#loser choso my beloved

[nightvi3w]

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feat. uni classmate!choso kamo x afab!reader. wc. 3.1k cw. mdni. includes dry humping, whiny loser choso, reader is a menace. not proofread because i can't stand this being a wip anymore. any and every interaction is much appreciated. ✨️

classmate!choso, who's always been your closest friend, even though he acts as if you annoy him just by smiling in his direction.

classmate!choso, who's the kindest soul you've ever met, sharing his warmth when it's cold by letting you wrap around his body, in skinship that feels as natural as breathing.

classmate!choso, who sometimes gets riled up when you take your skinship just a tad bit too far, when your legs over his lap get too close to his crotch. or when your face is too close to his delightfully warm neck, your cold breath tickling him, and testing his patience.

classmate!choso, who just takes deep breaths when you jump into his arms, wrapping your own around his shoulders. sometimes, your neediness was adorable. sometimes, it got on his nerves. did you understand what your actions provoked in him?

classmate!choso, who just lets you plan study sessions and movie afternoons with other of your close friends, playing hard to get, even though he fights the smile that creeps its way into his lips when you pout and grab his arm, trying to get him to surrender.

classmate!choso, who has to let his room be raided by a bunch of rowdy kids who don't want to study, but rather spend time laying around in the floor, in front of the TV, watching some god-forsaken anime.

classmate!choso, whose heart skips a beat when you're sitting on the sofa, and he's sitting on the floor, and you suddenly pet his hair, combing through his unkempt locks.

classmate!choso, who coughs in surprise when you relinquish your seat to sit by his side on the floor, warming up by his side, under the same blanket. and his right hand can't help but look for yours under the cover. and he's sweating bullets, his ears ring once he finds your soft left hand resting over your legs. and he grabs it. and you let him. and now, you're the one going crazy with that simple, hidden touch.

classmate!choso, who ends up paired up with you and another classmate for a group essay due next week. you want to get it over with, so you tell him to work on it during the weekend. you'll drop by his, and so should your classmate. however, it ends up just being the two of you, alone.

classmate!choso, who wholeheartedly hopes for the other classmate to come by, and even convinces you to go out and wait for them outside for a while, since you have enough time to work on the essay that day. but your classmate doesn't come, and you have to go back to choso's to finish your duty.

classmate!choso, who lets you in first and watches your hips swaying more than usual. the god-forsaken jeans you're wearing make it hard for him to focus on the task at hand, but the eye candy is very much appreciated. he lets you sprawl out on the sofa while he takes a seat by his desk, ready on the keyboard to start the essay. you talk it out, going over the theory and the research with ease. choso was trying really hard to focus on it. you, on the other hand… no, you had something else in mind.

it was driving you mad, this situation. you were going crazy, you had to be. there was no other explanation for the quick beating of your heart, for your trembling breath, for the obnoxious, not-entirely-unknown throbbing between your legs. because it was being caused by the man on the computer, right there, in front of you. your best friend, the guy who was usually nothing more than a great buddy. usually, a word sparingly used to try to ignore the budding feeling at the back of your head. but today, that wasn't the issue, no. no, today, you must be out of your goddamned mind.

You felt like an animal, a predator. The way your gaze lingered on his nape, the way his hair softly flowed with the breeze coming through a nearby window, the way his fingers typed efficiently and certainly.

were you ovulating or something? was it just the pent-up sexual frustration getting to you? was it the pinnacle of your accumulated desire over time? you really couldn't tell, but today, there was just something about choso…

you could almost feel the precision of his fingers on the keyboard somewhere around on your body. what wouldn't you give for that to be real. you could almost smell his stuffy breaths, as he huffed in frustration while going through more articles. God, just imagining his labored breathing under you, his brows knitted, the grip of his strong hands on your skin, almost bruising, not hard enough still…

A call of your name brought you back to reality. That reality was your essay, your friend, your best friend at that, who was just dying to just finish it soon. You were awful. You had to be because there was no way you were behaving like an unfed, rabid dog over someone like that. you couldn't just act like that. not with him. not with your best friend. but then again, had he always seemed so utterly delicious? Was that even the right word?

You made your way towards him, bending over a bit by his side, taking a closer look at the screen, reading over your work for the past hour. You were making the biggest effort to actually care for your homework, but really? choso's scent was driving you up the wall. so musky, that natural perfume that always calmed you down and made you feel at home. so enticing, so damn rich. you had to be losing your mind. You forced his body away with your own, making him share part of his seat with you, so you could actually read and contribute to your shared homework. While sharing a seat like that wasn't out of the ordinary for you both, it made every single hair of choso's to stand on end, extremely aware of you, existing so close beside him. Nothing out of the ordinary, but still, there was just something about that day and the way your hands lingered too close to his, the way your warmth was seeping into his side, the way your voice turned softer around the edges. You were absolutely driving him crazy. Unbeknownst to him, you were on a similar wavelength. Oh, the woes of young lust.

"That wasn't properly cited," your voice interrupted him for the eleventh time in the span of five minutes. If your voice wasn't as sweet, Choso would've lost his mind ages ago. "Prof is an ass when it comes to APA shit. Leave that to me, I'll do it later when I get home." It wasn't that it would take you too much time to correct it then and there, but you felt too lazy to stretch your arms out into the keyboard when you were so cozy by Choso's side, almost melting, wrapping yourself around him like an ivy as much as humanly possible. Again, nothing out of the ordinary, if it weren't for the wild strumming of your heart. You could swear that he could hear it. Could he? Was he just ignoring it to save you the embarrassment? You never knew with him.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, right. I could just…" His fingers were working overtime, typing in record time while deleting the letters in the incorrect order, only to write them incorrectly again. What was wrong with him today? Couldn't he behave as nonchalant as he usually was? Where was all this flustered shit coming from?

"What is it with you today, Cho?" Velvety, warm whispers hit his neck. Tender, thrilling teasing reached his ears as he could feel your nose making its way through the side of his neck. "Can't focus or what?" Oh, you cheeky little thing. You were going to be the death of him. Choso cleared his throat while trying to make some distance from you, but you could notice the reddened tips of his ears, how the blush took over the apple of his cheeks. Oh, he had to try harder. You both usually were quick to draw a line between you two, whenever one of you was just too much for the other. He wasn't this time. You were getting to him, but he wasn't fighting you.

"N-no, n-not at all. C'mon, this is going to take ages. I don't need to focus, I just need you to sit still for a minute."

"I am, though."

"No, you're not. Be nice."

Oh, but you were being so nice. So, so nice. It was him not playing nice. You could see him growing jumpier by the second, swalling his spit with difficulty, trying to relax his hands every once in a while. Oh, you had gotten under his skin, most definitely. You decided to not be an asshole and actually listen to him. Carefully, you rested your head on his shoulder, watching the screen with a bored expression.

"I don't think we'll get this done by today."

"Do you doubt our abilities, woman?"

"It's just so boring. I hate citing obvious stuff. It's like finding sources to support you saying water is wet."

"Actually, water is…"

"God, don't be obtuse. You know what I mean."

"Me? Obtuse?"

Of course Choso wouldn't consider himself to be obtuse on purpose. Him not getting any innuendos or signs from you or your friends had nothing to do with it, not at all. How could he, right? You rolled your eyes and took over the keyboard for a while, as you talked through some more essays and papers that would support your assignment. But no matter how much you tried to completely lock in, there was a small screaming voice at the back of your mind, yelling for attention like an absolute whore, urging you to do something, whatever, just so you could get him against you ASAP. You had to cross your legs tightly, which proved to be very difficult given your seating position, half a buttcheek in a small seat with Choso, who still couldn't get rid of the blush on his face. You both could be so much more comfortable if you both just weren't such cowards.

"My fingers are cramping up. Take over, man."

"You're being so whiny today." He could call you almost any similar adjective and you wouldn't take it to heart, because he was right. The whiny curl in your voice was difficult to supress entirely, but you hoped it was, at least, easy to blame on your boring schedule. "You should've just let me take over it a long time ago. Could've gone home to rest if you needed."

"My, so eager to please, baby. And miss the opportunity to watch you being such a good boy? Not a chance," your voice overly sweet as you caressed his chest, barely dragging your fingertips through his pecs. Your words had a certain jokey lilt to them, it was more than obvious, so you weren't expecting a grand reaction, maybe besides a scuff and a slight jab to your ribs. You giggled, not because it was hilarous, but because getting under Choso's skin was some sort of national sport for you, so you rested your head dangerously close to his neck, your breath ricocheting in warm puffs. Choso had to supress a whine, unable to understand whatever could be the outcome of this situation. You'd never been as forward as this afternoon and he was trying his best not to take advantage of it because, what if? What if he actually did? Was this only a joke for you?

Actually, you didn't have much to work on now. Your parts of the essay had been awful to write, but the draft was mostly done, you had a bunch of references, and you were just missing your classmate's part. So, actually… What were you even doing still seated so close? Your nose insisting against his skin, inhaling his scent, drawing incoherent shapes against his delicate skin, while Choso debated still on what to do. Could he go for it? Was this a sign from you to take his chance? You were never going to be as close and as alone as you were today, mainly due to his own doing. How many times had he rejected your company, scared of what the outcome could be? It wasn't like you were going to do something he didn't wholeheartedly want. You wouldn't force your way into his arms because he always prepared to receive you, despite his humurous scowl.

So he took a leap of faith. He looked for your eyes, finding your faces merely milimeters away. Your breath went straight to his crotch. What had he been so scared of before? Choso closed the distance, forcely crushing his lips against yours in an insisting, passionate kiss that was so out of character for him, as well as the whine that he tried so hard not to let go of. God, you were so, so sweet, so warm, so damn hot against him. Your mouth fit perfectly against his, your lips receiving him with an eagerness he couldn't really register. It was you, your heat, your perfume, your softness. You were wrapping yourself around him minutes ago, but you were totally wrapped around his mind. He couldn't fathom anything better than this.

That was until a moan escaped your rosy, puffy lips, as you gasped for air, not letting go of him. Your arms were quickly around his shoulders, your hands in his locks, like he was tying you down to Earth. You had underestimated your need for his touch. Choso could lose it any second, as his arms slowly and surely wrapped around your torso. It wasn't enough, you still felt so far away…

But you shared his wavelength. You uncrossed your legs, and keeping one of your hands securely grabbing his thigh, you got up and sat on his lap, straddling him without a second thought. He short circuited and you couldn't hold a single thought in your mind if it hadn't had anything to do with feeling more of Choso. That's why, as soon as you straddled him, you moaned into his mouth.

"Are you sure?" He almost whimpered. Who was being whiny again?

"Mhm," you cut to the chase as you went back to full-on eating his face. This was it, this was what you needed. You needed to feel him everywhere around you, your lips crashing, his hands grabbing onto you like you were going to disapear, his legs slightly trembling as his crotch reacted to your weight on top of him. Even through your jeans, you could feel him, and you were just reeling. But still, a chant of more, more, more took over you. As you slowly angled your hips to grind yourself on Choso, you guided one of his hand towards your ass. Choso broke the kiss, stunned, a deer in headlights.

"B-but…"

"Yes, that's what it is."

The joke didn't land as he watched you as if you were dumb. Tough crowd.

"Are you sure of all this? I mean, we…" He couldn't really help it. Holding hands in the dark wasn't even near in the scale of things that were going on at the moment.

"Do you want it? This, I mean?" You asked surely, slightly backing off to give him space. While this caused some delicious friction that got to his head quickly, he closed his eyes to focus on what you really meant.

"Yes, I do. I want this." Oh, his whimpering voice. Seriously, he had to be doing it on purpose.

"I want it too. I wouldn't be here," another drag of your salacious hips for emphasis, "if I didn't want to. So…"

"Please." He pleaded, trying to place his wrists into your palms, desperate, a glint of despair in his eyes, like if you didn't comply, he'd fall into pieces right then and there. Such a power trip, it went straight to your head, bathing your body in the most intense, warm apetite. You needed more of this.

"Of course, baby."

Laboured breathing, the wet sounds of biting, desperate kisses. You could've swore this came straight from the fantasies you'd have time to time, when times were desperate and he looked just too good to be true. Too good to stay just as your best friend and confidant. But a best friend shouldn't be drowning in your mouth, shouldn't be grabbing at your hips to move you faster over his lap, squeezing your flesh through your jeans. A best friend shouldn't be quietly moaning with eyes squeezed shut, desperate for more of you, obsessed with your taste, your scent, the feel of your body, so right against his. And the more you moved on top of him, the closer and clearer your need became. You were going to cum from rubbing yourself on him. Like a crazed, touch-starved teen. Which you technically were, but that didn't mean a humiliating feel spread through your chest, as Choso began bucking up his hips into you. And that did it. One second later, you were a throbbing, mewling mess on his lap, kissing his neck with reverence and desperation, riding out a high you didn't know it'd be as strong. All from dry humping. Now, you were the blushing wreck, as you hid your face from him.

"You okay?" He asked in a rugged, hushed voice as he left slow, determined caresses on your hips and back, keeping you still and flush against him. God help you, he'd be your death.

"Peachy." The humoristic reply didn't really go with the needy, out of breath tone that left your trembling lips. You gulped. Riling him up was a fun past time, something that had become a second nature to your weird, convoluted relationship. But you hadn't stopped to think just how much that actually was affecting you just as much. As if teasing him didn't make your heart grow warmer at the thought of him. As if seeing your best friend all blushed and unfocused didn't make you hold your breath.

"…wanna move to the bed?"

His follow-up question made you freeze. You slowly peeled away from his embrace, just to take one look at his face, now wondering if he was up to mess with you like that. But the only thing you could see in his hazel eyes was molten desire, blown out pupils. A half-lidded gaze you never thought would be directed at you. And you loved it. You gave him one small nod before he took you in his arms once again. As always, you wouldn't force your way into his hold because he always prepared to receive you.

[fushitoru]

HIIII AASHI <33 okay i'm like 3 days late on when i meant to send this but work kicked my actual ASS when i got back 🫠 but I HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL <33 i feel like i've missed so much it's wild

OKAY OKAY so my entire flight back i binge read spiderman!gojo and bridgerton!gojo chap 6 you absolutely fed me on my flight back it was peak tbh and now i'm here to YAP so apologies in advance

the ANGSTTT in chapter 6 girl!! delicious i ate it up. choso is such a good brother and SUKUNAAA i'm so excited to see more of him

the conflict with reader's mom is so real i felt the fear 🙂‍↕️ she scares me like she's my own family asjfdjlkhg the angry silence would kill me bless yuji he's such a sweetheart. i absolutely love the dynamic between reader and her brothers and did i mention how excited i am for more sukuna?? i love the idea of reader's defiant and independent side coming from being super close to him growing up

and UGHH gojo!! like i GET what he's trying to do but reader is SOO valid for telling him off like boy that is NOTTT the way to go about it 😩

bridgerton au my beloved...... you absolutely cooked as always

OHHHH AND SPIDERMAN!GOJO?? aashi genuinely one of my all time fave fics i have ever read like you captured how i think gojo would be as spiderman PERFECTLY like the conflicting emotions of his responsibility and just wanting to be a student and have a normal life and love someone :((( he's so cute and i love the academic rivalry SO MUCH

like okay their little meet-cute?? ADORABLE. reader being petty and making the sweetest drink ever for him and he's so smitten already i was kickin' my feet smiling to myself the pining is SOOO good

him with his gaming laptop playing on cool math games 😭 he's such a dork i literally love him sm like the way he simultaneously is so easily confident and cocky but he's also so smart and nerdy you literally perfected that balance and he's just so lovable

AND THE ATMOSPHERE like the way you capture new york and spiderman and the SPIDER KISS i yelled

him showing up to reader's window all beaten up 😭 he's too precious like pls give this man a HUG he deserves the world he's trying SO HARD i just wanna wrap him up in blankets and keep him safe

also gojo using webs to bind reader's wrists PLEASE that's genius he absolutely would and it's so hot i have so many horny brain thoughts that aren't meant to see the light of day 🥴 literally perfection i need him so badly

ANYWAY sorry for the novel i hope you're doing well ily bb <33

- @starmapz

HIIIII TRISHHHH ILY POOKIE HOW R U?? ik its been a while since you sent in this ask but AHH this made me so happy :3

im so glad you had a safe flight <3 dude i feel like if i had reader's mom i would spontaneously combust like that shit would be so anxiety inducing...and UGH gojo is a bitch that's scared of feelings. bro thinks he's gonna die if he enters a love marraige what a fucking dumbass

AHHH OH MY GOD your spiderman!gojo thoughts are making me SQUEAL thank you thank you i thought the academic rivalry was gonna feel so awkward and like i squished it in there but im glad you like it :333

but im SORRY im so srs if he was alive in 2024 and was gen z you canNOT tel me he wouldn't be some cool math games loser that plays minesweeper during lecture like....unfortunately i am obsessed with gen z-ifying my millienial gay twink king

OMG yes do share those horny thoughts >:) i just want him soooo bad.

I AM GOOD i hope you are doing well too it seems you've been busy with work lately and i hope you're taking the time to take care of yourself!!!!

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ohmygghsjsj i am PHYSICALLY unwell at that TA Choso idea from 🧠 nonnie and i still havent even recovered from prof geto ughhhh. Also ur commentary on not needing to have an awk convo bc cho will make the decision for u LMFAOOOO. It rlly did remind me of gf!choso beloved bc of that yummy age gap 🥵 or even like..... getting desperate loser choso to do your work for you hdjsjsj like that's not my degree sis, its his hahaha. Also ummm maybe i like drama bc why would that happen and fictional me wld still be sleeping around (boom bros anyone?) while choso thinks im his gf just for the brat taming 🙈🙈 i just know he would give you the nastiest look when he finds out I LOVE MY EMO BF OMGJDJDJ it's giving plug choso pt 3

Also KALIIIIIII you cheaterrrrr, you know i love me my virgin men and YET you keeping this virgin!sukuna fic under lock and key huh??? I been lookin for clues since you casually dropped that you had an idea for it a few weeks ago and i was like HUH since when??? Would dieee for that mans v-card , want him to break my back fr

I hope ur doing well bby!!! And i hope this fuckin sends 😭

🍒 nonnnn

🍒 ml!! yessssss i got it!! keep doing whatever you doing mamas cause its workin!!!

im trying to get rid of this hangover so i can write LOL. i got a pumpkin spice latte and sammy from joe and the juice (soooo gewd) so hoping that helps. hope you doing good too, hbu?

fr tho like throw choso the tiniest morsel of coochie and he is going to be your slave fr.

lmfao nooo like u so real cause same. like id be dating choso, but id be like, you know im a ho right? cause nerd!geto, and boom bros would still be getting it!!! fhdjkfhksdfj ahhh yes def once he finds out hes definitely hitting his switch button and going from baby to daddy realllll quick. fjdkgjhdfkgjhsdfk

Hehehehe sorry i dont wanna give up that idea just yet cause im pretty sure it hasnt been done yet (or how im picturing it at least) or i would! but i dont have much sukuna planned coming up so i might bump up that if i do get an inkling to write for him!

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choso my beloved (lol)

so ive been reblogging choso propaganda on my main so i really like him a lot if you couldnt tell already lol.

and like. ive been thinking about it recently and also thinking about family/found family in chainsaw man and stuff and i realized one of the reasons i really like choso lol

so.

he’s just. a good brother who looks out for his younger siblings. like that’s it lmao. the bar is literally so low, a guy with basic decency to his family members shows up and is nice and i turned into the biggest simp lol!

seriously. there’s that annoying trend of older brothers (and fathers) in anime that are just. jerks. like, sometimes for no reason too lol. notable ones that come to my mind right now are like.

sesshomaru

itachi uchiha

byakuya kuchiki

dabi/touya todoroki

knives (technically he and vash are twins iirc but still. a jerk lol)

then there are like brothers that are good and semi-realistic and care about their siblings, like tanjiro kamado or the brothers from laughing in the clouds.

but like. i think a difference between choso and the other “good” bros is that normal guys like tanjiro grew up together and have an already existing familiar bond from spending time together their entire lives, so it’s pretty much expected that they care for each other.

MEANWHILE. Choso, the greatest nii-chan, literally has only known yuuji itadori for like. 1 day. a few hours at most honestly. sensed that they are brothers thru his blood sense stuff. and immediately, literally in the middle of battle during the end of the shinjuku arc, his family instinct kicked in and he was just suddenly. “oh shit i gotta protect this kid because he is my little brother, even tho he’s technically a jujutsu sorcerer who is an enemy.” he even asked yuuji to call him nii-chan when yuuji was literally “who tf are you?????”

this is just. so hilarious to me.

and so nice to read since im so tired of eldest siblings just being abusive jerks or being weirdos in anime lololol. i myself am an eldest child with 2 younger siblings so some of things he said did hit me too lol.

and it continues in like 134-current 143, with choso literally telling naoya that he’s a loser for being disrespectful to his older brothers and family in general and stuff. then says that eldest siblings have a duty to protect and be role models for their younger siblings. and then proceeds to beat him up lol.