#angellude

synopsis: the one where you’re dying to go to a frat party. you don’t want to go alone, and your best friend itadori promises to take you on one condition: you talk to his older brother. just talk, nothing crazy. of course, you never do anything half-assed.

part 2 is here! part 3 is here!

content: MDNI. frat!choso kamo x reader, top reader x sub choso, college au, modern au, drinking, edible usage, vaping, alcohol, hookup, mutual attraction, explicit smut, slight age gap (college, reader is a freshman and choso is a senior), oral sex (f and m receiving), unprotected sex, p in v, fingering, creampie, dry humping, choso cums too soon, reader tops, teasing, crack humor, overwatch references (i have an addiction)

wc: 4.6k

a/n: art by thatsallitchief! y'all when i tell you i had so much work to do after spring break but mama got it done and is feeding y'all. except i feel like this one wound up being kind of rushed... also can you tell i've never been to a frat. they lowkey scare me which is why i would want my close personal bestie yuji itadori to accompany me to one!! anyways. i wrote most of this while half asleep soooooo sorry if there's any mistakes i missed while proofreading <333 i feel like i treat a/ns like diary entries lmfao

“pleaaaasee, itadori,” you pouted and rested your head on his shoulder, giving him puppy eyes. “please? kappa is throwing a huge one this weekend.”

itadori, who had his laptop open to his lecture notes but was really buried in his instagram reels, waved a hand. “kappa sucks anyways. weird ass frat.”

you raised a brow. “and you would know? you never go to frats, you spent every friday night playing fortnite or whatever…” you retorted, crossing your arms and slouching back in your chair. itadori scoffed in response. “modern warfare. and for your information, not every friday! sometimes i go to sig tau.”

“sig tau?”

“yeah. my older brother is a member.”

you shot up in your seat. “you have an older brother?” your jaw dropped, and itadori finally looked up from his phone. “yeah. look, dude. tung tung sahur.” he grinned, showing you his phone. you didn’t pay any attention to the brainrot he was showing you, more focused on the pressing matter at hand.

“itadori. you have an older brother who’s in a frat and you haven’t taken me yet?”

he shrugged. “i didn’t think you’d wanna go. buuuut i guess i can bring you with this weekend… on one condition.”

“anything.”

itadori grinned like how he did when he was about to steal one of your ramen cups. “talk to my brother.”

your raised brow and your smile dropped. a set up? “hell no.”

“please? i think you’ll really like him. he’s on the rugby team, he’s really tall—“

“nope. i told you, after that situationship from welcome week, men are off limits for me,” you held up a hand, shaking your head. itadori scoffed. “i wouldn’t really call fushiguro a situationship, more like a deluluship—“

“regardless! men are a no-no.”

itadori gave you a knowing look. “okay then. no frat. you can go to kappa on your own.”

you frowned at the thought of sticky floors, cheap alcohol, and being by yourself with no other friends. kugisaki and maki had no interest in coming with you to a frat. “… fine. what’s his instagram?” you gave in with a sigh.

itadori’s thumbs flew across his screen before he pulled up the page: a blank. user chosokamo. not even a profile picture.

“wow. he’s handsome,” you muttered sarcastically.

“he’s shy.”

“a shy frat guy on the rugby team? i don’t buy it.”

“you’ll see,” itadori grinned. “he’s nice. really, he’s quiet, but he’s a sweet guy. you’ll love him.”

“do i have to sleep with him or something?”

“i doubt you’ll get that far.”

you weren’t one to turn down a challenge. come friday night, you’d stalked down all of choso’s profiles. instagram, twitter, snapchat (practically nonexistent snap score), tiktok, spotify, linkedin, battle.net account. reposts of cat videos, playlists with rap and 2000s emo rock music for workouts, worked at a… plant nursery as a part time job? majored in biology with a focus in hematology. mained mizuki in overwatch.

you looked yourself over in the mirror while itadori waited outside. micro shorts, a cute halter top, some layered jewelry, shitty sneakers (in case of spills), and dolly makeup. good enough.

“come onnnnn slut!” itadori groaned outside your door. you swung it open and glared at him. “give me the goods.”

itadori rolled his eyes and slammed a red, sugarcoated gummy and pink vape in your hand. “can’t believe i’m your plug and your ride to a frat. for free.”

you scoffed, chewing the gummy. “hey, i gave you answers to the midterm, didn’t i? consider this payment. also, strawberry cloud dream?” you raised a brow at the pink device.

“it matches my hair!”

the sigma tau house was three blocks from campus and you could hear it before you saw it. it was brick and not exactly a small house, led lights in each window. red cups littered the lawn and a few guys out front were doing something that looked like it had started as a drinking game but had wound up being something entirely different.

you took a long drag of the strawberry cloud and ghosted it before braving a step inside. sticky floors, bass that vibrated your inner ear, faces you couldn’t really make out due to the low lighting.

you hadn’t even realized itadori left your side when he came back to you bearing gifts: a red solo cup. “sprite and svedka,” he grinned proudly.

you took a hesitant sip and grimaced. “holy shit. dude, this is svedka and like… a splash of sprite.”

itadori laughed and slung his arm around your shoulder. “welcome to your first frat party. okay, so, choso is in the kitchen—“

“the kitchen?”

“yeah, he doesn’t like the main room. actually, he doesn’t like coming out of his room…”

your brow furrowed. this guy didn’t sound like he belonged to a frat. then again, he studied blood. you let yuji lead you to the kitchen, shuffling past a girl who was throwing up into the trash can and right towards—

holy shit.

definitely over six feet worth of pure muscle, not too bulked but just beefy enough, eye bags, a scar on his nose bridge? no matter. dark hair that reached just below his ears, a wearing a band top and jeans. the hand holding his phone was both veiny and boney, his knuckles highlights with ridges of veins that ran down to his forearms. definitely your type. fushiguro who?

“yo, bro!” itadori smiled and waved, guiding you towards him. the man looked up, glanced at you, then looked back to his brother. “hey, yuji.”

you stood awkwardly at itadori’s side, mouth watering as you watched his older brother converse with him. his jaw was nice and defined, his lips pouted just the slightest bit…

“so this is my friend…” he finally introduced you. “the girl from my freshman year seminar i told you about? and this is my brother choso kamo, he’s a senior… right! so, um, i’m gonna go grab another drink—“

“wait, itadori!” you hissed, but he was gone in a flash. you whipped back to face his older brother, laughing nervously. “hi…”

“… hi.”

you stood in awkward silence for a moment. “so… kamo? not itadori?” you blurted out the ice breaker, and immediately regretted it. who asked a stranger about the specifics of their last name? was it the alcohol, or your nerves, or both?

“it’s… a long story…” choso looked away.

“right…” you dropped your gaze to the ground, then back up at him. you weren’t giving up. “so… itadori tells me you study biology? hematology?” a lie, obviously you’d figured out from stalking his linkedin. choso blinked up at you. “… yeah. he told you that?”

you nodded and lied through your teeth. “yeah. pretty… specific. why blood?”

choso shrugged and took a sip of whatever was in his cup. “my family has a history of blood disorders…” he murmured. “i wanted to understand it, so… i studied it.”

“oh,” you nodded slowly. it wasn’t the answer you’d expected. to be honest, you didn’t know what to expect with this guy. his head tilted up and you could make out the faintest tint of pink of his ears. “sorry. not good party conversation, huh?”

you shrugged. “i wouldn’t know. this is my first frat.”

his eyes widened. “your first— and you’re talking with me?” he scoffed. “you should go out and have fun with yuji.”

“i like talking with you,” you blurted out thanks to the 99% svedka drink in your cup. you realized how stupid you'd sounded. maybe three sentences exchanged with this guy and you liked talking with him?

he swallowed thickly. “you do…?” he mumbled, then straightened up when you nodded. “… what do you study?”

you could’ve easily ended the conversation fifteen, twenty minutes ago. once you got to the forty minute mark and had flown through three different topics of conversation with choso, you’d forgotten about your deal with itadori.

“so… mizuki?” you tilted your head. choso was smiling just the slightest bit by now. “yeah. used to main reinhardt, but his shield got nerfed.”

“so you abandoned him for support?” you laughed softly. “hey, at least you could be my d.va’s pocket healer now.”

choso raised a brow. “you play d.va? not surprised.”

you scoffed. “what’s that supposed to mean?” choso shrugged, not answering the question. “you play other video games?” he asked. you shrugged. “usually cod or fortnite with itadori. you?”

“… league of legends. on occasion.”

“ew.”

“hey!”

you busted out laughing, holding his arm for balance. you were about to make another snarky comment about his taste in video games when a head of pink hair swayed up to you guys.

“heyyyy guyssss…” he laughed and threw his arms around the both of you, effectively squishing you against choso’s firm chest. “having fun? need refills? you want—“

“yuji. go away,” choso playfully shoved his brother, earning a wide grin from your friend. “right right, of course, if you guys need anything… more drinks, condoms—“

“yuji!”

you laughed and rested your hand on choso’s chest, not having moved from where you’d been pressed against him. he tilted his head down to look at you. “sorry about him.”

“don’t apologize for him,” you smiled. “he’s an idiot, but i'm getting used to it.”

“yeah? how’s that going?” choso smirked, earning another small laugh from you. “not well.”

choso hummed. “try living with him for 19 years.”

“huh?” you tilted your head. the music had been turned up impossibly louder. choso leaned in and spoke a little louder in your ear. “i said, try living with him for 19 years.”

you laughed softly, the alcohol making you bubbly and flirty. “it’s loud in here.”

“it is,” he agreed, setting his cup down. “you wanna go up to my room?” he blurted out, then stilled. “i mean… just ‘cause it’s quieter. and i have my xbox so we can play games. not ‘cause… i mean— unless you’d—“

you suddenly felt sobered up. this had just been a stupid challenge, you remembered, but now it was real. “choso,” you cut him off, then nodded with a small smile. “lead the way.”

on your way up the stairs, led by choso holding your hand. you glanced down at the party to find itadori’s jaw dropped as he stared up at you, then he gave you a thumbs up and a big smile. you pretended you didn’t see him.

choso’s hand immediately left yours as soon as you were in his room. assuming he was undressing or tidying up his bed or something, you looked around his room. my chemical romance and deftones posters, textbooks, a bonsai tree.

then you heard the xbox turning on. you whipped around to find him sitting in his beanbag, thumbing the controller and looking up at you expectantly.

oh my god. he was actually serious about playing video games.

you glanced at him, then the tv. “you’re… serious?”

he furrowed his brow. “why wouldn’t i be?”

you pushed aside the ache between your thighs and settled next to him in his beanbag, noticing how he tensed up a little. you took the second controller and resigned yourself to the fact that instead of getting laid tonight, you’d be queuing up in ranked.

you were terrible at overwatch on console. you were used to pc and were still getting used to the controls. “you just walked into the enemy team,” choso muttered.

“excuse me. i’m tanking.”

“your kd is tanking, you mean.”

you frowned. “i’m used to pc, okay?”

“here,” he actually smiled, scooting closer behind you, wrapping his arms around yours and placing his hands over yours. “okay, left stick moves,” he mumbled in your ear. “right stick is for camera. this button shoots. this one’s your ult. you good?”

you glanced up at him, your faces inches away from each other. “yeah…” you murmured, looking back to the screen and playing better now that you knew the controls. “like this?”

“yeah, just like that… good.”

your thighs squeezed together, and you blushed as you realized he was close enough to probably feel it. you glanced back up at him, hearing your character die on the screen as you lost focus. choso didn’t comment, only staring down at you. he was close, close enough that you could make out the little scar on the bridge of his nose, the slight furrow of his brow, the way his lips had parted just a bit.

without thinking, you leaned in and pressed your lips to his. both controllers clattered to the floor.

choso was quick and eager, returning the kiss and grabbing your waist. his tongue slipped into your mouth, rubbing against yours as he grunted with effort. you felt his cock straining against his jeans as he almost rutted against your thigh.

he caught himself, though, and pulled away panting softly, his lips glossed with your saliva. “s-sorry, that was—“

you shut him up with another kiss, pulling him close and swinging your leg over so you were straddling his lap. he groaned and pulled you closer, grinding up into you. you rolled your hips in response, and a high pitched noise bubbled up from his throat.

you pulled away to find him beet red with wide eyes. “that wasn’t—“

“you whimpered.”

his face scrunched up a bit. "what? no, i didn't-"

his protest was cut off as you rolled your hips again, an undeniable, broken, high pitched noise spilled from his lips. his fingers dug into your waist, trying to hold you still as he looked away, his cheeks flushed.

"oh my god," you half breathed out, half laughed out. "you're serious."

"stop." his voice held no conviction, his body betraying him as you felt his hips bucking up and rubbing up against you just the slightest bit.

you smirked and lifted your hips, pulling off of him. "fine," you murmured, and he immediately got the look of a kicked puppy, instinctively reaching for your waist again. "wait, no, don't-"

he paused as you got on your knees in front of him, running a hand through your hair to push it back. "... oh," he murmured, his hand sifting into your hair as you undid his jeans. his breath audibly hitched when you pulled his boxers down, his cock slapping up against his abs. he was already throbbing in your hand and beading pre, which you thumbed and smeared over his flared head.

“fuck…” he groaned, spreading his legs further apart. you looked up at him through your lashes. “sensitive?” you teased, and he only managed a nod in response.

you hummed and gently pumped him, barely even that. deciding to tease, you basically ghosted your fingers over his length, then leaned in and pressed a little wet kiss to his leaking tip.

“mm-hm!” his hips bucked up and a whine bubbled up from his chest. his tip prodded at your lips, and you took the opportunity to close your lips around him and sink your head down just a few inches. he was already a whining mess, tugging at your hair as his thighs tensed.

“fuck—“ he groaned after not even a minute. “wait, wait, wait— ‘m not gonna—“

you pulled off of him, lips still connected to his cock by a string of saliva. “don’t tell me you’re already close,” you raised a brow.

he huffed a small, nervous laugh. “i… think i am…” and judging by how he looked, he wasn’t lying. dark hair sticking with sweat to his forehead just a bit, his chest rising and falling as he panted, his flushed skin, face and ears tinted pink.

“that fast?” a shit-eating grin tugged at your lips.

he groaned and let his head fall back, scrubbing his free hand down his face. “you were just…!” he protested, gesturing vaguely to his lap, then you.

you hummed. “fair.” you moved to take him back into your mouth, but a tug on your hair stopped you. frowning, you protested. “what…?”

his chest was still heavy with his panting, his hips twitching up into the air. “just— i won’t last if you keep—“

“so?” you shrugged, dropping your gaze back to where your hand was wrapped around him. you stuck out your tongue and let a glob of spit spill to his tip, then smeared it along his slit. “i know i was teasing you, but i don’t care. really.”

he groaned and tugged at your hair again, then reached down and pulled you up by your arms, making you squeak in surprise. “choso—!”

“not like this…” he grunted, hoisting you up effortlessly, holding your legs around his waist as he stood. “wanna make you feel good first…” he mumbled shyly into your neck, setting you down on the bed and kissing down your body. his lips left a wet, cool trail on your skin, goosebumps following.

your stomach did a flip. itadori was right… he really was sweet. your expression softened. “you don’t have to—“

“i want to,” he mumbled against your inner thigh, his lips suckling gently at the skin there. he hesitated, pulling just an inch away and gazing up at you like he was already drunk on you. “… is that okay?”

your heart flopped around in your chest. “yeah…” you sighed out softly. he nodded and carefully undid the button and zipper of your jeans, pulling them down with your panties.

“holy shit…” he mumbled aloud, probably meaning to keep that in his head. he reached up hesitantly and gently spread your drooling folds with his fingers. he glanced back up at you with wider puppy eyes, quietly asking for permission.

you nodded, fingers threading into his dark locks. “go ahead.”

he didn’t waste a second, pressing a wet kiss to your clit before suckling the bud between his lips.

“fuck—!” your knees jerked up along with your hips. "oh my god, where the fuck did you-?"

"mmph," he grunted against your cunt. "'m not a virgin, y'know,"

your cheeks flushed. "yeah, i knew that..." you grumbled, even though up until about five seconds ago you'd figured he hadn't felt the touch of a woman before. he huffed against you and picked up his pace as if he now had something to prove, his tongue delving between your folds and slurping up every drop of your slick. his thumb came to rub quick little circles into your swollen bud, leaving you fisting at his hair.

"choso- holy shit-"

"mmf..." he grunted, his hips jerking against the mattress. he kept humming and grunting in both the effort of eating you out and the pleasure from grinding against his bed, the vibrations shooting through you and making your back arch.

he definitely knew what he was doing, at least with you. every time your hips jerked up or your thighs twitched or you tugged at his hair, he chased it, learning you in real time. his hand slid up your stomach, grabbing a fistful of your top to ground himself. he was practically humping the mattress, desperate for friction to soothe his throbbing cock.

you were too lost in your own cloud of pleasure to even notice it. one hand fisted at his hair, keeping his face buried in your pussy, the other fisted at the sheets. "f-fuck, cho- 'm close..."

he groaned and grabbed your hips, pulling you impossibly closer to his face. "c'mon." you could barely make out what he said, his voice was so muffled. he sucked harshly on your clit, then brought his hand to plunge two deft fingers into your hole, bullying your g-spot. "c'mon, give it t'me... please..."

you came with a whine of his name, your back arching and obscene squelching noises coming from where choso’s tongue met your sticky walls. he groaned loudly, his jaw going slack for a moment, and the moment the mattress stopped squeaking was when you realized it had been making noise at all.

he shuddered a bit, pulling away from you with glossy lips, your cum dripping down his chin. your hazy gaze raked down his body as he sat up, finding a dark patch in his boxers.

you couldn’t help the laugh you exhaled. “did you seriously cum in your pants from eating me out?”

choso was beet red again, red crawling up his neck. “shut up.”

biting your lip, you smiled and crawled forward, slowly and deliberately, like a jaguar stalking her prey. choso gulped visibly, almost shrinking back a little, but his body froze up in fear... or excitement. or both.

"you couldn't even wait..." you smirked, tilting his chin up once you were on top of him. your fingers ghosted down his shirt, feeling his abs, dipping below his waistband.

choso let out a shaky breath, bringing his hands to hover over your waist, as if he wanted to grab on but he wasn't sure if he was allowed to. "i- i tried..." he murmured, the tips of his ears blushing pink.

your smirk widened. "didn't seem like it."

he swallowed hard at that, his adam's apple bobbing in his throat. your fingers teased right at his trail, waiting until he was bucking up into you to pull his waistband down. he was still rock hard and throbbing, sticky cum dripping down the veins of his cock.

you bit your lip and smiled, your eyes lighting up at the sight of him like you'd just won the lottery. "mmh..." you moved your hips to hover over him, and he finally grabbed onto the swell of your hips.

"wait-" he stammered out. "... protection? i have condoms-"

"fuck that, 'm on the pill," you muttered, tossing your hair back and moving to sink down on him.

"are you s- ohhhhmygod..." he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut and his brow knitting as you enveloped him with a sweet squelchh! the stretch dragged a little whine out of you, and you bit your lip to hold it back. you bottomed out, ass flush to his thighs, and took a moment to stare at him. panting, flushed, brow seemingly permanently knotted upwards.

"choso."

"one second."

"are you seriously trying to not cum already?"

he whined and let his head fall back to the mattress, already humiliated from cumming in his pants, and now you were just being cruel. "just- give me a second, okay? jesus..." he panted.

you gave him a second, waiting patiently. then two, three, four, five...

you rolled your hips, and his hands flew to your waist. "fuuuuckk...!" he rasped, lifting his head to glare up at you, only to find you with a shit eating grin. "theerre he is..." you purred, rolling your hips again.

"please-" he whined into the back of his hand after throwing it over his face. "please, i just need a minute, 'm not gonna-"

"choso," you pulled his hand away, staring down at him. your free hand smoothed over his chest, feeling his heart banging against his ribcage. "look at me. you're doing so good..."

the sound that left him was sharp, broken, and obviously he hadn't meant to let it slip out. something like a whimper crossed with a groan and maybe even a little sob. his hips bucked up into you, your hole squelching softly. "don't say that..." he murmured, his face hot.

"takin' me so well, stretchin' me out..." you purred, just to see his reaction. it was gold, of course, another whine spilling past his lips. his fingers dug into the fat of your hips, not stopping you, just holding on for dear life. "you're doing that on purpose," he accused breathlessly.

"obviously."

you took his hands from your hips and brought them up to the curve below your breast, letting him hold you where he could feel your heartbeat. then, bracing your own hands on his chest, you leaned forward a bit, glancing down at where his cock disappeared between your drenched folds. little bubbles of pre foamed at where he did.

you dragged your hips up, then sunk down-

"fuck-" choso's breath hitched, and his bit his lip to keep from being loud. his jaw clenched, his eyes were shut tight like if he didn't look at you, maybe, just maybe, he could keep himself from cumming right now.

"you can be loud, cho. no one's gonna hear you over the party downstairs."

he swallowed thickly and nodded. "right, right..."

"and open your eyes. wan' you to watch me ride your cock."

he twitched inside you, and he huffed. "can you not-"

you rose and dropped your hips to shut him up, and a broken whine interrupted whatever complaint he had. and you didn't stop there, speeding up and bouncing on him without any pauses.

"shit, shit, oh my- fuuckk-" it dragged out of him. long and dissolving. his head pressed back into the pillow, his hands flexing against your waist. "okay. okay, okay, okay-"

your hands moved from his chest up to his hair, fisting his soft locks in both hands like handlebars. he whined and hugged you to his chest, burying his face in your neck.

"cho-"

"don't stop, please..." he almost cried into your neck. "please don't stop, feels s-s'good, 'm... fuuck, 'm not gonna last..." he dragged his words out with soft whines.

you felt it building in your stomach too. it was impossible to ignore at this point, the way his cock was rubbing up on your gummy spot and smearing globs of his precum over it.

"yeah?" you managed to pant out, dipping your head down to gently nip at his earlobe. "you gonna fill me up? hm?"

"hngh- fuck-"

you sped up, sweaty skin slapping against sweaty skin as he began to buck up desperately into you.

"hm? can't hear you, cho. i asked if you're gonna cum inside me," you panted. choso was panting heavily, his gaze trained on where your pussy lips stretched and drooled around his cock, bouncing up and down.

squelch!

squelchh!

squelchhh!

he finally slammed his hips up into you, his head thrown back as a strained cry spilled from his raw lips. "h-hngh- 'm cumming- cumming-!!" his cock throbbed and twitched against your velvet walls, spurting and sticking his seed to your walls. "oh my god..." he panted, hips hips rutting up in aftershock, mushroomy tip smearing his sticky white allllll around your walls till he was leaking out of you.

you followed close behind, your fingers twisting in his hair, back arching and head tilting back. your poor hole quivered around him, squeezing his swollen cock in quick pulses. you glanced back in the mirror to find sticky patches of white dripping down your inner thighs, and your jaw dropped.

you looked back down at him underneath you: totally fucked out, half lidded eyes, chewed and raw lips parted, drool slicking down from the corners of his mouth. "that was..." he rasped, then closed his eyes.

"yeah..." you exhaled a small laugh, still catching your breath. you pulled off of him with a lewd drag, then plopped down beside him. his hand subconsciously came up to your hair, sifting into your locks, and you wondered if he was even awake at this point.

careful not to wake him up, you reached across him to the nightstand for his phone, hovering it over his face for the face ID. you scrolled to his messages to add your number, then furrowed your brow as you saw his group chat being blown up.

SIGMA TAU BROTHERHOOD 🔥💪🍻 todo aoi: CHOSO GETTING CHEEKS TN YO todo aoi: I SAW HIM TAKE A GIRL UPSTAIRS itadori yuji: i set it up hb of the year over here naoya zenin: kamo actually pulled? no way LMFAOOOOO kinji hakari: STOP CALLIN MY PHONE SHE GETTIN FUCKED TN😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹😹 naoya zenin: yo this mf got negative aura how did this happen todo aoi: CHOSO BROTHER I'M SO PROUD naoya zenin: i'm serious bro wtf

you snorted and tossed his phone to the side, burrowing your face into choso's neck and snuggling into him. the party thumped on downstairs. for once, though you'd hate to admit it out loud, you could say itadori was right. you were glad you didn't go to kappa.

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.

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.

synopsis: the one where the king of curses is poisoned and at the first sign of his weakness, all of his servants and concubines flee. only you are left to take care of him, and though he’s still has a lot to learn about being kind, he decides to reward your efforts and loyalty.

content: MDNI. heian!sukuna x servant!reader, historical au, caretaker and master to lovers, explicit smut, size difference, virgin!reader, two dicks (true form sukuna), p in v, double stimulation, praise kink, mild corruption kink, breeding kink, mention of pregnancy, creampie, aftercare, sukuna is an asshole for most of the fic as expected but soft sukuna at the end

a/n: art by madaras_wife! ty for 600 followers wowww!! ♡ you guys are so sweet i love u all!! i’m not gonna turn this into a long ass a/n like usual but again, i did my best to research the heian period and keep everything culturally/historically accurate (honestly this is my fave part of writing fics i try to do research and learn new things with each fic!) if i got anything wrong please lmk !! i love u all happy easter to those who celebrate & eat up!

ryomen sukuna. king of curses. the strongest sorcerer in all of history.

reduced to a puddle. his flesh was pale, his muscle depleted, his bones frail. a sneak attack, a curse, had poisoned him and rendered him no stronger than an old man in at the end of his years. of course, he could never actually really die. it was practically impossible. he’d find a way to transform himself into a cursed object and would reincarnate maybe centuries from now.

yet at the first sign of his weakness, his maids took their chances and left his tyranny of a manor. his concubines had no interest in entertaining a useless pile of flesh, no matter how handsome and powerful he had once been.

all of his maids, servants, guards, concubines, gone. except for you, that is. as his illness had progressed, you set up a makeshift vanity and futon in his bedchamber so you could be by his side 24/7 to aid him. the reason? on one of sukuna’s exceptionally good days, he’d found you tending to the manor’s garden. you’d tripped over a stepping stone and hit your head badly, and he’d carried you in his four arms to the infirmary.

no staff of the manor had ever seen anything like that from their master before. so, in turn, you’d sworn your loyalty to him. even though that now meant running the entire manor on your own and taking care of the master’s every need. you put up with his high-and-mighty antics to a point, and you weren’t afraid to talk back to him or put him in his place. after all, what could he do? he needed you.

he was doing much better nowadays. japan’s top jujutsu doctor, shoko ieri, had been bribed with a pretty penny into healing the disgraced one. she’d brought you serums, herbs, and incantations to recite to eradicate the poison from his system. every morning, you’d feed him a broth of herbs and recite the verses, then rinse and repeat at night.

you’d make sure to praise and encourage him as he progressed. “one foot in front of the other… good. you’re doing so good, master sukuna…” you’d smiled as you helped him walk down the hallway for the first time. he’d grunted and looked away. “i’m not a child. i don’t need praise for simple tasks, woman.”

“fine. then you’re doing horribly. your posture makes you look deformed.”

he stiffened. “deformed? i’ll show you—“ he slumped over half of his weight on you. “oops.” a yelp escaped you, and you pushed fruitlessly at his chest while bursting into a fit of laughter. “master sukuna! you’ll crush me—!”

“good,” he’d grinned, then actually allowed himself a small laugh. “serves you right for mocking me.”

later that night, after the sun had set, you knelt by the mirror you’d propped up against the wall, combing through your hair. “i’m going to bathe in the springs. will you be alright on your own for a little bit?”

sukuna rolled his four eyes. “i can handle being without your supervision, pest.”

you shot him a look, then stood and padded to grab your kosode. “alright then. if you need me, call for me.”

five minutes passed. sukuna stared up at the sky through the open window. it was a full moon with countless stars dotting the sky. he could hear the water of the springs running, and you splashing it over yourself to rinse and wash.

ten minutes passed. sukuna's gaze flickered to your makeshift vanity, observing your wooden comb, lacquered makeup box, rouge you'd forgotten to put away... and the incense that was burning down to it's marking you'd set to remind yourself to give him his medicine on time. he frowned.

"woman!" he called. when there was no answer, he grit his teeth and furrowed his brow. "incompetent..." the mouth on his lower abdomen spoke his thoughts aloud.

“fine…” he huffed. “i’ll do it myself.”

he crawled to the low tray table you’d set up before you’d left, the ingredients ready to be put together when you’d come back. simple, right? he just had to mix the herbs into the soup, dump in the rice you’d portioned into a bowl, and mix. easy.

he fumbled with the lid of the kama and scooped some rice into the wooden bowl of broth. grumbling something about it not being hot enough, he reached for one of the small ceramic pots of herbs. inside was a fine orange powder. ground ginger, maybe. was this what went in his evening dish? he shook his head and reached for the green pot instead. small, chopped up green herbs. he sniffed it and grimaced.

realizing he had no idea how to do this, he huffed and mumbled “useless,” and dumped a lump of the green herbs in. he mixed in some ginger, shiso, kombu, chopped vegetables you’d picked from the garden this morning, and added some more rice. when he reached for the dish of kelp and seaweed, the sleeve of his robe brushed against the bowl of his horrific concoction of a soup and—

crash!

with a loud clatter, the wooden bowl tumbled to the floor and spilled over the tatami mat. broth spilled in a slow, ugly spread. the steam vanished quickly, as if even the air rejected it. herbs scattered across the mat in wet clumps. clumps of rice rolled lazily away from the mess. his sleeve was damp where it had brushed the rim. sukuna stared at the mess.

"incompetent setup, useless ingredients..." sukuna grumbled, a vein pulsing in his forehead. "woman!"

still no answer. he swallowed his pride and grabbed onto the wall, pulling himself shakily to his feet. his feet thudded on the mat as he trudged and dragged his body weight to the open shoji door. "woman! i've called for you a thousand times, come assist me with-"

you whirled around in the pool of water, wide eyed as you stared at him. "master sukuna...!"

his jaw dropped. the water clung to your skin like a gloss in the pale moonlight, your hair sticking to it. your tits were bare, nipples perked in the cool nighttime breeze, and the water swirled around your waist. he quickly snapped his jaw shut. "you're taking an awfully long time. i am in need of assistance."

you grabbed your kosode and quickly covered up, not before sukuna caught a glimpse between your thighs. "i asked if you would be okay!"

"and i said i would be fine, but that does not mean you forget about your duties!" he snarled.

you furrowed your brow. "i have been toiling myself without rest to take care of you. excuse me for taking a moment for myself."

his jaw clenched. no servant had ever gotten mouthy with him like that before, let alone talked back at all. then again, you'd always been sort of feisty, considering he hadn't been as hard on you as the others. maybe that had been a mistake. or a blessing, considering he would have been a cursed object by now had you not tended to him.

he bit his tongue and stumbled alongside you as you helped him back to his futon. your brow raised as you glanced at the soup that stained the tatami mat. "what happened?"

"tch..." his lip curled. "it was time for the medication. the incense burned to the mark."

"you should have called for me."

"i did."

"then you should have called louder," you snapped back, glancing at the mess. "before wasting a full measure of ground ginger."

"watch your tone," he snapped.

you didn't respond. you only returned to your duties, crouching and gathering what you could of the scattered herbs, then doing your best to get the broth out of the mat before it stained. sukuna watched in silence, appearing to be bored but internally, he was watching every movement: your nimble fingers picking up the flakes of kelp, your arms flexing slightly as you wrung out the rag into the basin. your hair clung to the back of your neck, both your skin and the strands dripping with water after you'd rushed out of your alone time to tend to him, not taking a moment to dry. the sleeves of your kosode were uneven on your arms, bunched up as you toiled away at his mess. a bead of water dripped down your temple, over your cheek, and slipped down the curve of your neck, resting at your collarbone.

"you're inefficient," he mumbled, as if trying to convince himself. his tone left no real bite. "you should have returned sooner."

"and you should have left this be. you are in no state to be trying to care for yourself," you grunted, rolling your eyes as you returned each ceramic pot and dish back to its place on the tray.

he watched quietly as you meticulously measured each herb in order, brewing it in the hot water. you carefully scooped the in the rice, poured the herbal broth over it, and moved to the futon with his bowl.

"it shouldn't be so complicated..." he grumbled before opening his mouth for the first bite.

"it isn't."

he paused, wanting to come up with a snappy insult, but he couldn't. not after seeing how your skin was glossed by the water, the moonlight kissing it and the stars rivalling with the twinkle in your eye. he huffed and sat back, like a petulant child.

after a few minutes of silence, minus sukuna's chewing, he swallowed his last bite of rice thickly. "i... apologize."

you almost dropped the bowl and chopsticks. ryomen sukuna, king of curses, apologizing?

he scowled at you. "don't give me that look. i can acknowledge that it was foolish of me to be snappy with you when you've been working so hard to take care of me. even after everyone else left..." he murmured. "your loyalty does not go unnoticed."

you raised a brow. "hm... so the king of curses does have a heart."

"i helped you that day in the garden, did i not?' he scoffed. "besides, don't get any ideas. i'm only acknowledging the fact that you're not useless." a pause as he raked his gaze over you. less irritated, more attentive. "...or unpleasant to look at."

"excuse me?"

he crossed his four arms. "you heard me." he glanced over you once more: your damp hair, flushed skin, soaked kosode clinging to your skin. "i can appreciate... usefulness."

you scoffed. "you-"

"i know how to truly value something- or someone. i know how to... reward hard work, loyalty, beauty..." he murmured, his hand coming to your chin. "you deserve a reward, don't you?"

the way he was looking at you wasn't like his usual, quick assessment. he was drinking you in, as if deciphering if he was crossing his own personal line here. your brow furrowed. "and what reward am i deserving of, master sukuna?"

his lips curled into a grin. "only the best."

after taking care of the poisoned king of curses for weeks, you knew his body well. yet it still always took you by surprise when the front of his robe parted and revealed two cocks. this time they were both flared and angry, still stirred up from the earlier sight of you bathing in the springs.

“shit…” sukuna hissed as you sank down onto the lower one, allowing the top one to rub against your clit. his hands braced at your hips to try and keep some semblance of control, despite his weakened state. it had been far too long since he’d felt the touch of a woman.

meanwhile, it had been never since you’d felt the touch of a man. and to have ryomen sukuna as your first? practically a death sentence. he was larger and stronger than the average man in every aspect, especially when it came down to this. the cruel stretch of his cock against your untouched walls dragged a low whine out of you, your nails digging into his shoulders.

“relax, woman,” he grunted.

“can’t…”

“don’t tell me this is your first time.”

you shot him a look. “i’m a servant. i have no prospects.”

he shrugged. “alright. fair, fine. just… take a deep breath… ease it in…” you did as he said, and this time it was his turn to praise. “good girl… take your master’s cock just like that…”

your voice broke on your lips as he began bouncing you up and down, his second cock squelching against your clit as your ass smacked against his thighs over and over again.

“m-mmh- hngh— fuck, master…” you whined.

he grunted with effort, squeezing your thighs and gently slapping your ass to test the waters before delivering a hard smack. “that’s it… that’s it, mhm… ride me…”

your poor hole squeezed and sucked him in, causing him to groan. “yeah, you been waitin’ for this, huh? waitin’ for me to get all healed up so i can— mmhgh— fuck this tight little pussy, huh? fuckin’ drooling all over me…”

you panted and nodded. in all honesty, you appreciated his attractiveness, and you’d be lying if you said you’d never allowed your fingers to wander in the rare moment you left him alone. “yes, yes— yes, ‘kuna, i dreamed about this…” you whined.

“yeah? ‘s it as good as you imagined?” he grinned.

“better!” you yelped as his hips bucked up, still weak but just enough to smack against your ass and thighs.

“figured. poor girl… dreamin’ about her masters cocks fillin’ her up, huh?” he murmured, pulling you down so he could nip at your earlobe. “once ‘m all healed up, ‘m gonna fuck you again. on top next time, so you can feel every inch of me…” he murmured, his free hand moving to the small outline of his cock on your lower stomach.

“yeah… i’ll train you till you can take both of my cocks at once, yeah? would ya like that?” he grinned, and you could only afford to whimpered and nod. he smacked your ass. “words. use your words.”

“y-yes master, i’d love it…”

“good girl…” he purred, rubbing over the red handprint on your ass to soothe it. “mmh… ‘m gonna cum inside you. get you pregnant with my heir.”

you squeaked. “‘k-kuna—?”

he shushed you and bounced you faster. “y’heard me. maybe not now but— fuck— once ‘m all healed… i’ll make you my wife…” he murmured, his cock twitching at the thought of a family with you. “bet you’d look so good pregnant. pretty little thing, all round ‘nd full of my baby… you want that? hm?”

you’d never really considered the possibility of having a husband and children. you were a servant, there was no reason to dream of such fantasies. but here your master was, offering it to you, and you couldn’t even verbally accept it. not when his one cock was dragging against your clit, the other, pumping in and out with obscene squelches.

“words, woman…” one of his four hands came up to grab at your jaw. “tell me you want it. tell me you want me.”

“i do…” you whimpered. “i want it… want you…”

he smiled with satisfaction, his top two hands coming up to squeeze your bouncing tits while the other two guided your hips up and down. “good girl.” his hips smacked up into you and stuttered as he lost his momentum, his body’s fatigue catching up to him.

“sukuna…” you exhaled, bracing your hands on his chest.

“don’t,” he grunted.

“you’re pushing yourself…”

“i said don’t.” his voice came out rougher than intended. something flickered in his expression. not quite vulnerability, not quite anything he really had a name for. “i’m fine.”

you stared down at him, then leaned in and kissed his lips tenderly. he stilled in surprise, then eventually gave in and returned the languid kiss. you took control and gently rolled your hips, and he rutted up into you. “w-woman—“

“i know. t-together, yeah?” you panted softly, and he nodded. his hips snapped up once, twice, his hands smushing you down against him, as if he couldn’t bear to be disconnected from you for even a second.

“fuck— fuck—“ he strangled out. “fuck, you—“

“mhm, m-mhm— kuna…!” you gasped, your back arching, his name breaking apart on your lips, your walls clenching around him in quick desperate pulses. he groaned into your shoulder, deep and low and completely unguarded, and followed seconds behind. his cum spurted inside of you in hot, sticky, thick ropes, clinging to your walls, the second one releasing over your stomach.

the manor was quiet. only the water flowing through the springs outside and a nearby owl cooing could be heard. the lamp burned low, and the moon had shifted lower in the sky, creeping up on sunrise.

one of sukuna’s hands stroked your back, the other holding you steady. “i’ll take such good care of you…” he promised quietly into your hair. “just like you did for me.”

you hummed into his neck, then pulled back and went about your usual routine: straightening his robe, pulling the blanket up, checking his temperature with the back of your hand against his forehead the way you did every night. he submitted to all of it with the specific dignity of a man who had decided this was beneath him yet went along it anyway.

“your fever’s down,” you murmured. “shoko’s herbs must be working.”

“good,” he grunted. “the faster i can return to my power, the better.” all four arms wrapped around you and he pulled you in closer, burying his face in your neck. “the sooner i can make you my wife, the better.”

“master sukuna…”

“drop that. if i’m to be your husband, you’ll address me with the proper name.”

you blinked. “ryomen…?”

he practically purred. “mhm. or… my king. my lord. my god.”

you hit his chest, and he chuckled. “or ‘my love.’”

“my love…” you tested the term of endearment on your tongue, and he kissed your temple in response.

“mhm. my love…” he whispered. “now sleep. pest.”

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

synopsis: the one where your boyfriend welcomes you home from a mission with an assortment of sweets. you didn’t know you were on the menu as well.

content: MDNI. emre sarioglu x reader, established relationship, explicit sexual content, oral sex (f receiving), slight nipple play, overstimulation, sliiiiightly dub-con if you squint ig, aftercare

wc: 2k

a/n: art by jw_lulu! HIIIIIII a little break from my jjk posts BUT I SHOULD HAVE A JJK HC LIST UP TMRW! lowkey i've been playing sm emre and he's so sexy i had to make at least a tiny little smut drabble. gawd i need him... also i tried my best to research turkish terms of endearment and food/culture so if i got anything wrong i apologize! eat up!

the hot shower water pelted at your back, soothing your aching, tensed muscles. talon's latest mission had been hell. vendetta sent you all the way to lima to breach a global security compound. you'd been gone for two weeks now. droplets of water are still clinging to your skin when you push his door open.

it smells different in emre’s quarters tonight. sweet aromas like honey, pistachio, and lemon fill the air. your boyfriend is busy rummaging around and setting up the assortment of his homeland's desserts on his coffee table. he rearranges the delicate dishes in order of color and size, his brow furrowed as he focused, like it was the most important thing in the world. then he sees you.

“aşkım…” leaves him in an exhale. he crosses the room in two seconds, his arms— even the cybernetic one— are firm, warm, and grounding around you as he embraces your body, his beard gently tickling your neck when he buried his face there.

a quiet laugh slips out of you, and you tilt your head to kiss his temple. “what’s all this?” your hand gestures to the table. emre hums and shrugs. “figured you could use something sweet after your mission. tatlı yiyelim, tatlı konuşalım.”

let's eat sweet, talk sweet.

you both sit down on the couch, emre wrapping a knitted blanket around you. he points to each treat on the table, introducing each and every one of them to you, then he reaches for the closest one. a sticky golden square made up of flaky layers and gooey, chopped up nuts in the filling. “baklava. try it.”

you let him press it to your lips, and he thumbed your shoulder as you chewed. an appreciative hum and nod came from you as you assessed the rich nectar flavor, and emre reached up to swipe some honey off your lips before it dribbled down your chin.

“good?”

“very sweet.”

a chuckle escaped him, then he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “just like you…” then, he reached for the next dessert, a small yellow square dusted with powdered sugar. it was squishy between his fingers, and chewy and tart on your tongue.

“lokum. turkish delight,” he smiled. “my grandmother made them every bayram. i found a cafe that makes it almost the same way... almost.”

you raised your brow and nodded. “lemon?”

he nodded. “mhm. i have rose and pistachio as well…”

you tried each flavor. you didn’t have much of a choice, seeing as he fed you. künefe, a warm dessert with shredded dough, filled with melted cheese, soaked in rich, sugary syrup. a sweet, creamy square called date halva, and finally, he finished it off with rice pudding and warm cardamom. you told him about your mission as you ate, and he listened perfectly, like he always did. always asking the right questions, missing nothing, keeping his focus on you. your legs had migrated to his lap at one point, and he gently thumbed along your ankle, then rubbed up and down your calf, trying to soothe any tension in your muscles.

it eventually turned into him scooting closer, his metal and flesh hands running up and down your thighs now. you abruptly paused your explanation of how you’d breached the security compound and gave him a look. “em…”

“tatlı yiyelim.”

you raised a brow, then tilted your head at the table. "we are eating sweets."

he shrugged as he pulled your shorts and panties down. "good thing i saved room, hm? there she is..." he purred, bringing his thumb to rub at your bud.

"h-hm..." bubbled up from your throat. two weeks without him and sleeping in a ship full of talon agents gave you no room for relief. you were more pent up than you realized.

"sensitive?" he tilted his head, and you shook yours. "no, just... just missed you."

he melted and smiled, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. "ben de seni özledim." i missed you, too. he pushed your shirt up and trailed kisses down your neck, your chest, pausing to suckle gently at one of your tits, then down your ribcage, back to your center, down, down...

"m-hngh..." you whined as he pressed a wet smoooch! to your clit. his beard brushed against your inner thigh, causing you to squirm under him. he hummed and unhinged his jaw, delving his firm tongue into your hole and curling it, rubbing the muscle against your velvety walls with little wet shlucks! and whines that simmered in the back of his throat.

he closed his eyes, fully focused on the task at hand. his brow furrowed as he made sure to angle his nose juuust right so it rubbed at your clit as he tonguefucked you, his hands busy holding your thighs to his head. his left hand crept up and squeezed a tit, thumbing over your nipple.

“m-‘mh— canım…” you whined in his native tongue, which made him groan into your pussy and rut his hips against the curve of the couch. “a-ahm… mmph…” he grunted with effort, shaking his head a bit for maximum stimulation.

your poor hole was drooling into his mouth and he lapped up every last drop of your juices, moaning at your taste. “s-so… fuckin’… sweet…” he groaned, pulling back for only a moment to catch his breath. the hand holding your thigh came to spread your sopping lips, a lewd squelch sounding as he played with them between his fingers. the cold of his carbon fiber fingers made your hips jump, and he grinned. “feels good, hm? i know, baby… i know… look at her drippin’ for me…”

you fisted the knit blanket beneath you, your brow knitted tight. “p-please— em—“

“don’t gotta beg me, baby… missed your taste s’much, wan’ you t’cum as much as you want on my tongue. i wanna eat it all.”

with that, his mouth was back on you, both hands coming to grip your ass and lift your hips up, smushing his face further into your sloppy pussy. “mmmf-fuck…” he groaned, his voice muffled. “mhm, mhm… give it t’me…”

“e-emre- fuck-“

he resorted to sucking at your clit like it was his favorite treat, lewd slurps and suckles filling the room. “that’s it… cum on my tongue… lemme lap it all up, baby… good girl…”

your back arched off the couch and you fisted at both his hair and the blanket. shockwaves of pleasure rolled through you, building and building as your whines got higher in pitch. your hips jerked, but he quickly yanked you back onto his face.

“no,” he murmured firmly, his hold tightening as he dragged you right back down onto his mouth. “stay… let me…” his nose presses harder against your clit, his tongue slipping back inside, curling just right—

your breath hitched. “close— em— close…!”

he grunted and rolled his hips against the couch, rutting like a dog in heat. his efforts turned messier, if possible, sloppier. “yeah? give it t’me… c’mon, c’mon, güzelim…”

your back arched and your thighs clamped around his head. “c-cumming- fuck!!”

he tripled his efforts, moaning with satisfaction as you gushed onto his tongue, dripping down his beard. “good girl… good girl…” he groaned, squeezing your ass as a form of praise. “tastes so sweet, you’re so sweet, baby…”

he didn’t let up, not for a second, pressing sloppy kisses to your poor, swollen clit. you whined in initial protest, tugging at his hair, at which he took your hand and interlaced your fingers with his.

“one more. just one more, baby… taste so sweet, i can’t get enough… please, baby, just one more…?”

you whined, but relaxed. he was merciful and moved slower, his tongue slowly dragging through your folds, up to your clit and gently sucking. his eyelids fluttered half-shut, his gaze glossed over with hazy lust. “mmph…” he grunted after a stronger slurp, his tongue moving back into you.

your second built faster than your first, deep and tight knitted inside of you. it started somewhere behind your navel and spread outward in waves rather than crashing all at once. your thighs trembled against his shoulders and your grip on his hand tightened.

“em— ‘m close— again, ‘m cumming—!” you squeaked out in between shaky gasps and whines.

“mmf, i know… can feel you throbbin’ ‘round my tongue…” he mumbled, muffled. “give it t’me…”

another plunge of his tongue and you’re falling apart, your back bowing off the cushion and his name breaking on your lips. like a ravenous dog, emre slurped up all that you gushed, his tongue working for every last drop until there was nothing left but his saliva soaking your pussy.

“em— emre, baby— okay, okay—“ you half-whined, half-laughed, pulling him back by his hair.

“one more…” he begged with a whine. “please, i need it… please, baby, you taste so—“

“emre,” your voice was broken. “t-too much—“

in his lustful greed, he went for it anyways. just for a moment, sucking at your clit until you shoved his shoulder. he stopped and pulled away immediately, his face holding the same expression as when he would come to after chernobog took over him. he looked over you, taking in how your skin was slick with sweat, your chest heaving, and one arm draped over your eyes.

“oh… aşkım…”

his hand hovers over your cheek before carefully cupping it. “look at me? i’m sorry…” his voice was gravelly and full of guilt. despite your wrecked state, your lips twitched as you peeked out from under your arm. “what?” you breathed out, a soft giggle escaping you.

brow pinched, he sighed and looked away. “i got… greedy. i’m sorry. i should’ve stopped.”

you blink for a moment, then reach for his wrist. “hey… i’m okay. it’s alright…”

“no, it’s not…” he mumbled firmly, sighing and settling in on top of you. his weight was soothing and his kisses on your neck were like a sweet balm. “i got carried away…”

you hummed and kissed his temple, fingers sifting into his red locks and gently scratching his scalp. “you always do.”

“still…” he murmured, pulling away from your neck to gaze down at you, assessing to make sure you really were okay, then kissing your forehead. “let me make it up to you.”

he reached for the barely touched teacup next to the baklava and raised it to your lips. “drink.” you take a sip, watching him over the rim, amused at how serious he suddenly is.

he pulled the knitted blanket up over you and climbed off, padding to the bathroom, then coming back with a warm, damp rag to clean you up. once he was through with that, you took the rag yourself and gently wiped at his chin, cleaning up where your juices still stuck to his skin and beard. you earned a soft grin from him for that.

“tell me if you need anything?” he murmured, snuggling in on top of you and cocooning you in his arms. you nodded, and he kissed the top of your head. “two weeks is too long. i’m telling v i’m coming with you next time.”

you huffed. all of talon knew you and emre were like two peas in a pod, or two rabbits in one cage, maybe. “vendetta won’t—“

“i’m coming with you. don’t like being separated from you for that long. plus, then i can keep an eye on you on the field,” he murmured, smoothing your hair back.

you rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help the little smile on your lips. “so overprotective. i can handle myself out there.”

“i know you can,” he murmured. “but you’re all i have left. i just… i don’t know what i’d do if you got hurt. or worse.” you went quiet at that, and he tilted your head up by your chin. “but i won’t let that happen… benim güzel kızım,” he murmured, leaning in and pressing his lips to your temple.

you shrugged. “so long as you bring me treats after every mission, i’ll come back alive no matter what.”

a small huff of a laugh escaped him. “same here. though i don’t mean ‘treats’ as in food…”

you hit his arm. “pervert.”

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.