sorry, choso."to be honest, it hurt when you said his name. it's come to the point where you don't even want to say his name anymore. 

suddenly, the feeling of warmth surrounded you. you felt like you were in hell, but more peacefully. it surrounded you, everywhere. every single atom in your body succumbed to the warmth that unreasonably came to you. 

"y/n, please, just tell me." choso gripped his arms around you tighter as you sobbed into his shirt. the same shirt that you used to wear to bed. the same shirt he fucked you in for multiple occasions. the same shirt that you washed and dried just for him (and you) to wear. "you, choso." you managed to mutter out into his shirt. "you are the matter." 

you started to fist his shirt—anger was taking control now. you felt choso's eyes widened as he looked at you. those eyes of his were now saddened, but slightly confused. 

"me?" he questioned himself, almost mockingly. "yes, you!" you exclaimed, punching him on his chest with intent to leave a bruise. "what have i done, sweetheart?" he asked, putting both of his large hands on your shoulders. 

you looked at him, those now dried eyes beginning to have a slight wetness to them. "ever since you bought that game, you've been ignoring me! you've been ignoring my cooking, my offerings, my love! everything!" you let all those feelings rush out at you all at once. choso took in what you said—like the good boyfriend he was aiming to be. 

"baby, why didn't you tell me sooner?" choso asked, caressing your cheek in his hand and rubbing the excess salty tears off your face. "y-you wouldn't listen to me sooner." choso sighed, "of course i would've. you could've just turned off my game and i would transfer all of my attention over to you." 

you gulped. 

you've seen how men (especially boys) act when their game gets turned off mid-round. you saw how angry they got and how their mood would change immediately. "it would be risky." you said. "risky?" he asked with a questionable expression. "how would that be risky, baby?" he asked yet again, looking at you with now confused eyes. 

you chuckled in your hand, "you would get all cranky 'n stuff." choso grinned, "cranky? me?" you two began laughing again, savoring the moment before his game automatically went to the title screen. 

"baby, i promise i won't make the same mistake again. if i do, i give you permission to slap me." you awed, "permission to slap the choso kamo?" you questioned. he nodded his head in confirmation as you giggled and ran away from his grasp. 

"dinner is ready! don’t be late mr. choso." you said as you ran down the stairs giggling all the way down. 

he sighed into his palm that was collectively held up by his knee as he sat down. he turned off his set up and closed the door to your shared room. 

"typical y/n." he murmured to himself as he made his way down to eat your delicious cooking.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — cockwarming choso while he plays his video games.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ smut/fluff (sexual interaction, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, pet names, consensual).

ⅲ — its beginning to look a lot like christmas.

choso was a gamer. he played his video games on a regular basis, taking time off to spend with you and also to spend time with his friends virtually. 

choso was always really focused on his games before he met you. even though he’s still like that, he takes time off to spend time with his love—which would be you. 

it was nighttime during a nice saturday. you were sitting on the nice comforted sofa watching a thriller movie when you heard the sounds of frustrated groans coming from your boyfriend’s room. you continued to ignore it, because of how often he makes those sounds whilst losing a match, while you continue to watch your movie. 

approximately five minutes later, you get a text from choso. 

“come here” it read. you gulped, apparently he was not in a good mood. he would usually send you texts saying “love, would you please come here” or something of that sort. but right now, he was armed and dangerous. he was in a really sour mood. 

you turned off your phone and headed to the room where choso lurked. he glanced at you with his plum-colored eyes as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and sit. you obliged, sitting on choso’s lap while he fixated the controller in his hand and began to continue playing. 

his fingers continuously moved on the buttons, controlling the direction the character moves and what actions the character performed. you sat there, just looking at his fingers dance across the display of buttons. you unconsciously started to twiddle with your fingers: choso didn’t notice this since he was too focused on his game. 

once you finally caught onto what you were doing, the screen turned red. 

choso lost once again. 

he let out a thread of curse words left and right, bouncing off the walls and getting absorbed by the couch that sat directly behind him. “choso,” you whisper. “it’s okay, it’s just a game.” choso gazed as you—more like side-eyeing. you knew how serious he took his video games. 

“i know.” he managed to mumble out, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. you giggled at his ministrations. 

“so, why did you tell me to come?” choso sighed, “missed you. plus this game is making me pretty pissed.” you giggled yet again at his statement, seeing your boyfriend make a slight frown. “what can i do to make you un-pissed?” you questioned while still in the midst of laughing. 

choso looked serious this time, but at that same time, his eyes were filled with lust. that sentence ignited a fire inside of his that needed to be put out immediately—but it stayed burning. “sit on it.” he commanded. it wasn’t a mere statement or question, it sounded like he wanted it to be done. “it?” you questioned. “sit on my cock. be a good girl f’me, yeah?” you gulped and began to shift over enough to pull choso’s pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. he groaned at the action as his thumb slightly slid off of the base of the controller. his plum-like eyes were staring holes into you without even knowing. a grin started to plaster on his face as you watched his tip quickly meet his stomach. 

choso placed the controller down on the stand as he took two of his fingers and quickly swiped your folds. “mmm, wet for me already? i haven’t even started.” choso chuckled after the sentence as he slowly slid you down on his cock. “you aren’t wearing anything underneath either. you dirty, dirty girl.” choso cooed. you moaned as the sudden movement, but after awhile you were successfully planted on his dick. 

he kissed your temple to help distract you from the pain and began to run soothing circles around your thighs. “shh, it’s okay baby. you did amazing. now just sit here and stay quiet, m’kay?” he asked. you nodded your head, complying to his statement while he continued to play his game. 

you clenched here and there causing choso to make little grunts and groans here and there as well. you were uncomfortable so you shifted to a more decent position. choso unexpectedly let out a short loud groan. “y-you okay?” you stuttered saying, proof that you were being filled to the brim by choso’s cock. he shook his head and continued playing as you sat there in silence, slowly falling asleep on his dick. 

from there on, choso was winning matches left and right.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐎𝐍 𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇! | suguru getō + chōsō kamo

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Winning a V.I.P. meet-and-greet with your favorite alternative metal band members of all time has you over the moon! But what happens if the duo rewards you for being such a loyal supporter?!

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: metal duo! Geto + Choso x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; sex backstage of a concert - you are sugucho's #1 fan - kissing/making out - light BDSM + use of an O ring choker & leash + light choking - oral (m! + f! receiving) - fingering (f! receiving) - breast fondling + nipple play + boob-job - heavy depictions of a blowjob - orgasm denial - threesome - double penetration; anal & vaginal - table + cowgirl/backshots dp positions - praises - pet names (angel, baby, cutie, good girl, pretty girl, sweetheart, sweetie) - protected sex (psa: wrap it up, or get tf up) - cameos: Nobara, Miwa and Momo - mention of blood, spit and tears - not proofread; will do l8r.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 8.2k

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: based on this ask!! we back at it with the rare threesomes, this time with the dark-haired emos, hehe. hope you enjoy this one, i had fun writing it, & tysm for 9.6k, you rockstarssss!! —☆

“AAAAAAAAAAAA—“

“AAAAAAAAAAAA—“

“AAAAAAAI’MSOEXCITEDAAAAA—“

“AAAAAAAWE’RESOHAPPYFORYOUAAAAA—“

There was no way you could contain your excitement—particularly tonight!

The best language in the world is, without a doubt, music. It’s the most prominent universal plane that transcends the dimensions of expression, expounded upon through various genres and artistic styles, constructing melodies and rhythms for entertainment. There are multiple reasons why people love music: it helps put people in the zone, is the perfect substitute for silence, refreshes the mind and soul, serves as an emotional outlet, and so on.

To say you love music is an understatement; music is your life! You can’t eat, sleep, or breathe in this life without it, or else your life would be a lot more miserable and dull than what it is right now. Music is in your veins; it gives you the boost you need.

Especially when it’s your favorite genre: alternative metal! 

When it comes to this type of music, some people would look at you and give you the most questioning looks simply because of the word “metal” associated with it. Nevertheless, you couldn’t care less about their prejudice because they don’t understand your connection with it. They weren’t there when your first ever album for your birthday was Linkin Park’s Meteora, when you’d listen to Ill Niño while studying for AP tests during high school, singing Deftones lyrics during karaoke with your friends, or sing along to the lyrics to “Word Up” by Korn with your family listening while going on family road trips. 

To you, alternative metal was engraved into your very being, so who cares what others think otherwise? Especially right now!! 

Today will go down to be one of the best moments in your life. Why? For one, it was now the beginning of summer. You could finally hang out with your best friends – Nobara, Miwa, and Momo –to your heart’s content, with no college assignments getting in the way and done graduating! Two, because you four were so deep with college stuff and barely had time to form a voice call, your three friends pitched in together to get tickets to a band to celebrate your graduation. How sweet of them! And lastly, this was just no ordinary band, oh no, no, no. That would undermine their significance to you…for they were your all-time favorite alternative metal duo! 

Curses and Death Paintings, composed of two members, Suguru Getō and Chōsō Kamo, was a band you’ve been a loyal follower of throughout high school and college life. It started when you unexpectedly met the duo at a pub with your family, a local band performing live, and your eyes were glued to them the moment you saw them. From there, you immediately followed their socials and listened to their discography, going to that pub whenever they’d announce to perform and support them through and through. They were the first band you saw grow and grow throughout the years, attending their shows and liking and sharing their posts—heck, you even had the courage to reply to their Instagram stories. And they would actually respond back!! You had every right to be brown-nosed about them since you were loyal to them from the ground up, and you were happy to see their recognition and popularity climb to the public eye.

However, the worst thing about watching your local favorite grow popular with time is seeing their reach go farther and farther — especially when you’re stuck in your dorms on campus! Let’s be honest; you were a broke college student, and senior year was kicking your ass harder than it ever did. The moment you saw the tour announcement and the ticket prices, there was no way you’d see them this year; it was disheartening knowing that you wouldn’t see your duo this time. 

But as mentioned before, your friends came in clutch. They surprised you at your graduation party with premium front-row tickets to the Curses and Death Paintings show in the nearest city stadium, which was undoubtedly the greatest gift you received! You were in tears, even at the concert! 

Holy fuck, it was fantastic to see such a massive fanbase for your favorite band come together and scream and sing along to the lyrics; you took so many videos of you singing with the girls with an enthusiastic glow. Speaking of photos, the fact that you were in the front row was hard to grasp as it’s been such a long time since you saw Geto and Choso up close; you nearly lost your breath whenever they walked close to you on stage or snuck glances your way—Nobara could’ve sworn you died and came back, especially when Geto walked right up to you and grabbed your phone to take a pic and hand it back. 

But the cherry on top was at the very last act of the show, where a lucky person would win a thirty minute V.I.P. meet-and-greet with the duo. After getting your tickets reviewed at the front, every premium ticket owner would be given red, numbered tickets for this exact reason, and the lucky number would be showcased at the show’s last moments. And guess whose number was called up? Needless to say, you fainted on the spot, almost busting your head to the concrete floor without Momo and Miwa catching you. 

I can’t believe it! Not only were you the person who was called in your city out of all the thousand people who came here, but you were also getting to meet Choso and Geto, one of your all-time favorite musical artists—this was meant to be!

And now, you are geeking to your best friends on the phone after being pulled aside and led backstage by the security guards. You haven’t met them yet, but you can feel your body shake with starstruck and awe, wiping tears still coming down. “Guys, please, I’m too excited. I can barely keep it together!”

“That’s completely normal, dude, don’t worry!” Miwa’s face pops on the screen of Nobara’s phone, her blue hair in space buns held by spiky hair ties. “If anyone deserves to be in that meet-and-greet, it must be you. This is literally destiny!” She beams and screams with you. 

Your smile grows, and you begin calming down as you speak. “Yooo, this is so insane…What if I get like merch to bring?” You gasped. “What if I get SIGNED shit?!?!”

“If you do, whatever Choso gives comes straight to me!” It was Momo’s turn with the phone; a red makeshift mark across her face contrasts with her skin and blonde hair.  

“Hell no, get in line, girl! Better luck next time when they call your number,” you hard when the short girl calls you a bitch in giggles. You then see the phone passed to the owner, Nobara, cheesing with the biggest grin. She also has a rad mark from cheek to cheek, but she puts more effort into her eye makeup. 

“We’re so happy for you, Y/n,” the brunette says to you, the other two coming from either side to see you. “But stay safe and don’t let their handsome faces get to you too much; if anything happens, I’m kicking balls, ya hear me?”

Nodding to her words, you salute. “Loud and clear!” Then, you see a security guard come to you, a signal that you need to be ushered. “Okay, guys, I gotta go. But I love you and see you after, okay, byeee!!”

The three wave and scream farewell before you end the call and stuff your phone into your small purse, following the security guard five doors down and making a left. 

You’re giddy with every step, and your smile refuses to wipe away. It’s happening, it’s happening! You were finally seeing your favorites after all these years, face-to-face, so up and close! Nothing can top this moment at all, probably ending up to be the greatest day of your life!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“They should be here momentarily,” the security guard opens the door. “Just sit or stand here and wait for them.”

“Okay.” You nod and stride right in; the door closes behind you, the sound of the footsteps drawing away, leaving you in a coat of anticipation. 

Like a kid in a candy store, you scan around the area. You were now moved to a backstage suite that looked like a dressing and rehearsal room, with bass guitars and a drum set in one corner. There was a coffee table for water and cups in front of a low, comfy couch. To your left was the desk with a vanity mirror, black and gray makeup out, and was used by people before. Duffle bags full of clothes and towels were by you as you walked down, and the space smelt so delightful; it must be the cologne they put on before going on stage…

Your lips quiver as you sink into the couch, your purse resting on your lap. The room is filled with the faint echoes of laughter and conversation, a reminder of the bustling activity just beyond the door. Your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts, each one vying for your attention. The silence, broken only by these distant sounds, is deafening, amplifying the sense of solitude and heightening your awareness of the impending moment.

I can’t believe it. You clutched the long strap of your purse, your eyes unable to stay still as you picked up every detail of the room. The tour poster that showed the duo so cooly on the door, the gray plaid blanket next to you entailing someone must’ve taken a nap, and the magazines on the table you’ve seen in grocery stores that exhibited the two. You pick one up to examine, and your heart beats faster.

Choso, the dark brown-haired one with a mark across his cheeks and baggy eyes, shoves a middle finger at the camera, his hand tatted with the letters of “death” above each knuckle. His ear piercings shine from the lights, like his chocolate eyes, as if they’re piercing you through the cover. The other, Geto, had his left arm slouched around his companion, shoving his right middle finger with a tooth-shining grin and a wink. His slender fingers were tattooed with the word “curse,” decorated with silver rings that match his chains and piercings, and part of his dragon arm tattoo is shown. The side handle of the magazine is titled “Bring the Curse and Blood: Duo of the Year Taking this Summer by Storm.” 

A sense of pride bubbled in your stomach, getting a little emotional. You can’t help but think how crazy it is to see these same guys who used to do live shows at a local family restaurant and make little concerts in your town now become big superstars. It’s such a whirlwind to sit and comprehend now, knowing that you’ve been following these two for the longest time and have seen their growth from day one. You still have the picture of the last big show you saw them with; the premium tickets then allowed you and your best friends to take a photo with the duo after the show, the six of you doing piece signs with big smiles. The Polaroid is in a frame on your desk at home, titled “BESTIES + C&DP 2022!” and has lip marks and drawn skulls and hearts all around.

Maybe Miwa is right; no one in this stadium or city deserves to see these two in the same space as you. It’s not like you expected it to be you anyway, sure that there would be other chances. But for it to be you, their biggest fan in the entire world, to be the one to win the lottery?! You squealed into the magazine cover. This really is destiny!

“Excuse me?”

And there goes your destiny, making your heart jump to your throat! You were too deep in your thoughts that you hadn’t noticed the sound of the door opening, and in comes a man who has your breath hitched, and you’re too entranced to take a breath so suddenly.

The man with his hair pulled to his notorious pig-tailed hairstyle, wiping his face with a white towel. You noticed he hasn’t wearing the darkish-grey tee he wore on stage; the clothing held in his hands. He wore his white wife-beater that showcased his lean yet beefy arms so attractively, and your eyes trailed down from his exposed collarbone to his tightened torso. Baggy jeans with chains to complete the look and dirty Converse shoes that he removed and kicked by his bag. It’s Choso Kamo! “You’re the person who won the meet-and-greet, right?”

“Y-Yes!” You squeaked, facepalming internally; fucking lame! Spit swallowed, watching the guy take a seat by the makeup desk.

“Sorry for the wait,” he wipes his forehead. “Suguru’s busy talking with the manager about something quick, so he should be here in a minute.”

Suguru? He refers to him by his first name now; how cute! “Oh, sure…”

Then there is silence as you wait, an uncomfortable one you expected. You knew Choso wasn’t the more lively of the two, always the calm-sounded one who likes to be in the corner. And you can see that as he sits a bit away from you, checking his nails. You find it oddly adorable, honestly.

Regardless, you only have a limited time to be with these two, and the seconds turn into minutes quickly. Think, me, think! What can I do to stir up some conversation with him? Peripherals scan his figure; maybe something about him would be a good idea to discuss. And then you saw it: his left shoulder harboring a tattoo. Bingo!

“Excuse me,” he straightens up at your voice. You point to his shoulder, “Is that the one you got colored recently? I remember from the stories long back that you only had the outline done.” 

He looks at what you’re talking about. “Uhh, yeah, I got it done months ago.”

“May I see?” You crossed your fingers imaginatively and sang joyfully in your heart when the man got up and walked to where you sat, a tiny smile in victory when he sat at your right side. Now that he’s proximate, you can see his piercings exceptionally well, his helix, orbital, lobe pierced, and the tragus that matched his right ear. But that wasn’t the point; you don’t want to be caught overlooking, so you gaze at the subject at hand: his left shoulder tattoo, a black spirit that appears to be incarcerated within a tube. “Is this the ‘death painting’ one?”

“Yeah, it’s the one I have wanted to have done since high school.” Now that he’s talking about himself, he’s become comfortable sharing with you. Score! “I have similar ones with my younger brothers, but not the youngest; he’s still kinda young to get—“

“You mean Yuuji?” You hadn’t realized you spoke out of turn until the brunette looked at you with puzzlement. “I-I mean, you talk about your brothers all the time, but I kind of know of Yuuji the most.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, he’s three grades below me; he joined my high school in my senior year!” Don’t make it sound weird, don’t make it sound weird, don’t— “From what I’ve heard when I come down to town, he’s quite the athletic star! I think I heard he’s a literal track star and not too bad at baseball.” Shit, did that come out weird? You can’t tell because all you’re doing is letting out all you know and observing Choso’s face relaxing. And your heart skips a bit at the twinge of his lips. 

He chuckled, “Yeah, I’ve heard he’s doing well…He just graduated recently, excited to head to college and all that jazz.” Choso rests his head back and sighs. “I couldn’t make it to the graduation, but he said if I bring back some souvenirs and see him after his concert, I’m forgiven.” 

You giggled behind a hand. “You’re quite the older brother, huh? Looking out for the others must be so reliable.”

“Yeah…I guess so,” was it the lighting, or was there a shade of pink creeping up on his pale ears? You couldn’t tell.

“Maybe his graduation gift could be that tattoo?” You inquired, chin pointing to his shoulder again. “Just an idea.”

He hums while looking at the body design and then puts his shirt back on, noticing the gothic-style bracelets. Thank God, it was getting hard to avoid his arms. Choso looks at you and says, “I’ll keep that in mind, thank you.” you see yourself nearly being lost in his brown orbs, the purple eyeshadow too alluring.

KA-CHAA! 

“Yo, Choso, sorry ‘bout leaving you here with—“ Another voice enters the space with the sound of the door opening, and you’re finally met with the other person to complete the duo.

The other man – Suguru Geto – came into the room, a towel in one hand and a water bottle in the other. A black tank top appeared a bit loose, paired with black harem pants that were low and free with his movements—the outfit he wore on stage. His dragon tattoo is fully revealed to your eyes, from his right wrist to the top of his shoulder. Silver rings shine on his fingers, adorned with his left wrist’s wooden and leather bracelets. A hair tie and white headband neatly pushed back his spiky, raven hair, yet bangs came down to sling over his left eye. And yes, you’re taking every detail to ensure you’re not looking at his sinewy arms…

“G-Geto!” You didn’t mean to say; it slipped out!

“That would be me, yes,” his mellow voice sounded surreal to hear up so near as he walked to where you two were sitting. Then, he pauses and tilts his head. “Wait…Have we met before?”

You perked. “Yes! I took a picture with you guys like two years ago with my girlfriends!” 

“Ohhh yeahhh!” You can see the cogs of his brain work, the realization hitting him as he sits to your left after telling him your name. “I remember you. Aren’t you on Instagram who replies to our stories?”

“Yes, that’s me!!”

“Don’t you live around here, like a local?”

You nodded your head with super speed. “Mhmm, all my life!”

“Oh wow,” Choso says from behind. “You must have heard of us a lot then.”

Have I?! “Uhh, I’ve been listening to you guys, legit your biggest fan out there. I literally saw you at the very first show in the little family restaurant on the street downtown!”

Brown eyebrows raise. “You’re joking.”

“Never that.” Stone cold face, dead serious.

“What did I usually eat there?” You turn to Geto, so taken aback by his handsome face and nasallang piercing that you nearly miss his smirk. “Can’t say you’re our biggest fan and not expect a quiz.”

A challenge you took with a high chin and smile. “You would order a side of mozzarella sticks to eat when you’re done performing because you like how nice and gooey the cheese is. But if you are really hungry, you’ll get soba noodles with beer and soup dumplings to share with Choso. Who, by the way,” you poke at the mentioned other who flinches. “You don’t usually eat anything, drinking water as you perform. But you don’t mind occasionally treating yourself to the place’s root beer float or some ramen if Geto’s eating.”

Were you proud of yourself? Of course, you were. How could you not be when the men looking at you gawked with bemusement?  When your support was questioned, you had to deliver your stuff with a huff. The confidence shown in your pupils as you peered to Geto, “Any other questions?”

He blinks, and the smirk gets broader. “Plenty.”

And that’s how you were able to ease the boys into chatting with you. Before you knew it, you felt so laid back and relaxed, talking to the men about yourself and how much love you have for their music and the genre as a whole. And it fills you with glee seeing the two do the same, sharing bits of themselves that go beyond the fan-asked questions or the interviews. For example, you had known that Geto was best friends with the acclaimed actor Satoru Gojo, but you hadn’t known that they were friends with model and actress Utahime, who despises Gojo after a prank he pulled on her fourteenth birthday?! Oh my. And then, apparently, Choso knows about your friend Nobara as well?!? The girl is in the same year as Yuuji, and the two were best buddies throughout their high school years—damn, what a small world.

It was such a magical moment for you to finally talk with the two favorite men in your life and learn bits and pieces of themselves you never thought you’d imagine yourself hearing. Winning this meet-and-greet was indeed such a blessing, something you’ll never take for granted and a memory you will store in your heart forever and ever until the end of time. I can finally die happy now~~!

But alas, all good things must come to an end, hence why you’re not surprised to hear a knock on the door from their manager, Yaga. “Thirty minutes’ up,” the man behind the wooden frame says. “Sorry, miss, but these two got a long meet-up they must be at right after.”

“Okay,” you shout in confirmation. “This was more than fun, guys; I’ll never forget it. Please have fun and enjoy the rest of your tour,” you begin to check your bag and stand to excuse yourself—

“Hold on,” only for you to be stopped by Geto’s hand on your right shoulder. “I got this…Hey, Yaga, mind if we get another thirty minutes?” 

Huh!? “What?! What’s the hold-up? Is everything okay??”

“Yeah, nothing too bad; it’s just that Miss Y/n here wanted to try playing with Choso’s drums, and, well….they kinda broke the snare.” Your jaw dropped; I did what!?

“They did what??!!” Yaga, equally as baffled, opens the door ajar. “Isn’t that expensive? Do you guys need—“

“Nah, it’s fine; Choso’s helping them out since he had an extra, just in case.” Geto punches his bandmate in the shoulder; Choso is just as confused as you and his manager. 

“Y-Yeah, don’t worry about it, Yaga,” Choso comes in with the assist. “Y/n and I are just switching the old snare with the new one, but it’ll take a bit, so… another thirty minutes is alright?” 

Seconds go by where no one says anything, the anxiousness pushing you to lend to Geto’s ear to whisper. “It’s okay if I go; I don’t wanna be in the way of you two and—“

“Shh, it’s fine,” he shushes you with a finger to your lips, purple eyes still on the door to see the decision. 

“…Fine then, another thirty minutes.” The older man says the final word. “But don’t go breaking more shit, understand? Money doesn’t grow on trees.” And with that, Yaga closes the door, and his heavy footsteps wander down the hall. Geto then gets up, marches to lock the door, and returns to sit beside you.

Choso is the first to question. “So, wanna tell me why I was pulled into a lie, Geto?”

“Hmm?” Black eyebrows rise. “Why do you ask? Aren’t you enjoying our new company? I’m not ready to mingle with a group of people yet,” his hand reverts to your shoulder. “I’m way too comfortable just to let the fun end suddenly.”

Your heart skips. “Uh-Uhh, I’m totally fine with going. I don’t wanna overstay my welcome.”

“Who said you were overstaying? Besides, we have already extended your stay,” his forefinger doing circles on the shoulder of your black and grey crochet crop sweater. “So let’s enjoy ourselves for a bit, ‘kay?”

You blink once, slowly. “Geto, I don’t the—“

“You look cute.”

You hadn’t expected such a compliment to fly out and turn you to stone, his words ringing around your eardrums into your mind. “R..Really?” Your stare goes down to your outfit, something you had put much thought into coming into this concert. Along with the sweater was a black sleeveless top, a black skirt with many silver chains, garters that connect to your thigh highs, and platform boots to finish it up. Even your ears had upside-down crosses with a red gem, and then there was your—…Wait…Wait, oh no! “It broke!”

“What broke?” Choso gets closer to see. “Your collar?”

“Yeah, it’s an O-ring collar, but the ring must’ve fallen out somehow!” You’re scanning the room, trying to find the metal. Choso stands up with the taller other, but they can’t locate the lost item.

“Must’ve been lost back in the arena,” Geto says before heading to his duffel bag, rummaging through its contents before standing back up and walking back to you. “Take that off,” he points to your broken collar, watching you listen and loosen the leather off your neck. Once it’s withdrawn, the black-haired man has you turn for him to put something around your neck to substitute. “Here, look.” 

While wondering what he did, you turn to him as he brings up his phone to pull up the camera app and point it in your direction. A new item on your neck catches your attention, a hand finding the O-ring to touch the cold steel. “Are you…giving this to me?”

“Yup; it used to be Choso’s, but said it didn’t look good on him, so I wore it until I was gifted a new one.” Geto’s finger comes up to loop around the ring. “You can have it—looks pretty on you.” 

Your cheeks warm at the gesture: a gift given to you by your favorite alternative metal duo? This day couldn’t get any better. “Thank you so much,” you didn’t realize how nearby Geto’s face was until he drew in a couple of centimeters closer, and your breathing came to a standstill. “…Geto.”

“Aww, no need for the formalities. We have just gotten a little closer today,” he tugs on the collar just a bit, your nose neighboring his. “You can say my name; shouldn’t my biggest fan know it?” 

You chew on your lips, your eyelids subconsciously shielding your vision when he does the same. “Sugu..ru,” it leaves in a whisper. 

“Good girl,” you yelp at the feel of his lips on yours, the softness quickly pulling you in. There’s no way that this was happening…except that it was. You were kissing Suguru Geto alone in a room with Choso right behind you backstage at a stadium after a concert. 

Your conscience immediately snaps you awake, pulling yourself away from his mouth and covering your lips. “I-I’m sorry!” Oh, fucking shit, no way did I let him kiss me! That isn’t what you’re supposed to do in a meet-and-greet. Are you insane?!? “I shouldn’t have let that happen…!”

“Why are you apologizing? Wasn’t like I minded at all,” Geto’s hand comes and pulls you by the neck for him to place a kiss on your cheek suddenly, and the other snakes to touch your thigh. 

Wait a minute! “W-Wait, please, I don’t think this is a good idea. You—“ You gulp as his fingers knead your inner thigh, sneaking his pinky into your thigh highs. “…You have somewhere to be later.”

“That’s not until the next twenty-five minutes, so I’m not too concerned.” A blow to your ear has your breath shaky. “And my bandmate here would also love to have you to himself. Isn’t that right, Choso?”   

The one with the name is seen from your peripheral, brown eyes taking in the whole picture: his friend and peer with his hands all up and around their guest. “I..don’t think this is right, either. Isn’t this too out of left field?”

“Perhaps, but I don’t hear our baby over here saying they feel uncomfortable,” he kisses your neck and nibbles on the skin; your gasp makes Choso rigid to the sound. Geto then grabs the brown-haired one’s hand over and sneaks it inside your skirt, and your legs jolt at the contact of his fingers on your panties. “Why don’t you help around and treat our most loyal fan kindly?”

Choso swallows thickly when you moan at his fore and middle finger, slowly coming up and down on your panties, chewing his lip at the spot, becoming wetter and wetter with every stroke. And when you grab for his wrist, he stops. “Choso,” you said his name in a desperate whimper. 

“Y-Yes?”

“Can you…” What you were about to say was going to have you cross a line you never thought possible in your wildest dreams. So many thoughts are rampant in your brain, and a battle between your morality and wanton desires is colliding together. And yet, you tell the other, “…Can you please kiss me?”

Of course, his eyes widened at your request, expecting him to shut you down. However, that doesn’t happen. Instead, he leans in ever so slowly, and you happily accept his lips onto yours, moaning louder as his fingers go faster and his tongue teases your bottom lip. 

Geto observes with a snicker before sneaking his hand under your sweater to cop a feel and kiss your neck. “Now, this is a lot more interesting…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Hahhh, holy shit…This is too much…!”

“Mmmhh, damn, baby, where’ve ya been hiding these cute tits from me?” 

Here, you realized that maybe locking the door was the greatest thing that Geto had done on his part. Because there is no way you’d want someone to stumble upon you and this inappropriate scene occurring before you. 

The coffee tables were cleared up, and the glass container of water and the plastic cups were moved somewhere else to prioritize something of more importance. Or more like someone…

You lay on the table surface on your back, you low enough for the taller individuals to see you in your submissive state. Your platform boots were removed to the side, your wet panties rolled up and stuffed in Choso’s jean pocket. The man had his pig-tailed hairstyle changed, bringing his umber hair back to a man-bun so they didn’t get in the way of his craft: giving you head and patting your leaky cunt with his tongue. The feel of the wet muscle venturing around your area was utterly exhilarating, having you speak in shrills in front of Geto.

Speaking of whom, the onyx-haired one was now straddling your chest without his pants and boxers, his cock free and out for you to see in all its glory. Or rather see him bring your top down for his dick to come in between your breasts and motion it to and fro between your mounds. It was a sight you had no idea how to fully comprehend, so raunchy for your eyes that you instantly went dizzy from the sounds of skin slapping being so incredibly intimate.

The thrusts of his hips were going at a moderate pace–not too hard–because of the worry that the table might give way and fall with this tall man on top of you. So, cautiously, Geto moves in consideration of his weight on top of you while ensuring you’re feeling good—his grabby hands fondling your tits and tweezing your nipples with a tease. 

“Ohhhh, mmmph…!” You throw your head back when Choso slurps up your labia, taking all the slickness that coats your folds. “Ahhaaa, Ch-Chosoo, you’re tongue, it’s—Dahhaaa!!” Your thighs jerk at the suck of your clitoris, eyes screwing shut.

“Aww, sweetheart feeling too good from Choso…? Fuck, these tits are the best…” Gropes to your mounds have you hum, his fingers pushing them a bit together for the friction to be even more enjoyable. “Haaahh, yess…Ya hear that, Chocho? Sounds like you’re doing a good job down there…!”

The man between your legs only groans, his hands coming to your waist to bring you further down to his face. You silently howl at his tongue, swirling around the entrance of your vagina, biting your lip as he torments your nerves with the insertion. “Mmmfff, fuckin’ shit,” he curses before stuffing his tongue into you, your scent intoxicating his nostrils and fueling his drive to mess with you more. “You taste so good, sweetie…” 

It all happens at once, having your vagina be fucked and battered by the spit of Choso’s tongue that mixes with your essence, along with Geto’s erotic display of his hot length meshing together with the heat of your soft chest. His cockhead poked out, touched, and covered by the top of your sweater, nearly beckoning you to remove the material to see it up close and kiss it. 

But more laps around your clit have your hands shielding your mouth from shrieking. God, did Choso know how to work that tongue! You were barely keeping it together, shutting your eyelids so tightly that you could feel your orbs water from the tension. And it only worsens when his wet muscle solely focuses on your clit while he sneaks a finger inside your chasm to pet around your silky walls.

Oh, fucking shit! You can feel the climb, gripping the digit in anticipation and stead. You wail at the curve of the finger on your upper wall, eyebrows furrowing. “Ohhh, ohhmyGod, I’m gonna cum…!”

Or were you? “Now, hold on there, cutie.” 

Geto gets up with his erection and stands by the table, his hand wrapped around what appears to be a leash that he yanks on. And your neck is then tugged in his direction, pulling your immersion onto him. “I already had you cum on my tongue minutes ago; I wouldn’t wanna share that experience with Choso.”

Choso removes his face from between your legs at the call of his name to glare at his friend. “Asshat.” 

The so-called asshat shrugs with a sly smirk. “Ehhh, but don’t ya think it would be better to have our pretty girl here cum on your dick rather than your tongue?” He throws the leash at the other, who catches it. “Be right back; gotta get something.” 

You watch Geto walk around the table and see that he heads to his duffle bag to retrieve something again. But you don’t know what because your collar is tugged on again! This time, Choso is the owner of the leash.

“Hey,” he says low. You don’t know why, but you licked your lips once you saw his pants were drawn down, his cock sprung out from his boxers, and precum glistened the glans. “Come suck me off, yeah?” Need he say more? Your frame moves on its own to slide closer to him and his solid limb. 

You greet his cock with curiosity, your tongue meeting the crown and frenulum of his cock, lathering the skin and veins with your saliva to have him ready and wet. A hand strokes him off as your mouth prepares him before taking the glans into your mouth with a curved flick of your tongue. His cock is long and appealing, yet you don’t take in all of him, not wanting to choke.

His moans can be heard from above as you stuff your mouth with how much you can, sucking his dick with puffy cheeks and tongue nestled beneath. You continue to jerk his shaft as your head bobs up and down with an aroused hum. And your free hand finds his testicles, kneading his balls, which prompt the male to cry broken sobs. 

“—Ahhhshiiiit, uhhggg…!” You can tell he’s feeling so good, a hand finding your head to place atop. He gazes down to see you lick the precum from his urethra and paint it around his cock before taking him back into your mouth. The image of his fluid frothing to your lips and forming a slight white ring has him in a clutch, especially when you peer up to him with hooded eyes. “Jesus, you’re so good at this.”

“Really? Damn, I wish I was you right now,” in comes Geto, back with the items he was looking for. He throws a wrapper at Choso, who almost doesn’t catch it. He hands the leash back to the taller, dark-haired one as he rips the wrapper open. “Come on, angel,” Geto pulls the leash. “Get on all fours for me, okay?” 

You do as ordered, switching positions to stand on the table with your palms and knees. “Good girl,” Geto praises while opening a bottle to lather his hand with a clear substance. He throws the bottle to Choso and uses his dry hand to lift your skirt. “Stay still for me, okay?” A curt nod is given, and he goes ahead and places the lube around your slit and anus.

You jolt at the coldness of the liquid, yet you embrace the feeling as you’re aware that it’ll be necessary in minutes. His slender fingers writhing around your labia and inserting one into you as you gasp. But you were balling fists when he prepared your asshole next, the digits dancing around the foreign area before inserting them inside the puckered hole. “I know, sweetheart, but we don’t want to go hurting you or tear up some blood. Gotta be careful…”

Another nod sends the note of your cooperation, and wobbly breaths leave your lungs as your hole is stretched by the fingers fidgeting around. 

“There we go, all lubed up nicely,” Geto coaxes. “Ready, Choso?”

“Yeah,” confirmed the other, removing his jeans and boxers to expose his legs fully as he lay on the couch, his cock now shielded with a condom. And Geto does the same, opening a wrapper of his own.

“Okay, baby,” Geto pats your shoulder. “Go ahead and mount him.”

You listen to him and finally get off the table surface, your knees stinging a bit until you maneuver to straddle on top of Choso; his lengthy cock is kind of intimidating to the eye — and the twitch of your pussy. Nevertheless, you breathe in and lift your pelvis until the tip of him meets your labia, and you gently push down to have his penis inserted inside.

Whining at the addition of him, you slowly but surely descend your hips downward until you meet the hilt. The sensation of your walls squeezing around him makes quivers travel up your shoulders. Using this moment to adjust to the foreign limb inside you, you steady your breathing before the next one is added.

This happens when Geto places his hands on your waist to massage you. “Bend for me, angel,” he coos, and you do so with your face drawing near Choso’s. Your heart runs laps from how adjacent you are to the two, so closely acquainted that it’s hard to believe. 

Geto aligns his cock for the tip to meet your asshole; the lube applied earlier helped make the insertion easier to do. He gradually brings every inch of his girth into you, your wails more high-pitched from the stretch. Once he thinks he’s entirely inside, he begins to move.

However, you’re not sure if that was a good idea because once he moves, so does Choso. And–my God…–it is not an easy task to handle. 

The two men go in a mutual rhythm, both of their cocks venturing inside you with every push and pull, scraping your insides in a manner your body cannot register at your own pace. The hits become ever so precise; grazes to your G-spot have you struggling to maintain your screams, and the stretch of your anus has your haze get more complicated to avoid. 

The slow pace soon dials in speed, and at this point, you have to bite down on your lips not to let out a voice so others from outside can’t hear and ask what’s wrong. 

“Nnmooh, hoooohmyGod, this is…!” Your hands grip on Choso’s shoulders as his cock scrapes your sweet spot once again. And when his hands come to your ass and bring you down, you choke at the poke of your cervix. “Gahaaahnn! Sh-Shtopp!! Not t’oo faaast…!”

“Shiiiit, sorry, cutie,” he kisses your cheek. “You just….Mmmph! Ff…Feel so damn good…”

“You’re right, I’m barely holding on here,” Geto agrees from behind, hands on your waist to keep the momentum going. “Fuuuck, this ass is so tight!” He throws his head back at the snug of your inner walls and sighs in bliss.

You, on the other hand, have the best worst end of the stick. Your ass and chasm are so busy that thinking straight is critically impossible. Your senses are so entranced and overwhelmed by the two men using you like a toy that you don’t know if you’ll be able to walk after this, eyes rolling at another jab of your cervix. And it doesn’t help that the others increase their pacing to an erratic cadence that makes your toes curl. 

And then there’s the frequent rubs of your clitoris; every time Geto propels his dick into you, your clit rubs on Choso’s pelvis, grinding the delicate bud on his surface has you screaming and chewing on the brown-haired one’s shirt. The position creates an advantage for you, too; the more you lean forward, the better the angle for the cockheads of the two to dig at your inner channels to the point of incoherent babbles.  

“Nnho–Oooh!” you choke out a sob, burying your face in Choso’s shoulders; his moans sound dreamy to the ear and have you twitching like crazy. “Too muuch..! T-This is insan—Nnngh!” The grind of Geto’s hips results in a silent scream. “J-JesusChrist! Pleaseee, can I please…!”

“Please, what?” Now, the dark-headed one speaks to you from behind, tugging on your leash again, making you yelp. “Speak properly, baby.”

“—Ahhck!! M-…May I please cum?” You looked over your shoulder at Geto as you sought permission, the leash owner chuckling at the submissive display. 

He doesn’t say anything, though, letting the work of his pelvis and the flex of his abdomen leave the impression. More tugs to your collar have you crying like a baby until he lets go, and you accidentally land your forehead by Choso’s neck. 

The brunette man subconsciously pats your head, soothing you as your orgasm climbs up. “It’s okay, angel,” he coos, a kiss to your temple. “Let it all out, ‘kay?” That much isn’t tricky to do when the plunges to your holes sync to a beat that furthers the trajectory of your orgasm. Your moans are slurred, your head becomes more clouded, and your figure prepares itself.

Your crescendo catches you hard, rocking your frame with shocks that creep up to your brain. Eyes widen from the jolts of your body as your cunt and asshole contract on the two limbs burrowed within, gripping Choso’s shirt to steady. Each jerk pairs with the tremble of your legs, nearly biting your tongue after another grind of your clit. 

“—Haahh, shit…Good girl,” Choso brings your chin up, grazing the skin of your cheek with his calloused thumb. “Did so well,” he praises with a kiss to your lips, and you whimper at the contact as you accept his tongue with glee. His ruts increase, chasing his own peak like yours—Geto doing the same behind you. 

“Yeaahhh, that’s it,” Geto exhales through his lips elatedly. “Still gotta few minutes left to finish, so keep still and let us make the most of them, okay, pretty girl?”

You voice no complaints, letting the rockstars do as promised with your body. There’s no doubt about it now—this is the best day of my life…!

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“Yo, where are they?”

“I know, right? It’s been way more than thirty minutes…”

“Hmm, I’m really starting to worry now,” Miwa and the girls, their gazes scanning the V.I.P. longue, stand at the exit. They were supposed to meet you here once the meet-and-greet session ended. Now, it’s been an hour since they last saw your face, their concern for you intensifying as they start to fear if something might have gone wrong. Not even listening to Bad Omens and scrolling through Instagram was helping their ease get any stabler. 

“…I’ll call them,” the blue-haired girl claims as she pulls her phone out of her bag, the two other girls nodding and watching her hit your contact name and number before bringing the device to her ear. 

Please answer, please answer, they chant in unison without knowing, crossing their fingers that they can hear your Bring Me the Horizon ringtone somewhere in there and hope that you’re safe, well, and on your way. Three pairs of eyes stay locked to the longue, hoping to see or hear anything familiar…

And like an angel to a prayer, they hear the jingle of “heavy metal” picked up from the crowd! But where were you? 

“Hello?”

To their surprise, the girls jump in shock when they see you appear from behind rather than in front of them. You were safe and sound, all in one piece! They pull you in for a squealing hug, to which you join, completely uncaring for the weird looks you four get from fangirling. 

“You!” Nobara pokes your chest. “Where have YOU been?! You were supposed to be here half an hour ago!”

“I know, I’m sorry,” you apologize to the brunette and company. “I didn’t mean to scare you three.”

“Well, ya did!” Leave it to Momo to give you an earful. “I don’t care if we could’ve gotten kicked out or whatever; if we hadn’t heard your phone, we might’ve just waltzed in there and found you ourselves.”

“Again, my bad…I knew I was gonna be a little late getting you guys these,” you grab their attention with the swing of your arm, seeing your hand holding onto three bags. “But I’m sure these would’ve been worth the wait.”

Miwa tilts her head. “What’s those?”

“Close your eyes and pull out your hands,” they all give you a skeptical look. “Just do it!” They roll their eyes and close them, stretching their empty hands for you. After checking that their eyes were sewn shut, you pull out the bag’s contents and place an item in their respective owners’ hands. “Okay, you can open them now.”

They do as they’re told, and their jaws meet the floor. “A-Are–Are these the,” the short blonde girl can barely speak. “The Super V.I.P. pa-package deal bags?? With all the merch and–and the signed album??!!”

“Yup!” You beam as your friends rummage through their bags and pull out the contents to awe and stutter in excitement. “I got mine here as well, completely free of charge, as it took a while to get them. Pretty neat, huh? And I can’t let you guys leave all empty-handed, you know? I wouldn’t have been in this concert without you all making it possible!”

The girls pulled you in for another embrace, squeezing you to death with praises and cheers. “Thank you so much!!” They all jump for joy. “You’re the best!!”

“I know~,” you tease and hug back. “And guess what they gave me as a gift?” The three let go of you so you can point to your brand-new O-ring collar with a gleeful grin. 

They gasp and parade around you. “Oh, you lucky bitch!” Nobara exclaims as you cackle in victory. “You know you gotta tell us all about the meet-and-greet session, right?”

“Sure,” you nod. “I don’t know about the whole thing, though; some stuff is better left unshared~.”

“Hey, that’s not fair!” Momo retorts. “You better give us all the deets, ya hear me?” 

“Uhh, guys,” Miwa stirs the conversation to a different topic. “My mom just ordered us an Uber, and I think it’s around five minutes away from the stadium.”

“Ahh shit, so we better hurry out now!” The girls quickly stuff everything back into their bags and begin power walking to where they need to be picked up. Momo turns back to you, “Don’t fall behind; we’re not trying to leave the oldest baby here!”

“I’m coming!” You say through fast struts, ensuring you’re within the group’s perimeter. 

However, knowing their attention is not on you anymore, you pull your purse around and pull out a note. Secret to your friends’ eyes, you sneak a chance to look and see what it says. Your heart skips with your steps, and your smile grows tenfold with the endearing words and two sets of phone numbers written on the paper…

To our biggest and most loyal fan,

It was nice having you all to ourselves a bit for the evening; hope this night won’t be the last night we ever get to see you. We know your IG, but have our numbers while you’re at it. Don’t be afraid to send a text or call when we’re in town. We’ll be here for the weekend, so how about mixing you in our schedule if ya want? ;3 

See you around, enjoy the gifts, and let us know the next time you see us live!

Best, 

C&DP

© 𝐇𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐲2024 – reblogs + comments are appreciated wholeheartedly ☆ header art by santa (ranshi to kimi to) + dividers by @cafekitsune.

the morning

choso x reader

tags: domestic! choso // fluff // smutt // heavy praise // nipple play // finger fucking // after care // no plot //

word count: 1.6k short and sweet

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choso was much more of a domesticated man than he let off. family was everything to him—and to him, you were family. someone he must protect with his life. mornings with you were something he wouldn’t trade for the world, choso loved waking up to your face nuzzled in his chest. the sight of you in your peaceful slumber only reaffirmed choso’s need to protect you. seeing you in your most vulnerable state elicited a primal desire from choso, he felt like his one mission in life was to keep you safe and happy.

you woke with a smile which he returned, kissing you on your forehead. you loved seeing choso’s hair down in the morning, it was something you didn’t get to see often, so you learned to relish the sight. you loved the way his black locks of hair framed his face, and you always felt amused seeing him get annoyed when random strands of hair fell in his face.

you let out a sleepy yawn, running a hand through choso’s hair. he pulled your body closer to his, wanting to feel every inch of your skin pressed up against him. close never felt close enough for him, choso felt as if he wanted to be apart of you, the love he felt for you was all encompassing. it possessed him—mind, body, and soul. he felt as if his thirst for you was unquenchable. he could never get enough of you.

you threw a leg over his hip, savoring the feeling of the warmth radiating off him, “how long have you been up?” choso placed a kiss in your hair before responding, “mm.. not long. i woke up just a couple minutes before you.” choso didn’t like lying to you under any circumstances, but he didn’t want to freak you out by speaking the truth.

choso had woken up well before you did. he was careful not to move, the last thing he wanted to do was disturb you. watching you sleep was the most peaceful thing he had ever experienced. the man hadn’t known much peace in his life until meeting you. choso made you feel physically safe, whereas you made him feel emotionally safe. your presence alone, provided him with a sense of stability that he had never experienced before. you were the man’s cornerstone. his most cherished motivation. the source of his peace.

“you're a terrible liar, you know.” you said, grinning up at the man. choso laughed, pulling your hips closer to his. you could feel his cock growing hard under his sweatpants, the feeling caught you by surprise. you didn’t know the simple act of watching you sleep could elicit such desire from him.

“you always could see right through me.” choso grabbed onto your ass, kneading the skin like dough as he pushed your pelvis hard against his own. the friction alone was enough to cause a strangled breath to exit your throat.

“your just so pretty in the morning, baby.” choso looked down on you with admiration before locking his lips to your own. you didn’t know if it was his words, or his blood connection cursed technique that made your blood rush to your clit. you ground your hips against his, in a desperate search of friction. there was hunger in choso’s kiss, your tongues joined together in a passionate dance. you felt yourself grow needy, bucking your hips against his.

choso pulled away, leaving your lips swollen and wet. the man cupped your face with his large hand, dragging his thumb back and forth across your cheek. you looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. “can i take care of you baby?” choso sounded like he might perish on the spot if you declined him. “but what about you?” you looked down to his hard cock protruding through the fabric of his pants.

“i can take care of myself later, i just want to play with you all morning long. is that okay with you?” he sounded so sweet, asking for permission. you wondered for a moment about how you got so lucky. in that moment, you were reminded of how perfect choso was for you, and how perfect the two of you fit together. you thought maybe the two of you were made for each other, by some divine forces of the universe.

you could only nod your head, afraid of the possibility that you would choke on your words if you spoke. the feeling of pure love and lust filled your body. you couldn’t wait any longer, you aggressively pressed your lips to his. choso didn’t break the kiss when he turned you on your back, he slowly snaked his hands up your large sleep shirt to fondle your breasts.

choso moaned into your mouth when his hands connected to your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his once more, while warmth began to pool in your stomach. choso finally broke the kiss, grabbing the bottom hem of your shirt, slowly moving it upwards allowing the cool air to touch your skin.

“i need to see those pretty titties, baby.” he said, pulling the shirt up over your head and discarding it on the bed. the man took a moment to take in the sight of you as he kneeled between your legs. he spoke softly while his eyes raked over your frame, “so fucking perfect.” he moved down, taking one nipple in his mouth and used his free hand to toy with the other.

you writhed under him, moaning softly as choso made lewd sounds while sucking on your breast. you dug your hands through his silky hair as he rutted his clothed cock against your cunt. you felt like you could cry from frustration as you rocked your hips against him. you needed him to fill you up, desperately.

choso moaned deeply, feeling your wetness soaking through the front of his pants, “that’s it baby, rub that pretty pussy up against me.” you gripped his hair harder, “choso please, i need you.” choso wanted to tease you even more but he could hear the need in your voice, “want my fingers baby?” you nodded your head. choso pressed two fingers to your lips gently, indicating that he wanted you to open.

you looked at choso with pleading eyes as you opened your mouth for him and wrapped your tongue around his fingers. his cock twitched from the feeling of your warm mouth around his fingers, but he didn’t linger; he knew your cunt was in dire need of attention.

choso hummed with acknowledgment when he removed his fingers from your mouth, still playing with your sore nipple when he placed his fingers atop of your clit. choso moved back to watch the reaction on your face while he played with your pussy. his deft fingers were merciless as they worked circles on your clit, moving at a quick rhythm. choso knew your body so well, and he knew exactly how to move at a rhythm that was to your liking.

choso finally took his eyes off your pleasure-filled face to look at your soaking cunt, “mm.. such a pretty pussy.” his head was titled to the side watching your cunt, using his other hand to enter your cunt slowly with two fingers. you cried out at the sensation of suddenly being filled by his thick fingers.

choso groaned as he worked his fingers in and out of your velvety walls, still never letting up on his motions on your clit. choso’s face contorted in pleasure. he was getting off to the sight of you getting off. “fuck, you don’t know what you do to me baby.” you cried out, babbling his name over and over. your cunt tightened around his fingers, he knew you were close. incoherent words and moans continued to flow from your lips. choso looked down on you with loving eyes, “i know baby. i know. you’re almost there.”

choso’s breaths grew ragged as he continued to pump in and out of your pussy at a rigorous pace. tears filled your eyes, you were so close that it was overwhelming. choso encouraged you while your walls gripped his fingers tighter, “want you to come all over my hand baby.” his words came out half broken. choso was about to come himself, seeing your body so wrecked with pleasure.

you cried out louder as your walls fluttered around his fingers fiercely. choso still kept at the same pace, allowing you to get the full effect of your orgasm. he let out a heavy breath seeing you come undone, “yeah that's it baby, come all over my hand. you did so good for me.”

after coming down, choso gently removed his fingers from your swollen pussy, causing you to cringe from slight overstimulation. the broad man leaned down over your body, connecting his lips to your’s. this kiss was different. it was slow, and languid. choso wrapped his arms under your form, flipping you over so that you were on top of his body straddling his hips.

choso broke the kiss, using his thumb to lift your chin, allowing him to get a good look at your face, “you did so good for me baby, i’m so proud of you.”

we all know it’s true

wow i wrote this so long ago and choso is finally having his moment in the fandom

the morning

choso x reader

tags: domestic! choso // fluff // smutt // heavy praise // nipple play // finger fucking // after care // no plot //

word count: 1.6k short and sweet

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choso was much more of a domesticated man than he let off. family was everything to him—and to him, you were family. someone he must protect with his life. mornings with you were something he wouldn’t trade for the world, choso loved waking up to your face nuzzled in his chest. the sight of you in your peaceful slumber only reaffirmed choso’s need to protect you. seeing you in your most vulnerable state elicited a primal desire from choso, he felt like his one mission in life was to keep you safe and happy.

you woke with a smile which he returned, kissing you on your forehead. you loved seeing choso’s hair down in the morning, it was something you didn’t get to see often, so you learned to relish the sight. you loved the way his black locks of hair framed his face, and you always felt amused seeing him get annoyed when random strands of hair fell in his face.

you let out a sleepy yawn, running a hand through choso’s hair. he pulled your body closer to his, wanting to feel every inch of your skin pressed up against him. close never felt close enough for him, choso felt as if he wanted to be apart of you, the love he felt for you was all encompassing. it possessed him—mind, body, and soul. he felt as if his thirst for you was unquenchable. he could never get enough of you.

you threw a leg over his hip, savoring the feeling of the warmth radiating off him, “how long have you been up?” choso placed a kiss in your hair before responding, “mm.. not long. i woke up just a couple minutes before you.” choso didn’t like lying to you under any circumstances, but he didn’t want to freak you out by speaking the truth.

choso had woken up well before you did. he was careful not to move, the last thing he wanted to do was disturb you. watching you sleep was the most peaceful thing he had ever experienced. the man hadn’t known much peace in his life until meeting you. choso made you feel physically safe, whereas you made him feel emotionally safe. your presence alone, provided him with a sense of stability that he had never experienced before. you were the man’s cornerstone. his most cherished motivation. the source of his peace.

“you're a terrible liar, you know.” you said, grinning up at the man. choso laughed, pulling your hips closer to his. you could feel his cock growing hard under his sweatpants, the feeling caught you by surprise. you didn’t know the simple act of watching you sleep could elicit such desire from him.

“you always could see right through me.” choso grabbed onto your ass, kneading the skin like dough as he pushed your pelvis hard against his own. the friction alone was enough to cause a strangled breath to exit your throat.

“your just so pretty in the morning, baby.” choso looked down on you with admiration before locking his lips to your own. you didn’t know if it was his words, or his blood connection cursed technique that made your blood rush to your clit. you ground your hips against his, in a desperate search of friction. there was hunger in choso’s kiss, your tongues joined together in a passionate dance. you felt yourself grow needy, bucking your hips against his.

choso pulled away, leaving your lips swollen and wet. the man cupped your face with his large hand, dragging his thumb back and forth across your cheek. you looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. “can i take care of you baby?” choso sounded like he might perish on the spot if you declined him. “but what about you?” you looked down to his hard cock protruding through the fabric of his pants.

“i can take care of myself later, i just want to play with you all morning long. is that okay with you?” he sounded so sweet, asking for permission. you wondered for a moment about how you got so lucky. in that moment, you were reminded of how perfect choso was for you, and how perfect the two of you fit together. you thought maybe the two of you were made for each other, by some divine forces of the universe.

you could only nod your head, afraid of the possibility that you would choke on your words if you spoke. the feeling of pure love and lust filled your body. you couldn’t wait any longer, you aggressively pressed your lips to his. choso didn’t break the kiss when he turned you on your back, he slowly snaked his hands up your large sleep shirt to fondle your breasts.

choso moaned into your mouth when his hands connected to your nipples, rolling them between his fingers. you couldn’t help but buck your hips against his once more, while warmth began to pool in your stomach. choso finally broke the kiss, grabbing the bottom hem of your shirt, slowly moving it upwards allowing the cool air to touch your skin.

“i need to see those pretty titties, baby.” he said, pulling the shirt up over your head and discarding it on the bed. the man took a moment to take in the sight of you as he kneeled between your legs. he spoke softly while his eyes raked over your frame, “so fucking perfect.” he moved down, taking one nipple in his mouth and used his free hand to toy with the other.

you writhed under him, moaning softly as choso made lewd sounds while sucking on your breast. you dug your hands through his silky hair as he rutted his clothed cock against your cunt. you felt like you could cry from frustration as you rocked your hips against him. you needed him to fill you up, desperately.

choso moaned deeply, feeling your wetness soaking through the front of his pants, “that’s it baby, rub that pretty pussy up against me.” you gripped his hair harder, “choso please, i need you.” choso wanted to tease you even more but he could hear the need in your voice, “want my fingers baby?” you nodded your head. choso pressed two fingers to your lips gently, indicating that he wanted you to open.

you looked at choso with pleading eyes as you opened your mouth for him and wrapped your tongue around his fingers. his cock twitched from the feeling of your warm mouth around his fingers, but he didn’t linger; he knew your cunt was in dire need of attention.

choso hummed with acknowledgment when he removed his fingers from your mouth, still playing with your sore nipple when he placed his fingers atop of your clit. choso moved back to watch the reaction on your face while he played with your pussy. his deft fingers were merciless as they worked circles on your clit, moving at a quick rhythm. choso knew your body so well, and he knew exactly how to move at a rhythm that was to your liking.

choso finally took his eyes off your pleasure-filled face to look at your soaking cunt, “mm.. such a pretty pussy.” his head was titled to the side watching your cunt, using his other hand to enter your cunt slowly with two fingers. you cried out at the sensation of suddenly being filled by his thick fingers.

choso groaned as he worked his fingers in and out of your velvety walls, still never letting up on his motions on your clit. choso’s face contorted in pleasure. he was getting off to the sight of you getting off. “fuck, you don’t know what you do to me baby.” you cried out, babbling his name over and over. your cunt tightened around his fingers, he knew you were close. incoherent words and moans continued to flow from your lips. choso looked down on you with loving eyes, “i know baby. i know. you’re almost there.”

choso’s breaths grew ragged as he continued to pump in and out of your pussy at a rigorous pace. tears filled your eyes, you were so close that it was overwhelming. choso encouraged you while your walls gripped his fingers tighter, “want you to come all over my hand baby.” his words came out half broken. choso was about to come himself, seeing your body so wrecked with pleasure.

you cried out louder as your walls fluttered around his fingers fiercely. choso still kept at the same pace, allowing you to get the full effect of your orgasm. he let out a heavy breath seeing you come undone, “yeah that's it baby, come all over my hand. you did so good for me.”

after coming down, choso gently removed his fingers from your swollen pussy, causing you to cringe from slight overstimulation. the broad man leaned down over your body, connecting his lips to your’s. this kiss was different. it was slow, and languid. choso wrapped his arms under your form, flipping you over so that you were on top of his body straddling his hips.

choso broke the kiss, using his thumb to lift your chin, allowing him to get a good look at your face, “you did so good for me baby, i’m so proud of you.”

how does it make you feel?

warning: short, Choso gets a b0ner & creams

Choso hasn’t felt like this ever. Between the fluttering butterflies in his stomach and the constant heat on his face, he thought he was coming down with the flu, but it only happens when you’re around.

He enjoyed everything about you, from the way your hair is done, how your smile makes him smile, or how your body looks in the outfits you wear.

God, he just wanted to feel your body on his, how soft you’d feel. He knew it’d be perfect. And all he could do was stare at you, as you paced in your living room.

However, he couldn’t make the first move, due to his flu symptoms.

“Oh, Cho you warm? Are you ok?” Your silky voice, floated over his ears, effectively pinking his cheeks. Though, seeing this you cupped his face, feeling the heat of his face and mistaken his diagnosis.

“Cho! You are warm, scalding even. Let me get you some medicine.” You rushed out, upset. Again, without words, Choso also felt himself react to your closeness.

His heart threatened to beat from his chest, his hands sweated, as he clenched them into fists, and his mind raced.

“Her hands are so soft, and she’s touching me! I want her to touch me everywhere. I’m so hard right now, I want her… wait I’m hard?!” He thought he would implode because there’s no way you didn’t feel him poking you in your lower belly.

Your eyebrows twitched, and then her face went blank. He was cooked, he fumbled, he was done. “Oh, Cho-I didn’t know you-“ you started, suddenly shy.

“I like you a lot, this is why, yeah.” He explained, desperately trying to remove himself from you.

But held his face still, and you smiled, “I like you too.” And for the millionth time today, he was blessed, as you pressed your lips on his.

He immediately reacted, pressing your hips on his, squeezing the flesh under his fingers. His heart still beating twice as fast.

Suddenly, he became a moaning whiny mess, creaming his pants, still pushing his hips into yours.

You pulled away feeling his slick seep into your clothes, “Oh, we better take care of that.” You whispered, taking his hand and heading to your room.

a/n : thanks for reading I hope y’all enjoy, feedback is welcomed

STARTED LEVITATING PLEASE LOSER VIRGIN CHO MY BELOVED (he's a very fast learner and the bestest boy i wanna eat him up *sobs*)

loser virgin!choso (v inexperienced) dom!reader (slightly, just has more authority!) (also guys this is mad rushed pls spare me hajsjsjsj PT. 2?! MAYBE VIRGIN!CHOSO SERIES???)

loser virgin!choso always wondering how he ended up with such a pretty girl like you. him always getting shy and stuttering whenever you baby him into submission, not like it was much work anyway.

see, you knew that choso was a virgin, and you loved to be his first. and you considered that he needed time to think about it too. but when choso told you that he needed to know what pussy tasted like, who were you to say no?

and there he was, right in front of your wet heat. “my clit is right here choso. it’s very sensitive, you know that right?” you said while rubbing your clit, letting out soft moans here and there.

choso let out a shake breath, his mouth watering as you spread your legs, giving him a good view of what he was about to devour. “you can suck on her, give her kisses, eat her up just how you like it,” you said while running your fingers through his hair.

“are you sure?,” choso said with eagerness in his voice.

“I’m sure baby. show me how good you can make me feel,” you whispered to him.

choso then latched his lips onto your pearl, making your legs shake and grip on his air. you didn’t expect him to learn so quick, but you expect that for sure.

in just a few minutes, choso got so whiny and moaning into your cunt, and god, his tongue worked wonders for you. you definitely aren’t surprised that this man has already given you two orgasms in a row.

“c-cho! shit! slow down!” you gasped your hands scattering around the bed trying to find something to grasp on. and when I tell you this man would not let up.

tears almost filled your eyes as the overstimulation was hitting you hard, your third orgasm on its way. he gave your clit a few more sucks and licks and your orgasm hit your hard.

choso tilted his face up to look at you, his eyes widening and butterfly filling his tummy as he looked at your fucked out expression. your cream was all over his face, his own drool dripping from the corner of his mouth.

“y-you okay baby?,” he said pouting and rubbing your thighs

“you.. are the fastest learner I’ve ever met,” you said giggling while also trying to catch your breath.

tags: (y’all alr know 😈) @llllllllllllloser @lxnarphase @satoruwiki @demovamp @lotusgirl4 @rxddxvotion @nanam0-0n

“HEY EMO BOY!”

Headcanon’s/Story

F!Reader x HotTopicWorker!Choso

WARNINGS - MDNI: F! fingering, squirting, afab reader, pinv (unprotected), creampie, perv choso, rough sex, dom!Choso, public sex (f! receiving), fluff, happy ending. PLEASE TELL ME IF I MISSED ANY!!

Note: THOUHT I MIGHT TRY SOMETHING NEWWW..I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS AND PLEASE TELL ME IF YOU WANT MOREE! (Why was this easier to do than a SMAU for me 😐) oh and also this is my first time writing stuff like this so please give me some feedback!

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HotTopicWorker!Choso who thought that you were drop dead gorgeous as you asked him where the MCR shirts were as he was restocking inventory, even tho they had a big MCR section right in front … but he didn’t mind helping you!

HotTopicWorker!Choso who chuckled to himself at your comment on his Green Day shirt, saying that you thought it was an awesome band, thinking you were cute for messing up your words trying to compliment him.

HotTopicWorker!Choso who feels sad and lonely when you leave the store after he helped you, helping out other customers, none with the same effect as you had on him, hoping by some luck he sees you again

HotTopicWorker!Choso who was overly joyed when he saw your beautiful face walk into the store a week later, seeing that you were wearing the MCR shirt he helped you pick out made his heart flutter

HotTopicWorker!Choso who was happy when you remembered him, starting to make small talk with him about your week as he tries to listen to you but is to distracted by your lips and the way they move when you talk

HotTopicWorker!Choso who is speechless when you give him your phone number and name before you leave the store, making his heart flutter even more, making sure he puts your number in his phone and texts you right away

HotTopicWorker!Choso who is getting ready for bed as you texted him back when he was brushing his teeth, ending up pulling a all nighter texting you about randomness, forgetting that he has to get up and work tomorrow but it’s all worth it when you ask him to hangout outside the mall after his shift this weekend

HotTopicWorker!Choso who is finishing up his shift at hot topic as he sees you walk in, looking even more beautiful then ever just for him and yours walk in the park “hangout”, not knowing how a loser like him could have gotten a date with someone so beautiful as yourself

HotTopicWorker!Choso who’s palms get really sweaty when you guy are holding hands while walking in the park together, being extremely nervous, but all the nervous thoughts go away once you point out a cafe you wanted to go into with him

HotTopicWorker!Choso who’s face goes red as a tomato when you kiss him at the end of your guys date, your lips being so soft against his rough, eaten up ones, even after you pulled away he could still taste you in his mouth, waiting more but to afraid to ask

HotTopicWorker!Choso who doesn’t care if its perverted if he fucks his fist late at night to the memory of your lips on his, thinking about what they would feel wrapped around his loser cock, finishing in his fist as he texts you with one hand if you wanted to come to work with him tomorrow

HotTopicWorker!Choso who as soon as you sent him a text back saying “Sure why not?” with a little smiley face at the end, he was already thinking about all the possible ways he could make you cum in the break room

HotTopicWorker!Choso who had a big smile on his face as he let you walk into the mall next to him, early enough for him to get the store set up, letting you sit around the store as he worked his shift until his break time came up

HotTopicWorker!Choso who had you pinned against the wall, in the middle of a heated make out session, his pants getting impossibly tighter in his back skinny jeans as you begin to touch all over his body with your soft fingertips

HotTopicWorker!Choso who only has 15 minutes left of his break time but bets he can make you cum in 5, he say as he begins to finger you roughly, hitting your g-spot repeatedly as you moan in pleasure, telling him to not stop

HotTopicWorker!Choso who if he wants to win this bet only has 3 minutes left, he starts to finger you faster, not wanting to be called a loser as he already as been called many times before, not waiting to hear it from you, he feels you clench around him, your gummy walls sucking up his fingers, making his dick twitch in his pants

HotTopicWorker!Choso who has you squirting around his fingers with 1 minute to spare, meaning he won but he still has 11 minutes left of his break, deciding to lick your slick clean off his fingers and he starts undoing his belt

HotTopicWorker!Choso who knows he has a big cock and loves seeing you whine when he starts thrusting himself slowly in from the behind, you saying a mix of “oh my god choso!” And “F-fuck choso you’re so big..” making him wanna fuck you even faster

HotTopicWorker!Choso who starts thrusting faster inside of you, loving the way your moans and whimpers sound like when your close, thinking they are probably the best sounds he’s ever heard and that’s a lot coming from a hot topic employee that loves listening to different kinds of music

HotTopicWorker!Choso who has you cumming around his cock in no time, your gummy walls squeezing him for all he’s worth, he ends up cumming inside you with a loud grunt, apologizing shortly after he did so without a condom saying that you were making it hard for him not to

HotTopicWorker!Choso who cleans you up with 2 minutes left of his break and makes sure you’re okay before he goes back to working, apologizing that he couldn’t do proper aftercare in his time crunch, hoping you didn’t believe he was a terrible person

HotTopicWorker!Choso whose shift is ending in a few short minutes, seeing you walk out of the break room, dressed in some random clothes you found in the back, him still thinking you look as beautiful as ever

HotTopicWorker!Choso who is over joyed when you ask him nervously to be your boyfriend on a random date you guys went on and who is he to say no? Of course he said yes! He loved you so much, no words could ever describe it

HotTopicWorker!Choso who is happy with his life with you, he ends up getting you a job at Hot Topic together! And oh boy is he glad that a few months ago you asked where the MCR section was even though it was right there when you walked in, Now thinking maybe you did it on purpose

I really hope this doesn’t flop 😖🙏

Who would rather...? Hehe

Who would you rather...?

Gojo won, Choso won. Now let's see who wins this time! <3

Hi, love your writing style and stories. Would you be be able to take a request for a like enemies to lovers with Choso? Just a thought.

Scars Written Deep

CHOSO X READER! You've fought with enemies plenty of times. But when defeated, waking up in their bed is the last place you want to find yourself in. _________ ♫ GILDED LILY - cults ❝ᴀʟᴡᴀʏꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰᴏᴏʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʟᴏᴡᴇꜱᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜ'ʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ❞

Pain explodes through your body, white-hot and searing as an unknown force of a blast slams into you. It felt like being struck by a thunderbolt, the power immense and merciless. You were hurled backward with brutal force, your body flung like a ragdoll into the wreckage of what had once been a formidable barrier.

The impact was devastating. A wave of intense pain exploded through you as you crashed into a heap of twisted metal and broken concrete. The agony that followed was sharp and all-consuming, shooting through every nerve in your body with unbearable intensity. Your ears rang with a high-pitched whine, the sound of your pulse loud in the unsettling silence that followed the blast.

You can't quite remember how you came to be here. All your brain can pick up are you leaving home, coming here, fighting Choso, then an explosion. With the agony you find yourself in, you're surprised you can even think.

As you open your eyes, coughing slightly as dust tries to find an entryway into your lungs, you start to squirm to get up. It isn't over like this, some stupid explosion from who knows where. If you were to die, you'd rather it be in the hands of an enemy than be one unknown.

It only takes you a few seconds to realize you can't move, as you twist your head to look back, you're greeted with a slab of metal meeting your torso, down to your legs, covering half your body. Gasping for breath under the oppressive weight of the debris, you now feel the pain. It's hot and searing, radiating from your legs, trapped beneath the rubble.

The sharp, jagged edges of slabs of metal dig into your skin, the pressure is immense and immobilizing. Every attempt to move sent new waves of excruciating pain coursing through your body, each more punishing than the last. With a gasp of hope and widening eyes, you try and twist your body to no avail.

Beneath you, the ground was littered with rubble and broken glass; an uncomfortable to your stomach, reminding you of the force pressing into your back, pinning you down. You try to move, to escape the prison of debris, but torture lances through your body, anchoring you in place.

A minute falls past and a desperate cry leaves your lips, drowned out by the ringing in your ears, the sound of your distress is soon lost amidst the aftermath of the explosion.

Tears of frustration now fall down your cheeks as you try and move the metal. It won't budge, it's stuck on you; and now it's slowly starting to click, that this will be your fate. Either Choso will leave you here, making you run out of needed resources, or you die at his hands. You can't accept both, you'll find a way.

Every breath seems to be a battle in your body, chest heaving to draw in air through the crushing weight pinning your legs. You try to move once more, a whimper escaping your lips as a sharp pain lanced through you, the world tilting dangerously.

It seemed like pain engulfed you, immediate and overwhelming, its claws digging into your flesh with merciless intensity. Your head throbbed violently, a pulsating rhythm that matched the sharp, jagged breaths escaping from your crushed lungs.

The world around you started to blur into a chaotic swirl of dust and shadows, each particle of air heavy with the scent of destruction and cursed energy.

Your vision is now hazy, tears of ache and anger welling in your eyes, making the dusty air around you seem to swim. The dim, shadowy outline of the warehouse wavered in and out of focus, the sturdy walls now nothing more than a crumbling tomb.

In the disorienting aftermath of the explosion, your thoughts turned briefly to Choso, not out of concern (you'd rather be caught dead than ever show a hint of worry for that man), but out of a wary calculation.

If he was down, it could be your chance to escape, or if he approached, you'd need to be ready to defend yourself, even in this weakened state. But your thoughts were quickly overwhelmed by the raw, physical pain dominating your senses.

Your tiny glimpse of hope diminished as the realization started to set in.

Through the haze of dust and debris, a figure began to take shape, moving steadily through the chaos. You couldn't feel the massive amount of tears that you cried, mistaking it with dust. You feel your heart sink in a pit in your stomach at the sight.

It was Choso, appearing seemingly unscathed by the explosion that had incapacitated you. His posture was upright, his steps measured and calm—a stark contrast to the chaos around him.

The rivalry between you had always been fierce, a clash of power and wits, testing each other's limits at every encounter. But now, as your consciousness flickered dangerously low, you saw him differently.

There was a sway in his step, a slight falter that betrayed his disorientation from the explosion. His usual composed demeanor was shattered; even from a distance, you could sense his confusion.

Your heart sank further, not just from fear or pain, but from a deep, ugly seething resentment. There he was, your enemy, walking freely while you lay pinned and powerless. The sight of him, so composed amid the destruction, fueled a surge of anger through your veins, momentarily overshadowing the pain.

You strained to keep your eyes open, to keep him in sight, not willing to be caught off-guard. His figure became clearer as he approached. There was no sign of hesitation in his steps, no flicker of concern across his features—just the same cold, detached expression he always wore when facing you.

The familiarity made you want to die.

Your breaths came in shallow, ragged gasps, each inhaling a battle against the pain and the weight crushing down on you. It took up too much strength to keep your head lifted; finally giving it a few moments of peace as you felt your cheek meet the cold ground.

You tried to muster the strength to call out, to taunt or threaten him, to do anything to affect that stoic demeanor. But your voice faltered the words dissolving into a pained groan as darkness edged your vision. You tried to lift your head for a second, gritting your teeth against the surge of pain. "Choso," you managed to gasp out, though it felt like speaking through a mouthful of glass. Your voice was hoarse, barely audible above the settling debris.

He paused, his head turning sharply in your direction, his eyes—those deep, unfathomable pools—locking onto yours. There was a pause, a heartbeat of silence that stretched between you two. Then, surprisingly, his footsteps resumed, this time more deliberately, closing the distance between enemy lines. It was like you could feel the vibration of his footsteps, telling you your ultimate fate.

As Choso came closer, your determination faltered, the edges of your consciousness fraying under the onslaught of pain and imminent defeat. The world around you began to dim, the sounds of the crumbling warehouse fading into a distant echo.

With the last of your strength waning, your head lolled to the side, your eyes struggling to focus on Choso as he continued his approach.

Your mind screamed to stay awake, to remain vigilant, but your body betrayed you, sinking deeper into the cold, encroaching shadows of unconsciousness. The last thing you saw before darkness claimed you was the blurred image of Choso bending over you, his hands reaching out—whether to help or to harm, you couldn't tell, you didn't care.

The sight of him, an enemy moving unchallenged through the debris toward you, was the last image that burned in your mind before the darkness finally claimed you, swallowing everything into silent oblivion.

- ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱᴋɪᴘ -

Consciousness returns to you like a slow, creeping tide, pushing through the haze of disorientation and throbbing pain. Your eyelids flutter open, revealing a ceiling that is unfamiliar—smooth, white, and utterly foreign. Panic grips you instantly. Your heart races as you try to move, but agony lances through your body, anchoring you to the spot with its fierce intensity.

With a groan, you grip the sheets as you turn your head, inspecting the room you find trapped in. You're lying on a soft surface, a bed, most likely, but the comfort it promises is overshadowed by the confusion swirling in your mind.

How did you get here? The last thing you remember is the explosive clash with Choso, the pain, and then darkness. Now, here you are, in a room that looks nothing like the battleground you last saw.

The walls are plain, adorned with only a few pictures, and there's a window with curtains partially drawn, letting in just enough light to illuminate your surroundings. Attempting to sit up, a sharp pain shoots through your stomach, forcing a gasp from your lips. It's then you realize you're bandaged heavily, your movements restricted by the swathes of gauze wrapped around your chest and legs.

You lift the sheets to be met wearing an oversized t-shirt with baggy sweatpants. Under it are bandages wrapped around what seems to be every inch of your torso, while some are found on your left and right legs. A hint of red bleeds through the plaster, making you reminisce on earlier events.

"Easy. You're not ready to move yet."

The voice is startlingly familiar, causing another spike of panic. Your head snaps to the side, and there he is—Choso, standing just a few feet away, his expression unreadable. How? Why? When?

"What are you doing here?" Your voice is a hoarse whisper, fear mingled with confusion. "Why am I here?"

Choso doesn't move closer, respecting the distance between you, perhaps understanding that his presence alone is enough to unsettle you further. "You were injured. I brought you here to heal," he explains, his tone neutral. It's unsettling.

"This is a trap," you accuse, though the effort of speaking sends a fresh wave of pain coursing through you. You're not even sure of your own words, but the distrust has deep roots, hardened by past conflicts.

"It's no trap," Choso replies calmly, face not marking any emotion. "You were in no condition to be left alone. Whether you believe me or not, I couldn't just—" He stops, seemingly searching for the right words. "I couldn't leave you there."

Your mind races, trying to process his words and his actions. None of it makes sense. Why would your enemy choose to save you? What for? Is he lying? Why? Why, why why? The suspicion lingers, but your body betrays your desire to act on it, too weak to even sit up fully.

Choso watches you struggle briefly, his gaze intense. "You need to rest. Your body hasn't healed enough for you to be moving around."

"I don't need anything from you," you manage to grit out, though the pain is draining, making it hard to focus. Giving up, you lock eyes with him.

For a moment, neither of you speaks; the air is charged with a tense silence. 

Then, without another word, Choso turns and walks towards the door. Before exiting, he pauses and looks back. "There's food and water on the nightstand when you're ready," he says, indicating a small wooden table nearby laden with a jug of water and a bowl covered with a cloth. "I'll be in the kitchen if you need anything."

With that, he exits the room, leaving the door slightly ajar behind him. The sound of his footsteps recedes, and you're left alone, grappling with a cocktail of emotions—confusion, anger, vulnerability.

Each breath you take is a reminder of your physical state, the pain a constant, nagging presence that refuses to be ignored. If you could, you would run up and take him out from behind, give him a piece of the pain you've found familiar too. Your confusion of why runs deeper than your anger though.

Lying back against the pillow, you take a moment to assess your situation. The room is quiet, save for the soft rustle of leaves outside and the distant clatter of utensils. Choso's presence in the next room is unsettling yet strangely reassuring in a way you can't quite understand. Why would he help you? What did he stand to gain from your survival?

The questions swirl in your mind, but the exhaustion from your injuries and the effort of the brief interaction weigh heavily on you. Despite your distrust and your instincts screaming for you to get up and leave, your body has other ideas. The pain pins you down, and the fatigue is overwhelming.

As minutes tick by, your eyelids grow heavy, the edges of your vision blur, and despite your best efforts to stay alert, sleep begins to claim you once more. Before you drift off, a part of you acknowledges the need to heal, to regain your strength. You'll need it if you're to confront Choso about his motives if you're to escape this place. If you're still willing to fight him after this.

But for now, your body wins the battle against your mind, and you sink into a reluctant, uneasy rest, the sound of Choso moving quietly in the kitchen a distant, almost comforting background noise. As sleep envelops you, it's with the faint hope that when next you wake, you might be strong enough to seek the answers you need—or ready enough to fight if it comes to that.

- ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱᴋɪᴘ -

Weeks passed in a strange, silent routine as you slowly recovered in the unfamiliar house. Choso was a constant, albeit quiet, presence. Each day, he would come into your room to check on your wounds, his movements precise and methodical.

He hardly ever spoke during these visits, only offering brief nods or the occasional instruction on how to care for your injuries. You, trapped in a mixture of convalescence and confusion, the only response you would give him was a curt nod. You watched him in a wary silence, your mind buzzing with unasked questions and unvoiced suspicions.

One afternoon, as the sun filtered through the curtains casting long shadows across the room, Choso entered with his usual tray of medical supplies. He approached your side, his eyes briefly meeting yours before focusing on the bandages wrapped around your torso. As he began to unwind the soiled bandages with careful hands, the silence felt heavier than usual.

You watched his focused expression, noting the way his brow furrowed slightly in concentration. The room was quiet except for the soft rustling of the bandages and your shallow breathing. Something about the stillness of the moment, mixed with the weeks of pent-up confusion and frustration, made the words bubble up inside you, unbidden but unstoppable.

"Why are you doing this?" you blurted out, propping your arms up to get a good look at him. Your voice is a little hoarse from disuse in such conversations.

Choso paused, his hands stilling on the bandage. He didn't look up immediately, and for a moment, you thought he might just ignore your question and change of position. But then he straightens up slightly, meeting your gaze with a steady one of his own.

"Because it was necessary," he said simply.

"That's not an answer," you pushed back, your confusion turning into frustration. "Why me? Why save me, care for me, when all we've done is try to destroy each other? What do you want from me?"

Choso sighed a deep, almost inaudible sound. He resumed his task, breaking eye contact as his fingers deftly replaced the old bandage with a fresh one. "I don't expect you to understand. Not yet. But know this—I don't want to see you destroyed. Our enmity. . .it doesn't have to define everything."

"You expect me to just accept that? After everything?" Your tone was incredulous, expressing your anger and frustration, eyes searching his for any answer or hint of deceit.

He finished taping the new bandage and finally looked up, his expression earnest. "No, I don't expect acceptance, not immediately. But I do hope for understanding, eventually. There's more at stake here than our grievances."

You lay back against the pillows, processing his words. The idea that Choso, of all people, might have reasons beyond what you could immediately understand was difficult to grasp. It didn't erase the history or the pain, but it added a layer of complexity to a situation you had wanted to view in black and white.

"So, what now?" you asked after a moment, your voice softer, tinged with a reluctant curiosity, eyes drifting towards his.

"Now, you heal," Choso replied, his voice firm but not unkind. "And when you're ready, we'll talk. There's much to discuss, about why this all happened, and where we go from here."

As he packed away the medical supplies, you lay in silence, staring at the ceiling but seeing nothing, your thoughts a whirlwind.

There was so much you still didn't know, so many questions yet to be answered. But for the first time since you woke up in this unfamiliar place, you considered that perhaps there might be reasons worth listening to—even from a foe.

- ᴛɪᴍᴇꜱᴋɪᴘ -

Gradually, as your strength returned, the walls of the room that had confined you began to feel less oppressive, more like boundaries that could be pushed.

With cautious steps, you began to explore the house, curiosity tugging at you with each discovery. It struck you as odd, seeing Choso in such a domestic setting contradictory to the view you've always seen him as.

The house was simple and modestly furnished, but there were personal touches—a framed picture here, an old, well-loved book there—that made you reconsider the man you thought you knew only as a rival.

One afternoon, feeling stronger and more sure-footed, you ventured into the kitchen. It was neat and organized, with pots hanging in orderly rows and spices lined up like little soldiers. You touched the counters, the cool stone grounding, as a thought blossomed in your mind—a quiet thank you could be expressed in the universal language of a shared meal.

If you told yourself two months ago you'd be willing to cook Choso food, you would've cried from the hysterical shock of the statement. But as the days seem to pass, you can't ignore it any longer. The care he's bestowed onto you, you have to give something in return.

You found ingredients in the refrigerator and pantry—vegetables, herbs, some rice, and chicken. Cooking was a familiar, almost comforting routine, and as you chopped and stirred, you found a rhythm that felt meditative, healing in its own right. The aroma of herbs and simmering sauce filled the kitchen, weaving a warm, inviting atmosphere.

By the time you finished, the sun had dipped below the horizon, and the house had grown quiet with the deepening evening. You set the table, placing dishes of steamed rice, herb-roasted chicken, and a side of vegetables neatly arranged. A note beside the plate simply read, "Thank you," a token of gratitude from someone who still harbored doubts but was learning maybe not all was as it seemed.

Exhaustion from the day's activities caught up with you, and after setting everything up, you retreated to your room, your body demanding rest. Sleep came surprisingly easy, a deep, restful state that enveloped you wholly.

When Choso returned, it was much later. The house was silent, save for the soft ticking of the wall clock in the hallway. He paused as he entered the kitchen, a hint of surprise registering on his features when he saw the spread on the table. A small hint of a smile graced his lips, rare and fleeting, as he read the note you'd left. He sat down, alone yet somehow not by your presence, and served himself.

As he ate, the flavors and care put into the meal spoke silently of bridges being built, even if those bridges were tentative and unspoken. It was a small gesture, but for Choso, it was a significant acknowledgment of the complex, shifting ground between you. 

Tonight, the house felt a little less like a battleground and a little more like a home, even if just for a moment.

In your room, you slept on, unaware of the small breakthrough, the smile you'd brought to a weary face, and the silent thanks returned in kind for a meal shared in spirit if not in presence.

@siythn all rights reserved!

AUTHORS NOTE! - i tried best i could, ngl it was pretty challenging to fit a way to include enemies to lovers, but i hope you enjoy! ღ

♰*༄ . choso. art cred, me!

I’m so happy with this piece ahhh

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A whole carne asada with the familia :)

♡ My lovely Choso ♡

whoop, same taste since ive been 5

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You: Choso, how old are you?

Choso: So, I’m like 150 years old…

You: Dayum! 150 years!

Choso: …

You: …sorry…