#i was yuki and they were choso :D

[jelliedoodles]

favorite jjk ship/duo?

hi btw ^□^ 🌹🌼🌷

hiiii beloved!! 🫶

i am unfortunately still inuokko clown #1 … i just love them … so dearly ..

[c-h-e-r-r-i-e-s]

Just thinking about Choso and his lil blood supernovas when he’s just letting go while fucking you.

Choso had never been with anyone, he’d stolen a kiss or two from Yuki but he’s still new to relationships. And you were so sweet and understanding. You’d waited until he was ready to be physical. You’d gone on countless dates until you finally kissed and when you did, Choso was so excited! He blushed and stammered, rubbing the toes of his shoes together. No clue what he was supposed to do or say next.

But you were there to kiss him back. And there holding his hand when he thought he’d messed up your 6 month anniversary. He got the idea from Yuji but you told him it wasn’t something adults usually celebrated. That years were nice to count but months was something people Yujis age do. And at your 8 month mark Choso decided he really wanted to be with you. And you were so flattered. Gushing over how it’s important to wait for the right person. And that only confirmed more that he wanted you.

Choso came to you saying “please baby I really want to.” You both were sitting on your bed together caught in a twist of tongues. Clinging to each other like life depended on it. And to him it did.

He laid down on the bed just watching as your fingers trace across his skin. Having discarded his shirt just so he could feel more of you on him. Skin to skin. He pulls up your shirt too. You instruct “just do what feels natural.” With sultry eyes and a smile that was sure to put him in an early grave.

Choso runs his fingers over your sides and up your back, pulling you closer so your chests touch. Wrapping your arms around his neck you press your lips to his and kiss deeply. Angling your head so every bit of your mouths can touch, the soft wet skin sliding over each others.

Wetness pools between your legs and you involuntarily rub yourself on his hardening length. Shivering at the thought of him and what you want.

“Choso it’s okay if you want to stop but if you don’t stop me I’ll keep going. D-do you want that?” He nods and looks into your eyes full of need and hunger for you.

Removing yourself from his lap you stand up and remove the rest of your outfit. Letting the lacy panties fall to the floor and Choso.. well his eyes won’t leave your body. Drinking in all of you “So s-So beautiful” he laments. Reaching out to run hands on your hips, he pulls you back down on his lap.

Giggling you stand back up and coax his pants off as well. Sultry eyes look through lashes as you release all of him from his clothes. Teasingly you let your body graze over his as you go to sit back on his lap.

His eyes are screwed shut and you whisper “please look at me for a few okay?”

He can’t bear to not do as you request and his lashes flutter as eyes open. You both fall to the bed together in an embrace and roll into a tangle of limbs. Kissing his neck and chest before you’re both needily pressing your hips together.

Your thumbs finding the hook in his little waist. And your eyes roll back as you sigh at the desperation you feel. Whispering “please let me take care of you” grinding your self down on him you can’t seem to get close enough. So you straddle him pressing his hard dick on your slit. Slowly you slide him into you. And your arms pull him up into a grasping embrace as you start moving your hips up and down.

Choso’s big fingers press into your skin, bucking his hips up into yours. The actions you both take making lewd slapping noises that combine with your moans to make a sinful soundtrack.

Hands run over lovers skin begging for more. Your face hides in the crook of his neck and your clit rubs against his pelvis. Bringing you both closer to release.

Getting desperate for it, you push him back on the bed and ride him. Hands on his chest and chasing your high.

As he gets closer you see his cheeks flush and his dick gets so much harder inside you. The scar across his face grows, small points forming at the end on his cheeks and over his eyes.

He screws his eyes shut trying to keep himself from letting go inside you. Squeezing his hands on your hips and guiding you on his length, he hits euphoria and starts letting go. Little orbs of blood flow from his face and Choso doesn’t notice but you do.

Interrupting his high you stop moving but his hands stay moving your hips. “Choso please look”

He opens his eyes to your sweaty face and wimpers, filling You up. Pulling you completely on him to the hilt. And his little blood supernovas fall to the bed around you. The sticky red substance splattering around you both. Covering your sheets and parts of your body.

Choso blushes furiously and immediately apologizes. “So sorry, I’m so sorry” he repeats forgetting he can just suck it back up easily. You’ve just flustered him to no end with your pretty moans and how incredible you make him feel.

But not to worry because you already came anyway and you don’t end up leaving the bed again for a few days. Now that he’s had you once he just wants you to stay naked with him forever.

@missphanosaur18 @chosos-wife

[dejwritesarchived]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀human, choso kamo

it's been two years since the fall of the jujutsu world, and now choso kamo is finally able to keep the promise that he made with special-grade sorcerer yuki. to no longer live life as a curse but as a human. just his luck; his bubbly next-door neighbor is the one that helped guide him through it.

♔ ˖ ✧ — general warnings: female reader, her/she pronouns, female anatomy described, black reader written in mind and their will be descriptors, modern au but also in jjk verse, kinda my own interpretation and theories on how jjk will end, super self-indulgent bc it's my bday, neighbors to lovers (is that a trope), love making yay, mention of other jjk characters, a lot of jumps that are separated by dividers btw, somewhat plot twist at the end // smut warnings: missionary position, hand holding, mentions of hickeys/love bites, usage of spit, big d*ck choso is a warning in itself, implied of oral (m.receiving), handjob // word count: 5.5k, minors dni.

YOUR NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBOR, CHOSO, WAS EXTREMELY MYSTERIOUS. He only came out of his apartment for a couple of things—going grocery shopping, possibly working, and jogging. You never saw him being friends over. You never saw him bring a lover over. Nothing. Your curious mind always wondered if he was just a loner; maybe he didn’t have any family members alive. It was just him in the small countryside of Japan, and he was just taking his very lonely days day by day. Or was it cruel of you to assume? It wasn’t really your business as a young foreigner just enjoying her youthful years of traveling. 

You’ve been everywhere, searching for a permanent home after deciding to step away from your actual job. Malaysia, Nigeria, Brazil—you have been traveling for a while, and now it seems you may have found your permanent home for good. The small town wasn’t as busy as Tokyo, but it got lively when the people got together to throw small festivals to celebrate things. If you recall, tonight’s festival celebrated the anniversary of the eldest married couple living in the community. Everyone was prompted to bring a dish, baked goods, or gifts. You took it upon yourself to make onigiri because it was one of the easiest dishes you couldn’t butcher without the eldest questioning your cooking skills.

With your best outfit, you glanced at Choso’s door and began your journey down to the main court of the community with your dish. You could hear the laughter and music of the people in the community as they were setting up. You could see the eldest couple, Mr. and Mrs. Aoki, slowly dancing to the music that was blasting through the speakers. Huge smiles on their faces caused their eyes to crinkle and for them to hold on to each other a bit tighter. Despite such a fast-paced song playing, they took their time indulging in each other’s company as if they wouldn’t have each other anymore the next day. 

“You look gorgeous,” You heard one of your friends, Hinata, say. 

“I can’t let you outdress me this time,” You joked while placing what you brought on the table with the other variety of foods. 

“It’s only room for just one hot person in the small community, and it seems like it’ll be me,” He responds. “Now it’s three,” He jokingly sighed in despair.

“Three?” You questioned as you were glancing over the drinks that were offered.

“You, Me, and your neighbor,” Hinata responded. He ran his fingers through his sandy brown colored hair before speaking again, “I’m so jealous. I’m stuck with Old Man Keigo as my neighbor.” 

“He’s not that bad.” You laughed.

“He knocks on my door at three in the morning, asking if I have seen his cat. I didn’t even know we were allowed to have pets.” Hinata sighs.

“Choso literally never leaves his place. I don’t even think he watches tv,” You responded. 

“Still better than Keigo,” Hinata answered. 

“Is it, though? You’re not curious about why he’s so lonely? If he has a family? Friends? If he wants to make friends?” You asked, and Hinata’s face scrunched up in confusion.

“Maybe he’s running away from his past life,” Hinata said while searching for a plate. “You should give him some food.”

“Why do I have to do it?” 

“You have an adorable, friendly face. Would you rather Old Man Keigo do it?” Hinata’s head motioned to the older man, who was nodding off to sleep in the corner. The children in the community managed to begin to place items on his lap to see how long he wouldn’t notice.

“The goal is to get him out of his apartment, not scare him in.” You grabbed the plate out of Hinata’s hand. “How am I supposed to know what foods he likes? If he’s allergic to anything?” 

“Hm, just give him one of everything. Now my lovely friend has arrived to help me get through this party. Toodles.” He disappeared in the sea of people, leaving you alone with a plate of food.

You knew he was most likely meeting with his local drug dealer, getting his weekly weed fix to get him through his work week as an administrative assistant at a law firm. 

You did what Hinata suggested, placing one of everything on the plate. You were positive that the amount of food on the plate would have been the same amount that the community's people would give him. Especially considering that some already whispered about him. They weren’t bad whispers or gossip but whispers of kindness. You remember Mrs. Aoki telling you how he helped her carry her groceries in her house. Or the young mother that lived in the home down from your complex told everyone that Choso taught her young son how to ride his bike without training wheels. So, if Choso were to finally leave his home—maybe he would see how kind everyone was and how this community was like a huge family. He had already been helping out around here.

As soon as you were done, you returned to your apartment. Your steps were slow and steady to prevent you from spilling food everywhere. When you reached Choso’s door, you mentally prepared yourself for what to say. Should you do an introduction first before giving him the food? Should you lie and say Mrs. Aoki told you to bring the food? What if he doesn't accept the food? Well, that wouldn’t be so bad. You were his neighbor who only said hi or bye to him, giving him food. He’ll probably think it’s been poisoned or something.

You knocked three times. Two times softly before a loud one that could be heard in the small apartment. You stepped back when you heard the sound of the door unlocking. When he stepped out with a towel wrapped around his waist, your heart glanced down in embarrassment. Your brown skin heated, and your heart felt like it was flinging around your chest like a balloon that had just deflated. You never thought a plate of food was so interesting until now.

“Uh, I’m sorry for interrupting your plans. I just thought that I should bring you food from the festival. Mr. and Mrs. Aoki are celebrating their anniversary.” Your words were moving so fast that he even was trying to comprehend what you were saying.

You took a deep breath before speaking again, “You never leave your apartment, so I thought it would be nice to get you some food. I wasn’t sure what you like, so I bought a bit of everything.” Your hands extended the plate outward, and he grabbed the plate out of your hand with the hand that wasn’t grasping on the blue-colored towel that was wrapped around his waist. 

Now that the plate was no longer in your hands, your curious eyes couldn’t help but take a peek at his body. His body was like it was sculpted by the best sculptor in Japan. The many Greek statues of God’s body used him as a reference if possible. 

“Thanks,” Choso says, and his lips curve into a sly smile before he returns back into the comfort of his own home.

With a smile on your face, you turned around to return to the celebration and Choso on your mind. The festival continued, and you even shared a rolled blunt with Hinata to end the night as you gossiped about random things. He asked about Choso and could tell by how your glossed lips curved into a smile that it went well. He didn’t question more of it since the intoxicating high of marijuana finally hit him. However, he did point out that he believed Choso and you would get along quite well. 

Hinata’s prediction wasn’t far off, considering two weeks afterward, Choso tagged along with you to go grocery shopping. You remembered dragging your shopping cart down the stairs loudly as he followed you. 

“What’s up with the cart?” He asked as he walked by your side; he noticed that you didn’t take the usual turn towards the community exit but instead went towards one of the elder's apartments.

“Oh, I usually go grocery shopping for some elders. It helps so I won’t have to carry all the bags from the grocery store.” You gave him a smile. “You have to work smarter, not harder, so you won’t have back problems in your early thirties.” You joked.

Choso’s lips formed a perfect shape ‘o’ as he realized how smart the idea was. The closest grocery store is about a fifteen-minute walk from here; it would make sense to have something that would be easier for you to carry your bags. His dark eyes followed you as you went door to door, asking some of the older people if they needed anything from the grocery store. You did with such a bright smile that Choso found his cheeks growing hot as he watched you respectfully bow before wishing farewells to your neighbors. 

Kindness, you had so much of it and weren’t afraid to give it out. Perhaps that’s why Choso admired you so much. You were like a ray of sunshine; he questioned where you were during the Shibuya, Culling Game, and other events that shook the sorcerer world. How could someone like you be so kind and bubbly when such events happen? He wondered if you had family members that died during the Shibuya incident. 

“I have three people's grocery lists and money. You know you don’t have to tag along if you don’t want to.” You said as you dragged the cart behind you. 

“I have nothing else to do, and I have grown to enjoy your company compared to your friend,” Choso admits as he walks by your side. “He’s a hyper one.” 

“Oh, Hinata? Yeah, you have to catch him when he’s off work. Other times he’s either high on weed or caffeine.” You chuckled. “I appreciate the company, then. It isn’t a lot of people around our age that live here.”

“I noticed,” Choso responds. He shoved his hands in his leather jacket pockets. “I like it like that compared to the city.”

“You used to live in the city?” You asked as you stopped at the crosswalk. 

“Well, I work in Roppongi as security at some clubs. That helps pay the bills and such. I did live there originally, but it was too busy there. As if Roppongi never sleeps or something. So, I moved.” Choso explained while you two crossed the street.

You noticed that your arms kept bumping into each other with each step you took next to each other. It was like two magnets that kept gravitating toward each other despite being far apart. 

“You as a security guard? You don’t give me security guard vibes,” You chuckled.

“Really? My boss says otherwise,” He runs his fingers through his hair. “He said I look intimidating.” 

“Maybe it’s the mark across your face.” You motioned to your own face. “What is that anyway? A tattoo? Birthmark?” 

You watched as Choso rubbed at the back of his neck nervously. His cheeks staining the color of red before speaking, “Birthmark.” He says before his eyes averted downward in embarrassment. 

“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” You nudge his side. “It’s cute.” She adds before skipping ahead to enter the grocery store. 

Choso followed behind you with heated cheeks as you held the first list. You were putting stuff in the cart you brought along. “Have you always lived there? Seem like everyone knows you.”

“Only for about four months now. I traveled a couple of places before settling here.” You answered. “I must say that Hinata did make it much easier. I was like you at first. All bottled up in my apartment, and then Hinata became my friend. The rest is history; Hinata even decided to set me up with one of his friends.” 

“And how is that going?” Choso asked. 

“He canceled the first two dates, and we’re supposed to hang out another day,” Your shoulders shrug as you look at Choso, who couldn’t quite comprehend how nonchalant you were taking the situation.

“What about you? Anyone special in your life? Met someone nice during your security gigs?” You asked while grabbing another thing off the shelf. 

Choso took the other list out your hand and started to search if any item on the list was in the aisle you two currently were in. You couldn’t tell if he started helping to avoid your question or if he was genuinely being kind. He reached behind where you were standing to grab something behind you. 

“I don’t really do relationships. Yeah, I have had flings here and there.” Choso explained. “So, there’s no one from my security gigs.” He chuckles. 

Your eyebrows raised in curiosity at his question, but you didn’t want to pry anymore into his business. You took the list from his hand and motioned for him to pull the cart. With a sly grin, Choso followed behind you. The dark-haired male was growing comfortable with you, and he couldn’t explain to himself the warm feeling he felt when he was around you. 

A DRUNKEN HICCUP ESCAPED your lips as you let your head fall into the palm of your hand. Your mind felt like it was spinning, and your body felt like it was a bowl of Jell-O. You brought the glass to your taking another sip of the intoxicating alcohol that you knew you had too much of. Finishing the last bit in the glass before letting your face collide with the table you sat at. You knew it was irresponsible to drink alone, especially considering you had to travel about five blocks to your house. But you didn’t think you would get stood up by Hinata’s friend. They were supposed to be here to walk you home and ensure that you got home safely. But they didn’t bother again.

You sat up, running your manicured fingers through your coils, before you saw a familiar figure walking by the bar that you were in. It seemed like he felt your drunken glare since his eyes met with yours when he turned around. Choso. You hadn’t seen him since he told you about his brother when you guys walked together to the grocery store. You watched as he raced to the door to approach you, and you couldn’t hide the foolish grin on your face. 

“Choso! Come, sit down and have a drink with me!” You shrieked, holding up the empty bottle of sake. 

“You’ve reached your limit, Y/N. It’s time to go home.” He says.

“But he hasn’t shown up yet. Hinata’s friend didn’t come.” 

“Just stay here while I pay your bill, okay? Don’t move!” His finger points at you, and you can only smile and give him a thumbs up.

You plopped back into your seat, watching as he paid for the drinks you had within the night. He returned and helped you up, but you stumbled back, causing him to grab a hold of your wrist to catch you. He noticed the short skirt you wore tonight and wanted to question if you were cold, but right now, he had to get you home. A long sigh tumbled from the dark-haired male before he unzipped his hoodie. He tied the hoodie around your waist and turned around. “Hop on.” He says, motioning to his back. 

“Choso, you’re going to carry me all the way home. You’re such a gentleman.” You happily sigh as you climb onto his back. 

He carried you in silence until you were so curious about why he was out so late. “Why were you out so late? It can be dangerous out here when the sun goes down, you know?” Each word that left your mouth was interrupted by a hiccup. 

“Says the drunk one; someone could have taken advantage of you if I didn’t see you.” Choso lectured. “You’re so irresponsible, you know?”

Your lips formed a pout as you wiggled your legs with each step Choso took. “I just thought he would show up. I’m sorry for my ir-responsible-ness.” 

Choso chuckles at your words, considering that you completely butchered the last part of your sentence. “It’s okay. But to answer your question, I just went to the cemetery to visit my brother. It’s much more peaceful for me when I go at night.” 

“Well, did you enjoy your visit?” You asked. 

“I did. I’m sure he’s tired of me bothering him, though.” He responded.

“Well, I wish I would have been able to meet him. If he’s as cool as his older brother, I’m sure I would have liked him and his company.” 

“He would have liked you also. Especially considering you being so nice to me. Seeing the good in every fuckin’ body. Including that guy that stood you up.” 

You grew silent. Choso’s words suddenly sober you up. You blink several times before speaking, “He promised he would come.” 

You found yourself repeating that phrase again and again. 

“I heard you the first time you said it,” Choso answered as he began to walk up the steps connected to the complex's top level. “Just wish you would see that the guy clearly isn’t interested in you.” 

“And how would you know that? You told me weeks ago that you don’t do relationships or haven’t even been on a date. Just hookups,” You backfired. 

“I don’t need to be a relationship expert to see that you deserve better than to get stood up in some busted bar that hardly anyone knows about as if the guy is ashamed and is afraid to be with a foreigner. Now, can I have your keys to open your door?” 

Silence overcame the two of you again. Why were you two so comfortable enjoying each other’s silence? Why was his silence so comforting? Why did it calm you down? Why did his words hit you so hard like that? 

“I think I left my purse at the bar.” 

“Seriously?” 

“I’ll just go wake the landlord up; I’m sure he has a spare key. Then I’ll just go get my purse tomorrow. I'm friends with the owner, so I’m sure she’ll put it up for me.” 

Choso didn’t say anything. Instead, he walked next door to his apartment, unlocking the door. “No need to be a nuisance to the landlord so late at night. You can crash here until the morning, and I’ll get your purse.” 

“You’re so kind. One day I will pay you back plus some.” 

Choso opened his apartment, and you were in awe at how he decorated his small space. Maybe, your mind was mentally hyping it up due to the alcohol in your system. But you felt at peace in here; it could have been because it smelt like Choso. A scent that you grew familiarized with the more you spent time with him. You noticed how clean his place was. He had a couple of plants in the corner that were clearly taken care of. He had a record player in the other corner with a stack of vinyl records. Your eyes couldn’t help but remember the small details in his apartment. So caught up in your surroundings you don’t even notice Choso kneeling down to remove your heels after your feet finally hit the ground. 

“I could have done that myself.” You said.

“Mhm, sure.” He sarcastically responds before searching his closet for something you can change in. He gave you a shirt and some shorts. “The bathroom is all yours.” 

You stumbled into the bathroom to change into the clothes. The shorts and shirts are clearly too big for you. Your arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at yourself in the small mirror above the sink. You looked a mess, and you couldn’t believe that Choso saw you in this manner. Felt like he was viewing you at your lowest all because you got stood up by some guy. 

Choso seemed to be getting ready to shower when you were done in the bathroom. You swallowed the lump that suddenly formed in your throat before walking further into the room, “I can sleep on the floor. I am the intruder here.” 

“Nonsense, I don’t mind sharing the bed. Unless you’re like-“ 

“No, it’s not that. It’s just you’ve done so much for me tonight. Carried me home, paid my bill at the bar, now this.” 

“It’s okay. It’s kinda on my list to be kind to someone similar to how my brother would be.” Choso answered truthfully. 

Your eyebrows raised at his comment, but you didn’t argue as you climbed into the bed and got comfortable. You rolled over on your side and tugged the blankets further on your frame to attempt to sleep. Choso went on to take a shower, and minutes later, he joined you in the bed. The bed sank downward when he joined you, and you hated to admit that you wanted to move closer foolishly. You bet he was a wonderful cuddler; he had the arms for it. Before you could utter goodnight to Choso, the alcohol you consumed caused your body to finally relax on the fluffiness of the bed. Your eyes fluttered, attempting to fight your sleep until you finally fell into a deep slumber. 

When morning came upon you, you woke up and could feel an arm around your waist and warmth upon the back of your neck. If you concentrated hard enough, you could even feel Choso’s face upon the top of your coils. It took you by a shock that you didn’t fall asleep twisting your hair and throwing on a scarf, but then you remembered the events of last night. You remembered the piggyback ride. You remembered the talk about you being too kind and always seeing the good in everyone. You remembered forgetting your purse. You figure you were such a nuisance, so you had to make your grand mistake.

You attempted to wiggle out of his grasp, but the grip got a bit tighter. A subtle groan escaped from Choso before you wiggled your way to turn around to face him. Your lips gasp apart to stare at the sight in front of you. His black hair sprawled across his face creating the most reckless bed hair. You took in the way he let out a soft snore here and there. How long his eyelashes were. The birthmark that decorated his pale skin started from one cheek to across the bridge of his nose and to the other cheek. Your cheeks heated, seeing his eyes flutter open and catch you staring. 

“Sorry, I didn’t want to wake you.” You stuttered your words out in embarrassment before turning around to break eye contact. You’ve given up wiggling away at how close the two of you were, but he didn’t loosen up the grip either. Actually, he pulled you closer. As if he didn’t want to let you go. 

“Choso?” You asked as you could feel the tip of his nose on the back of your neck. 

Your skin was littered with goosebumps, and your body's hair stood up. 

“Hm.” He groggily answered. 

“I may have been drunk, but I do recall you mentioning a list. You said one of the things on the list was to be kind to a person the same way you would think your brother would. Is that what you’re doing with me?” 

“Yes.” 

Now you were back, turning around to meet his sleepy alluring gaze. “And you think your brother would do this? As in, cuddle his neighbor?” 

“He’ll carry you on his back if you were too intoxicated, but I don’t know if he’ll do this. I can stop if you want,” His arm detaches itself from your body, and your body suddenly feels cold without it. 

You grabbed it and put it back on your waist. “No, I’m okay with it. It’s just I’m curious to know why me. Why be kind to me?” 

“Because you’re kind to me. Always been kind to me.” He answers truthfully. His fingers brushed one of your coils out of the way, and those goosebumps returned again. 

“I know, but no amount of kindness equals cuddling and shit.” You said. “I’m not complaining because this is very comforting, but I don’t want you to feel obligated to be kind to me-“ 

“I think I’m in love with you.” 

“What? Choso, that’s such a-“ 

“I know, and I’m not expecting a response to that just yet. I know it’s quite hard to process especially considering that you’re most likely hungover at the moment. But I am willing to wait whenever you’re ready.” His eyes shifted closed as if attempting to fall back asleep.

“And what if I have a response to that right now?” You asked.

“Then, spit it out already.” 

When those words left his mouth, you rolled a bit closer to place a kiss on Choso’s lips. It started off innocent at first. Quick, subtle pecks before the kiss deepened. Before he pulled you closer, by the way, to taste more of you eagerly. Just as his strong arms brought you closer, you could feel his cock poking at your plush brown thighs—rubbing against you for some form of friction that caused Choso to let out a breathy sigh in between breaks of the kiss. Your hand climbed in between the two of you to rub at his hardened cock through the gray fabric of his shorts. 

“Shit,” Choso’s head fell back on the pillow after biting at your full plump bottom lip. 

The heated makeout session lasted until the two of you were breathless, and your mouth was wrapped around his cock until he began to feel your pussy around him. You tore each other's clothes off until they decorated the wooden floors. The taste of Choso stained your tongue, and you felt like you were intoxicated. Not due to the alcohol you consumed the previous night but to Choso’s actions. He kissed your neck and collarbone with his body on top of yours. The kisses on your golden skin made you whimper out for more, and for you to grow wet. His teeth bite down, and the gasp that you let out causes all the blood to rush to his cock. Choso’s fingertips tip toed in between your bodies to cling onto the fabric that was in between his callous fingers from indulging in toying with your clit. 

His plush lips kissed your lips, and in between the heated kiss that was causing Choso, he could only say. “Tell me what you want, Y/N.”

When you made eye contact with Choso, you felt so soft inside. Butterflies erupted in your stomach as you stared up at Choso. You lean up to kiss his lips, but he pulls back. “Tell me what you want,” He’s dipping down to kiss upon the bite mark he left on your flesh. “Use your words.” 

“I want you.” 

Those were the words Choso wanted to hear. In just a quick and eager motion, he’s pulling your panties down. Like a hormonal teenager, he’s letting his hardened, clothed cock rub against your wet folds teasingly. Your juices staining the cotton fabric of his grey-colored Calvin Klein briefs. You wouldn’t believe labeling him as a tease, but he drove you insane. How can he make you confess that you wanted him and edge you on until you can feel your own essence staining the inside of your thighs? 

He kisses you lightly, but it feels heavy and rough because it takes your breath away. His right hand tugged down his boxers fully, and you couldn’t help but feel your heartbeat increase at the weight of his cock on your abdomen. He hawks some spit in his hand to coat his cock in it, wanting to make this experience pleasurable and comfortable for you. With his fingers intertwined with yours, he’s sliding inside you. Choso felt how tightly you gripped at his hards, with your eyes squinted shut, getting used to his large size. 

“I’m sorry.” He’s repeatedly saying as he’s peppering your face with subtle kisses. His cock rested inside you until you finally opened your eyes. 

The once intense feeling of his cock stretching you out was replaced with the satisfying feeling of wanting more. Choso didn’t need to hear your voice to begin moving. His hips rotate forward into the cushion of your spread thighs. It was quite a sight to see how your pussy was swallowing his cock with each thrust forward or roll of Choso’s hips. However, the half-curse-half-human couldn’t think straight with how your moans echoed in his ear. They sounded so sweet, so wonderful. One of the most beautiful things he has heard after that band Tame Impala. His callous hands, you were sure had many sins imprinted on them, push your thighs apart just to tug his cock out of you.

“You’re going to make me come, fuck.” He said breathlessly. 

Even with his comment, he still pushed himself fully inside of you again. Surrendering in wanting you to feel full once more. The sound of his headboard smacked against the wall, and Choso was so grateful that you were his neighbor because any other person would have been knocking on his door for him to keep it down. 

You never really thought that this would happen. That you and he would cross such a line to express how you felt for each other. But you weren’t complaining; you enjoyed the way Choso’s hand grasped at every part of your body. You enjoyed the way his face was red as ever due to a mixture of the feeling of his cock being balls deep inside of you and exhaustion. Or how he let his fingers rub at your clit to send the most dangerous electric shock down your spine. 

“I’m about to come.” Your words tumbled out like a broken record. 

Before capturing your lips onto his—Choso says, “That’s what I want.” 

And with those words cursing your lips, you felt like you were on cloud nine. The enthusiastic feeling felt like you were tugging a rubberband back and letting it snap back into its rightful shape. The lower half of your body felt like it went through a slight shock as Choso fucked you through your orgasm. In your mind, you were screaming for him to just come inside you. But you knew that could have just been the bliss of the moment. As if he read your mind, he’s pulling just as his face scrunched up in pleasure. His cock twitches in anticipation as thick ropes of cum begin oozing out, decorating your tummy. The only thing you could do was admire the sight of Choso coming down from the fleeting feeling of busting a nut. 

Just like that, your relationship with Choso blossomed when his body collapsed next to yours, and the only thing that you could hear was your loud thoughts about a mere promise you made two years ago. But you knew that the only thing that mattered right now was the fact that Choso was happy. 

The autumn leaves crunched under your shoes as you walked around the cemetery. You grew accustomed to visiting here once every month since you managed to start the progress of that promise you made to him. When you finally found the tombstone you were looking for, you could tell that someone had stopped by possibly a day before you. Bright red tulips were next to his picture to replace the ones you put out a week ago. Placing the flowers down before kneeling to pay your respect, you smiled brightly before speaking. Quite odd to be talking to a tombstone, but you were sure he could hear you somewhere. 

You placed the flowers on the grave as you kneeled to show your respect. You smiled brightly before speaking to the tombstone that sat in front of you. It was wonderful to see that the gifts and flowers that were around still looked fresh. You assumed someone else most likely was here before you. 

“Hey, Itadori, it’s me. Y/N. I just wanted to update you on the promise I made to you.” You let out a sigh, realizing that you had lied to Choso.

You fed him some story about moving here to Japan after exploring the world, despite you technically already being familiarized with Japan. You’ve witnessed it all before deciding to leave the sorcerer world behind for good. Granted, it sat heavy in your heart, and you felt like a coward not helping in the gruesome war of taking down Kenjaku and Sukuna. But you had to put yourself first, which you wanted many of your friends to do. 

“Choso is doing well, just like you said he would. He’s okay, and he’ll be fine. You don’t have to worry about him, Itadori. He’s adjusted to the human world quite well. He no longer feels like a curse but a human. ” 

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[sunbeamah]

If you don't mind me asking, can I ask your top 5 (or top 3) favorite characters from JJK? And why you loved them? And your top 5 favorite moments from the series? Sorry if you've answered this question before....Thanks....

I don't mind you asking at all!! Actually I'm very glad you asked! :) I love talking about jjk and I think I've annoyed everyone I talk to irl far too much about it at this point!

Oh and please put your top 5 favourite characters and scenes in the replies!! (That goes for anyone reading this as well-- I'm curious to see what everyone's is!)

MANGA SPOILERS (UP TO 255) BENEATH THE CUT!! (ALSO IT'S LONG AS HELL UNDER THERE!)

My favourite characters (you can all probably guess but I'm going to list them anyway!!)

Choso

Chances are, if a character is an eldest brother and has dark hair and eyes, he'll be my favourite! Dick Grayson, Uchiha Itachi, Portgas D Ace, Iida Tensei (favourite male chara based on vibe alone haha), Kamado Tanjirou, Mori ohshc (it's old ik ik but I was in love w him!).

But beyond that, I just adore Choso. His devotion to his brothers, his awesome use of blood manip, how intense he is and how tired he looks-- he's awesome!

2. Yuuji

Again completely unsurprising! I also tend to go for upbeat, spunky and happy characters as my favourites. He goes through so much, but still manages to maintain an iron resolve and hold onto others, and to create and protect special bonds with others. I truly admire this about his character-- and I hope he gets the happiness he deserves. If not, I'm always willing to write it for him hehe.

3. Maki

Maki is so cool to me, I enjoyed the chapter with her and that sumo guy so so much-- imo he was her first real mentor! (Sorry Gojo!) I love how relentlessly strong she is, how tough she's had to become and how, no matter what was happening, she held onto her own resolve. Everything she did being for Mai absolutely stole my heart.

4. Nobara

Nobara saying she "only has so many chairs for people in [her] life", vs seeing just how many chairs were there, waiting for her to find special people to fill them absolutely broke me when I saw it animated. I was legit crying. I love how assertive and aggressive she is, and how she's still a very sentimental and protective person. Her admiring Maki was so cute, I could never let those scenes go!

5. Sukuna

I have to give it to him, he's a great villain. I was skeptical about this at first-- I love Nanamin and Gojo and Miguel and Yuki and so many others so much! -- but looking through the screenshots of the manga I have, 70% of it is Sukuna. He's very attractive, so relentlessly evil and just so strong, too.

Now for my favourite scenes!! Sorry if this is way too much to read!

Red Scale

The entire episode. I've rewatched it so many times and screamed at all the same parts. I love the fighting, the animation, blood manipulation coming in clutch, the memories that don't exist-- everything! It's just such a fun episode to watch! And on top of that they're my two faves, of course I love it!!

2. Higuruma Hiromi saying "let's have a retrial"

Listen-- I don't know why, but something about that panel is SO attractive to me. I was screaming at his later scenes (I wanted Sukuna's head on a pike and his ass on the executioner's blade), but that early shot of him just refuses to leave my mind.

3. Maki sumoing with Miyo

IMO he was her first proper mentor, and I love the growth that we see in her, and the insight into her mental state since losing Mai. My heart broke for her in that scene, so getting to see something more personal of her, how she struggled with everything that had happened to her and all her responsibilities, and how she was able to overcome it by focusing on the present, on what she could and could not see-- rather than everything she had to do.

4. Yuuji, Nobara and Megumi going crazy at the end of s1

I will never get Megumi's crazy smile and laughter out of my head-- he let LOOSE!

Nobara's "game of chicken" had me giggling like mad, yelling at the screen, cheering, everything!

Yuuji and Nobara's black flashes cemented this scene pack for me-- I just love it! Their powerups, their growth in this short period and their teamwork! I love to see it hehe.

5. Todo's locket opening to reveal Yuuji and Takada-chan

Todo is so genuinely special to me. I have never seen a more delusional character, and I don't think I ever will. I've loved him since he asked Megumi what his type of woman is, and every time he's on screen I can't help but laugh. This scene in particular made me cry with laughter-- the whole episode I was clapping and cheering, mimicking his poses, texting incomprehensible messages to my friends. Todo is everything man.

[a-chinese-doll]

A Comedy of Misplaced Affection

Chapter 4: Lesson 3

Warning: Spoiler from Manga

"What kind of woman do you like?" Yuki Tsukumo asks, her finger playfully jabbing at Choso, causing her generous curves to sway enticingly with the motion.

The half-cursed spirit stares at her, clearly bewildered.

"What the hell?" you blurt out, interrupting the moment.

Back to the previous day to understand what is going on...

A couple of days had passed since the night at the Shibuya Hotel, and the three of you had been extremely busy clearing the area of the remaining curses. Fortunately, there were only a few left, and your task was nearing completion.

To your great surprise, after your "second lesson," Choso had begun to behave more affectionately towards you, almost clingy. It wasn't uncommon for him, during moments of calm, to pull you onto his lap and hug you, burying his face in the crook of your neck and praising how good you smelled. He would also approach you to kiss your lips or forehead, and when Yuuji wasn' t around, he would hold you passionately and give you deeper, more intense kisses.

It was the first time someone had treated you this way, and the first time Choso had someone other than his brothers to care for and direct his attention toward. Under normal circumstances, he would have spoiled you and given you everything you desired. But amid chaos, he still tried to give you his all, which, despite its simplicity, was everything you could have wished for.

That afternoon, you had taken a solo stroll through the devastated urban area of Shibuya, leaving Yuuji and him alone.

 “And this is how you eat a woman out” Yuuji-sensei finishes his lesson, waving his phone under Choso' s nose with a porn movie playing on the screen, while they are seated on the stairs of a building.

For nearly an hour, they' ve been watching short videos exploring every possible way to please a woman.

Choso, satisfied with the lesson' s content, nods at his younger brother, his thoughts already racing about when he can apply everything to you.

“This is all I can tell you,” Yuuji declares with a smile. “It' s really strange to see someone as aloof as you being so clingy with Y/n. The change has been abrupt… Did something happen while we were at the hotel?” Yuuji gives his older brother a playful elbow jab.

Choso blushes. “Something like that…” he says, rubbing the back of his neck in embarrassment “…and I' m not clingy”.

“Well, I won' t pry, but… whatever it is, treat her well. She' s a girl who deserves a lot!” Yuuji adds. Choso nods awkwardly.

While they were chatting, they didn' t notice that a figure was approaching.

“What are you guys doing?” you suddenly ask, sneaking up behind them.

The two boys panic, with the porn still playing on the phone' s screen.

“Nothing, nothing,” Yuuji exclaims, waving his hands. Choso jumps up to meet you, but just then, Yuuji' s earbuds run out of battery, and the Bluetooth function fails, causing the phone to play the video on speaker. The deserted streets echo with an erotic “Yamete!” followed by strange sounds of pleasure and moaning.

For a moment, all three of you are silent. Yuuji, clearly flustered, presses every button on his phone to silence it, except for the one he actually needs—the volume.

“Ah… so you were watching porn?” you ask mischievously.

The boy tries to deny the obvious, and Choso defensively responds, “We were just… learning!” he exclaims.

“Learning?” you ask, amused, while raising your eyebrow.

“Yes, just learning. I obviously have eyes only for you,” Choso whines, preoccupied that you might be angry, even though you' re clearly amused by his response.

“Ah, so you weren' t looking at other girls'  boobs?” you tease.

“No, absolutely not. I only look at yours. The most beautiful, the only ones I would touch, and I' d stay close to day and night if I could,” Choso states. You burst into loud laughter. Meanwhile, Yuuji watches the scene, perplexed.

Can anyone be so direct… especially in front of his “younger brother”?

“Choso, I' m joking. There' s nothing wrong with watching that kind of movies, and besides, Yuuji' s a teenager; it' s all normal,” you say.

“Anyway, I'm sorry…I just wanted to learn how to eat you out” he confesses, utterly shameless. His statement is enough to make your eyes roll back. You can' t help but take a deep breath, exhaling through your nose like a snorting horse.

You give Yuuji a warning look. All these terms Choso is learning come from his lessons on women and relationships. Not that it bothers you that he's later eager to "practice with you," but a pure and naive mind like his shouldn't be filled with such improper concepts. Itadori gives you an embarrassed smile in retour.

“Choso… these things… shouldn' t be shouted in public. They' re things you don' t say at all, it's not socially appropriate you know…” you scold him as if you' re reprimanding a child.

“I' m sorry,” he replies with a mortified look. “But it' s true; I wasn' t watching those videos for… the videos themselves… but for you,” he justifies.

“Come on, really, it' s not a big deal. Don' t be so embarrassed,” you reassure him. “And you can look at other girls too; you' re not my boyfriend after all” you say, emphasizing that there isn' t a clear label between you two, big mistake.

“Ouch,” Yuuji exclaims, highlighting how your statement, even though meant as a joke, is a heavy blow.

Choso' s face momentarily falls at your declaration, a hurt expression quickly replacing his usual calm appearance. Something snaps within him, and his eyes darken with disappointment. Without a word, he steps closer, his usual submissive nature giving way to a sudden, unexpected dominance. He grabs your wrist with a firm grip and pulls you towards the wall, the intensity in his gaze making it clear that he' s no longer in the mood for playful banter.

“What do you mean by THAT?” he demands, his voice low and charged with emotion. There' s a sharp edge to his tone, a stark contrast to his typical gentle demeanor.

You blush deeply, your words stumbling out in a stammer. “I—I didn' t mean it like that. I just…”

You stop, silenced by his admonitory expression. He watches you mutely, his imposing aura, crushing on you. “Tsk” is the only sound he utters, but it leaves no room for ambiguity. His gaze holds you captive, making it clear that he expects an explanation. You struggle to find the right words, your heart pounding as you try to convey your feelings without adding to the confusion. “I just… I didn' t mean to dismiss what we have,” you finally manage to say, your voice trembling. “I was just trying to explain…”

He remains unmoved, his eyes never leaving yours. The intensity of his stare showing that this is not something he will let slide easily. “Explain what?” he asks, his tone still low but with an edge of frustration. “Explain why you made it sound like our relationship doesn' t matter?”

Choso releases your wrist and turns his back to you walking away, giving you space to gather your thoughts. “What was that?” you ask, baffled at what you think is an exaggerated reaction, but Choso doesn’t respond. His silence leaves you even more confused, and you glance over at Itadori with a look of bewilderment that says, What the hell is happening?

Yuuji shrugs, touching the back of his neck, as he watches his older brother, clearly furious, walk away, almost holding his breath. You quicken your pace to catch up with him. "Hey, what's with you all of a sudden... I didn' t want to say something to bother you!" Before you can grab his sleeve, Yuuji claps his hands behind you.

Two massive curses leap out of the water under the bridge you're walking on.

Was this perhaps a diversion to keep you from arguing?

The confrontation is inevitable.

"Yuuji, what the hell were you thinking? Have you attracted the attention of the curses? " you ask angrily.

"Fight and don't argue. Ganbatte," he replies playfully.

Contrary to expectations, the battle concludes quite quickly, but neither of you had anticipated that you would soon have to face two major figures in the world of sorcery: Naoya Zenin, looking for Megumi, and Yuuta Okkotsu, tasked with hunting down Yuuji.

*-*-*-*-*-*-SPOILER *-*-*-*-*-*-

You were already familiar with Yuuta, although you had never had direct contact with him; Gojo had spoken of him often. Aware of the gravity of the situation, you decide to follow Yuuji to assist him in the fight. "Choso, I'll leave this other individual to you," you shout as you chase after Yuuta and Yuuji. Choso engages in a close-quarters battle with Naoya, emerging semi-conscious but alive. Fortunately, Yuuta's intention was not to kill Yuuji but to protect him, as he explains, since Yuuji is "dear to people he cares about." As you all sit around a fire, you sense that, with Geto' s disappearance and the ensuing chaos, the situation is gradually evolving, and from there, you would soon have the revelation of the twisted plan behind the Culling Games.

It is the decision made around the bonfire after that discussion that night, that brings you back to the starting point at Tengen-sama’s palace, in the presence of Megumi Fushiguro, Yuuta and the special grade sorcerer Tsukumo Yuki.

"What kind of woman do you like?" Yuki Tsukumo asks, her finger playfully jabbing at Choso, causing her generous curves to sway enticingly with the motion.

The half-cursed spirit stares at her, clearly bewildered.

"What the hell?" you blurt out, interrupting the moment.

You turn to Yuki, grabbing her finger and lowering her hand with a firm grip. Her expression shows clear annoyance at your action.

"He's not on the market, sweetheart!" you snap, your nostrils flaring. "Having those big tits and a great body doesn't give you the right to flirt with everyone," you add, crossing your arms over your chest.

Your reaction perplexes everyone present, and Yuuji chuckles to himself

"Oh, forgive me, is he your boyfriend?" Yuki teases.

"Well..." you start to explain, but Choso interferes.

Seriously, he never talks, and now he decides to speak?

"She says I AM NOT" he cuts in abruptly.

Yuki, swinging her long blonde locks under your nose, wraps her arm around Choso's and repeats her question with a flirtatiously tone, "What kind of woman do you like?" as she pulls him away from you towards the palace entrance. Despite his impassive expression, Choso seems to play along.

“Bitch” You follow them, cursing under your breath. "I swear I' ll crush that little head of yours with my delicate hands..."

After encountering the Master Tengen, learning about the situation, and getting a grasp on Geto's plans, it's requested that two members of your group stay behind to guard the place.

Your jaw drops when you hear both Choso and Yuki declaring their availability to stay there.

"No way, no way, no way," you interject, waving your hands between them. “I won't leave this witch alone with him! We’re staying here as a trio," you yell, shooting a murderous glare at Tsukumo, who looks at you amused.

*-*-*-*-*-*-END OF SPOILER *-*-*-*-*-*-

Yuuji, Megumi and Yuuta’s departure marks the turning point for you. With them gone, you're now confined to Tengen's palace as a bodyguard. You are now stuck in a small tearoom, once again alone with Choso, who seems intent on ignoring you. Tsukumo and Tengen are outside, discussing future events.

"Are you really playing along with her?" you ask Choso sharply, bringing a cup to your lips and sipping some tea, your mind still focused on what happened outside the entrance.

He pays no attention.

"HEY...Where did the affectionate Onii-chan I'm used to go?" you ask, your tone interrogative.

Choso pretends not to hear you once again, letting out a low growl as he crosses his arms and closes his eyes, turning his face to the opposite side.

"Choso!" you shout, " Why are you acting like this? It's been two days now! If it's because of what I said... I was just joking... or rather, it's not like we are..." your voice trails off, uncertain.

Choso's eyes snap open as he leans toward you, slamming his hands on the squared table placed in the center of the room. "Well, I don' t want you joking about these things! Bonds are important to me, nothing to make light of. "

"But... I didn' t think it would..." you try to defend yourself.

He interrupts you sharply. "I would never look at other women, EVER!" His gaze is fixed on you, intense. His eyes reveal pure sincerity before his brow furrows slightly. "Just as I don' t want you looking at other men."

You gasp at his words, your heart skipping a beat. Your mind races as the seriousness of his declaration sinks in. 

"What am I supposed to think if you tell me that I can look at other girls, that you can also look at other guys?!” he asks frustrated “I want your thoughts to be ON ME alone... and I don' t want there to even be the faintest possibility that you' d think about anyone else," he confesses, revealing the reason behind his recent behavior.

You let out a deep sigh. "Choso... I didn't mean to hurt you..." you try to explain.

"I don't care about the labels that define our bond, neither... but the dismissive way you referred to ME the other day, regarding what I am to you..." his words come out as a whisper, the voice trembling.

"I understand... I'll be more careful with my words next time," you reply, lowering your gaze.

Choso reaches out, placing his hand on your chin, lifting your face so you have no choice but to look at him. There' s an assertiveness and dominance in his eyes that you've never seen before.

"On paper, I might not be your boyfriend, but my feelings likely go beyond that fleeting and material concept your society has created, and this is why I want you to think about me all the time, the way I think about you," he leans closer. You quiver under his touch, your heart pounding in your chest while you listen to his words "I' d do anything for you, anything, and all these emotions I can't quite understand... I feel them because of you. It's thanks to you that I feel almost fully human."

Your breath catches in your throat, and an inexplicable warmth floods your chest, your heart racing faster. You can barely process what he just said. "I didn' t realize..." you murmur, your cheeks flushing. You search his face for any sign of hesitation, but all you see is raw sincerity.

"I like you so much it almost hurts," he continues, his voice low and genuine. "And even though I'm not great with words, my actions show it—the way I act when I'm with you... I like you so much... that I feel ridiculous, even right now..."

He pauses, taking a deep breath. "I feel ridiculous because...I can' t help but think about you, imagining us together... I can' t avoid thinking about what I can do to make you happy. Until recently, I was completely unfamiliar with what it meant to have intimacy with someone, but now I can' t help but crave it... I can' t help but think I want to give you pleasure, and I want to give it to you always... even now..." he drags his words.

The air between you feels electric, giving you goosebumps.

" I want to eat you out… until the only thing on your mind is me—me and only me," his words are nearly a whisper. “These are the lingering thoughts I've had over the last two days, even while I was angry with you”.

Choso, is that really you? Is this some rehearsal from a video you watched with Yuuji? Because your acting is impeccable.

Although his confession is thrilling and almost gets you wet instantly, you try to stay rational. Thoughts swirl in your head, battling the intense desire his words ignite within you. You swallow hard, forcing yourself to take a steadying breath.

"What?! No, no, no, what are you talking about? We're in Tengen' s palace, things like that are not allowed here!" your words come out in panic, trying to make him understand the impossibility of fulfilling what he' s declared.

Choso' s gaze is intense, possessive, though almost pleading "But I need it... right now..."

You swallow hard. "I...I..." Your voice falters, incapable of forming a complete sentence.

Choso' s hand slides from your chin to your arm, pulling you toward him as he kisses you passionately.

"Please..." he adds, his voice dripping with desperation. "You' re an obsession for me... and the only way to put an end to these obsessive thoughts is to give in to them..."

My god, how can you resist those eyes... and how can you resist his begging voice?

"Ah... I... I guess... you' ve already gotten some explanations on how to do it?" you give in, embarrassed, covering your face with your hand.

"I'll do my best," he grins, guiding you down onto the tatami mat and helping you sit.

"This is the first time you're seeing me completely naked," you breathe softly.

"I know... and you have no idea how much I've wanted this. I' m sure you'll be the most beautiful sight nature has ever created," he replies.

You blush at his comment, sliding gently onto your elbows and stretching toward him.

"I don' t think we' re going to get anywhere if you don' t at least take off your lower clothes," he teases.

Do you really think you can tease me? It will take you years of practice to reach my level.

You nod, meeting his daring gaze. "Would you do it for me?" Your proposal shifts the dynamics completely.

Choso' s face flushes bright red, his throat drying up, his earlier assertiveness slowly melting into uncertainty and shyness.

“Did I say something wrong?” you ask, grinning as you notice his reaction.

"I... I... okay," he stammers, his voice wavering with embarrassment.

With trembling hands, he touches the waistband of your pants, staring at it as his breathing becomes heavier. He looks up at you, silently asking for further permission and meeting your smile of approval.

He grabs the edge of your garment, slowly sliding it down your legs and carefully placing it beside him.

"My God..." is the only thing he can mumble as his eyes land on your lingerie. His body reacts instantly, hardening at the sight.

"Well... you should take that off too," you say, pointing at your underware with a smirk.

Choso nods, his awkwardness clearly taking over once again. Grabbing the thin fabric, he pulls it down hesitantly, anticipation written all over his face. The lingerie slides down your legs, leaving you fully exposed to his gaze.

His breath catches in his throat as his eyes lock onto the sight in front of him, wide in awe and disbelief. For a moment, it's as if time stops—he doesn' t even blink, too entranced to look away. His hands tremble, unsure of what to do next, while his chest rises and falls noticeably as he tries to steady his breathing. The intensity of the moment almost overwhelms him. His pupils dilate, and a sharp breath escapes his lips as he stares, speechless, his gaze lingering on every detail as if witnessing something sacred.

You chuckle softly, breaking the tension. "Choso, are you okay?"

"Yes..." he replies after a bit, still breathless, "That' s so...cute."

You giggle at his definition.

Cute was the last word you would' ve used to describe a pussy in such a moment, but it was probably the only thing that came to his mind as his brain struggled to process the situation.

"Can I?" he asks tentatively, slowly reaching his fingers toward your most intimate area and leaning forward.

"Of course," you reply, reassuring him. "Do you need any... guidance?"

Choso nods. "Well... maybe…"

You lift yourself, gently taking his hand and guiding it toward your folds. "See, you can touch me here, rub gently... you can even slip a finger inside... or two... or three, depending..." You blush as you say this, "It all depends on how wet I am."

And from the way your cunt is already glistening, it’s obvious that three fingers would slip in easily.

"This is the spot where I'm most sensitive," you confess, pointing to your clitoris. "If you massage it... touch it... it brings me a lot of pleasure."

Choso places one hands on your knee, his gaze fixed intently on the way you guide his other hand over your intimate areas. He can’t hold back the words any longer, his voice low and filled with desire.

"I want to bury my face in that," he blurts out.

You gasp at his sudden eagerness. "...Well... yes, you can use your tongue too," you reply, feeling your heart race at the thought. “I suppose you saw that kind of video too…”

He gradually moves closer to your folds, sliding a finger along your upper and lower labia. He presses his thumb on your clitoris, earning a soft moan from you.

He looks at you again, mesmerized by the sound that just escaped your lips. Encouraged by such celestial music, he gently presses and rub his thumb again, causing you to tremble and moan once more. You can' t help but slide down onto your elbows again, feeling yourself submit to his touch. He watches you crumble beneath him, experiencing for the first time this kind of dominance over you—and he likes it.

His erection hardens even more, and he instinctively reaches down with his other hand to adjust himself, as the pressure is beginning to cause discomfort.

Watching you breathe in ragged gasps, Choso makes the bold decision to devour you. He lifts your legs, parting them with a tender touch, and positions himself between them. His breath warms your sensitive skin as he starts to explore with soft, deliberate kisses. He trails his lips and tongue along your inner thighs, savoring the scent and taste of your arousal. When he finally reaches your pussy, he begins to work with a rhythm that' s alternates between gentle and rough, his tongue flicking and teasing in an intricate dance. Being his first time, he struggles to perfectly target your most sensitive spot, but his eagerness and determination are evident. He adjusts his movements, trying to find the right pace, his focus solely on bringing you pleasure. His actions are guided by your reactions, each sound and shift inspiring him to continue with greater focus, becoming increasingly more purposeful. He alternates between slow, languid strokes and more urgent, insistent movements, ensuring every touch brings you closer to the edge of bliss.

Listening to your previous words, he tries to insert his index finger into your wet folds. The finger slides in immediately, so he adds his middle finger as well. Feeling your body contract and tremble, he slows down for a moment, looking at his fingers coated in your juices, and then turns his gaze toward you.

"How are you feeling?" he asks softly.

"You... you're doing really well... please... add the third one," you gasp blissfully.

He obeys without hesitation, sliding his ring finger in alongside the others. At the same time, he buries his head between your legs again, his tongue zeroing in on your clitoris with focused intensity.

The combination of his tongue on your clit and his fingers inside you makes you tremble uncontrollably. Your elbows give way, and with a soft thud, you collapse onto the tatami. The sensations are overwhelming, the pressure he's applying makes you ecstatic, your fluids spilling out in copious amounts.  

Choso pulls back for a moment, analyzing the situation. Though he's not accustomed to a woman's reactions to pleasure, he understands one thing clearly—your cunt is dripping, and you're squirting for him. Something primal ignites within him. Without hesitation, he dives back in, lapping up every drop of your fluids as if savoring a forbidden delicacy.

"My god... I don’t think I' ll ever eat anything that isn' t you again," he declares, the possessiveness in his voice making you shiver, as you start to thrust your hips against his mouth, tangling your fingers in his hair.

"Do that directly on my tongue, please," he demands, a desperate, pleading undertone to his request.

He thrusts his fingers back inside you, sending another wave of pleasure through your body. You try to muffle your moans with your hand, but Choso is not having it.

"Moan for me," he insists, his voice low and intense. "I want to hear you scream for me."

You' re hesitant—knowing that Tsukumo and Tengen could return any moment makes you reluctant to let your voice out.

Choso grabs your free hand, intertwining his fingers with yours in an attempt to stop you from covering your mouth, as if trying to feel every tremor in your body and hear every moan you make.

"Choso, no," you plead breathlessly, pulling your hand from his hair to cover your lips, but he reaches out for it as well, going on in his ministrations, relentlessly stimulating you with his tongue.

"I' m coming again," you gasp, your uncontrollable whimpers coming out from your lips. "Oh, Choso..." You can’t hold back the overwhelming urge to scream his name.

He braces himself, ready to welcome another wave of your delight, your fluids spilling all over his tongue. He licks you clean, savoring every drop until his own body betrays him. His cock hardens to the point of unbearable tension, and without even touching himself, he cums inside his boxers with a sensual growl, completely lost in the heat of the moment.

However he doesn' t falter, and once he reaches his climax, he rises to his knees, pulling you up with him while grabbing you by your legs. Your lower body is now suspended in the air while he continues his relentless assault on your clit. Your shirt slips, revealing your embroidered bra in plain sight.

You desperately try to grab onto something, but the only thing beneath your fingers is the tatami. You tense your shoulders, doing your best to support the weight of your body, even though Choso lifts you with an incredible ease.

He slides his tongue deeper into your pussy, swirling inside it and brushing the tip of your clit with his nose. Then, withdrawing his tongue, he travels back up your lips until he reaches your clit again.

"Please, there," you beg when his tongue flicks over your sensitive spot.

An intense pleasure builds deep in your lower abdomen. "Choso, I'm so close," you pant, your moans growing louder as your body tenses, as if a surge of electricity is running through you.

Perceiving you trembling, he lowers you back onto the tatami, allowing to wrap your legs tightly around his head. His face is pressed firmly against your drenched core as he continues licking, determined to bring you to your peak.

You let out a scream, your body shaking uncontrollably, the pleasure coursing through you like an unstoppable wave. Your moans echo in the room as you try to muffle them by biting down on your lip, but the intensity of the sensation makes it impossible to hold back completely.

Your orgasm, flowing out in thicker, whiter streams, continues to coat Choso's tongue. He savors every drop of your milky juices as if he's never tasted anything like it. You are sweet and intoxicating—an experience unlike anything he's ever known.

As you lay there, enveloped in the warm haze of pleasure, he pulls away from your legs, almost regretfully, rising to his knees again to watch your figure sprawled out on the tatami mat. You're panting, tears streaming down your face as you struggle to catch your breath, your messy hair partially covering your face, and your bra exposed.

"You taste even better than I thought," he pants, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

The sight of you, helpless and blissful, surrendering to his dominance—in such stark contrast to your usual boldness—is for him an entrancing revelation. For a moment, he's unsure how to react, unaccustomed to such dynamics. On one hand, seeing you so vulnerable and at his mercy gives him a sense of control he never knew he craved. But then, snapping back to reality, he rushes toward you, his hands bracing on either side of your head as he asks, amost worried, "Are you okay?!" fearing he might have done something wrong.

You open your eyes to find him just inches away, his expression tense and concerned. You reach up and gently caress his cheek.

"I'm fine... I've never felt better," you reassure with a tender smile.

His tense expression softens as he hears your words, he exhales deeply, his shoulders relaxing. The intensity in his eyes shifts to a softer, more affectionate gaze, and he leans into your touch, kissing your hand. "I'm glad," he murmurs, voice filled with tenderness and lingering awe.

You cup his face with both hands, then gently push his strands of hair back. "Thank you... Onii-chan," you say, looking into his eyes. "Please, don' t be angry with me ever again."

He lets out a light, relieved chuckle, the tension of the previous day completely disappearing as he responds, "I won' t, I promise."

For the other chapters:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

[cursedvibes]

Yuki for character bingo 💫

Thanks! You really know what to ask to get a lot of opinions out of me... :'D

Initially, I was more interested in her for her world view and how it clashes with Kenjaku's. There was also the intrigue of her being a special grade and her beef with Tengen. Lots to think about, although I wouldn't say she was one of my faves. Her being revealed to have been a Star Plasma Vessel, her CT, her study of the soul, we got so many interesting titbits in the fight against Kenjaku, but they were just all barely elaborated. I'm sure we will at least find out more about her research, but hearing it second-hand isn't quite as impactful. I like her fight against Kenjaku, but it was also so disappointing in so many ways because we only got little hints at character relations and nothing more. No exploration of the real difference between her goals and Kenjaku's or even a more thorough explanation of how she even wants to achieve a world without CE. There was also only a little bit of her feelings about Tengen and how fighting for her might affect them. Even her relationship with Choso, which ended up taking quite a lot of space felt very rushed. She just talks about how hot he is and how she likes sweaty, muddy men and he cries in front of her once, somehow motivating her to sacrifice her life for him. If that bar flashback was placed a little earlier or later I wouldn't mind it that much, but seeing it right before her death leaves a bad taste behind. Still remember that I was very convinces she couldn't die there because there were still so many open questions and she would be far more useful in the future than Choso. Even if Choso somehow didn't die, I thought they would be forced to evacuate or Tengen would give herself up before that, but nope.

The fact that she died isn't really a problem, it was a battle with ideals against Kenjaku and Kenjaku won, not to mention that Gravity/Anti-Gravity System matches her CT very well (I also don't think it was an asspull, Kenjaku has been using that CT for a while and we knew CT reversal exist) in a thematic sense as well. It's just how it was executed and how rushed it was that's bothering me.

[wolke17]

honestly, the takaken moments were the silver lining in this tragedy :D I think, if he rly wanted to, gege could have made yuki and choso jump them after pinchan’s little date instead of yuta. but whatever I guess.

kenjaku's death is still one of the things that don't sit well with me. I mean, I get that they couldn’t possibly win in the end, however I would have preferred if they were defeated by yuki (and choso in assistance) instead, especially because they actually already lost that fight if we’re being honest.

it’s just frustrating, because it’s evident that gege wanted gojo's students to be the ones defeating the main villains and yuta to obtain kenjaku's CT, which is all the more tragic because yuta barely did anything with it? plus, yuta didn’t even have any connection with kenjaku, unlike yuki who had an ideology beef with them and choso, who had plenty reasons to kill them. idk, it just feels messy and forced to me.

[c-chickens]

Let's Predict: Who Will Take Itadori's Side?

(Spoilers for chapter 137 ahead!!!)

The Shibuya Arc is finally wrapping up and we are transitioning into a new arc that is looking to be just as stressful as the previous arc. Yuta has now been tasked with executing Itadori and he seems keen on going through with it (though there is speculation that he's just saying that to save face). We have no idea of the whereabouts or status of most of the characters, so it's currently unclear how much time has passed or how much everybody else knows abt the situation in Shibuya. And depending on how Gege intends on playing this out, it could be a while until we see the status of our main characters. … Waiting games suck ass. So I say why not make myself look like an idiot and make predictions on who will side with Itadori that are likely wrong in order to pass the time :D ?

This will be split into three groups: "Yea", which will be for Itadori, "Nay”, which will be against Itadori, and “Undecided”. I'll then list the characters along with my reasoning. 

YEA:

Megumi Fushiguro

Do I rlly have to explain this one? I mean, if you’ve been paying attention it is very clear that Fushiguro cares deeply for Itadori. His whole shtick is “If you die, I’ll kill you”, so next to siding with Itadori it’s plausible that he could also end up fighting Yuta (or whoever tf threatens Itadori) in order to protect him. I think that while Fushiguro’s feelings on what Itadori did would be complicated, it wouldn’t suddenly make him want to abandon Itadori. Their bond goes much much deeper than that. 

Nobara Kugisaki (assuming she’s alive)

Next to Fushiguro, Nobara knows Itadori the most and therefore knows that Itadori isn’t just some murderer who would let this happen voluntarily. She trusts him and cares for him, I don’t think she would just up and leave him at this stage. 

Masamichi Yaga

Yaga doesn’t seem the type to just immediately give up, he seems like a stubborn dude. And so with his ass being thrown under the bus by the higher ups, I think he’ll double-down on keeping Itadori alive rather than go against him now that Gojo’s gone. 

Panda

Kind of a reach here, but I just think that Panda has made a clear distinction between Itadori and Sukuna, and doesn’t view what Sukuna did as Itadori’s fault. 

Aoi Todo

They’re brothers, what more has to be said? Even after Itadori exposed himself and his actions to Todo during the fight with Mahito, Todo raised him up and stayed by his side. Ain’t no way he’s gonna up and abandon him now. (Same goes for Choso, but it’s unclear what’s going to be done with him)

Yuki Tsukumo

I can’t really explain it, just a gut feeling. Based off what we’ve seen of her so far, I just don’t think she would want Itadori dead. 

NAY:

Atsuya Kusakabe

Mans made it 100% clear to Panda in an earlier chapter that he had no intention of siding with Itadori and stated that he wants him to executed. 

Yoshinobu Gakuganji

Gakuganji literally wanted Itadori dead during the Goodwill Event Arc. And while Yaga and Gojo were able to quell that temporarily during the baseball game, I think the events of the Shibuya Incident give him the perfect reason to advocate for Itadori’s death again.

Mai Zenin

I honestly don’t think she likes Itadori in the first place. Plus before the Goodwill Event she was all like “Aww aren’t you glad Itadori is dead?” to Nobara and Fushiguro and I don’t remember her ever going against that or having a reflection about it like Kamo did so there’s that. 

Momo Nishimiya

I think that Momo looks up to Mai a lot and tends to follow in her footsteps. So if Mai’s against Itadori, Momo probably would be too. 

Mei Mei

Mei Mei’s whole thing is finding “service potential” in others which is just the future benefits that an asset/person are expected to bring. So with that paired with how things have been hinted to be going economy-wise and assuming that she doesn’t see any benefit to keeping Itadori around, she’ll probably go against him. 

Naobito Zenin (assuming he’s alive)

I’m not completely 100% on this one, a lot of it is just the vibe he gives off. Plus I feel that since he wanted Gojo to fall and was glad that he got sealed he’s also fine with Itadori being killed too. He’s one of the higher ups that Gojo was actively fighting against, same goes for Gakuganji. 

UNDECIDED:

Noritoshi Kamo

He’s already had his lil mini arc of going from wanting Itadori dead to accepting him as a human being who’s seperate from Sukuna. However, I don’t think he’d be so quick to immediately side with Itadori. He’d probably be a lot more conflicted. 

Maki Zenin (assuming she’s alive)

This one was so hard to place!! But I put her here because I believe there’s going to be a tug o war between who to align with, Yuta or Itadori. So, assuming that she’s alive, I think this will be a hard choice for her. 

Shoko Ieiri

I just don’t think she gives a fuck tbh,,, whatever happens, happens, that’s the vibe she gives off. 

Toge Inumaki

I don’t think we know enough abt him for me to make that call. But it will be interesting to see if we do get a bit of his perspective on things, seeing as though Yuta’s reasoning for wanting to kill Itadori is for Inumaki’s sake. 

Utahime Iori

I don’t know enough about her to make a definite call, so she’ll stay in undecided.

Kasumi Miwa

I don’t think she has any strong opinions on Itadori. Like she didn’t want to kill him during the Goodwill Event, but I don’t think that means she doesn’t perceive him as a threat, especially after what happened. So I think she’ll try to stay on the sidelines for this. 

Takuma Ino

Don’t know enough again, plus I feel that he’ll be more focused on Nanami’s death than anything else :(

Closing Thoughts:

Even though I’m pretty confident in a lot of my guesses in this list, I could honestly see it going in the other direction too! And with Gege’s constant subversion of expectations I expect my predictions to fall flat like a pancake lmao. But I think that’s part of the joy I get from Jujutsu Kaisen: I love seeing my theories and predictions torn to shreds because Gege always comes up with something even more exciting than whatever I had in mind. So! With that being said, I’m greatly looking forward to what happens next.