chanel

hold your breath, love dive! chanel ♡ 19 she/her

synopsis: the one where your frat boy, rugby player boyfriend brings you home for winter break. the itinerary includes skincare night, gaming, christmas village, lots of cuddling, and a heartwarming confession on a snowy morning.

part three of this and this!

content: MDNI. frat!rugby!choso kamo x reader, college au, established relationship, domestic fluff, family dynamics (brother!yuji + uncle!sukuna), crack humor, kpop references, overwatch references, skincare night, explicit smut, top reader x sub choso, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, oral sex (m receiving), soft aftercare

w/c: 5.2k

a/n: art by Ho9_999 on twt! dividers by cafekitsune and anitalenia! hi guys i'm currently munching on sweet potato fries while i write this #Yum and i'm so happy to get part 3 out! this is most likely the end of the series sadly i feel like it's appropriate to end it here (even tho i love frat cho :> he's lowkenuinely so seperated from the frat and rugby aspects atp this just boyfie cho... which is also why i decided to end it lol) anyways i'm so sorry this was a little rushed i rlly wanted to get it out on friday but schoooool and work :( also i honestly didn't focus too much on the smut this was more fluff but trust there is bottom choso. okay anyways ENJOY BABIES <3

jujutsu university grew darker and gloomier as october passed into november, and finally, a quiet winter swept over the campus. students huddled inside the library, cramming for final exams. the coffee shop was busy pumping out hot cocoa and lattes. with a week left until finals, you and your boyfriend spent every night after classes together, cozied up, eating sweet treats he’d bring, and studying… amongst other things. one evening, while he sat criss-crossed on the end of his bed surrounded by lab papers, he suddenly perked up. “what are we gonna do during break?” he asked.

you pondered for a moment. it would be an odd shift, you realized, since after the locker room incident you two had been inseparable. after finals, for a month and a half there would be no more morning coffee runs, no more sigma tau parties every saturday, no more sleeping over at the frat house. you two practically lived hip to hip. hell, you had a travel-size collection of your skincare in his nightstand. 

“we could always go on a date or spend a few days at one of our houses…” you offered, shrugging. “we’re always going on the same old dates anyways. i don’t know if i can handle another apple cinnamon bagel from main street,” you joked, stretching out on his bed.

he hummed. “yeah, i think i’ll seriously get sick if we get mcdonalds again,” he agreed. “i guess i could pick you up and take you to my place, if you’re okay with it? i mean… i live with my uncle and yuji…”

you shrugged. “that’s fine. and i can totally drive myself–”

he shook his head. “nah. it’s two hours away from here, that’d be a four hour round trip drive for you. i’ll come getcha.”

and choso was a man of his word. a week into winter break, a sleek black lexus pulled into your driveway. he scurried up to your porch, bundled up in a black puffer jacket and a purple scarf. “let me get your bags,” he insisted after greeting you with a forehead kiss. 

his playlist shuffled on through the aux: rap, then something that sounded distinctly like my chemical romance, then rap again. you raised an eyebrow after the third emo rock song snuck in. choso caught the look you gave him, and he frowned. “what?”

“nothing!”

“don’t be judgy,” he huffed, adjusting his hand on the wheel. “i didn’t say a word when you played twice for an hour straight on our drive to the movies,” your jaw dropped. “excuse me?! you were singing along!” 

he shot you a look. “i wasn– it’s a popular song! i knew it from tiktok…”

but you knew your boyfriend too well. you scooted closer and gave him an interrogating stare while he kept his gaze straight on the road. “uh-huh. and… who’s your bias?”

“... jeongyeon.”

“really? i thought it would be jihyo.”

he pursed his lips. “... she’s my bias wrecker…”

you erupted into laughter. “bias wrecker? cho, baby, did you have a kpop phase or something?” you teased, poking his bicep. a groan of embarrassment and annoyance rumbled in his throat. “i… kinda liked it in high school.” he admitted, like it physically pained him. “i really only listened to twice, stray kids, exo…”

your eyes lit up immediately. “oh my god. elite ball knowledge. i can’t believe mark left nct.”

“he WHAT?”

you laughed and pulled your knees up to your chest, proceeding to explain to choso the current kpop tea you only knew thanks to being chronically online. the highway opened up and he settled back in his seat, one hand on the wheel, listening intently. about forty minutes in, sometime after you’d settled into a comfortable silence, you stopped fighting the post-finals exhaustion and your eyes slipped shut. 

you didn't feel him reach over and adjust the heat. but you woke up warm, an hour later, to the car slowing down into a quiet neighborhood where all the trees were old and the sidewalks were slightly uneven. choso pressed a kiss to your temple and gently brushed your hair away from your face to wake you up. “we’re here.”

the sun was setting by now, illuminating the silhouette of a two-story suburban home. grey paneling, a white garage door with a basketball hoop hung above it. the porch was dimly lit with a rocking chair and a small garden that had unfortunately died out in the winter cold. 

before you could say anything, the front door swung open and yuji bounced out onto the porch steps in a hoodie and no shoes despite it being thirty-eight degrees outside, pointing at you through the windshield.

"SHE'S HERE!!" he announced to the general neighborhood. "i knew you'd actually come. i manifested this."

"i told you i was coming, yuji," you said, climbing out.

"manifestation comes in many forms!" he protested, grabbing your bag off choso's shoulder without asking. he headed back inside, leaving the door open behind him. you and choso stood on the driveway for a moment, and your boyfriend ruffled your hair. “get ready for an entire weekend of that. and my uncle.”

“no one could be worse than yuji.”

“ohh, no. you’d be surprised.”

and you were. upon entering the house, you were greeted by a humungous, bodybuilt, pink-haired man with tattoos covering his face, torso, and arms, manspreading on an expensive-looking couch like he was king of the house. which, to be fair, he was. regardless, he was the spitting image of yuji, if yuji had somehow morphed with the devil himself. he was mid beer swig when his gaze landed on you, and he raised a brow.

“so… this is the girlfriend?” he drawled. god, even his voice was scary. choso nodded next to you and you swallowed thickly in response. hesitantly, you reached forward and held your hand out with a sweet yet timid smile. “it’s nice to meet you, mr. …?”

“sukuna,” he took your hand and shook it begrudgingly, and you almost retracted your hand in fear. the man had claws for nails, painted black. his red eyes stared you down, assessing every detail of your appearance. suddenly, he shoved your hand away. “too pretty to be dating a bum ass like my nephew.” 

you snorted and choso’s jaw dropped. “hey! wha–?” 

"i'm just being honest," sukuna said, already turning back to the tv and taking another swig of his beer. “can you move? you’re blocking my game.” 

yuji let out a muffled laugh, and you realized he’d been standing in the kitchen doorway munching on cheese curls the whole time. before the situation could get any more embarrassing for choso, he grabbed your hand and led you towards the carpeted staircase. “we’re going upstairs,” he grumbled.

“don’t have too much fun!” yuji called after you two, and sukuna started yelling at him.

the carpeted steps were soft under your feet, and choso mumbled quiet apologies for his family’s behavior as you quietly thudded upstairs. you slowed to a stop at the landing, your interest suddenly piqued by a shelf of framed photographs. choso turned to see what caught your eye, and immediately groaned. “oh my god, no. come on, keep moving.”

right there, center square. in a silver frame sat a faded photograph from the early 2000s, was a chubby toddler choso. he sat on the floor in an eeyore shirt, next to baby yuji, who wore a tigger onesie. the brothers had been playing with a hot wheels set, one camaro looking like yuji had chewed into it. while yuji was on all fours, immersed in the race track, choso stared up at the camera with those adorable chubby cheeks and wide eyes, dark hair pulled into two tiny pigtails.

“you have pigtails!” you squealed, picking up the frame. “oh my god this is the cutest thing i’ve ever seen. look at those chubby cheeks!” 

“yeah, okay– babe, stop. seriously. this is so–”

he was cut off as you gasped again, finding another of a slightly older choso at some elementary science fair, hands behind his back with the best poker face a seven year old could muster. behind him was a poster board explaining how blood moved throughout the body. “ohhh, look at baby choso, already a little blood nerd.” 

he crossed the landing in three steps. you spun away, holding it out of reach, which was a losing strategy given the height difference but the effort counted. "you look so serious! look at the stare!” 

“yes, i was an academic weapon from a very young age,” he grumbled, making another grab for it. “put it down.” 

“but you’re so cute!” you took another step back, hugging the frame to your chest. “i’m making a copy of this and hanging it in my dorm.”

"you will not!" he successfully retrieved the frame and placed it firmly face-down on the shelf. you were still laughing, both hands over your mouth, shoulders shaking. he grabbed your hand and dragged you into his bedroom.

choso’s room was dark. no formal lighting, just led strips he’d probably put up in 2020 and the pulsing multicolors of his pc monitor. a pothos plant hung near the open window, and judging by how big it was, it looked like he’d been growing it for years. his posters were similar to his dorm, except he had an invincible poster next to his deftones one. his bed was mostly black sheets and pillows except for the kuromi plushie you’d bought him last month, which he’d brought home for break. 

you set your overnight bag down and immediately started pulling out your skincare, lining everything up on his desk with the efficiency of someone who had a system. he sat on the edge of the bed and watched this process.

"…how many products is that?" he asked.

"seven. eight if you count the lip mask."

he frowned. “why do i need a lip mask?”

“because it’s wintertime and you don’t wanna get chapped lips,” you retorted, plopping next to him on the bed and booping his bottom lip. “i use chapstick…” he grumbled in response, and you ignored him, pulling out the headband. it was a wrap-around, pink, fluffy, and had hello kitty ears and bow. choso stared down at the thing, then raised his eyebrow at you, giving it a moment before sighing and rolling his eyes. “the things i do for you…” he mumbled. you snapped it into place and looked at him. six-foot-something rugby frat boy with hello kitty ears, eye bags, looking mildly betrayed by his own choices.

so cute...

“close your eyes,” you ordered, collecting cleanser on your fingertips. he obeyed, and you gently rubbed the foam in, focusing on his t-zone. you gently wiped the bubbles off of his skin with a damp washcloth, then shook up the next bottle. “next step, toner,” you announced, pressing it in with a cotton pad. choso’s face screwed up. “what does toner do?”

“preps your skin to better absorb the next products. it also refreshes, hydrates, balances your pH…”

“my pH is fine, thank you very much.”

“nope. you got a pimple right here,” you poked at the red spot on his cheekbone, and he winced. “ow.”

“told you.” you moved to the vitamin c serum, tapping it gently across his cheekbones and forehead. "this'll help with the eye bags."

he pouted. "but i like my eye bags."

"i know you do." you said sincerely, with zero judgment, because you knew he liked how his eye bags looked combined with the occasional kohl liner he'd smudge in. it was one of those things you quietly noticed about him, and one of the many things you found particularly adorable. "it'll just soften them a little." you smoothed the moisturizer in last, slow circles across his face, and watched the tension he always carried in his jaw release completely without him even realizing it. his whole expression went slack and soft, like something had been turned down to a lower setting. you took your hands away.

"…okay," he said, at volume zero, after a long beat of silence. "that actually feels kind of good."

"i know."

"don't say i told you so."

you smiled. "i would never." you held up the sheet mask. he opened one eye. "cho. one time. if you hate it you never have to do it again."

he looked at the mask for a long moment. it was a hydrating mask, a purple color with little pandas dotted all over it. he sighed and frowned. “fine.”

you smoothed it over his face carefully, and he sat there wearing it without any complaint. you did your own routine after, popped your own sheet mask on, and dropped onto the floor beside him, since he’d moved to start up his xbox. your hand reached into your overnight bag and rummaged around until you found the plastic party size bag of nerds gummy clusters: choso’s favorite.

his eyes lit up at the sight of the pink bag. “aw, baby, you remembered!” he grinned, pulling you closer and reaching into the bag for a handful of the candies. you swatted at his hand. “hey, don’t eat them all in one bite, big back!”

he proceeded to shove all the gummies in his mouth at once, and he struggled to chew as he set up the console. before you could make a smartass comment, the door swung open. you and choso turned, in full face mask glory, choso chipmunk-cheeked, and found yuji standing in the doorway, looking utterly disappointed. 

“that wasn't what i was expecting.”

choso threw a pillow at the door just in time for yuji to shut it, cackling down the hallway. you rolled your eyes and settled back in choso’s arms, fiddling with the controller as your overwatch match started. the two of you played a few games, choso pocket healing you as you tanked, as fate would have it. the face masks were peeled off and the nerds gummies were all eaten (mostly by choso) by the time you were drifting off to sleep in his hold. 

you were only slightly jostled awake when he lifted you in his arms, and you could faintly make out the sound of his xbox shutting down. “did i fall asleep…?” you mumbled, tucking your face into his hoodie. he nodded and carefully laid you down in his bed, then slipped in and spooned you before pulling the comforter up over the both of you. “just sleep, baby. get some rest,” he mumbled, smoothing your hair back and kissing the back of your neck. “sweet dreams.” 

the two of you managed to get up and sneak out of the house before 10am, which was hours before either yuji or sukuna would be up. you’d gotten dressed up in some cute winter boots, heeled of course, with a fur lined trench coat. you quickly did some dolly makeup, and choso slapped on a star face pimple patch over the blemish you’d poked at. he drove you two for half an hour to the christmas village, his hand occasionally wandering to rest on your thigh or to hold your hand. 

it was already busy when you arrived, even at this hour: families with strollers, older couples with matching coats, a group of college-aged girls filming a tiktok in front of the big entrance sign. but it was busy in a pleasant way, the noise soft and festive rather than overwhelming. you could smell cinnamon and something warm and fried before you'd even made it through the entrance arch.

you and choso stopped just inside and looked around. string lights looped overhead so thick that the sky nearly disappeared behind them. little stalls and booths lined both sides of a cobblestoned path that curved gently out of sight, each one lit up and spilling warm light onto the ground. there was a big tree at the far end, just visible above the rooftops of the stalls, absolutely drowning in lights. 

choso gently squeezed your mittened hand. “hot cocoa first?” he offered, and you nodded. you two wandered to a stall near the entrance with a line seven people deep, which choso stood in without a single complaint while you tucked yourself under his arm because his puffer jacket was warm and the wind had picked up off the main road. he adjusted his arm around you without comment. 

you walked slow after that, no real direction. the stalls sold everything: ornaments and candles, little wooden figures, roasted nuts in paper cones, handmade jewelry, scarves, and all kinds of knick-knacks and thingamabobs. you stopped whenever something caught your eye and he stopped with you, hands in pockets, watching whatever you were looking at with that quiet, patient attentiveness of his. 

“this is cute,” you suddenly stopped walking and picked up an ornament: a small circle of pressed wood, painted deep green, with a tiny hand-painted leaf trailing around the edge. choso gently plucked it from your fingers and examined it, then nodded, seemingly impressed. he read the price tag, then went and paid for it without further discussion. he came back and tucked it in his jacket pocket, and when you raised an eyebrow at him he shrugged. "for the tree," he said. "whenever we get one."

the ring toss booth was near the center of the village, the kind with the carnival lights and the stuffed animals hanging from the top, and you'd been looking at a small stuffed penguin with a santa hat since you'd passed it ten minutes ago. you'd been very subtle about it, glancing just once or twice. it was so cute…

choso was steering you towards it on your loop back around the village. “i’m gonna get you that penguin.”

“cho, those games are completely rigged. you don’t have to–”

he was already paying for a set of rings. you crossed your arms and watched him line up, all six-foot-something of him finding his angle with the focused expression he wore over blood panels and lab notes. first ring: miss. second: miss.

the third landed clean, dead center, with a small satisfying clatter.

the booth attendant looked mildly impressed. choso looked at you. you looked at him. he pointed at the penguin with the santa hat. it was handed over with ceremony, as if he was presenting the newborn lion king on pride rock. “your penguin, my lady.”

you rolled your eyes, but stood on your tiptoes to kiss his cheek. you tucked the penguin under your arm and kept walking alongside him, shaking your head, smiling so wide it was embarrassing.

the big tree at the end of the path was even bigger up close, an enormous spruce absolutely buried in lights, warm white and gold and amber all layered together. there were a few benches arranged around the base of it, most of them occupied, but you found a quiet spot a little off to the side where the crowd thinned and the noise softened to a pleasant hum.

you were looking up at the tree when choso said "hey."

"hey," you said back.

"look up."

you looked up. hanging from the little wooden archway above you, tied with a red ribbon, was a small bundle of mistletoe, inescapably there. choso stared up at it, his ears and cheeks and nose red from definitely the cold. 

“cho, we don’t have to—“

“can we?” he asked, suddenly looking down at you. he nervously fidgeted with the fringe of his purple scarf. “i mean, if you want to… i thought it might be, like… memorable.”

he was too adorable. you smiled and cupped his cheek with your free hand, pulling him down for a kiss. his kiss was soft and a little clumsy at the start, the way he sometimes was when he was nervous, and then not clumsy at all. his free hand came up to the side of your face, careful, his thumb cold against your cheekbone.

someone passing behind you went “aww” loud enough for both of you to hear. you pulled back. choso’s ears had gone from pink to fully red. “okay,” he muttered, very quietly, to no one. “okay,” you agreed, equally quiet, smiling into your hot chocolate.

he looked resolutely at the tree for a moment. then his hand found yours, threading his fingers through. he brought your hand up to his lips, gently kissing your knuckles.

the house was quiet and warm when you slipped inside, just the low hum of the heating and the distant sound of the tv in sukuna’s room, muffled through the floor. choso toed his shoes off at the door and you did the same, both of you moving soft and easy through the dark hallway, up the carpeted stairs.

choso shrugged off his snow-dampened scarf and jacket, then took your coat as well and draped everything over the radiator to dry and warm up. he turned back to you and held your shoulders, kissing your forehead softly. “you can go shower first.”

so you did, washing off the scent of roasting chestnuts and pine, relishing the steam of the hot water after a long day in the cold. you were grateful choso’s house was insanely heated, since you were able to slip on a t-shirt and panties and get away with it without freezing your ass off. choso hopped in the shower after you, and came back with wet hair and a hoodie with boxers. 

you’d been lounging on his bed, snuggled up and watching some shitty reality show while cuddled up to the santa penguin, whom you’d named gerard in honor of choso’s love for mcr. when your boyfriend shut the door, you perked up at the sound of the lock clicking. wordlessly, he climbed into bed and draped himself on top of you, squeezing you like a teddy bear. 

“cho— cho, i can’t breathe—“ you wheezed. “you’re too heavy—“

“i missed you…” was all he mumbled into your neck before mouthing at the skin there. “and you looked so cute today… all dolled up and cute and cozy…”

you sighed and set gerard aside, making him face the wall since you knew what was coming. “baby,” you hummed as you rolled him onto his back, climbing on top. “there we go.”

he hummed and squeezed you close, burying his nose in your wet hair and inhaling your shampoo. you felt his hips moving upwards, trying to get some friction against his tenting boxers. you mouthed gently at his neck before kissing down the fabric of his hoodie, deciding not to tease him tonight. not after he’d been so sweet. 

despite your decision to be merciful, choso was still a whiny mess, as he always would be. his hand found your hair as you tugged his boxers down, his hardening cock standing tall. “please, baby, please…” he was already breathing heavily. you warmed him up by peppering a few kisses along the side, then licking up where you’d pressed your lips to. his cock jumped, and he whined as you finally sucked at his flared, swollen head, your hand wrapped loosely around his base before squeezing and pumping, twisting your hand. his thighs tensed immediately, his hips stuttering up like he couldn't help it. "baby—" he breathed, his hand tightening in your hair. "baby, wait, wait—"

you pulled off with a soft pop and looked up at him through your lashes. he was already a mess: chest heaving, cheeks flushed, dark hair stuck to his forehead, looking down at you with that wide, overwhelmed expression. "cho…?" you raised a brow.

he whined and threw his head back, frustrated at your teasing. “it’s been forever…”

“baby. it’s been a week.” you bit back a smile and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to his tip. he made a sound like he'd been physically wounded. "please," he tried again, his free hand fisting in the sheets. "please, baby, i need— just come up here, please—"

you obliged and kissed up his stomach, along the ridges of his abs, pushing his hoodie as you moved up. he reached down and pulled it off himself, tossing it somewhere, then immediately put his hands back on your waist, your hips, hovering and landing the way they always did. his eyes were sparkling with desperation. 

you closed the space between you two with a kiss, your lips moving languidly against his. your hand slipped down and lined him up, then you sunk down slowly. 

he immediately inhaled sharply through his nose, squeezing your hips tight, then exhaled with a whine muffled by your kiss. he pulled back, his jaw dropping as he watched your pussy swallow his throbbing cock and drool around it. “oh my god… oh my god— fuuck…” he sighed out, tilting his head back. once you were fully seated, he held you down. “gimme a minute…”

you gave him mercy this time, opting for slow and soft kisses at his neck. after a minute, you rolled your hips gently, causing him to whine again. “fuck… oh my god, baby, you have no idea… how good that— feels— mmh—!”

after a few grinds, his hips started bucking up. “please, baby… need you to move, please, pleeasee…”

you huffed a small laugh against his neck, then set the pace slow. hands braced on his chest, watching his face, the way his brow stayed permanently knitted upwards, the way his lips parted and he couldn’t seem to decide whether to look at you or look away, the way every time your hips dropped his expression crumpled just slightly. his tip rubbed up on your sweet spot, brushing against it each time you dropped your hips, making soft noises spill from your lips.

choso groaned and threw an arm over his face, and you immediately pulled it back, interlacing your fingers with his. “don’t hide…” you murmured, picking up the pace, skin slapping against skin as your hips moved up and dropped down. “f-fuck—” a whine of a curse dragged out of him, his hips rising to meet yours now, the two of you finding the rhythm you’d figured out over the past few months, the specific one that made his thighs shake and his hands grip and the little desperate noises spill out of him no matter how hard he tried to keep them in. “that— right there, please, don’t stop—”

“yeah?” you breathed out, panting softly now. "feels good?"

“yeah, yeah, yeah—” he was nodding, barely conscious of it, his hands running up your thighs and back down. “you feel— god, you feel— incredible… ‘m close, ‘m really close, baby—“

"i know, baby, i know... cum inside me..." you cooed, then leaned down to press your lips to his jaw, his cheek, the corner of his mouth. he chased your lips immediately, kissing you messy and urgent while his hips kept rolling up into you. his arms wrapped around your back and held on, his cock throbbing and pulsing as your walls hugged him tight.

you sped up, and he came apart the way he usually did: loudly.

“m-hhmnn!! baby, ‘m cumming, ‘m cum— ‘m—“

your hand flew over his mouth so fast you nearly smacked him. his eyes went wide above your palm, then rolled back as his moan muffled into your hand as he finished, hips slamming up into you through it, whole body shuddering, the sound vibrating against your fingers in a way that would have been funny if it wasn’t also incredibly hot. he spilled deep inside you, hot drops of white seeping out where you two connected.

you followed right after, dropping your forehead to his shoulder, biting down softly into his skin while you pulsed and squeezed around him. you stayed like that for a second, both of you breathing hard, your hand still loosely over his mouth. then you lifted it.

he inhaled. “…sorry,” he murmured immediately.

“your uncle and brother are literally down the hall.”

“i know, i know…” he winced. “i couldn’t help it, you felt too good…” he smirked lazily, his hands smoothing over the curves of your hips. you flicked his forehead in response, and he winced again. “okay. i deserved that.”

he pulled you closer to his chest, kissing your forehead softly and cocooning you in his arms and the blanket. you suddenly thought back to september, only a few months ago when you’d agreed to a stupid deal with yuji. “i think you’ll really like him,” your best friend had insisted, and you rolled your eyes so hard it hurt at the realization that yuji had been right. you did really like choso. 

the next morning came in quiet and gray, snow dusting the neighborhood. you were roused from your sleep by strong, warm arms and pesky little nips and kisses being peppered along your neck and face. 

“cho— mmf, baby, good morning to you too…”

he grinned and buried his face in your neck. “mornin’. you just looked too cute. i had to,” his voice came out muffled. he pulled away and pressed a final kiss to your cheek. “we should head downstairs. i’ll make you some coffee, hm?”

you nodded and smiled. “m’kay.”

sukuna was still snoring like a lion, but yuji was surprisingly up, nursing an almost overflowing bowl of lucky charms. a mile-wide grin split his face as soon as you two walked in. “mornin’ guys. keep each other warm last night?” he elbowed choso as he walked to the coffee machine. you whacked the head of pink hair, earning a groan and a glare. 

“not a word, bro,” choso mumbled as he set up the coffee machine. 

yuji, still rubbing his head, frowned. “you know unc is gonna beat your ass. walls are thin. you two woke him up.”

“stop being dramatic,” you scolded yuji, to which he scoffed. “sonion, i could hear you over the noise cancellation on my airpods.”

choso whacked yuji’s head again. "ow!! okay, OKAY—" yuji ducked away, shielding his head with both arms. "i'm just saying—"

"finish your cereal," choso said flatly, sliding a mug across the counter toward you without looking. you accepted it with both hands and took a long, grateful sip. 

later you stood on the front porch in choso's rugby hoodie with your coffee, looking out at the street. the snow had settled properly, a few flakes still falling every now and then. rooftops dusted white, the neighborhood quiet in that specific winter morning way that felt like the whole world was still deciding whether to wake up. choso came out a minute after you and stood beside you, shoulder to shoulder, not saying anything.

he reached over and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. his hand stayed at your jaw for a second, warm against the cold morning air. then he dropped it, picked his mug back up, looked back out at the snow.

“... i love you,” he confessed suddenly, breaking the snow's silence. “and i’m so… so happy you said yes. to being my girlfriend, i mean…” he mumbled, obviously getting a little shy. you smiled and nudged him with your elbow. “what? was i supposed to say no?”

he rolled his eyes. “no, not… i don’t mean that. i mean… i never had a girlfriend before. i guess i was just kind of scared i wouldn’t be a good boyfriend or something, but…” he trailed off, then gave a little smile. “i'm glad you gave me a chance. and... i hope i’m doing okay.”

a soft laugh escaped your lips, and you pulled his arm to sling around you, to which he obliged and squeezed you close into his warm side. “you’re doing perfect, cho,” you mumbled, kissing his cheek. “and i love you, too.”

© all writing belongs to angellude. all characters belong to gege akutami.

i've seen them everywhere and no matter how much i look i can't seem to find the original creator or anything along those lines and i would loveee to also use them but since i'm not sure where they're from idrk who I'd have to give credit 😭 i hope that kind of made sense & i hope you have a great day!!

hello omg no don't worry you're not being annoying at all!! <3 okay so i had to do a bit of a digging on this so i apologize for the time it took for me to respond </3 and the ones that pop that i usually put bordering the fanart is here: https://www.tumblr.com/justpngstuff/791544732575825920/sparkly-png-gifs?source=share and the slow moving one i found on pinterest but i did not save, though i believe @/anitalenia has a very similar one!

(i hope the link works, again i'm still new to posting on tumblr HJSSJJS)

synopsis: the one where the nerdy loser from your algebra class caught you cheating on a test. ever since, you've kept and agreement: don't snitch and we can keep fucking!

content: MDNI. nerd!gojo satoru x bully?reader, college au, rivals/enemies with benefits, reader is a bit of an idiot/bimbo-ish, hate sex, rough sex obv, degradation, hair pulling, spanking, semi-public sex (public bathroom), overstimulation, multiple orgasm, slight squirting, pussy smacking, face slapping

wc: 1.1k

a/n: art by 3vangel1ne_!! i am ashamed. this is pure filth. i lowkey have no idea what took over me but also i was swamped with schoolwork this week (FAWK excel/microsoft office courses!) so it worked out perfectly! also i couldn't pick a title so take some pl*yboi c*rti bs i random picked from my playlist ummmm anyways have a little bit of slut nerdjo i'm gonna go take a fat ass nap

the porcelain of the library sink is cold against your hip. the mirror is also cold against your cheek. the faucet is digging into your ribs.

“maybe next time— hmmph— you’ll think twice before breaking my glasses.”

satoru gojo. 4.0 gpa. president of the honors club, the history club, and the rotary club. always wearing some fuckass banana republic fit with sperry’s. usually buried in some textbook or browsing the library’s archives. currently, though? he had you bent over the library bathroom sink.

then there was you. gpa in the negatives. no internships, no clubs, no service hours. you went to lectures solely for the attendance grade, resorting to scrolling on your phone in class time, cheating on tests, and turning in homework two weeks late. you were here at college for two things: partying and getting the degree with as little effort as possible.

your rivalry had started in freshman year when he’d caught you peaking at smeared ink on your forearm, cheating during an intro to college algebra exam. that’s right, introduction to college algebra. he threatened to turn you in, and you offered him head in exchange for him keeping your secret. for some reason, you’d started picking on him, finding it amusing. he didn’t, obviously, but he was a rational man. instead of responding to your bullying, he took his anger out by hatefucking you.

“they were— stupid— anyways!” you grunted against the mirror. “i did you a favor— ow, 'toru!” you whined as he smushed your cheek further into the glass.

“shut the fuck up. don’t get to whine about how bad it hurts when you punched the shit outta me the other day.”

you smirked against the glass. “you could always just— ah— put up more of a fight, y’know? h-hngh… always too easy t’rough you up.”

he chuckled lowly in your ear before yanking your head back by your hair. “wouldn’t get to ruin this stupid little hole if i didn’t put up with it, now would i?” he murmured, staring at your reflection in the mirror. he gave your hair a harsh yank. “look at yourself. look. gettin’ fucked by the campus nerd. you that desperate? fuckin’ slut.”

he spanked your ass, the noise of the crack echoing in the empty bathroom. “is that what you are, hm? a little cock slut?”

you panted softly, biting your lip. you weren’t gonna answer that, obviously. his sly little smirk dropped slowly, and he pulled out of you, leaving you clenching around nothing.

“answer me. answer me, or you don’t get this dick, and you won’t get to cum.”

“fuck!” you whined, gripping the edge of the sink. “yes, ‘m a slut…”

he yanked your hair. “mhm. keep going.”

you huffed. “… ‘m a dumb little cockslut… gojo…?”

“attagirl,” he grinned, squishing his fat cock back into your hole. “maybe you aren’t so stupid after all.”

you whined in protest. sure, you were mean to him and you deserved taking what you dished out.

“now shut the fuck up while i fuck you. that’s all you are, just my dumb little hole to come here ‘nd fuck whenever i want.”

your pussy shouldn’t have clenched the way it did at his words, but it did. and he felt it. “you like that, huh?” he grinned, smushing your cheek back against the mirror.

“in your dreams, gojo,” you snapped back, but you could barely get your words out before he was pounding back into you, shoving you further into the sink as his balls slapped against your clit over and over again.

“see, your mouth says that but your pussy—“ he delivered a sharp smack! to your clit, causing you to whimper and squeeze around him. “— she says somethin’ else.”

your nails dug into the porcelain beneath you as you finally gave in to a loud whine, his hand delivering rapid little whacks to your clit while he pounded you from behind. you were right on the edge, but you couldn’t admit that. you had to have the upper hand.

“h-hah— ‘s that all you got?” you lifted your head. “pussy smackin’? doesn’t do anything f’me—“

smmmack!

satoru spanked your poor swollen clit over and over again, bending you down further so his tip bullied your cervix. “yeah? yeah, doesn’t do anything for ya, huh? fuckin’ liar, i can feel you squeezin’ my cock. stupid little hole so desperate for my cum, isn’t it? hm?”

your legs shook, your feet slipping out of your heels. holy shit. the sounds that were coming out of your mouth were absolutely obscene. “p-please, ‘toru…”

“‘pleaseee, ‘toruu…’” he mocked you with a low chuckle, making you flail your hand aimlessly behind him in an attempt at smacking him. “yeah? oh, not so big and tough now, are we? what? go on. hit me,” he paused his ministrations, yanking your head back by your hair. “go on. you know you wanna.”

you grit your teeth and kept writhing, only managing to land a pitiful slap to his abs. he cooed and pinned that hand to your tailbone, fucking back into you. “yeah. that’s what i thought."

you whined and pressed your forehead against the porcelain. you could smell remnants of the soap from earlier washes, mixed with the sweat and musk from your hate sex. your hole was pulsing around him, squeezing and sucking him in. before you knew it, your back was arching and you were oozing around his cock, screaming his name.

he laughed, actually laughed behind you. “awe, there she is… uh-huh, that’s it… that’s it…” he panted, his voice getting higher in pitch. “gonna— cum inside you— gonna carry my cum around in your pussy all night? huh?” he mocked you, yanking your hair back and grabbing you by your jaw, squishing your cheeks together. “answer me.”

he was starting to overstimulate you. your poor pussy needed a break after that first orgasm, and he just kept pounding in and out of you! poor thing, you were already clenching around him again. “y-yes, gonna carry it— f-fuck…”

he let go over your jaw and slapped your cheek. “good girl. all you’re fuckin’ good for.” he sped up his pace, obviously close, reaching down and rapidly rubbing your clit. “maybe you’re already— s-stupid— but ‘m gonna fuck this pussy till she’s stupid too…” he panted. “yeah, she wants that, huh? can feel ‘er tightening— you gonna cum again?"

you squeaked, then whined and gushed an embarrassing amount over his cock, squirting a little, making a mess of the library bathroom’s floor. gojo groaned and slammed into you one last time before spurting hot ropes of white inside of your womb, sticking to your pulsing walls.

without a word, he panted and pulled out of you, sliding your panties back into place before any of his cum could drip out. you felt him lean over your limp body, gently patting your cheek.

“hey, you with me?”

“mhmmm…” you groaned, eyes closed, nodding slowly. satoru groaned and pulled you up, forcing you to balance yourself.

“alright, come on, idiot. i’ll walk you back to your dorm.”

If you have any time for me please :)

I was thinking maybe an emre headcannon or fic on how he acts when he feels lonely and how he wants comfort from the reader? I like a clingy emre in my head, and how he’d express his desire for physical reassurance. Especially if he feels isolated because of his paranoia about Chernobog but he wants his favourite person yknow. Since he’s been alone for so long.

If you’re able to. I’d love to see more of your emre work. I love it sooooooo much <3

❤︎ dating emre sarioglu means having the clingiest god ai as your boyfriend.

a/n: hi ... i got a little too excited at an emre req and went overboard on a hc list... oopsies... anyways first ever hc list! i wanted to include pre-chernobog/talon emre bc i love mohawk em contrary to popular opinion!! also his sakura skin is so cutesie i just bought it so i thought it would be fitting to upload this today hehe <3 tysm mootie for requesting emre and indulging me !! content: emre sarioglu x reader, pre-talon emre and post-talon emre, somewhat angst, fluff, physical touch as love language, nsfw/explicit content, mentions of fingering, oral (f receiving), p in v, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, vanilla sex, aftercare, mentions of marriage

clingy!emre who, pre-overwatch fall, was attached to you like velcro. the whole strike team knew you two were two peas in a pod, a package deal. he’d sneak up on you in the hallways and grab you by your waist, fingers digging in to tickle just the slightest before peppering kisses along the column of your neck. after missions, he’d always run to you first and make sure you were 100% okay, and if you weren’t? he’d carry you to the medbay himself. your most precious memory was when you two were granted a vacation, and he took you to meet his family in turkey. he’d cooked you delicious food, fell asleep with you by the fireplace, cuddled up under the knitted blankets, and spent those three days showing you around his hometown of istanbul. one morning, he’d taken you to the marketplace, which carried the smell of çay brewing and simit carts wafting in the warm scent of sesame. emre snuck off to a small wooden cart, then returned to you with a silver heart shaped locket. “you can put our picture in there,” he’d told you while fastening the hook, then pressing a soft kiss to the nape of your neck.

clingy!emre who hadn’t seen you since he’d left overwatch. he’d insisted you two go your separate ways for your mutual safety, and you’d agreed reluctantly. he’d tilted your chin up and thumbed your tears away, promising, “this isn’t goodbye forever. we’ll find each other again. i promise.” but you’d never expected to find him like this… half machine and wires, white streaking his sideburns, and soft brown eyes now a fierce red. above all else, you’d never expected him to be killing indiscriminately, taken over and turned into a monster. he’d dropped his weapon as soon as you’d aimed yours at him, and after explaining what talon had did to him, you lowered yours. he immediately scooped you up into a hug, despite his weakened state, then buried his face in your neck, right where his kisses used to find you so easily. “i thought i’d never see you again. i never wanted you to find me like this, but i’m so glad it's you…” he’d whispered, voice breaking against your skin.

clingy!emre who is hesitant to be close to you again after being fused with chernobog. the override protocol was spontaneous, it could trigger at any moment. back on your ship, he’d sat a couch cushion apart, or moved to the counter opposite to you in the kitchen. once you’d decided to make the first move and snuggled up next to him under the covers, he didn’t look back, immediately koala-hugging you and burying his face into your hair. you could smell the machinery inside of him, feel the heat of his cables. but there was also that musk that was distinctly him, oaky and pine-ish. there were times you’d wake up in the dead of night to him clutching your hand, brow knitted, his distorted voice sleep-murmuring in finnish. once you place a hand over his cybernetic chest, he visibly relaxes, quiets down, and returns to a peaceful sleep.

clingy!emre who has good days and bad days. on his bad days, when chernobog chitters a bit louder to the point where even you can hear the whirring of the cybernetics, emre keeps his distance bur silently communicates how much he wants you. how much he needs you. keeping his distance for your safety, he still gives you apologetic looks or try and do you favors, like chores, which also distracts him from the ai stirring inside of him. he’ll stay locked up in his quarters or go train to try and sweat it out, but come dinner time, he’s always reassuring you and apologizing for his distance. he’ll cook you turkish dinners (making sure to give you extra dolma on the side) and if he’s feeling comfortable enough, he’ll give you massages.

clingy!emre who needs to know that despite everything changing, what you two have will remain the same. he’ll keep his mannerisms from overwatch, surprising you with little gifts and flowers and warm hugs from behind. he sits you down one morning over coffee and gives you his best serious look. “do you… feel the same way about me as you did before?” he’ll ask, then gesture to the red eye blinking in his chest, to which chernobog responds with a cheeky whir. “i mean… with this. does it bother you?” when you assure him nothing has changed and you still love him just as much as you did many years ago, he exhales with relief. he listens to your every word, memorizing your answer for the next time his doubts get too loud.

clingy!emre who, once he realizes you’re not afraid of him (or chernobog), lays you down in his talon quarters, making sure you’re comfortable on his bed. he mouths softly at your neck, sucking little purple spots into the skin and easing his fingers in and out of you carefully. his other hand is underneath your back, supporting you. “is this okay?” he constantly asks. “feels good?” he insists on touching you at all times, one hand running up your sides or stroking your hair while the other works its fingers inside of you, curling and rubbing incessantly at your g-spot as soon as he finds it. he also insists on making you cum twice, once on his fingers and once on his tongue, before even thinking about pulling his boxers down.

clingy!emre who never lets you top. even if you do manage to straddle him and sink down onto him, he does most of the work, lifting and dropping your hips or pistoning up into you. otherwise, he’s on top, worshipping your body with kisses and rubs and gentle touches while he slowly moves in and out, dragging sweet moans from your lips. he begs for you to say his name, and if you call him any term of endearment in his native tongue? he’s gone, spurting hot white robes inside of you, his voice pitching like it always does when he cums.

clingy!emre who always makes sure you cum first. if he’s close before you, he pulls out and goes back to curling his fingers inside of you, suckling at your clit, desperately trying to get you off. he’ll ignore the throbbing ache between his legs, his sole focus on getting your back to arch and your voice to break. when you do cum, he licks up every last drop and more before sliding back in, moaning at how wet and warm you feel. he checks to make sure you’re okay before pounding into you, grunting into your neck as he chases his high.

clingy!emre who always takes aftercare seriously. he cleans you up with a fresh wet towel, brings you blotting pads for the sweat on your face, water, and lots and lots of kisses. he hugs you to his chest and buries his face in your neck, listening to your pulse beating. the first night he was able to hold you again, when the cool metal chain of your necklace brushed against his nose, he pulled away and took the heart between his fingers. “you kept this?” he smiled and shook his head with a chuckle. it opened and inside was a faded photograph, taken in the quarters of the gibraltar watchpoint. emre still had that fuckass mohawk and smart little smirk, while you kissed his cheek. his eyes almost welled with tears as he studied every grain of ink, then he pulled you impossibly closer. “i’m never letting you go again…” he whispered into your hair. “i promise. for real this time.”

clingy!emre who has always been touchy and attached to you by the hip. but now, after he thought he’d lost you for good? he can’t stand to be away from you or not know where you are. one night, he’s stroking your forearm and admiring your features. “havana,” he says suddenly. “let’s retire to havana one day. together.” when you furrow your brow with confusion, he only smiles. “you know… you’d look good in a white dress… and a veil…” he laughs when you smack his arm, and he thinks to himself that after all you two have been through, the least he can do is ensure you a have happily ever after.

synopsis: the one where you and choso have been ghosting each other. which is expected, after all, hookups aren't that serious. right? after yuji itadori drags you to a rugby match, you find out just how serious choso kamo is.

part two of this! part three is here!

content: MDNI. frat!rugby!choso kamo x reader, college au, modern au, rugby au, top reader x sub choso kinda maybe we hoenstly will never know, established dynamic, pining, explicit smut, established relationship by the end, size kink if you squint, breast play, fingering, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, switch choso, wall sex, locker room sex, slight dom choso? maybe? he tries. also crack humor per usual y'all know my damn rodeo by now.

wc: 3.5k

a/n: art by vah_arina! HELLO as promised, part 2... i feel kinda bad abt this one because i didn't really write part 1 with a series in mind but honestly?? it was kind of satisfying and maybe i'll do a part 3 i lowkirkenuinely have an idea. LMK EYE EMOJI. also i kind of have to lock in on school this week so next upload will most likely be porn no plot, but get ready to be TOUCHED bc mama chanel is gonna feed you guys. okay have fun reading this mwah

two weeks, three days, and fourteen hours.

you set your phone down on the library table. it had been just a little over two weeks since you’d snuck out of choso kamo’s bedroom at the sigma tau party before it died down completely. the reason? it was just a hookup. that’s it. plain and simple. yuji had asked you to talk to him, just talk! not go up to his room, play video games, and hookup!

he hadn’t texted you despite you putting your number in his phone. and you obviously weren’t going to text him first.

which was fine! totally, completely fine. you'd gotten what you came for: a frat party, bragging rights, and the personal satisfaction of making a six-foot-something rugby player whimper a little. you weren’t pressed, you weren’t checking your instagram story views obsessively, and you definitely weren’t posting cryptic songs in your instagram notes. 

“what’s wrong?” yuji’s voice broke you out of your mind-wandering. 

“nothing’s wrong,” you murmured in reply, quickly scanning your lecture notes to appear busy. your pink haired friend, who happened to be the younger brother of choso and your unspoken wingman, looked up from his laptop and gave you a look. 

“you’ve been checking your phone once every two minutes. obviously something is wrong.”

you didn’t respond, instead scribbling down something furiously into your notebook. yuji only sighed. “look, he’s bad at communication. between labs and rugby practice, he never even responds to the tiktoks i send him anymore. not to mention he’s never really had a girlfriend.” your head snapped up so fast you almost got whiplash. “what? he’s never had a girlfriend?”

yuji shrugged. “he’s had hookups and shit, but nothing serious.”

you blinked, unsure how to take that information. “right… speaking of, has he… mentioned me at all?”

yuji’s lips twitched, like he was trying not to smile and failing miserably at hiding it. “whyyy?” he dragged out. “you miss him or somethin’?”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes. “oh my god, relax, i was literally just asking.”

“right,” yuji nodded. “so you were checking your phone fifty times in the past fifteen minutes because you were… what? tracking the time?” you kicked him under the table. “i didn’t check it fifty times!”

“you did,” he groaned, rubbing his shin. “it’s honestly getting kind of sad.”

“shut up before i kick you again.”

“oooo, someone’s got a cruuuushhh…” yuji teased, bringing his legs criss-cross applesauced in his chair so you couldn’t kick him again. you only shot him a glare in response and buried yourself back in your notes.

the thing was (and you’d never admit this aloud, let alone to yuji) maybe you did have a crush on choso. it had been a surprisingly good experience, better than any experience you had with hookups in the past. the man had played overwatch with you, taught you how to use the controller, he studied blood, and mothered a bonsai tree in his dorm. above all, in that moment before he’d fallen asleep, he’d looked at you like you’d personally hung the moon. maybe it had been the alcohol talking, or maybe you really did like him.

two days later, your phone was still dry. you’d been curled up in bed watching some shitty netflix romcom when a rapid knocking interrupted your bedrotting. "i need you to come to something on saturday," itadori smiled, materializing at your dorm room door with two cups of dining hall coffee like a golden retriever who'd learned to use a meal swipe.

you snatched the coffee out of his hand. “what thing.”

“the… um… homegamerugbymatch…” he murmured at volume one.

“the what?”

“the home game rugby match…?” he smiled nervously. “yes, choso will be there, but he invited me and i don’t wanna go alone and i think it would be a good opportunity for you to-”

“absolutely not.”

"--and it's outside so the weather's nice and i'll buy you wendy's after–"

"yuji."

he stopped and slumped, then just looked at you with those annoyingly sincere, adorable brown eyes. "just come watch the game. you don't even have to talk to him. you can pretend you don't know him. i won't say anything."

you stared into your dining hall coffee.

the thing about itadori was that he was genuinely, aggressively hard to say no to. not because he was manipulative- he was possibly the least manipulative person you'd ever met- but because it was like telling a puppy you couldn’t take it on a walk or give it a treat or throw the ball.

"wendy's after? on you?" you asked.

he beamed. "wendy's after. on me." 

it was unusually hot for october. the sun was beating down on your skin, drenching you with sweat. you were squinting underneath your sunglasses, arms crossed, thoroughly unamused.

“this is some bullshit, yuji,” you scoffed. “we aren’t even winning.”

“chocolate frosties… french fries…” yuji reminded you, practically drooling at the thought of the fast food run you two were going to grab afterwards. “shit, they’re bringing cho out. CHOSO I NEED THISSSS!! MY TEAM IS KINDA POINT-LESS!!!!”

you wanted to melt into a puddle as yuji stood and flailed the foam pointer finger in the air, attracting the entire mid-sized stadium’s attention to you two. choso, in his six-foot-something glory, jogged onto the field, and you had to squeeze your thighs together on the aluminum bench. his tan skin was slicked with sweat, his dark purple-ish hair pulled into pigtails, and his muscles bulging. eye black was painted in thin strips over both eyes, from his forehead to mid-cheek, and across his nose bridge, each stripe pointed with little arrows. you tried not to remember how he sounded when he whined your name, or the feeling of him thrusting up into you when he got close.

his gaze scanned the cheering crowd, then landed on obnoxious yuji itadori next to you. then, it landed on you. you looked away so fast you almost got whiplash. what an interesting popcorn kernel on the bleachers, you thought while yuji smacked your arm. “dude, dude, dude, he’s staring right at you!!” he smiled, “you missed it!”

“yuji. shut. up.” you groaned as the whistle blew. 

choso was fast for his size, aggressive in a way that his quiet off-field energy hadn’t prepared you for at all. every time the ball got into his hands something shifted in him, in the crowd, in the bench underneath you that yuji was vibrating on like an excited chihuahua.

“LET HIM COOK!!” yuji practically screeched, and you yanked him down by his sleeve. the pink haired boy buzzed with excitement, shaking you by your shoulders. “come onnnn be excited! we’re winning now!”

you sat there and crossed your arms silently, your gaze following choso behind your sunglasses.

jujutsu uni was up by a lot in the second half when choso scored again: a brutal, clean run that made the crowd erupt and made yuji lose what little remained of his sanity. and this time, when choso turned around, breathing hard, his dark hair coming loose from its ties, your eyes met and held for a beat too long.

he didn’t smile exactly. but something in his expression settled, like he’d been waiting to confirm something and now he had.

“okay, you’re both down bad,” yuji grinned, elbowing you. “you’re welcome, by the way.”

the final whistle blew and the jujutsu university spirits had won. choso was tackled by his teammates, all of them celebrating in a clump of sweat and cologne. the crowd, including yuji, surged. 

okay. game over. wendy’s time. time for a chocolate frosty, fries, and more bedrotting in your dorm. you decided to get up and make a graceful exit, and you’d text yuji to tell him you were at the car. huffing as you shoved past cheering parents and students, you realized maybe after this yuji would finally stop trying to set you up with his brother. your sneakers thudded against the grass as you made a beeline for the exit.

“hey!”

you froze, then turned slowly in hopes that you’d compose yourself before seeing him. you didn’t, of course. once he was only two feet away from you and you could smell his musk, sweat, and cologne, you almost threw yourself at him. 

“choso… hi,” you opted for an awkward greeting instead. “good game.”

he panted softly and scratched the back of his neck, tilting his head at you. “you were leaving?”

“um… yeah, yuji and i are gonna go grab some food…”

choso nodded. “…oh.” then he stood awkwardly, digging the toe of his sneaker into the grass. he looked at you for a moment. his chest was still rising and falling from the game, his jaw doing that thing where it worked slightly before he figured out what he wanted to say. “can you just come with me for a second? i want to talk to you.”

you blinked. “oh, um… y’know, yuji’s probably wai-“

“he’s not. he’s talking with the team,” he cut you off. “please.”

and there it was: the same “please” as before, same low, quiet delivery, same effect on your ability to make rational decisions. you let out a long breath through your nose.

“fine,” you said. “make it quick.”

his shoulders dropped like he’d been bracing for a no. “c’mon,” he led you back past the gates and through the tunnel underneath. 

the locker room was empty, the rest of the team still outside celebrating, the overhead lights flickering slightly before settling. it smelled like grass and cheap body spray and something that was very distinctly male, which for some reason sent your pheromones into a rage. you swallowed your hormones, crossed your arms, and leaned against the row of lockers.

choso set his bag down on a bench and stood in front of you. he looked you up and down, then opted for “you look nice.”

you blinked. “thanks. um… you too?”

he laughed softly, gesturing to his grassy jersey, bruised knees, and sweaty skin. “you don’t have to lie.”

finally, you cracked a smile. “i’m not lying.”

he swallowed and nodded, then inhaled heavily. “i… listen. i’m sorry. i’m really bad at texting,” he started. “i had so many labs to do and then practice was crazy, and also… i didn’t even know if you wanted me texting you, which was stupid—“

“it was.”

“— and you have every right to be annoyed with me about that. by the time i knew i wanted to text you, it had been a few days, and then a week, then two weeks… it just felt stupid to text you after that long. i thought i’d missed my window or somethin’.”

you were still, and his heart beat rapidly. no, not matter how badly you didn’t want to admit it, you weren’t annoyed with him. okay, maybe the tiniest bit, but if anything, it had just been a test of patience. 

you smiled and stepped closer. “if it makes you feel better, i checked my phone every two minutes instead of just texting you first. but… i didn’t wanna seem desperate. so… we’re both a little stupid, huh?”

he huffed out something close to a laugh. “yeah, i guess so.”

you looked at him for a moment. rugby jersey, grass stains, the little scar on the bridge of his nose. “so just text me next time,” you took his dog tag necklace in your fingers and gently pushed at his chest. he didn’t budge, only chuckled. “okay. i will, i promise.”

and then neither of you said anything, and the silence stretched out. you became very aware of how close you were standing to him, how he was looking at you, and how his hands had drifted to hover near your waist the same way they did last time, like he wanted to reach out but wasn’t sure if he was allowed to yet.

“congrats on winning the game,” you murmured, smiling coyly up at him. “i almost thought we were gonna lose.”

he shrugged and smirked. “yeah, well, once you put me out there, the other team is cooked. besides, i had to lock in since you were watching.”

you rolled your eyes. “oh, shut up.”

he laughed and finally let his hands rest on your waist. “make me.”

you didn’t hesitate, tugging him down by his dog tags. his lips crashed against yours, moving with needy urgency. he pressed you up against the back of a locker, wet kisses smacking against your lips. he was already making little noises and trying to not grind against you. 

“w-wait, your teammates-“ you stammered against his lips. 

“we got time. five minutes, i’d say,” he murmured, trailing his kisses downwards now. “besides, yuji will watch for us.”

damn. maybe he was an annoying little shit, but you had to admit, yuji was a solid wingman.

choso thumbed at one of the buttons on your blouse. “can i…?” he just barely whimpered, and he almost ripped your blouse apart when you nodded. he undid your bra without hesitation and immediately buried his face between your tits, squeezing them and kissing up and down your sternum. 

“c-cho—“ your back arched against the cold metal, and he shut you up by latching onto a nipple and suckling, the sensation making your bud perk up in between his lips. “missed you so fucking bad…” he whined against your tit, staring up at you with those goddamn puppy eyes. his fingers fumbled with your jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them in a hurry.

your head tilted back against the locker. even just this felt too good. you hadn’t realized just how much you’d missed his lips on your skin, or his fingers trailing up your inner thighs. the pads of his fingers rubbed over your dampened lace, then pulled it aside and swiped through your folds. “god damn…” he grunted, easing two fingers in with a wet squelch.

a whine bubbled up from the back of your throat. “choso, s-shit…” you groaned, nails digging into his bicep. he wasn’t this dominant last time, but you figured he was probably pent up after the game. dark hair brushed against your neck as he moved from your tit to your collarbone, sucking hickies into your skin while he pumped his fingers in and out.

“need t’fuck you. now. please…” he begged, whining against your saliva-slicked skin. “please, baby… been fuckin’ dying t’feel your pussy around my cock again, pleeasee…” aaaand there it was. maybe he could take control, but at the end of the day he was still a whiny, desperate, pussydrunk man. 

you nodded, gently tugging at his hair. “cho, ‘m not gonna stop you…”

his shorts dropped to the floor in a second, followed by his boxers. the fabric of his jersey stretched as he picked you up, biceps flexing to keep you pressed up against the locker, your legs wrapped around his waist. he slammed into you without hesitation, practically crying into your neck. “sorry– ‘m sorry, i need- need t’feel you- fuck, ohmygod…” he panted and whined. “you’re so tight, s-so good…” 

your nails dug into his back, brow knit as he slammed into you. you hadn’t considered how strong he really was, considering you’d topped him last time, and now each thrust was dragging a pathetic moan out of you. a tingling feeling spread from your cervix outwards, only intensifying each time his tip kissed it, making you twist his jersey between your fingers and squeeze his hips with your thighs. 

“when i saw you in the stands,” his voice broke, panting with effort as he rutted into you. “f-fuck, i couldn’t believe- you really came out t’see me–” his pace picked up, slamming you into the cool metal over and over again. “i-i wan’ you– hic– t’come to my games–” 

he was twitching inside of you, his sack slapping against the curve of your ass with each thrust. you could feel how close he was. “cho…” you gasped. “i’ll come t’all of ‘em. be your– f-fuck– personal cheerleader or some shit–”

that seemed to set him off. the image of you in the stands, waving some cute little pom-poms and cheering for him in a little skirt? his cock throbbed.

“fuck! h-hngh!!” he whined against your neck, spurting hot ropes of white inside of you. his load was so heavy it seeped out of your hole and fell to the floor of the locker room with a splat! you followed close behind, whining into his neck and arching your back off the locker. 

he slumped against you, not dropping you just yet, but relaxing his muscles. he panted against your skin, then pressed wet, soothing kisses to where he’d sucked purple spots into. “you’re amazing…” he mused, smiling shyly when he pulled away.

you actually felt yourself blushing. “oh, stop.”

“no, ‘m serious…” he mumbled, letting you down carefully. he grabbed a tissue from his gym bag and cleaned himself off, pulled his bottoms back up, then grabbed a tissue for you. he carefully wiped at your inner thighs and sensitive pussy, then squatted and pulled your jeans up, nimbly zipping and buttoning them back up. “there.”

he hesitated, scratching the back of his neck as he stood. “were you, um… serious? about coming to my games?”

“and being your cheerleader?” you teased, smiling. “sure. i’ll get a little kamo jersey and do the eye black stuff ‘nd everything. i’ll get yuji to do it too”

he swallowed thickly, gulping down the lump in his throat. “right, with yuji. i meant, um… like… would you maybe wanna be my, like… girlfriend?” he struggled to get the words out, unable to look you in the eye. he opted for staring at the floor like he was asking the tile out instead of you. his face had heated up a bright pink color.

you stared at him for a moment. choso kamo, the best rugby player at your school, who studied blood, took care of plants, and played video games, basically your exact type… was asking you out. “like… girlfriend girlfriend?”

“i mean… yeah,” he lifted his head. “i mean- if you want to, that is. i just figured because you said you’d come to my games, but i know it’s only been twice and if that’s, like, weird, i–”

“choso,” you cut him off, stepping forward and fixing a tuft of dark hair that had fallen into his eyes, then you smiled. “yeah. i’ll be your girlfriend.”

his shoulders dropped like he’d been holding his breath for weeks. surprisingly, a smile spread across his face. a genuine, warm smile that lit up his dark, tired features. “... ok,” he nodded. “cool.” 

“cool,” you agreed. he laughed, actually laughed, ducking his head so his hair fell forward. you hadn't heard him laugh like that before. you brushed his hair away again, and he got that look in his eyes again, like you were his moon and stars and every plant in his garden, like he wanted to put you under a microscope and learn everything about you.

“what?” you grinned.

“nothin’. just…” he cupped your face and kissed your lips, softly and tenderly, like this time it was for real. you were stunned for just a moment before responding, cupping his face and–

there was a clambering and muffled shouting noise you two hadn’t even noticed. not until it was too late, when the locker room doors swung open. “YO–”

you two jumped apart like you’d been electrocuted.

“OH SHIT—” “KAMO?!” “AGAIN?” “bro couldn’t even wait until after the post-match huddle.” naoya smirked.

“shut the fuck up,” choso snapped, voice cracking just slightly as his face went bright red. he turned away immediately, dragging a hand down his face like he could physically wipe away the embarrassment. you were pretty sure your face matched his.

“we’re leaving,” you muttered quickly, grabbing his wrist before he could spiral any further. “yeah. okay,” he nodded, not even arguing, letting you pull him along as you both made a very quick, very awkward exit past a group of grinning rugby players.

“wrap it up next time, kamo!” a deep voice called after you.

“fuck you, todo!” choso called back.

yuji was waiting by his dumbass modded honda civic when you two came hurrying over, still holding hands. he looked up from his phone and immediately gave you two a shit-eating grin.

“well, well, well. that took a lot longer than a quick ‘good game.’”

“shut up, yuji,” you and choso both muttered.

“ew, now you two are in sync,” he grumbled as he hopped in and started the car up. he gave you two a look as you both slid into the backseat. “leaving me alone up here? i'm hurt...”

“just drive,” you sighed, and he shrugged, backing up and roaring the engine as he pulled onto the university’s main road. “fiiine. so now i’m your plug, wingman, and personal chauffeur.”

“and wendy’s is still on you,” you replied snarkily, draping your legs across choso’s lap, at which he blushed and gently thumbed your thigh. yuji caught it in his rear view mirror, and scowled, but didn’t protest.

“alright, but we need to set some ground rules here. rule number one: no fucking in the backseat.”

you and choso both blushed furiously. “yuji!” 

“rule number two: you both share your fries with me. y’know, since i set this whole thing up… yeah, yeah, you’re welcome, by the way. again.”

choso chuckled under his breath, shaking his head, then reached forward to ruffle yuji’s hair with his free hand. “sorry, little bro. both of those rules are gonna get broken.” 

© all writing belongs to angellude. all characters belong to gege akutami.

also personally i think the ow touches were a nice flair of personality 🥹 mizuki fits him lololo