#chosoxreader

Choso was stripped bare, kneeling at the foot of the bed, his wrists bound securely behind his back with thick, soft shibari rope that ran down to anchor his ankles. A black silk blindfold covered his eyes, soaked through at the temples from his tears. In his mouth, a leather ball gag was buckled tight, forcing his jaw wide and rendering his deep voice into nothing but pathetic, muffled whimpers.

And strapped tightly to the base of his leaking, fiercely throbbing length was a bullet vibrator, humming on a low, agonizingly consistent pulse.

The moment the floorboards creaked under your weight, Choso violently flinched. His head snapped toward the sound, his breath catching in his throat. Hearing your familiar steps, his entire body began to tremble, a pathetic, broken whine catching in the back of his gagged throat. Six hours. Six hours of absolute sensory deprivation, trapped in his own head, unable to touch himself, unable to see, with a constant, maddening vibration driving him to the absolute brink of sanity.

You walked over, stepping into his line of vision—not that he could see you—and stood right in front of him.

"Look at you," you murmured, reaching down to hook your fingers under his chin, forcing his blindfolded face up toward yours. "Still right where I left you."

Choso let out a high, nasal sob, leaning his face desperately into your palm. He was a trembling, weeping mess, thick tears escaping from beneath the silk blindfold and tracking down his flushed cheeks. He tried to nuzzle your hand, his hips twitching instinctively, desperate for even a fraction of your warmth.

"Let's see if you've been a good boy for me, hm?" You let go of his chin and sank to your knees between his parted thighs.

The state of him was a complete disaster. The front of his thighs was slick, coated in the copious amounts of pre-cum that had been dripping from him for hours. His cock was a deep, angry crimson, completely engorged, the tip leaking so heavily it was pooling onto the towel you had thoughtfully placed beneath him. Every time the vibrator pulsed against his frenulum, his lower stomach twitched, his abdominal muscles locking up as he fought the urge to explode.

You reached out, your fingertips lightly grazing the sensitive, swollen head of his shaft.

Choso arched his back with a loud, muffled shriek through the gag, his hips violently bucking upward. He sobbed openly now, his chest heaving as he shook his head from side to side. The ropes bit into his skin as he unconsciously strained against them, completely undone by the agonizingly light touch.

"Ah, ah. No moving," you chided softly, slapping his inner thigh with a sharp, stinging crack.

Choso whimpered, instantly freezing, slumping back onto his heels as he wept. He was completely submissive, entirely at your mercy, his usual protective, fierce demeanor utterly melted into a puddle of needy, desperate compliance.

"You didn't try to rub against the mattress to come, did you, Choso?" you asked, your voice dripping with sweet authority. You slid your fingers down to the base of his length, intentionally pressing the humming toy harder against his sweet spot.

He lost his mind. A string of frantic, muffled denials bubbled past the leather ball in his mouth—“Mmph! Nnh-nnh!”—as he violently shook his head. He was begging. He was completely, utterly whining, his hips twitching in tiny, pathetic circles, silently imploring you to either turn it off or let him finally break. Six hours of unearned edginess had turned him into a hysterical, bubbling mess.

"Good boy," you cooed, leaning up to press a soft kiss to his tear-stained cheek. Your hand slid around to the back of his head, unbuckling the leather gag.

The moment the ball popped free, a thick string of saliva spilled over his lip, and Choso let out a loud, broken wail.

"Please—please, ah, god, mommy, please," he sobbed, his voice completely wrecked, entirely unraveled. He collapsed forward, burying his wet face into your shoulder, his bound hands twitching behind his back. "I was good... I didn't touch it, I didn't come, I swear... please turn it off, it hurts, it hurts so bad..."

"I know it does, sweetheart," you whispered, running your fingers through his messy, dark hair, letting him weep against your neck. You could feel the frantic, vibrating heat of his erection pressing hard against your thigh. "You did so well for me. Six hours is a very long time."

"Make it stop," he blubbered, his nose pressing into your skin as his whole body shuddered with huge, racking sobs. "Please let me come... let me come for you, please... I'll do anything. I'll be so good."

You reached down, your fingers finding the dial on the toy. Instead of turning it off, you clicked it up to the highest, most intense, chaotic setting.

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

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

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

You couldnt find a explanation for yourself.

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

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

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

“Yo, what’re you guys talking about?”

With a panic, you blurt whatever comes to mind.

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

“Helping him with what?”

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

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

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

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

“What are you talking about, Choso?”

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

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

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

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

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

The sigh Choso let out was huge.

“Please…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Oh wow, what're you studying?"

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

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

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

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

“So, your friend…”

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

“Yeah, you talkin’ about Choso?”

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

“Yeah, him.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“What the hell are you-”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Guess who?”

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

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

“Uh, hey.”

“Hi, um… how were the rides?”

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

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

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

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

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

Choso looked at Yuuji like he had two heads.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now I can't wait to see you again.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“The middle to back is fine!

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

“Here, let me help you with-”

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

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

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

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout?”

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

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

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

He began to retract his arm.

“No! I'm fine, you’re all good haha.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey there! How was the ride?”

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

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

“M’kay, bye!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, what’s up?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Can I take you out tomorrow night?”

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

“What did you have in mind?”

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

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

“So, uh, is that a yes?”

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

“Be ready at 6.”

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

“Okay, got it.”

“Okay, see you, tomorrow, angel.”

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

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

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

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

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

She had a point.

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

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

“Ugh, shut up!”

“Whatever ya want, sweetheart.”

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

Your phone lit up, a text from Choso.

“Outside :)”

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

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

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

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

“You look great.”

“Thanks, not too bad yourself.”

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

“You smell damn good too.”

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

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

“How’d you like it?”

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

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

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

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

“What?”

“I take it you’re still out?”

“No shit, Sherlock.”

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

“I’m on a date, motherfucker.”

“Oh yeah. Bring her with you!”

“Jesus Christ.”

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

“Be there in 10.”

“Thank youuuu!”

“Fuck off.”

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

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

“You guys took forever to get here!”

“It was 13 minutes.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Choso took a deep exhale and sighed.

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

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

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

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

“You’re so damn pretty.”

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

“Choso, fuck!”

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

“I-I-”

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

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

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

“More, please.”

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

“More what? Tell me.”

“Fuck me, Choso.”

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

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

“Yes, baby, just give it to me.”

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

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

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

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

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

“So, wanna go on another date?”

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

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

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𝖆𝖚 𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖔𝖎𝖗, 𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖑𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖑𝖞𝖗𝖚𝖎𝖓.

GOJO SATROU

“Hey, what’s with the long face?” he asks, tilting his head to look at you. The ever-present cockiness in his tone is muted, replaced by genuine curiosity.

You shrug, but your body betrays you. Your gaze flickers to his hand resting on the couch, the faintest twitch in your fingers as if you’re debating reaching out.

Gojo notices, of course—he notices everything. “Ah, I see,” he says softly, his tone warm, the smirk fading into something softer. “C’mere.”

Before you can protest, he’s pulling you into his lap, his arms circling you with an ease that feels natural, like he’s been waiting for this moment. His infinity is off, and you feel the heat of his skin, the strength in his hold, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.

“You could’ve just said you needed this,” he murmurs against your temple, his fingers tracing soothing patterns along your back.

You melt into him, letting yourself relax for the first time in what feels like ages. “Didn’t want to bother you,” you mumble, your voice muffled against his chest.

He chuckles, the sound low and comforting. “Bother me? Sweetheart, you couldn’t bother me if you tried.”

His touch is endless—gentle squeezes, soft caresses, his hand slipping into your hair to scratch lightly at your scalp. He’s uncharacteristically quiet, letting you soak in the comfort, letting you take what you need.

“Feel better?” he asks after a while, his voice a soft hum in your ear.

You nod, not trusting your voice, and his grin returns, boyish and proud. “Good. Because you’re not getting up anytime soon.”

GETO SUGURU

The hall was dimly lit, the air thick with reverence and tension as Suguru addressed his followers. His voice carried an air of authority and calm, his words weaving a narrative that captivated everyone in the room—except for you.

You sat at the edge of the gathering, tucked into the shadows, your arms crossed tightly over your chest. It wasn’t the first time you’d attended one of these meetings, but tonight, something inside you felt particularly heavy. You hadn’t seen much of Suguru lately, his time consumed by his plans and responsibilities, and the ache of longing had been growing sharper by the day.

Your gaze followed him as he moved through the room, his commanding presence impossible to ignore. You couldn’t help but fidget, your fingers gripping the fabric of your sleeves as the longing for his touch gnawed at you.

Finally, Suguru’s sharp eyes caught yours from across the hall. His words didn’t falter, but there was a flicker of recognition in his gaze. A subtle tilt of his head signaled for you to follow him as he finished addressing the room.

You slipped out quietly, your heart pounding, and found him waiting in a quiet corridor outside. He leaned against the wall, his arms crossed, a knowing smirk playing at his lips.

“You looked like you were about to burst in there,” he teased, his tone soft but amused.

You bit your lip, suddenly self-conscious. “I didn’t want to interrupt…”

Suguru stepped closer, his voice dropping to something warmer, more intimate. “You don’t have to wait for me, you know. If you need something, you can come to me.”

“I just…” You hesitated, feeling foolish now that you were face-to-face with him. “I missed you.”

His expression softened, the smirk fading as his hands came to rest gently on your shoulders. “Is that all?” he murmured, his voice laced with tenderness.

You nodded, your voice barely above a whisper. “I just wanted to be close to you.”

Suguru sighed, his thumb brushing along your jaw as he pulled you into his arms. His embrace was steady and grounding, his scent and warmth enveloping you like a shield against the world. “You could’ve told me sooner,” he murmured, his lips grazing the top of your head.

“I didn’t want to distract you,” you admitted, your voice muffled against his chest.

Suguru chuckled softly, the vibrations of his laughter soothing against your skin. “Distract me? You’re the only thing I want to be distracted by.”

He held you for a long moment, his hands tracing soothing patterns on your back. When he finally pulled back, it was only to cup your face in his hands, his gaze meeting yours with quiet intensity.

“Stay with me,” he said simply. “You don’t have to sit on the sidelines. You’re my priority, always.”

His words made your heart swell, and you nodded, leaning into his touch. Whatever weight you’d been carrying melted away in his arms, replaced by the certainty of his care.

NANAMI KENTO

Nanami had always been the picture of diligence. His desk was a battlefield of neatly organized papers and his fingers never paused as they flew across his keyboard. You understood his work ethic—it was part of what made him the man you loved—but tonight, it was harder to ignore the ache in your chest.

Curled up on the couch nearby, you’d tried distracting yourself: scrolling through your phone, reading a book, even watching TV. None of it helped. Your eyes kept drifting to him, his brow furrowed in concentration, his tie slightly loosened but still clinging to his work mode.

“Everything okay?” he asked without looking up, his voice calm but tinged with concern.

You startled, not realizing you’d been staring. “Yeah. Just… bored.”

He hummed softly, a noncommittal sound, as he adjusted his glasses and refocused on his screen.

You hated interrupting him when he was so clearly swamped, but the longing for his touch was growing unbearable. Finally, you stood and padded over to him, your presence so close finally making him glance up.

“Kento…” you murmured, your voice quieter than usual.

His gaze softened immediately, his work forgotten for the moment as he turned his chair to face you. “What’s wrong?”

“I just…” You hesitated, feeling silly now that you were standing there. “I miss you.”

Nanami sighed, not in frustration, but in understanding. He reached out, gently pulling you closer by your wrist until you stood between his knees. “I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low and steady. “I know I’ve been busy lately.”

You shook your head. “It’s okay. I know you’re working hard, but… I just wanted…”

“Me,” he finished for you, his lips quirking in the faintest smile. He tugged you into his lap, his arms circling your waist as if to anchor you there. The tension in your body melted away the second his warmth enveloped you.

“You don’t have to ask, you know,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. “I’ll always make time for you.”

Your fingers clutched at his shirt, your voice muffled against his chest. “But you were busy—”

“And you’re more important,” he interrupted, his hand gently stroking your back. “The work will still be here in the morning. Right now, you’re what matters.”

You stayed like that for a while, his steady heartbeat grounding you, his touch easing every anxious knot inside you. When he finally returned to his desk, it was only after you’d fallen asleep in his arms, your body finally at peace.

TOJI FUSHIGURO

Toji wasn’t exactly the cuddly type. He had a roughness to him, the kind of man who didn’t waste words or time on things he deemed unnecessary. But he wasn’t blind to you—not to the way you’d been quieter than usual, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you sat across the room.

He leaned back on the couch, one arm draped lazily over the backrest, his sharp green eyes watching you like a hawk. “Alright, spit it out,” he said, his deep voice breaking the silence.

You blinked at him, startled. “What?”

“You’ve been staring holes into the floor for the past ten minutes,” he pointed out, gesturing toward you with a flick of his hand. “What’s going on?”

You hesitated, your fingers tightening their grip on your shirt. “It’s nothing.”

“Bullshit,” he said bluntly, sitting up. “C’mere.”

Your eyes widened. “What?”

“You heard me.” He patted the spot next to him on the couch, his expression firm but not unkind.

You hesitated for a moment before shuffling over. The second you were close enough, Toji grabbed your wrist, tugging you onto his lap with ease. His arms wrapped around you, firm and grounding, his warmth seeping into your skin as you froze.

“There,” he muttered, his chin resting on your shoulder. “This what you’ve been sulking about?”

“I wasn’t sulking,” you mumbled, your voice muffled as you buried your face in his chest.

He huffed a quiet laugh, his hand moving to rub slow circles on your back. “Sure you weren’t. You could’ve just said you needed some attention.”

Your cheeks burned, but the steady weight of his touch was enough to melt away the embarrassment. “I didn’t want to bother you,” you admitted softly.

Toji scoffed, his grip tightening just enough to make you feel secure. “You’re not a bother, idiot. If you need something, just ask.”

His tone was gruff, but the way his hand slipped into your hair, tugging gently, betrayed the tenderness he tried to hide. “You’re mine,” he added, his voice low against your ear. “That means you get what you need. Got it?”

You nodded, your body relaxing fully against his. He didn’t let go for a long time, his quiet presence saying more than any words ever could.

SUKUNA RYOMEN

The great Ryomen Sukuna was not known for softness. He was a figure of terror, a shadow cast over the land, feared by commoners and rulers alike. Yet here you were, curled up in the corner of his grand chamber, feeling the weight of your own solitude pressing down on you.

You didn’t dare interrupt him as he sat across the room, his powerful frame draped in ornate robes, one arm resting casually on the arm of his throne-like seat. His eyes, crimson and sharp, scanned the scroll in his hand. The flickering lantern light accentuated the demonic markings on his skin, making him seem even more untouchable.

Still, you couldn’t stop your gaze from drifting toward him. Sukuna noticed, of course. He always noticed.

“What is it?” His voice, deep and commanding, shattered the silence. He didn’t even look up.

Your breath hitched, and you shook your head quickly. “N-Nothing, my lord.”

He clicked his tongue, setting the scroll aside with a deliberate slowness. His eyes pinned you in place. “You’re a terrible liar,” he said, his tone dangerously calm. “Come here.”

Your heart pounded as you rose and approached him, each step hesitant. When you were close enough, Sukuna leaned forward, his clawed hand reaching out to tilt your chin up. His gaze bored into yours, his lips curling into a faint smirk.

“You’ve been restless,” he said, his thumb brushing along your jaw. “Out with it.”

Your throat felt tight, but the warmth of his touch emboldened you. “I… I just…” You faltered, looking away. “I miss your touch.”

His smirk widened, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. “Is that so?”

You flushed, the weight of his gaze making you want to shrink away. But before you could retreat, Sukuna pulled you onto his lap with a startling ease. His arms, deceptively strong and unyielding, wrapped around you, holding you in place.

“You’re lucky I’m in a good mood,” he murmured, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “Do you think just anyone can ask for this from me?”

You shook your head quickly, your hands clutching the fabric of his robes. “No, my lord.”

His chest rumbled with a low chuckle as he pressed you closer, one of his hands stroking down your back with a surprising gentleness. “Good. Remember that.”

Despite his usual harsh demeanor, Sukuna’s touch was steady and deliberate. He didn’t speak much after that, letting you soak in the rare moment of affection. His chin rested atop your head, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your back.

“Don’t make me ask next time,” he said after a while, his voice softer but still laced with authority. “If you want something, take it. Understand?”

“Yes, my lord,” you whispered, the ache in your chest finally easing as his warmth surrounded you.

MEGUMI FUSHIGURO

Megumi wasn’t the most physically affectionate person, but he always seemed to notice when something was off about you. Tonight was no exception.

You sat across the room from him, your knees pulled to your chest, absently scrolling through your phone. The usual comfort of being in his presence wasn’t enough to ease the restless ache gnawing at you. You wanted to be close to him—needed it, even—but asking for affection didn’t come naturally to you.

“Hey,” Megumi called softly, his voice pulling you from your thoughts. “You’ve been quiet.”

You looked up to find his dark eyes already on you, his head tilted slightly in concern.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, waving him off.

He frowned. “You’re a terrible liar.” Setting aside the book he’d been reading, he got up and walked over to sit beside you on the couch. “What’s wrong?”

You hesitated, your fingers twisting the hem of your shirt. “It’s nothing, really. Just… tired.”

Megumi gave you a long, searching look. Then, with a sigh, he reached out and took your hand, his grip gentle but firm. “If something’s bothering you, you can tell me. You don’t have to keep it to yourself.”

The warmth of his hand against yours made your chest tighten. “I just… I miss you,” you admitted quietly, your voice barely above a whisper.

His expression softened, the faintest blush dusting his cheeks. “I’m right here.”

You shook your head. “I mean… I miss you. Your touch.”

Megumi blinked, momentarily caught off guard, but he recovered quickly. Without a word, he shifted closer, his arm wrapping around your shoulders and pulling you against him. His touch was a little stiff at first, as if he wasn’t sure he was doing it right, but the weight of his arm felt grounding, comforting.

“You could’ve just said so,” he muttered, his voice low but tender.

You buried your face in his chest, your hands clutching his shirt as you soaked in the warmth and steadiness of him. “Didn’t want to bother you,” you mumbled.

“You’re not a bother,” he said firmly, his fingers brushing softly against your arm. “If you need something, just tell me. I’ll always make time for you.”

His words made your heart swell, and you relaxed fully into his embrace. He didn’t say much else, but his actions spoke louder than words—the way he held you, his fingers idly tracing patterns on your back, his quiet presence making you feel safe.

“Feel better?” he asked after a while, his voice barely above a whisper.

You nodded, your voice soft against his chest. “Yeah. Thanks, Megumi.”

He hummed in response, resting his chin lightly on your head. “Anytime.”

YUJI ITADORI

The sound of rapid button-mashing and dramatic game effects filled the room as Yuji leaned forward on the couch, fully immersed in his game. His bright smile and occasional triumphant cheers were endearing, but tonight, they did little to soothe the aching need for his attention that had been building inside you.

You sat nearby, curled up with a blanket, stealing glances at him. His brows were furrowed in concentration, his tongue poking out slightly as he maneuvered his character through the game.

“Almost got it!” he exclaimed, the excitement in his voice pulling a faint smile from you despite your restlessness.

You fidgeted with the edge of the blanket, debating whether or not to speak up. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you let out a quiet sigh.

“Yuji…”

“Hm?” he replied absentmindedly, his eyes glued to the screen.

You hesitated, your voice quieter. “Can you take a break for a second?”

That got his attention. He paused the game and turned to you, concern flashing across his face. “What’s up? You okay?”

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, though your fidgeting betrayed you. “I just… I miss you.”

Yuji blinked, clearly caught off guard. Then, without hesitation, he scooted over and reached for your hand. “You miss me? I’m right here,” he said with a grin, though the warmth in his eyes softened his teasing tone.

You shook your head, looking down at your hands. “Not like that. I mean… I miss being close to you.”

Understanding dawned on his face, and his grin turned sheepish. “Oh. Why didn’t you just say so?”

Without another word, he grabbed your blanket and pulled you into his lap, wrapping both arms around you like it was the most natural thing in the world. His warmth was immediate, and you relaxed into his embrace, resting your head against his chest.

“You should’ve told me sooner,” he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I don’t mind pausing the game for you. You’re way more important.”

“You’re really okay with this?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper.

“Of course I am!” he said, his tone full of conviction. “C’mon, I’m the master of multitasking.” He reached for the controller again, balancing it in one hand while keeping his other arm securely around you. “See? Now I get to game and cuddle you. Win-win.”