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In his memory, Choso is roughly thirteen years old and being forced to play 'house' with his little brother, as is a rite of passage for many. Yuji sits cross-legged from him on the carpet, little pink eyebrows furrowed in concentration as he completes the most important task he's faced in his five years on earth- delegating roles to his toys.

“Dad.” Yuji points to a small stuffed tiger, setting it aside from the bunches of animals.

“Uncle.” He says to a spiky green dinosaur, “because he has patterns like Uncle Kuna.” Choso doesn’t bother explaining to his five year old brother that they’re scales, not tattoos, because Yuji would just ignore him anyway.

Yuji goes on and on, casting his toys as grandparents, sisters, cousins and aunties; Choso feels rather rejected, sitting there patiently like a young upstart waiting for the casting list at their first theatre.

“Brother,” he says to a patchwork bear. Choso stares in affront, then sighs, expecting to finally be the second, older brother. But instead:

“Cho, you can be the house’s dog, okay?”

Choso feels genuinely offended. “But-“

Yuji ignores him, already grabbing his tiger in two chubby hands and speaking to it. Choso groans and assumes the position, hands and knees digging into the floor as he gives into his teenage pride and does whatever his little brother wants to be happy.

“Yayyy, good puppy!” Yuji cheers, rosy cheeks stretching out as he giggles into his tiger plush, his two recently lost teeth gapping his cute smile. Choso grimaces.

Now, Choso is over a decade older, and listening to those same words again- but they aren’t coming from his brother. They’re coming from his girlfriend, and he doesn’t think he’s ever felt more pathetically turned on.

“Goooood puppy, Choso.” You purr, digging your nails into his scalp as his mouth swallows up your dripping cunt whole like its all he's good for. “So good f’me.”

18+. rockstar!choso’s girlfriend always gets him caught !

1. HEADLINE #1 : R★CKSTAR CAUGHT GETTING BJ IN THE REC ROOM ?!

in REC room eight, choso kamo is flipping switches while pretending your hands aren’t fondling his cock.

12 PM friday means the rec room heat & choso’s sweaty thighs. choso kamo has his headphones on his ears as sukuna & suguru practice on the other side of the glass pane, but he can’t seem to focus on sukuna’s voice crackling through his speakers. half of his mind’s on his pretty girlfriend perched on the chair beside him, lashes fluttering and skirt bunched up your thighs as your palm rubs at his already swollen cock.

“choso,” you coo sweetly. “i miss you.”

“miss you too, baby,” he rasps, but it’s more of a whimper & your palm rubs just over his throbbing tip as his hips twitch. his eyes are stinging but your touch is warm & choso kamo is in really big trouble.

he reaches for a switch on the board. “trying to work, princess,” he breathes, and you press your thumb to his clothed slit and his head goes all dizzy again. “could you please let me focus?”

his headphones crackle with sukuna’s voice but choso doesn’t hear it. ‘choso, the reverb. can you amp that shit up already?!’

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how to pull an emo guy, by you.

step one : notice him first.

that part was easy. he was hard to miss, with his height and tattoos and those lip piercings. you were dying to know if he had a tongue piercing, but the man didn't talk enough for you to be able to see.

he wasn't loud and certainly not the type to demand attention, but something about him stood out anyway. maybe it was the way he didn’t try. the way he sat at the back, the quiet intensity, like he was always thinking about something deeper than whatever was happening.

you noticed him watching you before he even realized you noticed.

step two : let him think it's his idea.

the convenience store? not an accident. you'd followed him seen him head in that direction after class and walked in a few seconds after he did, casually, like you just happened to be there.

and when you said his name?

god, the way he looked at you. it was like you'd rewritten the neuron wiring in his brain.

step three : confirm the suspicion.

your name in his recent instagram searches? laughable. your handle, right there, clearly fresh enough that he'd been on it in the past day.

you pretend not to notice, of course. because,

step four : don't scare him off.

choso isn't like the other guys who orbit around you. he's much quieter, doesn't really speak. he watches you from a distance and quickly glances away like his eyes are burned when you look at him.

so, of course, you give him a smile here and there. when you sat beside him in class, you made sure your knee brushed his. you didn't miss the way he tensed slightly, or the sheen of sweat glistening across his forehead.

step five : isolate.

your place, of course. nice and quiet and just the two of you. you didn't think it would be this easy, thinking he'd need more coaxing. but he folded the second you asked.

and now?

step six: make him yours.

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

choso changes his shirt three times. again, he knows it's stupid, but every time he looks in the mirror something feels off. he ends up back where he started, with a black shirt, slightly oversized, sleeves pushed up enough to show the tattoos on his forearms.

his hair's tied again, loose and messy, because you said it looked good earlier.

he knows it's stupid, but you said he looked good. you.

when his phone buzzes, his heart jumps. it's a message from you on instagram which he opens immediately.

you: come whenever, i'm home :). here's my address.

that stupid little smiley face does something to him.

he types okay.

deletes it.

types coming now.

deletes that too.

he ends up sending on my way, and you like the message within seconds. choso exhales sharply, grabs his keys, and starts walking to your place before he can overthink himself into oblivion.

what if this is weird?

what if i'm weird?

what if she realizes i'm weird?

every step comes with a new thought. he nearly turns around twice, ready to text you that he's feeling sick and maybe you should reschedule.

his heart's beating way too fast when he actually enters your building. he texts you that he's here and you give him your apartment number. he feels the blood drain out of his face as the elevator goes up, and up, and up.

3...

4...

5...

finally, he reaches the tenth floor and finds your door, hesitating just slightly before knocking. there's a shuffle inside, quick footsteps, and choso forgets every single thought he's ever had when the door swings open.

you look good.

more than good, you look like sin. your skirt is soft, frilly, short, a barely-there fabric that shifts up your legs. a top that dips low enough that his brain trips trying to decide where to look and he settles on your face, which is even more devastating.

you're just so pretty. he's never known anybody like you before.

"hey," you say casually, smiling.

choso's pretty sure he forgets how to blink. "...hi."

smooth. incredible.

you step aside to let him in, brushing past him just enough that he catches the faint scent of your perfume, something light and addictive.

"shoes off is fine," you say, moving through your apartment to your kitchen. "anything to drink?"

"i'm okay, thank you," he manages, trying to kick off his shoes and nearly tripping over the back of one of them

"you can sit," you say, already moving toward the couch.

he nods, sitting stiffly at the far end like he’s trying to take up as little space as possible.

you, however, sit right next to him, close enough that he can feel the heat of you. "okay," you say, pulling your laptop onto your lap, tucking one leg under you, the movement shifting your skirt just slightly.

choso watches the fabric ride up your thigh and he looks away immediately, cheeks certainly pinking. he feels like a fucking creep, but your skin looks so soft.

he opens his laptop like it might save him. "so," he starts, voice tight, "we could do something about psychology in workplaces, like behavior patterns, productivity—"

"mm." you tilt your head, considering, then you shake it. "no."

he blinks. "...no?"

"too boring," you say simply. "it's gonna make me fall asleep. we can pick something better.

he swallows, trying his hardest not to stare at how your eyelashes cast shadows against your cheekbones. "like what?"

you lean closer, shoulder brushing his arm, and when you angle your screen toward him, leaning in more, he absolutely sees down your shirt.

he jerks his gaze away so fast it almost hurts.

fuck.

fuck.

his ears are burning.

he can’t tell if you noticed.

he definitely noticed (especially the edge of a baby pink bra - he stores that mental image in the back of his mind.)

"what about reward systems?" you say like nothing's happening. "like, how people respond to praise and attention, validation. stuff like that."

he forces himself to listen. to focus on the words. "you're talking about reinforcement theory," he says automatically. "positive reinforcement, conditioning behaviour through rewards—"

"exactly," you smile, eyes flicking to him. "but make it more...personal."

his throat goes dry. "personal how?"

"like in relationships or something," you say. "how people act differently depending on what they get back. attention...aproval."

approval.

his brain latches onto the word, and you watch him closely.

"you get it, right?"

"yeah," he says, voice cracking slightly. "um. yeah."

"we could, like, make our thesis around it," you continue, playing with your hair slightly (choso's eyes follow the movement). "how reinforcement changes our behaviour even when people don't realize it."

he nods slowly. "that—that would work."

"mm," you hum again, tilting your head like you're studying him. there's a pause. "do i make you nervous?"

choso freezes. "...what?"

you smile slowly. "you're kinda stiff," you say, nudging his arm lightly. "and you're kinda sorta looking everywhere but at me."

his brain abandons him. "i—i'm not—"

"you are," you say, tracing your finger over the ink on his skin, and he shudders.

"...maybe a little," he says quietly, barely louder than a breath.

"interesting."

he risks a glance at you. your pretty eyes are on him, fully focused, and your lips seem glossier than ever from this close.

"we could test it," you say.

his heart stutters. "test what?"

"the reward system," you reply like it's obvious. "for the project."

this is not just about the project. he knows that. you know that he knows that.

"how?" he asks anyway.

you shift closer, your knee brushing his. "simple," you say softly. "you do something right...you get rewarded."

his breath catches. "and if i don't?"

you shrug, but your eyes don't leave his. "then no reward."

you adjust the sleeve of his shirt slightly, running your hand slowly, slowly up his arm. "like this," you murmur. "you showed up."

his skin burns where you touch him.

"that's good behaviour, isn't it?"

"yeah," he says weakly.

"so you get something good." you lean in, lips brushing his cheek lightly, and pull back like it was nothing. "positive reinforcement," you say, smiling.

choso's gone. he stares at you, breathing unevenly, brain struggling to catch up with what just happened. you watch every flicker of confusion across his features, the slow realization, the way his pupils are blown wide.

you like this. a lot. it does dangerous things to your heartrate.

"see?" you say lightly as if you didn't just tilt his entire world. "it works."

he swallows hard. "that was—"

"a reward," you finish for him, swiping your tongue across your lips with a smile.

his gaze drops for a second, just a second. "you're very responsive," you murmur.

his ears burn, and you lean back slightly with a grin. "i see you listened, by the way."

"...what?"

you gesture toward him. "your hair."

his hand instinctively goes to the loose knot at the nape of his neck. "oh."

"i told you it looked good," you say. "and you kept it like that."

there's something soft and approving in your tone that makes choso ache desperately.

“that’s good behavior,” you add, and then you lean in and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

his breath stutters. “…fuck,” he exhales under his breath, barely audible.

you pull back just enough to look at him, amused. “you’re really easy, you know that?”

he flushes deeper. “i’m not—”

“you are,” you say. “but it’s cute.”

cute.

he thinks that might kill him.

your eyes drift down his arms, tracing the ink there, the lines disappearing under his sleeves. “show me,” you say suddenly.

“...what?”

“your tattoos.” you tilt your head curiously like you’ve been waiting for this. “all of them.”

his brain stumbles again. “i—” he hesitates. “...i’d have to take off my shirt,” he admits, quieter now.

you don’t even blink, you just look at him.

whatever resistance he had completely collapses. “okay,” he mutters.

and then he grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it up, off, over his head, tossing it somewhere behind him without even checking where it lands.

there’s a split second of silence where your eyes trace over every line, every piece of ink, every detail like you're memorizing it.

choso's never felt more exposed in his life. not just physically, because your gaze lingers, slow and deliberate.

“wow,” you say softly. his stomach flips and you reach out, fingertips brushing lightly over one of his tattoos, tracing the lines.

he shudders.

“these are…” you hum, thoughtful. “really pretty.”

pretty.

no one’s ever called them that before.

your fingers move again, slow, curious, and he has to bite down on his lip to keep from reacting too obviously.

“good boy.”

his brain short-circuits so violently he actually freezes. “wh—what,” he breathes.

you glance up at him through your lashes, smiling just a little. “three instances of good behavior so far.”

his face is burning.

“showing up,” you count softly, tapping his arm.

“listening to me about your hair,” another tap, closer to his shoulder.

“doing what i asked.” your fingers trail lightly down his chest. “so,” you finish, leaning back just enough to meet his eyes again, “you can pick your reward.”

pick.

his.

reward.

he stares at you owlishly. “anything?” he asks, voice rough.

you tilt your head. “i'd say within reason, but i know you're a good guy.”

his eyes flick to your lips again, then back to your eyes, then away. then back. “...kiss me,” he says, barely above a whisper. “please.”

you smile, clearly pleased. “okay.”

and then you lean in and your lips meet his properly, warm and soft and real, and choso inhales sharply against your mouth like he forgot how to breathe. he moves his lips slowly, hesitant at first, like he’s scared of doing it wrong, but when you shift closer, when your hand slides lightly up his arm, he melts into it.

his hand finds your waist without thinking and your fingers tilt his chin just slightly, guiding him, and when your lips part, he follows. you feel the faint, cool press of metal when your tongue brushes his.

you pull back just enough to look at him, eyes a little brighter now. “so you do have one,” you murmur.

he flushes hard. “yeah.”

“interesting.” your faces are still close, breaths still mingling. “guess i was right to be curious,” you add.

choso has no idea how to respond to that. no idea how he got here.

no idea how you’re sitting this close, looking at him like that, touching him like it’s natural.

your fingers are still resting lightly against his chest, tracing absent patterns over the ink. when you kiss him again, your lips press against his slower, warmer, and choso melts into it almost immediately, like his body recognizes this before his brain can catch up.

his hand finds your waist again, more certain this time, fingers curling slightly into the fabric of your skirt like he needs something to anchor himself.

you hum softly against his mouth and it sends a shiver straight through him. your hand slides up, brushing along his shoulder, then to the back of his neck, fingers threading lightly into the loose strands of his hair falling out of the bun. you tilt his head just slightly, deepening the kiss without rushing it.

his other hand comes up, hovering for a second before settling against your side. you don’t pull away - if anything, you lean closer, closing whatever space was left between you. your lips part again and he breathes you in like he's been holding his breath for hours.

time feels stretched slow, delicious. when you pull back, his eyes are unfocused, lips parted like he forgot what he was gonna say.

you smile. “see?” you murmur, brushing your thumb lightly along his jaw. “positive reinforcement.”

he lets out a quiet sound. “…that’s—”

“effective?” you offer.

“...yeah.”

you tilt your head, studying him again, that same curious look as before. “then we should keep testing it.”

choso's heart stumbles. “testing...”

“mhm.” your fingers drift back down, slow and absent but very much not accidental. “tell me. how else do you wanna prove good behaviour?”

choso's brain is not functioning at full capacity, not even close. his thoughts stumble over each other, chest rising and falling a little too fast. you're so close, still half in his space, still looking at him like you're waiting for something. for him.

“…i don’t know,” he whispers.

“yeah, you do.”

“i—” he exhales, shaky and his hands tighten slightly at your waist before he even realizes he’s doing it. “i just—”

his eyes flick down again, and a slow smile curves your lips. “use your words,” you say quietly.

“i wanna…” he starts, then stops, jaw tightening slightly like he’s debating how much to say, how much you’ll let him say.

your fingers pause against his chest, waiting.

"i wanna make you feel good," he blurts, cheeks pinking. the contrast is so stark to the inked expanse of his chest, his dark hair and dark eyes, those piercings you keep looking at.

"good boy," you murmur, kissing his cheek again, and you've officially reduced the recluse, brooding man to a stuttering mess. "you can do that, choso."

he fights back a groan and pulls your face to kiss, sighing deeply into your mouth, pushing his tongue in and tilting your jaw just so. his other hand slides down and down, pausing just at your shirt straps, and he gazes at you for silent confirmation.

you nod and the second you do he's tugging it down enough to free that pretty pink bra of yours - the one he caught a glimpse of earlier - and his heart starts racing three times faster.

"you're so pretty," he whispers before kissing down your neck slowly with a rush of confidence that makes your knees weak. you move to straddle his lap and you lace your arms around his neck, watching him through lidded eyes as he pinches your nipples over the lace.

"that's good," you murmur, capturing his lips in another kiss as his hands work at your bra, unclipping it with one hand and tossing it haphazardly across the room. you pull for a moment, amused expression crossing your face.

"you've done this before," you say, kissing up his jaw. "thought you might've been a—"

"no!" he cuts in, flushed. "no, nope, i'm—i'm not."

"okay," you giggle, and he huffs, kneading your tits like the action will somehow relieve him.

"i've had girlfriends before," he mutters almost indignantly, and you smile again.

"as enlightening as that is, i don't see how talking about your past is helping with our pro—oojjject—"

you choke on a moan as choso's hand slips under your skirt, thumbing over your clit and rubbing in sharp little cirles through your panties. he shrugs them to the side, running a finger through your folds before curling it up inside you at the perfect angle, jutting right against that soft, spongey spot.

"holy fuck," you garble, grabbing onto his shoulders for support as he adds another finger into your cunt, thumb still working at your clit, his other hand tweaking your nipples. the stimulation is almost too much, with choso's laser focus and furrowed brows and long, long fingers that crook into you just right.

he's got you gasping for air within minutes. if he's not thrusting his fingers into you at rapid speed he's sucking at the soft spot right under your ear. if he's not massaging your clit he's got his mouth on your tits, slathering drool over every square inch of your chest he can possibly reach.

you start to roll yourself in his lap, eager for more friction against his fingers. when he slides a third one in, muttering about how you're such a good girl for taking him so well, your vision goes white, head slumping forward against his chest as your climax peaks and crashes down on you with an indescribable intensity.

he works you through your orgasm slowly, fingers gathering up your arousal before slowly sucking them between his lips, eyes fluttering shut like he savours the taste.

you've barely recovered before his hands are back on your waist, your ass. you blink, still dazed, fingers curled loosely in his hair, and when you look up at him, he's still flushed, eyes blown so wide the pretty brows of his irises are completely gone.

"how do you respond to positive reinforcement?" he mumbles against your skin, eyes wanting. needy. "will you let me test that, too?"

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You are utterly and shamelessly addicted to Choso’s cock

cw: explicit, creampie, a day filled of you sucking Cho’s cock.

Have you ever heard the phrase ‘keep your hands to yourself’?

Of course not.

Per routine, you’re at breakfast with Satoru, Suguru, Shoko, and the two of you crammed into a cozy booth at the café. Choso sat beside you looking unfairly composed whereas you, on the other hand, had been throbbing with need since the moment you sat down. Under the long tablecloth your hand slid discreetly into his lap. Choso’s breath hitched with his chopsticks pausing mid-air as a faint flush crept up his neck.

He leaned toward you, voice extremely quiet, “B-Baby… not with them right here…” But he didn’t push your hand away as his thighs parted just slightly under the table, letting you rub him harder.

You could feel every throb as you stroked him slow. Choso’s cheeks turned pink, his lips pressed together to stifle any sound while Satoru was busy dramatically recounting a mission and Suguru smirked knowingly across the table.

Leaning in, you whispered hotly against his ear, “I need you. I need your cock, please, Cho, please.”

Choso swallowed hard, nodding obediently with wide eyes as he let you drag him away from the table before anyone could tease too much. The second the bathroom door locked behind you, you shoved him against the wall and dropped to your knees, yanking his pants down just enough to free his thick, flushed cock. It sprang out heavy and leaking, and you moaned like you’d been denied for weeks.

“Fuck, Cho… I need this so bad,” you whimpered, nuzzling your cheek against the warm length before licking a long, slow stripe from base to tip. Choso’s hand flew to your hair, fingers trembling as he let out a soft whimper.

You swallowed him down eagerly, sucking him wet and sloppy, throat relaxing around his girth while spit dripped down your chin. Choso’s head tipped back against the tile, breath coming in shaky little gasps. “Ah—shit… your mouth feels too good,” he whined softly, hips twitching helplessly into your throat. “They’re all out there… and I’m—hngh—gonna cum if you keep doing that…”

You bobbed faster, moaning around him, taking him as deep as you could as he came. But sucking him off wasn’t enough. You stood, turned, bent over the sink, and shoved your panties aside. “Fuck me, Cho. Please. Fill me up.”

Choso obeyed instantly, hands shaking as he gripped your hips and slid into your soaked pussy in one smooth thrust. He fucked you with desperate strokes, whimpering against your shoulder. “You’re so wet… squeezing me so tight… I can’t—ah—I can’t last,” he gasped, voice breathy. You pushed back against him, demanding more, until both of you came hard.

When you finally returned to the table, faces flushed and a little disheveled, Satoru raised an eyebrow with a knowing grin. “Took you guys long enough.” You just smiled innocently while Choso avoided everyone’s eyes, still softly panting.

The obsession only grew.

In the car on the way home, your seatbelt was barely buckled before your hand was back in his lap, stroking him through his pants until he was rock hard. “Pull over,” you whined, but Choso just gripped the wheel tighter. “You couldn’t even wait ten minutes?”

You answered by leaning over the console, unzipping him, and taking his cock into your mouth while he drove. The wet sounds of you slurping and gagging on him filled the car as he tried to keep his eyes on the road, one hand tangled in your hair, guiding you deeper. He came down your throat just as he pulled into a side street, thick pulses coating your tongue while you swallowed everyyy drop.

Later that same day, you were supposed to meet Yuji for lunch.

You didn’t even make it two blocks from the car. The second Choso’s hand wrapped around your waist as you walked, you were dragging him into the nearest alley, dropping to your knees. You pulled his cock out taking him immediately into your salivating mouth, playing with his balls, as you deepthroated him until your nose pressed against his pelvis. Choso’s quiet grunts and the way his thighs trembled only made you suck harder, desperate for his cum. He painted your throat again, and you licked him clean with a satisfied little hum.

So, time and time again this was a consistent problem and yet by the time you were supposed to be at training with Satoru, you were already late.

And it was entirely your fault.

Choso stood in the doorway of your bedroom, pants around his thighs, while you knelt between his legs once more, your mouth full, cheeks hollowed, eyes watering as you bobbed on his cock like you’d die without it. He was rock hard again, slick with your spit as his veins pulsed against your tongue.

“Baby… we’re late,” he groaned, but his hips were still rocking gently into your mouth, one hand stroking your hair almost tenderly. “Satoru’s gonna kill us.”

You pulled off just long enough to whine, voice needy, “Just a little more… please, Cho. I need it. I need your cock so bad—”

He cursed softly, then guided you back down, letting you suck him with messy enthusiasm. You moaned around him, thighs clenched together, pussy throbbing from how turned on you were just from having him in your mouth. Another load—your fourth of the day—was already building, and you couldn’t wait to feel it in your throat again.

You really were a cock addict—and Choso’s thick, perfect cock was your only fix.

“haaahh—fuck baby just like that—nngh…”

“god you’re just a whore satoru. it’s disgusting.” you mewled, your hand pumping his flushed cock, up and down, his thighs shaking slowly while he throbbed in your hold. it was filthy, almost pornographic, the way he was moaning while you were giving him a mere handjob.

you whisked your hand away, with gojo practically whimpering at the loss of contact, before you slowly bent over, getting rid of your pretty blue laced panties, while gojo eyed your dripping cunt like a man starved.

you turned around, moving closer to him panties in hand while he eyed you like prey.

“you finally gna ride me pretty?” you moaned, almost smug, right before you leaned over, cupping his jaw, staring him right in the face.

“nah. just getting you to shut the fuck up so i can get the job done.”

“w—wha-mmph!” you shoved the baby blue panties wet with your slick into his mouth, muffling his voice before you wrapped your pretty hands around his cock again, jerking him off, your hands moving in quick strokes while he struggled to form coherent sentences, biting down on your soaked panties while lolling his head back on his stupid chair.

his tip was flushed an angry shade of red, leaking copious amounts of precum while you moved your hand along his dick, occasionally squeezing while he whimpered and whined like the pathetic slut he was.

“mmmph—nngh pphleashh—” tears were brimming at the corners of his eyes, gods you were so mean, it just wasn’t fair. :(

he came in spurts, his cum coating your hands and his abs while he whimpered into your panties, his cock slowly softening in your grasp before you gave it a final squeeze.

you moved your hands up, finally taking the panties out of his mouth, his drool pooling around his lips—a string of saliva connecting him to your poor, stained panties.

“now, that wasn’t so hard, was it ‘toru?”

and he swore he could feel his cock slowly harden. again.

yeah im a genius yooo

dividers: @/pixopix .

“you brush your teeth?” you look down at the faded man, long hair sprawled out on the pillow. “yes- yes. cmon..put it on me please.” his beautiful eyes clouded from how high he was and how hungry he seemed to be.

“m’just making sure Cho.” 𐙚 plug!choso knew better than to eat your pussy with smoke on his tongue. he treated you like a princess, and he’d never let his princess get such lowly treatment. That went for the both of you: yourself and that pretty pearl between your legs.

“yes yes yes- fuck mmph..” he whined, piercing tongue instantly licking the sweetness between your legs. You gasp, your hands finding the headboard to steady yourself. 𐙚 plug!choso’s hands found their way around your thighs, pulling you down more to actually sit. He never got tired of eating your pussy, his favorite meal. “right there baby…good boy that’s it.” your hips find a steady rhythm to rock to. the ball of his piercing flicks against your clit. “m’fuck princess-“ 𐙚 plug!choso felt himself twitch in his pants.

He knew he had to be patient, though. You granted him enough grace to ride his face when high. “That’s it..” Soft moans escape past your lips, your head leaning back as your grip on the headrest tightened. Because something you didn’t do, was have sex with 𐙚 plug!choso while he was high.“If you make me cum I’ll ride you next, Cho.” You bit your lip, smug smirk on your face.

He lets out a cry, hands gripping your thighs tighter, tongue flicking against your sensitive bud faster. Dick twitching in his sweatpants, 𐙚 plug!choso started to think about you. How well you took him in everytime you had sex. How good and warm you felt around his big dick. How you called him a good boy when he did anything you told him to do. He fucked you just how you wanted, everytime. “M’gonna make you cum princess.” Wet dripping down his chin, he lost himself in you, Nose buried deep into your pussy, tongue slipping into your hole.

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megumi wasn’t really vocal with the stuff he was into.

not to say he was into anything weird, but it felt weird to express the things that really turned him on.

megumi thought he was being relatively subtle with his kinks, holding back his whimpers when you moaned how good he felt, or fighting his faint blush whenever you told him how handsome he was, or any ‘out of character reaction’ he would have to any positive thing you said to him. unfortunately for him, you do notice the small cues whenever you give him praise, especially when he gets in a daze and thrusts into you harder when you tell him how good he’s fucking you.

he can’t help it, he likes to be praised. but he would never tell you that, he would also never tell you how badly he loves your thighs, and your boobs. he would be lying if he said he didn’t dream about fucking your thighs often, especially when he gets to lay his head in your lap as you massage his scalp and tell him about your day. like a good boyfriend, he would peer up at you and listen, adding input when needed. he feels like a pervert though, guilt racking his mind as he caught himself glancing at your tits occasionally as you blabbed on endlessly. they were right in his face, nipples peaked under your thin tank top and practically begging to be sucked and toyed with.

it was particularly hard for him to control his urges when he got to cuddle with you. he was supposed to be taking a nap, head snuggled into your chest as he attempted to sleep. he doesn’t understand why he feels so pent up, but he does. he’s laying on your chest, arms wrapped around your back as his legs intertwined with yours. he already knows he’s hard, but he’s praying you won’t notice, which is looking good for him so far. you’re still chuckling at your phone while you gently massage his scalp, a habit you find yourself doing mindlessly whenever he’s like this.

megumi continued to shift his legs against your thighs, melting into your body heat as he tried to push the dirty thoughts out of his mind and sleep.

but he wants to fuck your thighs so bad.

he groaned into your chest, pulling you closer against him with a frustrated huff as he felt himself growing needier by the second. his huff brought you back to reality, your hand pausing in his hair as you placed your phone to the side. “are you okay, megs?” you asked, looking down at his hair, his face still buried between your chest. “no.” he responded, need disguised as irritation, his voice muffled into your shirt.

“what’s wrong, handsome?”

fuck.

he could’ve came on the spot.

“…can’t sleep.” he responded, lifting his head up to look up at you, trying to distract the ache of his dick so he could continue to speak. “i’m just really pent up.” he finished quietly, your hand returning to his hair to comfort him with a small smile. “you wanna do something about it?” now he’s starting to get embarrassed, giving you a subtle nod before leaning up to kiss you.

you were honestly prepared for penetrative sex, not this.

megumi was the type of boyfriend that would slowly reveal his kinks during sex. which is how you got here, watching in anticipation as he finished spreading lube along himself. you spread your legs, ready for his fingers, or at least for him to push inside you already. “no—keep them closed.” he said quickly, a hand prompting you to shut your thighs again. you did, albeit confused as he grabbed your legs and put it on one of his shoulders. his hand returned to his cock, the both of you watching as he slid his dick between your shut thighs.

he bit his lip, choking back a whimper as he began to slowly fuck your thighs, his leaky tip peeking out from your legs with every thrust. “fuck..wanted this so bad.” he admits through aroused breaths, a hand coming to rest on the back of your thighs as you watched in awe. his face was flushed, eyes struggling to stay open and glued to where the two of you were connected. seeing your boyfriend in such a state had you clenching around nothing, absolutely soaked as quiet moans slipped from his lips no matter how hard he tried to hold them back.

“you sound so pretty, megumi.” you said mindlessly, praise coming out like it was nothing. he shuttered, hips moving faster as his cock throbbed in need, pre bubbling and leaking from his mushroom tip. you had your suspicions about your boyfriends hidden praise kink, but this was only solidifying it. he let out more moans before he could realize it, hands grabbing at your legs desperately as pleasure came over him.

he couldn’t help it, your voice just does something to him, especially when you’re telling him something positive. “just like that, handsome. feels so good doesn’t it?” you cooed, testing the water, just to be sure you wasn’t imagining things. his cock twitched, humming in agreement between a whimper.

he’s been caught, and he hasn’t even realized it yet. too busy struggling to keep his eyes open to look at your pretty tits, each push of his hips making them jump erotically beneath him. his body moved before his mind could keep up, pressing your thighs lower against yourself so he could lean down to kiss at you boob softly. he moved one hand off your thigh to cup your tit, lips moving down to seal around your now perked nipple, sucking gently. his thrusts became more shallow to keep his tip from bumping into you, moaning into your tit as your hand returned to his scalp.

he kept sucking, whining as his tongue swirled around the peak, flicking and sucking as he practically drooled on your boob. you let out a shaky moan, gripping at his hair tightly as be continued to fuck your thighs. the stimulation of his mouth and the slight friction on your clit from your thighs was driving you crazy, body begging for more stimulation, but settling on watching your boyfriend lose himself on your body and not your pussy for a change. “mmfp—keep doing that, baby. feels so fucking good.” you encouraged, he whimpered, continuing his efforts as his pace quickened, chasing his orgasm as it built steadily in his core.

he pulled off, kissing your nipple gently before giving the other some attention, hand coming down to grab at your thigh once more. he looked like a absolute mess, hair tousled with flushed cheeks, moaning with every thrust between your thighs. “megs…you look so good like this.” you added, massaging his head as he mindlessly nodded along, not even fully registering your words as his tongue ran across your nipple for the nth time. he postured back up, admiring your now sensitive and saliva soaked tits, reaching to grab at one as he began to rut his throbbing dick through your thighs once more.

the sheer amount of pre he spilled on your lower stomach just from sucking on your tits was pathetic, his moans becoming slightly higher pitched as he felt himself growing closer. his hips began to lose rhythm, now chasing the heat and friction of your legs as you began to coo at him. “getting close? are you gonna be good and cum for me?” that nearly made him cum on the spot, nodding along with rushed yeses, in a complete daze as his balls swelled painfully with an orgasm. “yesyes..i’ll be good—wan’ be good for you.” he slurred between moans, his tip now peeking from your thighs rapidly as your hand came to tease it with every pass.

his thrusts stuttered, whining as his cum shot up your to you mid section, hips pushing through his orgasm as his eyes fluttered shut. “thats it, such a good boy for me, megs.” you praised through his orgasm, your words of affirmation having him spill more spurts of cum onto your body. he looked down at the absolute mess he made on you after a few seconds, breathing in embarrassment as he let go of your thighs, easing your legs down slowly onto the bed and kissing you softly.

“so you have a praise kink, huh?” you teased when he pulled his lips from yours. he blushed, trying to look irritated as he hovered above you. “shut up.” he mumbled, hands trailing down slowly back to your thigh to soothe it before gently pushing them open, something you thought was going to happen initially. “let me take care of you.” his fingers now trailing up your drenched folds, your enjoyment of this now evident on his fingers.

to others, megumi may seem blunt or mean, but to you? he was your sweet boy.

the series

a/n ~ another series over (i think..!) thank u again for all ur love!! it’s encouraged me to keep going w the writing 💗

your friends couldn’t believe their ears when you told them you finally got your hands on not one, but both of your cute roommates.

“at once?” one of them had said incredulously, chugging her drink while listening to you with rapt attention and wide eyes as you recounted the details of two nights ago.

you hadn’t done anything…else with choso and satoru since then. not again together, anyway. sure, there’d been some soft kisses with choso, or you’d get touchy with satoru before bed. but nothing like that.

it almost makes it feel like a dream, like it didn’t actually happen.

which is why you’re not expecting anything when you unlock the door that night. you slip off your shoes, humming faintly to yourself, dropping your purse by the front as you step in, shrugging off your jacket. you were the designated driver for your little group tonight and ended up staying out much shorter than expected.

you pause when you hear a soft thud. “…hello?” you call lightly.

no answer.

your brows knit slightly, and you step further in, glancing toward the hallway, and that’s when you see them.

you stop mid step, body freezing completely, because choso has satoru pinned against the wall, his hand fisted loosely in the front of his shirt. satoru's head is tilted back, glasses crooked, lips parted, because choso's kissing him hard.

and satoru is kissing him back.

it’s messy, a little desperate. satoru tugs at choso's hair, pulling him closer, and his other hand disappears at choso’s waist, into his pants, and choso makes this quiet, breathy sound that goes straight through you.

you're literally frozen.

no words, and a very obvious throb that rocks you to your core.

your throat goes dry. “…am i interrupting something?” you manage.

you don't say it loudly, but it might as well be a gunshot.

they jump. like actually leap apart, choso stumbling back a step, satoru nearly knocking his shoulder into the wall again as he straightens too fast.

both of them turn to you, horrified and flushed.

“you—” satoru starts, voice cracking, immediately pushing his glasses up like that’ll fix anything. “you’re—home.”

“clearly,” you say, still standing there, still staring.

choso's face turned violently red in record time. “i—we weren’t—” he starts, then stops, because there is literally no believable way to finish that sentence.

“you were making out,” you supply.

satoru opens his mouth, closes it. pushes his glasses up again like maybe third time’s the charm. “we—” he starts.

“it’s not—” choso tries at the same time.

they both stop, look at each other, then immediately look away.

you're still standing there, very very aware of the way your pulse spiked up. you're reminded of your night together, and your skin prickles excitedly.

“…right,” you say slowly.

"well, we were—you know, we were gonna make you a snack or something. and take care of you, like we always do when you come back from your girl's nights," satoru says quickly, stammering slightly. "you're just back early, is all."

another beat passes, then you laugh as you drop onto the couch, shaking your head slightly. "you guys can relax. you're not in trouble or anything."

they both stare at you, confused and flushed to hell.

“you’re not…mad?” choso asks carefully.

“why would i be mad?” you glance at him, one brow lifting. “you’re both adults. you can—” you gesture vaguely between them, “—do whatever that was.”

satoru squints at you.

“…that was a very generous ‘whatever that was,’” he mutters.

you shrug. “i walked in halfway through. could’ve been anything.”

“it was not anything,” satoru says immediately.

“gojo,” choso hisses, mortified.

“what? she literally saw—”

“i know what she saw!”

you bite back another laugh, pressing your lips together.

god, they’re a mess.

your mess.

“…it was kinda hot,” you say, almost casually.

the silence between you rings.

“…what?” satoru says.

you shrug again. “i said it was hot.”

choso looks like he might actually short-circuit. “you—” he starts, then stops, face turning a deeper shade of pink, and he fiddles with the hem of his shirt.

satoru's eyes narrow slightly, something sharp and curious flickering there now as he studies you. “...you’re serious.”

you meet his gaze evenly. “yeah.”

“...you want us to do it again?” he asks.

there’s a slight tilt to his voice and you lean back into the couch, crossing one leg over the other, your dress riding up your thighs in a way that's got both men's eyes glued to the movement.

"do you want to do it again?" you ask lightly, smiling.

choso’s gaze flicks to satoru. satoru’s already looking at him.

“...she’s messing with us,” satoru mutters, but there’s no real complaint in it.

“...i’m not,” you say.

choso swallows thickly. “you...really thought it was...?” he trails off, unable to finish the sentence.

“yeah,” you cut in softly. “i did. ”

his ears go red again and satoru lets out a slow breath, dragging a hand through his hair before letting it fall, gaze dropping to your lips for half a second before lifting again.

then he glances sideways at choso, something almost challenging in the look. “…you heard her.”

choso hesitates. “...you don’t have to—” he starts, looking back at you.

you cut him off again, softer this time, lips curved into a smirk. “i want you to.”

choso exhales slowly, like he’s letting go of the last thread of hesitation, and his hand reaches out, this time not unsure, grabbing lightly at the front of satoru’s shirt again.

satoru doesn’t resist, or joke. he just lets it happen. “you’re staring,” he mutters, but he leans in anyway.

“so?” you murmur back.

and then choso kisses him again, deliberately, deeply, and his grip tightens slightly, pulling satoru closer, closer, closer, and satoru responds immediately, one hand coming up to cup the back of choso’s neck, angling him better.

you watch, heart kicking up again, heat pooling low in your stomach.

it’s different when they know you’re there. when they know you’re watching.

satoru hums quietly into it, breath uneven, and choso makes that same soft sound you heard earlier, like he can’t quite help it.

your thighs press together. “...shit,” you mutter softly.

they pause, pulling apart just enough to look at you.

"come here," you whisper.

neither of them hesitates and they pull away from each other and move toward you almost in sync. satoru drops onto the couch beside you, still a little breathless, hair a mess. choso follows, slower but no less drawn in, settling close on your other side.

you glance between them. “you’re both really easy to boss around,” you say.

“only for you,” satoru mutters. choso doesn’t even argue.

your hands lift, one catching satoru by the collar, the other brushing against choso’s arm, and you pull them closer, closing the space between all three of you. “thought you said you wanted to take care of me,” you murmur.

satoru’s breath hitches again. “…we do,” he says.

choso nods, quieter but just as certain. “we do.”

you smile faintly. “then don’t just sit there,” you whisper.

satoru moves first, leaning in like he’s been waiting for the exact second you’d say it, his hand sliding back to your waist as his lips find yours again. it's hungry and longing and you barely get a breath before he's kissing you deeper, tilting his head, pulling you closer.

choso doesn’t stay still either. you feel him shift at your side until his hand settles at your hip, sliding up your waist slowly. your fingers tangle in both of them instinctively.

one in soft white, one in dark.

you pull satoru back just enough to breathe only for choso to take that space immediately, pressing in with a slower kiss, softer at first but no less intense, like he’s savoring it. his tongue swipes along your bottom lip before gentle pushing in as he pries your mouth open further, slotting your lips to his in a way that's got your head spinning.

“choso,” you breathe against his mouth, and he shudders slightly at the sound. his hand tightens at your waist, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepens - slower than satoru’s, but heavier.

you barely get a second to think before satoru’s back. “hey,” he mutters, half breathless, nudging in at your other side, fingers tipping your chin just enough to steal you back. “don’t hog.”

“you were literally just—” choso starts, but it dissolves when you pull them both closer at the same time.

problem solved.

you kiss satoru again, quick and sharp, then turn and catch choso’s lips before he can even finish his sentence.

it turns messy fast. satoru’s hand tightens at your waist, fingers pressing in while he leans back in, stealing you again with a low, frustrated sound against your mouth. his kisses are all heat and urgency, lips parting yours easily, tongue sliding in.

choso's hands move up your waist, over the front of your dress to cup your tits softly, nipping right under your jaw. you gasp softly and satoru pulls back from your lips, kissing down your neck and helping you tug off your dress.

"can this come off?" he whispers against your skin, looking up at you with those pretty, begging blue eyes of his.

"yeah," you breathe, and in seconds your dress is crumpled on the floor and satoru's between your legs, kissing up your thighs agonizingly slowly. your heart thumps loudly in your chest, crawling up your throat, and choso's hands move down from your bra, smoothing over the soft skin of your stomach and hips, before he's between your legs too, resting his face against your inner thigh, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

"yeah," you repeat, biting your lower lip in anticipation at these two needy men on their knees for you. satoru leans in first, his breath ghosting over the lace of your panties, and you shiver, sliding your hands into their hair.

when he kisses you over the fabric your eyes flutter shut, chest rising sharply as he licks, and licks, pulling the fabric lightly between his teeth.

"been waiting for this," satoru murmurs, making a breathy sound against your core. "have no idea how long i've wanted to do this."

choso spreads your legs further, hearts practically radiating from his eyes at the sight of the damp spot right in the centre of your panties. he moves his head in beside satoru's, tugging the panties down fully, and licking a long stripe up your heat.

"cho—fuck," you whisper, head tilting back slightly against the couch. the sound barely leaves you when satoru tugs you closer to his face, pulling one of your legs flush to the side of his head, his fingers digging into your thigh as he laps and kisses your cunt with hunger. and choso's right there along with him, prying you apart so he can bury his face between your legs, too.

they both moan into you like you're the best thing they've ever tasted.

liquid heat runs through your veins and your back arches slightly off the couch, lips parting in a soft moan. one of the guys - you're not sure which, maybe satoru - sucks your clit just right that you're seeing stars.

"ohmy—god—" you pull harder on their hair and they both make the same, desperate sound into your cunt, licking all of your arousal that they can, hands curled around your thigh like a lifeline.

you glance down at them, at their blissed out expressions as both of them eat you out with need, tongues pushing in an out in sync, and...

and...

your heart skips a beat before doubling in speed, because choso and satoru are panting, one hand low, jerking off.

jerking each other off.

you watch as choso's hand twists over the white-haired man's tip before sliding back down and satoru shudders, grip on your thigh tightening just slightly. he's pumping his fist steadily over choso's cock, both of them whining into you in unison.

your head can't take it. you feel dizzy and warm all over and your climax peaks when satoru orgasms, moaning, the vibrations rippling across your body and heaving you over the edge.

you cry out, pulling their hair harder and harder and pleasure hits you like a shockpool, zaps seeping through your body as your eyes roll back, body falling limply back against the couch. it rolls over you in waves, clit throbbing insistently as your soul comes back to you.

choso cums, too, releasing with a shattered groan and he drops his head low, arms shaking.

your eyes are lidded in that post-orgasmic haze, fingertips and toes still tingly.

satoru's voice cuts through the heavy breathing. "are you okay? was that good? it was good, right?" he adjusts his glasses, now all fogged up, and both he and choso get up, cradling your limp body.

"it was good, great," you slur, sounding a little drunk, humming happily.

choso's brows furrow slightly. "can i get you some water?" he asks softly, wiping his chin with the inside of his shirt. "do you want ice?"

"i can get her water," satoru interjects immediately.

"i asked."

"well, i'm faster."

"that's not a real measurement," choso splutters.

"it is when it comes to getting water," satoru says, already beelining for the kitchen.

“don’t spill it,” choso calls after him automatically.

you let out a weak laugh, head lolled against the couch where he’s still half-holding you upright. his hand comes up almost instinctively to tangle through your hair gently, movements slower and caring.

“you okay?” he asks again, quieter this time.

you hum, leaning into his touch without thinking. “mhm.”

his shoulders relax just a little then tense again when satoru comes back.

“water,” satoru announces, holding it out like he just completed a heroic quest.

“thank you,” you mumble, reaching, but choso’s already there, guiding the glass to your lips instead.

“slow,” he murmurs.

satoru hovers, watching with a pout. “i could’ve done that,” he says.

“you didn’t,” choso replies simply.

satoru's pout deepens and he curls beside you, dropping his head into the crook of your neck.

you make a small sound between them, something halfway between a laugh and a groan, sinking into the guys. a warm, solid presence on each side of you.

satoru’s arm drapes around you, holding you by your waist, and choso's hand finds yours, threading your fingers together slowly, thumb brushing over your knuckles.

the soft silence lasts for about twenty seconds before satoru breaks it.

"just checking that i was better, right? i was, right?"

you shut your eyes and fight back a smile as both guys argue about it.

I Know You Want Me

Synopsis: in which roommate!Choso loves to eat you know what Warnings: smut, minors and ageless blogs do not interact you will be blocked, no penetrative sex, dubcon?, cunnilingus - lots of it, sub!choso, super munch!choso, perverted roommate!choso, squirting, footjob, brief blowjob, hair pulling, brief somnophilia, dirty talk - praise, femdom, not proofread - couldn't be assed Word Count: 2.8k

Roommate!Choso loves to be put to use. Since he’s not all that great at house work, doing more damage and adding to the mess than he intends, he likes to make it up to you…in other means. Especially after you let him lap up your pussy in apology all those days ago. It pretty much awakened something in him, perhaps shoved the idea in his head that you can be susceptible to his manipulation, that you aren’t as strong as you pretend you are, and that maybe, just maybe, you want him as much. 

Roommate!Choso sits up from his slouched position on the couch when he hears the front door open. You’re home. And grumpy. 

“For fuck’s sakes,” you groan, “how hard can it be to drive straight? Did everyone wake up stupid today? Ugh, Choso, why are you just sitting here in the dark? You know how I feel about that. It’s so creepy.”

Roommate!Choso perks up. If he had dog-like ears, they’d be standing and twitching with every shuffle of your feet. Ignoring your insult, he happily answers, “I was waiting for you. You look tired. Can I help?”

you guys know what i love? a man who makes noise.

a man who isn't afraid to whine, moan, groan, you name it. and nothing turns you on more than your sweet boyfriend leaning over you, trying so hard to fuck you properly but you just feel so, so good around him. he can't get a single word out, not one moment of praise, he's completely overtaken by you and how amazing you feel.

absolutely ravishing, the way he fully indulges himself in the searing bliss of intimacy. he can't help but cry out broken whines of your name every time your hips sink onto his. he holds onto you so tightly, like you'd be reduced to nothing but a fleeting dream if he were to let go.

"mmmh...mm! baby, s' so good... so tight, all for me..."

you hear him the best when he's got you bent over, back arched over you, pounding into you from behind. each buck of his hips sends the absolute cutest ripples through your body, and he just can't help but moan at the sight of it. he's leaned over you, chin resting on your shoulder, whining and breathing sweetness right into your ear.

"aah, n..need more, little more f'me baby, please... mm!"

even when you're apart, he'll make sure you know exactly how much he misses you. you'll be receiving voicenotes and video clips of him touching himself, fisting his cock with such desperation that you can't help but feel bad that you aren't there to help him.

"need you here... mm- need you, m'body needs you... can't take it.. mmh!"

your sweet boy, with the sweetest voice, all yours.

i'd insert: DAZAI, VARKA, CHOSO, CHUUYA, WRIOTHESLEY, KAZUHA, GOJO, SYLUS, CALEB + all your favs <3

© 2026 flwrxiao → don't copy, translate or repost dividers: @/cafekitsune

sloppy kisses with zuko… i’m thinking about how there’s always too much saliva and it’s always so attractive and arousing.

zuko loves to french, he loves trying to eat your entire face off when you're making out. and you can't deny how much you love it as well. you're always misled, whenever you think he's going to go in for a simple kiss, he always ends up sneaking his tongue out to lick at your lips and slot his tongue between them. he grabs you close to him, his hands grasping your waist to hold you.

you can't even complain because you're always so willing to reciprocate. you can spend so much time just kissing him, hearing him moan into your mouth as he tastes you in his mouth. he never gets enough either because he feels the need to literally suck on your tongue. just plain nasty. and he isn't shy about doing this in public either. he likes showing others your his and he's yours, he's willing to make out with you wherever and at this point you've learnt to stop being embarrassed about it. you're proud of your boyfriend being so obsessed with you which is why you're settling on his lap and wrapping your arms around his shoulders to moan into his mouth as well.

✭Pairing: Choso Kamo x fem!reader

✭Synopsis: Ever since moving into your new apartment, a certain someone has been invading all of your thoughts. Your effortlessly alluring neighbor, Choso Kamo, that is. You’d run into him at the community pool, or the gym, or the laundromat—purely coincidental, you swear. Your little crush, however, morphs into more of an obsession. Luckily for you though, this infatuation seems to flow both ways. And he has a strategy of his own.

✭Content Warnings: stalking, non-consensual intimate photos, oral (f rec), vaginal fingering, vaginal sex, degradation, praise, squirting, multiple orgasms, overstimulation, mentions of masturbation, non-curse au.

✭Word Count: 3.3k

✭A/N: this took me a long time to write for some reason, not my best work but that's okay (i hope). also peep me writing somewhat dominant choso content for once!

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Choso Kamo, where do you even start?

You remember the first time you saw him—pale skin glistening with water in the afternoon sun, climbing out of the pool like he was some kind of rom-com cliche. He shook the water from his dark hair like a puppy that took shelter from the rain, tired round eyes to match. His emo boy sex appeal was upheld by the black tattoo that spanned across his wide nose. 

He was created to ruin your life, surely.

Ever since that day, you started etching his routine into memory. Noon meant he’d leave for his daily workout. At six, he’d head out again, guitar in tow, to play at local pubs—gigs you’d assume. And sometime between midnight and two, he’d return—stopping by the apartment pool to smoke a cigarette or go for a short swim. 

Some may say that you’re a bit of a stalker, but who were they to judge? They’d do the same if they saw the enigma that was Choso Kamo for themselves—right? 

Up until now, you’d never exchanged a single word. You were only aware of each other in those overlapping moments—crossing paths by chance, or so you told yourself. You’d watch him from the poolside or the gym, careful to not let your gaze linger too long, but sometimes he’d catch you. When he noticed, it was either a curt nod or a look that lasted just a beat too long.

Currently, you’re in your sluttiest bikini, lounging by the pool—sunglasses low on the bridge of your nose to conceal your eyes. You just want to ogle the mouth watering sight before you discreetly, you’d think that you deserve a reward after your hard day at work. However, what you didn’t expect was for your eye candy to shamelessly eye you in return. 

It was late evening, the sun setting and the sky a comforting shade of orange. Choso Kamo sat at the edge of the pool, his wet hair clinging to his broad shoulders in a way that made your thighs clench. He’s looking at you, not very subtle with his gaze—his eyes trail from your smooth legs, to your waist, and up to your tits. The both of you are just waiting for the other to acknowledge the tension. 

It was just the two of you, far too late for any sane person to want to go to the pool. So you suppose that it’s befitting that a freak like you would be here, with a purpose of course. But, why was Choso here? Maybe you just happened to catch him on a day when he didn’t have a gig?

Surely he didn’t have the same motives as you, right? 

“No gig tonight?” you speak first, quickly regretting it the moment you realized that you had said something you should have no way of knowing. 

“Figured I’d take a day off-“ his deep voice sends shivers up your spine—you had imagined his voice before, but truly hearing it in the flesh was better than anything your sinful brain could have dreamed of. “What about you? Shouldn’t you be binging your favorite show right about now?” he huffs a laugh, eyes still drilling holes into your laid out form.

How did he know that?

“You some kind of stalker?” you let out a shy giggle, trying to gauge how much he truly knows about you only for him to dodge the question entirely.

“I should be asking you the same thing.” Choso stands up, moving over to your lounge chair on the pool deck. “Isn’t it just so funny that we keep running into each other, sweetheart?” His mouth-watering body is looming over you now, blocking the setting sun. You can’t ignore the butterflies that flutter in your stomach from the pet name.

“Isn’t it just?” you try to play dumb—flirtatious, but innocent.

“Mhmm—well, I’m Choso-“ he extends his hand for a handshake. You have to hold yourself back from saying “I know” before reaching in kind. “You should come to one of my gigs sometime, since you seem to know that I play.” he teases, his hand finally touching yours. 

Sparks. 

“I-I’ll consider it.” You stutter, before giving him your name in return. You have to swallow the building excess of saliva in your mouth as he walks away, towel slung under his massive bicep. 

What you didn’t know was that Choso had been watching you too—ever since he saw you from his balcony, struggling to carry boxes into your new place. 

Something about the way you carried yourself had him in a chokehold—your effortless beauty, your awkwardness, your blatant interest in him. 

Choso would go out of his way to curate a routine that you could follow like the obsessive little thing he knew you were. He wanted you. But what he  wanted more was for you to come to him first—he just needed to lay the framework.

Your little pool meet-cute only occurred because he deliberately orchestrated it. He cancelled his gig that day in favor of giving you a show to enjoy from the pool deck. He liked- no, loved that you dressed up for the occasion—his dick thoroughly enjoyed it, that’s for sure. Choso had assumed that you would see him at the pool from your window—quickly rushing down to get your treat for the day. 

You were just so predictable. 

That’s perfectly fine, of course. Choso admittedly loves a woman that knows what she wants (especially in the bedroom).

You squealed when you closed the door behind you, you had never expected for him to be so…flirty. That pet name he had substituted for your name was still bouncing around in your skull, body buzzing with child-like excitement. 

Sweetheart, sweetheart, sweetheart…

Between the gig invitation, the hand shake, and lingering eyes, your infatuation with the nonchalant, emo boy next door was certainly growing beyond anything reasonable. 

You quickly discard your risky bikini and sunglasses once you reach your bedroom, ready to make use of this new masturbation material—his defined abs, those biceps the size of your head, his water-smudged eyeliner…

You go to grab your trusty vibrator from the top of your dresser, preparing for sweet relief only to find it on the floor, as if it had been knocked over. 

What the hell?

Choso groaned as he entered his apartment, swim trunks entirely too tight—his sweet little neighbor being the culprit. The way you subconsciously chewed on your lips while he was eyeing you from the edge of the pool, almost predatory in nature, did something for him. 

Choso trudged to his bedroom, ready to take a shower and indulge in his fantasies—you on your knees, long nails dragging down, down, down to his studded belt, looking up at him with that fixed gaze he knows oh so well…

God damn. 

Choso just wanted you to jump him and take what you wanted from him right on the pool deck. He would give you anything and everything in a heartbeat. 

The following day, you had genuinely ran into Choso on the elevator of all things. You had just gotten back from your nine to five, he was on his way to a gig—guitar in hand, ripped tee, baggy black jeans. Oh, he looked straight out of the band posters your teenage self would’ve had pinned on her wall. 

“Hey, sweetheart-“ he spoke first this time, low baritone making you acutely aware of your increasingly wet panties. “Have you thought about coming to one of my gigs yet?” he’s looking at you, brown eyes tight lined with smudged black eyeliner. 

“Yeah! You on your way to one right now?” you curse yourself for your stupid question. 

“Mhmm-“ he pauses, thinking of what to say next. “I play in an hour, if you’re- interested.” he asks, face resting in a shit-eating grin.

“I’ll check it out.” you return his smile, heart beating so fast you think it might jump out of your damn chest. 

“Great, see you there.” He tells you the pub’s address before giving you a shy nod and leaving you stunned in the elevator.

You were so enamored by the man that you had failed to realize that not only did you not get off on your floor, but had gone all the way down to the lobby. You groan before pressing the button that will take you up to your apartment. 

Sure enough, an hour later you find yourself dolled up at the pub—drink in hand as you wait for Choso to start his set. You’re still in disbelief that within twenty-four hours your hot neighbor went from a deluded fantasy to an unsettling reality—he’s within reach, and you just might get what you want. 

You gasp when you see him come into view under the stage lights—guitar strapped around him, dark messy hair, veiny hands covered in silver rings. It was like seeing him for the first time all over again. 

There are other men on stage with him, his band members you assume. They’re all very attractive but none compare to your Choso. 

They start their set, playing various rock songs that you’re not familiar with—but none of that matters when your eyes are locked onto Choso’s dexterous fingers plucking strings. 

You can only imagine what they would feel like inside you.

The rock music fades into a simple ambience to fuel your dirty musings, but you’re interrupted when a boy with pink hair who barely looks old enough to be in a pub approaches you. 

“Hey! I’m Yuji, Choso’s brother-“ he introduces himself, apparently unaware that Choso had never told you about his family. “I recognized you from the pictures he showed me and thought I’d come say hi!” he beams, reaching his hand out to shake yours.

Pictures? 

“Oh! Uhm- nice to meet you, Yuji-“ you’re thoroughly confused but return his handshake nonetheless. “Your brother…has pictures of me?” 

“Yeah! Aren’t you guys talking or something?” He falters for a moment before glancing at his brother and back to you. 

“Uhm- yeah, something like that-“ you mumble before returning your gaze to the guitarist for a moment. “Would you mind showing me the picture he sent you?” you ask, still looking at Choso—your heart drops to your ass when you make brief eye contact. 

“I can, yeah-“ Yuji fishes his phone from his pocket before scrolling briefly and bringing the phone up to your face. 

It’s a picture of you on your couch, in your pajamas, watching tv—it looked like it was taken from your bedroom doorway. A purely innocent photo to those who didn’t know that Choso has never been in your apartment (to your knowledge). 

Is that how he knew about your late night tv habits? 

You know that this new discovery should scare the shit out of you, but for some reason you find yourself trembling with excitement. Was Choso just as obsessed as you were? 

“Yuji! Get out of here!” 

You're jolted from your thoughts when you realize that the music had stopped and Choso was making his way over to you and Yuji’s table—eyebrows furrowed and steps heavy. 

“I was just saying hi!” Yuji yells back before returning to the black haired boy he was with across the pub. 

“Sorry about him-“ 

“Wanna tell me why you have a picture of me in my apartment?” you ask, trying to be serious but there’s a slight upturn to your mouth. Choso freezes, standing like a deer in headlights in front of your table.

“So I was right? You are some kind of stalker?” you can’t help the tipsy giggle that escapes your lips—you’re reaching out to him, motioning Choso to sit next to you.

He slowly moves to take his seat, hesitating like you have a gun pointed to his head. When he finally sits down, you rest your head on his shoulder making him relax a small amount. 

“I didn’t mean for you to ever see that, I didn’t know my brother was coming either.” he tries to explain himself, not that any of what he said could negate his actions. The lack of denying really made you laugh. 

“So what? You're not even gonna deny and defend your honour?” you tease, looking up at him from your spot on his shoulder. 

“No point. You don’t seem all that bothered by it either-“ he lets out a shaky breath before continuing. “Don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same if you knew how to pick locks.” he lets out a low chuckle before moving one of his hands to rest on your bare thigh.

“Can’t argue with that-“ you put your hand on top of his before guiding it up, up, up. “But if you wanted me to pose for a picture I would’ve done it in a heartbeat, Cho, had you asked.” you bite your lip when his breath hitches. 

You can barely say a word before Choso is shoving you up against his front door, mouth on yours, hands everywhere—his thick thigh pressed between both of yours. His kisses are frantic, tongue so deep down your throat you’d think he was looking for a love confession. You can feel the outline of his hard cock against your tummy as he tries to melt into your body. 

“Do you h-have any other pictures of me that I should know about, Cho?” you joke when he finally releases your mouth to leave wet kisses down the column of your throat. 

“Mhmm- I have some of you by the pool-“ his hands grab the hem of your dress and pull it over your hips, exposing your ruined underwear. “Some of you in the gym-“ he cups your soaked cunt through your panties and you grind down into his touch. “And some of you in the shower.” he groans at his own confession, finally pulling your panties to the side and circling your clit with two fingers.

“Oh- you’re s-so dirty, Cho-“ you let out breathy moans as his pace on your clit speeds up. “I should really c-call the- ngh- cops on you, you filthy s-stalker-“ 

“But that would be kind of hypocritical, no?” he counters, biting down on your collar bone making your legs buckle.

“Fuck- I guess so-“ you’re cut off by your own whine when Choso sinks a thick finger inside of you and curling it just right—just as you’d expected from the guitarist. “Oh my god- you p-probably jerked off to those pictures, huh?” 

“Everyday.” he answers simply before picking you up and taking you to his bedroom. 

Choso lays you out on his bed like you’re made of glass before moving to strip you bare. Your dress is discarded on the floor, your panties still pulled to the side—they’re far too pretty for him to want to take them off of you anyways. 

“You’re so damn beautiful, sweetheart-“ he climbs on top of you, still fully clothed. “the pictures will never compare to this.” he groans, kissing his way down to your pussy. 

“What about my bikini at the pool?” you giggle, still proud of your outfit choice for your totally natural occurring meet-cute. 

“You don’t even want to know.” he laughs too, leaving searing kisses on your inner thighs before diving into your cunt. 

Choso licks a wide stripe over your entire pussy before sucking your clit into his waiting mouth. Filthy sounds of suckling and lip smacking fill the room as he feasts on your slick. 

“Shit- feels s-so good, Cho-“ you dig your nails into his scalp, bucking your hips against his face—his brown puppy eyes staring into your damn soul as you use him. 

“Did- did you ever- mmph- run into me on p-purpose too?” you ask, trying to form coherent words but it’s getting difficult when Choso is devouring you like he hasn’t eaten in days. 

“All the time, sweetheart-“ he breaks contact with your cunt to speak, quickly replacing his mouth with tight circles of his fingers. “loved seeing the look on your face when you’d see me-“ his fingers slid into your pussy again, repeatedly hitting that special spot inside of you. “Like I’d hung the moon and stars.” 

“Gonna cum, Cho!” the coil in your belly is uncomfortably tight, ready to snap at any second. Choso just grins before lowering himself back to your cunt and hollows his cheeks around your clit, fingers never letting up. 

“Oh- fuck!” your body tenses, then releases with violent jerks of your hips—your hands repeatedly smacking the bed like it had personally offended you. Loud whines turn into breathy moans as you come down from your high, Choso greedily drinking down your juices the whole way through.

“Tastes sooo good, baby.” he’s still lapping at your cunt even when you’re trying to push his head away, the stimulation quickly becoming too much. 

“Can’t t-take anymore, Cho-“ 

“But I’ve been d-dreaming about this for so long-“ his words are muffled by your cunt. “Give me one more- please.” his chocolate irises melting away your protests. 

You just nod, unable to argue anymore—your second orgasm not far away. Choso’s fingers nearly double in pace, rough pounds to your cunt becoming borderline unbearable. All the while his tongue flicks at your clit like he’s trying to kill you. He’s completely and utterly pussy drunk. 

“Cumming!” you gush around his fingers with a loud cry, hips raising off the bed, fingers clawing at his hair. You drown him in your fluids, your orgasm ripping through you more violently than the last. 

“No m-more!” you have to pry Choso’s head off of you, begging him to let you breathe. 

“So good for me, sweetheart.” he finally pulls away, licking his lips, careful not to let any of your essence go to waste. He kisses up your body before taking his phone out of his back pocket and snapping a photo of your swollen cunt—you’re still too gone to even realize what he’s doing. 

“Hey, Cho?” you try to catch his attention, a certain question popping into your head. 

“What’s up, sweetheart?” he asks, setting his phone down and taking his shirt off. 

“Were you in my apartment yesterday?” you had remembered that your vibrator had been knocked over when you got back from the pool.

“Don’t worry about it, baby.” he dismisses you before unbuckling his studded belt and freeing his cock. 

But you weren’t going to accept that answer—you swiftly sat up before pushing Choso down on his back and straddling him. Your soaked cunt grinding down on his admittedly, huge dick.

“Christ, sweetheart.” he lets out a breathy whine at your sudden display of control. 

“What were you doing, Cho?” you coax him into answering with a slow roll of your hips, he groans. 

“Fuck- I was going through y-your drawers-“ 

“Did you take anything?” 

“No-“

“Are you telling the truth?” 

“Yes- I just- fuck- I just jerked off to your stuff-“ it sounded like it physically pained him to admit it, but his worries immediately evaporated when you sink an inch down on his cock without warning. 

“You’re disgusting, Choso-“ you giggle from above him, hissing a little at the delicious stretch. 

All he can do is whine as you sink further and further down his weeping cock, laughing at his glossed over eyes and needy expression. 

“And here I- ngh- was thinking I was the creepy one-“ you moan when you finally fully spear yourself on Choso’s dick—hips rolling in an effort to adjust to his obnoxious girth. 

“M’sorry, sweetheart-“ his heart stops when you have his own phone in your hand, hovering over his pathetic face. You snap a quick photo before sending it to your number.

“Awww, don’t worry, Cho-“ you lean down to plant an innocent smooch on his pouty lips. “All is forgiven as long as you agree to be mine-“ you giggle again, clearly enthralled by his pitiful demeanor. “I didn’t do all the work of seducing you for nothing.” 

“What the f-fuck kind of question is that? Of course I’m yours.”