#chosojjk

You and Choso had been friends practically forever. An unstoppable duo throughout middle school, high school, even in college. Sure, he’d picked the same college as you just to be close to you, but he’d never tell you that. Y’all had been friends for so long that it felt perfectly reasonable to be roommates after freshman year of college… right?

For the first few months, you guys got along perfectly, as always. He kept his room clean, did laundry once a week, always picked up the kitchen after using it, and made sure not to waste electricity. You did the same, making sure your space was picked up, tasks around the apartment done, and dishes always washed and put away before they could pile up. Evenings together were nice. You two would sit on the couch and watch dumb movies until the both of you were passed out on each other. After some time, though, something started to change. Choso got busier with more classes, his afternoons taken up with a part-time job at a campus dining hall. Unfortunately for you, that meant that he’d pile up more dishes and trash and not have time to deal with it after. You had a lot of classes too. Maybe not as many as him, but enough to keep you busy. Your job at a bookstore nearby was flexible, so most of the chores fell on you. It was fine until it wasn’t, the added weight of his mess making your life harder than necessary.

You sat on the couch, watching some reality show that was bound to end in disaster for the people in it. The chaos was distracting from your own stress, keeping you occupied until you heard keys outside the front door. Usually, you’d get up to unlock it for him, but what with you being annoyed and all… it wasn’t worth getting up. He fumbled with the door for a long minute before getting it open, his eyebags dark and bag slung heavily over his shoulder. Choso slipped off his shoes at the door, sighing under his breath as he walked around the couch to sit by you. “Hey, whatcha watching?” You barely glanced his way, being pettier than you probably meant to. “Romance Island. It’s a trainwreck.” Choso stared at you, almost like he was waiting for you to look over, but you never did. He turned his gaze to the TV, not seeming very interested. With a small huff, he stood up and walked to the kitchen, pausing as he looked at a grocery bag on the counter. Paper plates? Plastic silverware? “Did you buy disposable kitchen stuff? Don’t we have enough utensils already?” You glared over your shoulder, jaw ticking as you thought back to how often you were having to pick up all the slack for washing dishes. “Do you want to start doing the dishes? Use the disposable stuff please.” His eyes widened, his mouth agape for a moment before he collected himself and grabbed a paper plate, not bothering to fight back. When he got back to the couch, he had a plate of leftover fries, half a burger, and grapes. You reached over and stole one of the grapes, trying to ease the tension. “Wanna watch a movie? We haven’t done movie night in a while.” He perked up, shoving a fry in his mouth with a pleased nod. “Action please.”

A few days later, everything was the same, if not worse. He clearly hadn’t gotten the hint about the dishes, given that they were piled up and barely even rinsed off. You had just had a long day, almost missing a deadline for an assignment, and a huge box of books that you didn’t order showed up at work. When you finally got home, Choso was still out doing whatever it was that he did. The mess in the kitchen sink was too much to ignore, so begrudgingly, you did the dishes. God, he was annoying you, and you were so damn close to snapping at him if he made one more wrong move. Just as you finished loading the dishwasher, the front door opened, and Choso walked through. He paused in the entryway, looking at you as you closed the dishwasher. “Thank goodness. The dishes looked like a mess.” Your heart pounded in your chest, hand balling up into a fist as you stared at him. Wrong move, Choso. “Are you fucking kidding me?! Those were all yours! I’ve been using the disposable shit and you still won’t do your part! I just did your chores and you can’t even say thank you?” You slammed your fist down on the counter, clenching your fist as you stormed off into your room, Choso frozen in place in the entryway. When you closed your room door, he let out a breath he didn’t know that he’d been holding, his hand trembling slightly.

Choso had the worst week ever. The dining hall he was working in had a pipe burst and shut down half of the little restaurants. Of course the counter he worked at was still open, meaning twice as much business and a ton of people calling out sick. He felt like his world was crumbling. Being so focused on work, he had missed two deadlines and barely scraped by with a C on a test. To make matters worse, the roommate drama was getting to him. He could tell that you’d been building up some resentment, and he wanted to fix it. If only he had the energy to spare when he got home. He hadn’t meant anything by his statement, he was just trying to make light of a situation. How could he have known that you’d fly off the handle like that? Once he got himself together, he panicked, trying to do any chore he could think of to get back in your good graces. He took out the trash, mopped the kitchen, organized the fridge, even vacuumed the couch before he sat down in his room. It was quiet in the apartment, no noise coming from your room. Sending you a text couldn’t hurt… right?

blud_boy: sorry bout earlier. did some cleaning. forgive me?

Choso’s eyes fixated on the screen, watching the read receipt pop up. His face lit up, hopeful that you would forgive him and y’all could move on. He watched as the typing bubble appeared, his mind starting to ease until the bubble disappeared. Blinking, he leaned in closer to the phone. No way you’d leave him on read. Absolutely no way-

blud_boy: please forgive me, i’ll do anything :(((

Sure, he was desperate. Sure, he probably seemed pathetic and weird, but you’re his best friend! He had to make things right. Minutes passed before you read the message, his hands gripping his phone like a vice as you typed. It felt like forever until a message popped up, but nonetheless, at least you responded.

y/n: sure.

Choso groaned, turning off his phone to stare at the ceiling. This could not be happening.

Three weeks. It had been three weeks of this nonsense. Choso had bought you flowers, chocolates, gift cards… hell, he even bought you a new dresser since your old one was falling apart. Nothing seemed to stop the arguing. If he missed a chore for one day, you were pissed. If he did all his chores, you were still made from when he forgot them the day before. The fights were insane. Well, fight is a strong word when it’s so one-sided. He would sit there and stare all wide-eyed like a doe while you yelled at him about whatever he had done. You would go on for a while, only stopping when you ran out of energy and cooped up in your room. At first, it seemed like just a bump in the road. Now, it was just life. Choso had even started anticipating the fights, knowing exactly what you would say. He tried one time to finish your sentence, but when he got it right, it only made you angrier. Maybe it was something about the fact that he never seemed to mind it all the much, but it felt good to get everything off your chest. This fight, though? He was not prepared.

“I swear to god, Choso, I am this close to moving out. This close!” You were standing so close, leaning over him as he sat on the couch, that he could feel your words on his face. Choso tried to hold it together, his jaw tight and breaths shaky as he tried to come up with something to fix this. You didn’t stop. “You’re so obsessed with trying to feel like a hero that you haven’t even spoken to me! You walk right past me, you never check in on me, and then you buy me random shit? What is that?!” To be fair, he hadn’t meant to avoid you. He missed you, he just didn’t know how to approach you without starting something. Choso practically shook with frustration, his hands balled up in his lap. You went to walk away, just like you always did after a fight, but before you could take a step, his hand sprung out to grab your wrist. “Wait…” His voice was so soft and shaky, you wouldn’t have heard it if it weren’t so quiet. He looked… sad. His eyes stung with tears, his touch gently like he was afraid to latch on. “Please… I’ll do all the chores… I’ll clean everyday, I’ll do anything you want, just…” He was fully crying at this point, and finally, something in you softened. For the first time in weeks, you were seeing him as your best friend again instead of just a roommate that you were at war with. You stepped back towards him, hesitantly sitting down next to him. He babbled, sinking his head against your shoulder. “… don’t leave me… please don’t leave me…” 

Choso was pleased to say that everything was better now. Everything was back to normal at work and classes had wrapped up for the semester. Thank goodness for winter break. All the free time allowed for him to keep up with chores and spend more time with you. You seemed to be doing better too. You got past the rough patch and forgave him, the friendship coming back stronger than before. You were currently sat on the couch, Choso lying down with his head in your lap as a holiday movie played on TV. He loved quiet moments like this, when the world seemed to stop and breathe. Ever since the fighting stopped, he had felt different about being near you. His heart raced, his face always pulled into a giddy grin. It was probably just a rush of excitement at having you back, but he could swear his whole body felt better when you were close. Unfortunately, his whole body didn’t exclude his… y’know. 

Luckily, you hadn’t noticed. You hadn’t noticed that he would play loud music right before bed, drowning out his… evening festivities. His sex drive was insane recently, his need to get off driving him nuts. The worst part? He couldn’t get you off of his mind. Everytime he jerked off, the first thing to put up in his head was you yelling at him. So passionate, so angry… so fucking hot. He hated thinking about how easy it was to get off when he fantasized about you yelling at him again. 

He focused back on the movie, his cock throbbing in his pants. You were looking at the screen, too caught up in the story to pay much attention to his sweats. He shifted, trying not to move enough to get caught. Choso pulled a blanket over him, keeping composed as he looked up at you. You looked pretty. Your hair was thrown lazily over your shoulders, your skin glowing in the lighting. You wore his hoodie, partly for comfort and partly because it smelled liked him. You hadn’t admitted it to yourself, but lately, you’d formed quite the attraction to Choso.

It started during all the fighting. The build up of energy was awesome for getting yourself off at night. You’d have to get new double A batteries, but it was a necessary cost. However, the moment it all hit you was the last fight. The tears, the begging, the pathetic whining… something about Choso turning into a blubbering mess had you questioning things. You felt sick for thinking like that, but what were you supposed to do? You’d never seen him like that before, but now it was all you could think about.

Choso caught your attention when his finger traced your jawline, your head tilting down to see him looking up at you from your lap. God, that look in his eyes never got old. His pupils always seemed bigger when he looked right at you. You smiled, running a hand through his hair. “Need something?” He sighed, the feeling of your hand in his hair making his cock jump. Did he need something? He couldn’t remember… nor could he care. His face flushed red, his throat working as he swallowed hard, trying to choke down a whimper. “Huh? Oh, uh, no, you just look… nice. That’s all.” You chuckled, messing up his hair as he looked at you like he wanted you to take a bite out of him. Maybe you were hallucinating, but you could’ve sworn he was looking at your lips. The look on his face was pleading, your eyes catching him as he squirmed around again. “You okay, Cho? You seem… flustered?” The red on his face spread to his ears, his finger on your jawline moving to brush some hair behind your ear. The room seemed stuffy all of a sudden… too hot, too tense. He looked away, his body language already giving him up. “I am not flustered. Shut up.” You laughed for real this time, gently grabbing his hair to turn his head back facing you. He choked out a garbled whine, his eyes widening like he was surprised by the sound he made. You stared down, turning your head like you were scanning him. Yeah, you weren’t hallucinating. “God, did I get you flustered? I didn’t even do anything.” Choso rolled his eyes, groaning in frustration as he sat up, wrapping his arms around you from the side. His face pressed against your shoulder, his hands nervously sitting against his thighs. “You’re seriously embarrassing me.”

It’s safe to say he didn’t get himself under control. He squirmed and squirmed for the rest of the movie, his face buried in your shoulder to avoid eye contact. Your hand idly played with his hair, your gaze drifting down to him every so often to see if he was still watching. As the credits rolled, you sighed, stretching a bit as you bounced your arm to get his attention. “Hey, movie’s over. You wanna watch another one?” Choso barely looked up but gave a quick nod so you would put on something else. You raised an eyebrow, putting on whatever movie it recommended before leaning over to see his face better. “Why are you hiding?” His cheeks were still red, his face turning to press against your armpit. He huffed, pulling his blanket tighter around himself. You figured it wouldn’t hurt to make him look at you for a second, so you grabbed his hair gently, turning his head to make eye contact. He whimpered, the sound putting a surprised look on both of your faces. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut and trying to pull away. “Shit, shit, just let go…” You didn’t. Your hand tightened in his hair, the shock disappearing from your face and being replaced with a knowing smirk. He really was flustered, and damn was he cute like this. Choso sat up abruptly, sitting sideways so his whole body would face you. You turned too, shifting just enough so the two of you would be face to face. His gaze kept moving around like he was too nervous to stare in one place. “This is… uh… awkward.” You laughed, placing your hands on his knees as you scooted closer. Choso swallowed hard, finally settling his eyes on your lips. You waited for him to lean in, waiting for him to initiate, but he just stared. With a dramatic sigh, you leaned in, smiling. “You gonna kiss me or do I have to do all the work?”

You leaned forward finally, pressing your lips to his. Slow at first, your mouths just connected, not moving. After the initial peck, he leaned in again, rejoining your lips. He moved fast, like he was desperate to kiss you. One hand moved up to wrap around the back of your neck, while the other slid to your waist to pull you into his lap. He groaned as you settled on his thighs, his tongue sweeping your bottom lip. “Oh god…” His hand shook against your hip, little noises slipping from his throat if you shifted even a little. You started moving with purpose, grinding your hips forward as you pressed yourself down, feeling the growing bulge in his sweats. “You been like that all night?” He didn’t answer, instead choking back a moan and dropping his lips to your neck, pressing kisses up to your jawline. You had never imagined he would be this… needy? He adjusted so both of his hands would be on your hips, trembling fingers digging into your skin. “Please…” His voice came out wobbly, his cock throbbing in his boxers. He leaned back to look at you, pleading you with his eyes to do something, anything. “God, Choso, you’re killing me…” With a strained whine, he grabbed your hand, guiding it down his chest until he stopped where your fingers brushed his waistband. “Please… I need you…”

It didn’t take much to get him to his bedroom, the bed made up nice and comfortable. The lights were dim, all cozy and warm like something off of pinterest. He moved with urgency, tugging off his shirt before he even made it to the bed. You grinned, closing his door behind the two of you as he laid down and loosened his sweats. He groaned as you got on the bed, moving to sit between his legs. His cock was prominent through his pants, his bulge leaving little to your imagination. You slid a hand up his thigh, slowly teasing him until you pulled at his waistband, sliding his sweats down to his knees. Choso panted, sweat beading his forehead as he watched you, his boxers feeling too tight. His cock twitched, pre-cum leaving a wet spot where his tip threatened to poke out. “So needy…” He whimpered as you spoke, biting his lip as you finally tugged off his boxers. His cock sprang free, hard and leaking as you took your sweet time getting his clothes all the way off. He reached a hand down like he was planning on starting without you. You smacked his hand out of the way, raising an eyebrow as you leaned down between his thighs. “Be patient.” Choso squirmed, his eyes glued to your face as you inched closer, his tip aching as your breath ghosted against it. “Oh god, please…” His head fell back against the pillows, eyes fluttering closed as he bucked up, desperate for contact. With a small chuckle, you closed the distance, swiping your tongue against his shaft. His cock was big, bigger than he seemed in his boxers. Somewhere close to 9 inches, girthy, and veinier than a porn star. Pre-cum dripped onto your tongue as you took him in your mouth, sucking hard. He moaned, his back arching like he’d never done this before. His hand shot down to interlace into your hair, pushing just a little as you sucked him. His whole body trembled, his brain working overtime to keep him from cumming on the spot. He moaned your name like a prayer, his eyes opening to watch his cock sink into your pretty mouth, the sight bringing tears to his eyes. “Fuck… fuck, Im so… so close…” You doubled down, swiping your tongue against the slit of his tip every time you took him to the back of your throat. Your hand gripped his base, pumping lightly to keep his cock steady. With one final suck, he bowed off the bed, his hand in your hair pushing your mouth onto his cock to force himself deeper, thick ropes of cum spraying the back of your throat. “Yes! Fuck!” He moaned and whimpered all the way through his orgasm, his pretty teary eyes watching as you swallowed his load. His eyes widened as you grinned, pulling back. “W-What’s that look for?”

saw that episode of choso vs nagoya the other day...

18+, Slutty, Tied Emotions, Soft Sex

Started: 12/05/23

Updated : 10/14/24

(Tags:... Choso Kamo, Emotional Ties, Drinking, Rough Sex, Soft Sex , Self Masterbation, Bonding, Choso x BlackReader, Choso X blackwoman, Choso Smut , Soul Bonding, Violence, Smut )

Introducing: Choso Kamo, Geto Suguru, Gojo Satoru, Naoya, Toji

KyiGo, is a woman in her 30's, divorced from her ex after 5 years of marriage, leaving her with a two year old daughter to raise. After a year of being single, trying to find self-love and her self-worth again, she finally wanted to step back out into the world and discover something worth wild. From understanding her hatred to understanding the person that it turned her into, she will always try and do what's best for her baby girl. Even if it meant sacrificing her happiness? Even if that may mean stepping into a new love she never imagined? Or breaking the cycle of being afraid to love again....

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Chapters: One

Chapter: Two

Chapter: Three

Chapter: Four

Chapter: Five

Chapter: Six

The Break

Chapter: 7