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Most to Least likely to be sentimental (Headcannon) (Part One)

Part two

Characters: Toji, Gojo, Nanami, Todo, Geto, Choso, Sukuna.

Anime: jujutsu kaisen

Warnings: fluff, cursing, nothing else I think.

Summary: Who would be the most and least likely to be sentimental in a relationship.

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GOJO: MOST SENTIMENTAL

100% super sentimental

I believe anything and everything Megumi ever made in school, he out in a little binder and it's in his closest.

Ornaments, little hand drawings, father/mother day gifts. Though Megumi DID try to hide them and/or trash them, Gojo always found them.

Same went with Tsumiki, kept all her class works, holiday ornaments, mother/father day gifts

Though she didn't mind giving them to him

So when you both started dating?

He kept the movie tickets, printed off photos from dates

Would ask if you wanted this concert ticket to keep. Even went as far as the receipt from dinner.

Wouldn't take embarrassing photos (all the time), there would be some of you at a picnic together. Museum dates, Diner date, going abroad for a vacation.

Type to go to the beach, and put sand in a jar, take a leaf or flower from a date.

"What are you doing?!"

"I must have this tree, we kissed underneath!!"

Jk jk ... Unless?

Loses his MIND IF YOU MADE HIM SOMETHING

"you.. you made me this?" He would ask being god smacked

If it's a painting, drawing, anything that can be hung up on the wall

Or Fridge, you best bet your ass it would be hung up.

If you bought jewelry, clothing for him, he would wear it all the time underneath his uniform or find any reason to wear it

You tested it out how far you could take it, bought him a penis ring

Man showed it off like it was the fountain of YOUTH

"My love got it for me! I haven't taken it off since, Nanami! Did I show you my ring!!"

You legit burned it

Feel like he would be DEVASTATED

DRAMATIC AS HELL

IF HE LOST SOMETHING OR MISPLACED IT

Would beg for forgiveness

But 100% a sentimental guy, would remember all the spots of your first date, second date, would value any and everything.

Would turn you into a sentimental type if you werent already.

Would never give back anything. Even when Megumi and Tsumiki got older. Pretend like he lost.it all.

100% has a will saying to be buried with everything near and dear to his heart.

He does get a lot of shit, but I feel like he would be a decent boyfriend with remembering events, and showing he cares for you and the relationship.

CHOSO: 2nd runner up SENTIMENTAL

Just... Honestly him and Gojo are just about the same

He does have brothers and is the oldest

Similar to Gojo, he would keep nearly everything.

Nearly.

He would go through things though after a few weeks have passed, and weed out the things that don't need to be kept.

Baby teeth, random school work, notes to/from the tooth fairy, Santa letters etc.

Would have an abundance of photos, and drawings on the walls.

Legit the main hallway, would be nothing but pictures that young Itadori had done through the years. One photo each from 1years old - most recent.

It's super endearing honestly.

Though, he would keep tickets, photos,music passes.

Instead of a box, or a safe.

He would make a scrapbook, and put little notes everywhere on it.

He wouldnt try to pick up a leaf, or a flower, or sand etc.

But if there was a leaf or flower stuck/placed in your hair. He would keep it.

If you can make jewelry, best believe he would ask if he could have any of them.

Never take any articles of jewelery off, EVER.

Same goes for clothing as well

Wouldnt be exactly over the top like Gojo, and show off everything. If someone asked, he would then say "Oh my love made me this about two years ago."

Not really the bragging type, rather silent. (Obviously)

Has had a mental crisis the first time you gave him anything

His brothers had to calm him down once he got back home

"They gave me this pebble" would cherish that pebble like it was a BABY

Though, he loves you, anything his brothers made for him. Would tear him apart, cuz Eros just made him some clothing an you made him gloves. But they don't go together.

Chaos would ensue at that point in time, "I MUST WEAR THEM BOTH!"

"Just.. wear his outfit today, and my clothes tomorrow."

"But.. they're so pretty. Look at the little dragonflies on them!"

"Are you crying?"

"Yes."

TODO: third runner up for Sentimental

Takada

Do I HAVE TO TYPE ANYMORE

Doesn't seem like the Sentimental type

He isn't AS hardcore as Choso and Gojo, with keeping nearly.. everything.

But he does keep his fair share of things

Secretly melts when a little kid gives him a drawing or even a rock

Has a lot of rocks, feathers, leaves and other things people or kids have given him over the years.

It's in a box, with a note that says Special ❤️. Hidden all the way in the back.

Would keep anything you've ever made him.

Would value Takada merchandise and memorable at a higher value then yours.

Has moved a painting or two of yours for a poster of Takada or a signed CD

Takada plushies would be everywhere, has moved some of your things you've given him around to accommodate Takada merchandise

Just... Anything Takada related, don't feel to sadden.

THOUGH, he is sentimental. He does have a tendency of forgetting where he placed something.

And doesn't even realize it till someone says something about the painting, or ornament being lost or not there anymore.

Has broken some things you or others have given him

Felt terrible though you wouldn't know it cuz he just stands there ... Frozen with guilt

Would wear whatever you made him

Scarf? In the middle of summer. No one is going to say anything. Gloves? He needed a new pair anyways. A hat? Doesn't care for them, but values the one you made.

"I made you something."

The huge smile stretches on his face

"I love it! I'll put it next to my bed."

"It's a wood carving... It won't fit."

"I'll make it fit."

If you draw anything on him, a little butterfly, flower, bee, anything. He would think about either 1. Getting it tattooed on him. Or 2. Finding away to cut his skin off... Little dramatic but I feel like he would think it.

TOJI: ..Ik.. pretty sentimental. But not OVERLY.

.. ik ..

Just hear me out please

Sure, doesn't have the most stable living situations. Nor safest line of work.

But I feel like, he would try for Megumi. To keep things that he has made, or thought were cute over the years.

Kept a baby book, though it DID get some bullet holes in it over the years

"Its the thought that counts"

So when you both started dating.

He would be the type to sometimes keep a movie ticket, maybe a leaf if you gave him one, or a flower.

Would lose it and just brush it off. Feel like once you left, and if Megumi is giving him a look, he would scuff and say "It's whatever"

Best BET he would run around frantic as hell trying to find it

Don't give him anything expensive or nice.

100% would pawn it

If you do make him anything, scrapbook, jewelry, clothes, etc.

He would keep it, but not show any emotion at all. (No surprise) but would try his BEST not to lose or destroy it

Shockingly enough though, out of all the guys. He would try and get you things with certain dates on them.

First time he saw you, first date, first kiss, favorite place etc.

Paint him something, he wouldnt hang it up..instead keep it somewhere safe.

Acts annoyed or unbothered when you find the things you've made/got him/from dates in a heap (..kind of arranged nice.. in a shoe box maybe some old cigarettes in it).

"It's just memories, who cares "

"If it's just memories and who cares, why did you keep them?"

"Shut up, or I'll make you, shut up."

Megumi let's it slip one day that his dad started crying when he couldn't find a Polaroid of you guys on your first Christmas together.

He nearly killed Megumi that day. Started rethinking NOT selling him for money to the Zenins.

"Knew, I should have sold you to the Zenins."

"TOJI!"

"You'd miss me to much, you cried when I lost my first tooth."

Total hard ass, but secret softy when you give him a flower and put it in his hair.

After Dark

fem reader x goth boyfriend choso, semi-public soft passionate sex, oral (f receiving), slight body worship, mentions of religion but nothing serious :) , mischief, mentions of marriage, choso loves you very much <3

goth boyfriend choso picks you up late at night to sneak around the big abandoned church he found in the older part of town. it’s huge, and old, and beautiful; with tall spires and long, stringing vines weaving across the surface of dark brick and stained glass. the door’s locked, of course, but luckily choso’s good with his hands, and pulls a small silver tool from his pocket, picking the lock. holds the heavy, creaky door open with his lazy little grin, “after you,”

the two of you walk giggling through the hallways, thankful for the full moons light shining a path through the many window panes, amazed by how massive the building is. you couldn’t believe something so big and so beautiful could just sit here, unused for so many years-you almost felt bad for it. choso sneaks up behind you, making you jump when he kisses your cheek, and takes your hand, lacing your fingers together. “c’mon, i think the main room is this way.”

he leads you down the corridor and opens the door. you both stop dead in your tracks, gasping in awe. this room had to be the biggest of them all, with so many differently colored windows the room practically glowed in the moonlight- soft reds and blues glimmering across the carpet. behind the podium there looked to be rising stairs for where a choir must once have been, and next to those, an honest to god pipe organ. the gold tubes seemed miles long, cold to the touch. the piano-like keys were dusty and weathered, stained from decades of neglect.

“do you think it still works?” choso asks, grinning slyly, “i wanna play you a song. i bet the acoustics in here are great.”

you blush, your heart swelling from his sweet sentiment, but also pounding with nerves. that thing was huge, it had to be loud. there’s no way someone wouldn’t hear him playing, the two of you would get caught for sure. but the way his fingers slid across the keys, wiping a line in the dust, and the way his eyes gleamed when he looked at you smiling,, you couldn’t say no. hearing his song would be worth the trespassing ticket.

“let’s see, try it out.” you say. choso grins again, leading you by the waist to sit beside him on the stool and readies his hands. he pressed down on the keys…and no sound comes out.

“awww,” you pout, kinda disappointed now that it didn’t work. choso laughed shyly, “well, what can we expect, haha… but you know,” he says, voice lowering to a whisper as he looks around, catching your eye with a suspicious smirk. “there are other ways we can make some noise.” he leaned in to kiss you, pressing his smile into yours. “y’know , to check the acoustics.”

having sex in a church was always a mark on choso’s taboo to-do list, but right here, in this forgotten moon-lit room with you, he thinks this is so much more than just some mischievous task. he’d swiveled you around on the pianist’s bench, kneeling before you like so many other had kneeled in this space, and the way the moonlight illuminates you above him, choso thinks you do kinda look like a goddess. he kisses your knee, looking up at you with so much love, saying “you’re so beautiful, you know that?” before he spreads your legs and eats you out like a prayer.

choso takes his time, savoring the surreal moment he was in, running his tongue against you as his hands slid up your legs. your moans filled the room gorgeously, echoing all around him like he was in heaven.

he was right, the acoustics were great in here.

his cock twitches in the tight restriction of his pants when your fingers find his hair, gently tugging and causing him to dreamily sigh warm breath onto your clit. you tug again, and he moans, sending vibrations throughout your body and melting under your touch. choso moves to lift your legs over his shoulders, his hands sliding up your back to support you as he leans you backwards a bit, allowing his tongue to find all your favorite spots and lick with broader strokes. he eats you through your orgasm, your echoing sounds of pleasure music to his ears. coming down from your high, you lightly pull him away, a string of saliva connecting his mouth with your core, and you smile, leaning down to kiss him and sighing when you taste yourself on his tongue. “wanna feel you.” you mumble into his mouth. his thumb caresses your cheek, “alright, angel”

you both agree on the velvety choir stairs, it’s only right after all, with all the pretty noises the two of you were making. choso leans back with you in his lap, one hand rolling your hips into his, the other on your jaw, cradling you close in a passionate, searing kiss. your tongue slides around his mouth as his cock slides around your insides, filling you and stretching you out so good you could swear he could make you see god. choso fucks you slow and deep, rhythmically pulsing in and out of you at a steady, electrifying pace.

his hands wander across your body, touching you here, and there, and here. across your back, around your hips, in your hair-he couldn’t get enough of you. he kisses the corner of your mouth, down your cheek, your jawline, settling on your neck. presses open mouthed kisses, and gently sucks little love marks there, pulling off with a wet pop to look up at your blissful expression.

“c’mon baby, sing for me,” choso coos, “you sound so pretty in here,-hah-, don’t hold back. i wanna hear you.”

both of your moans ring through the air, the sounds of kisses and sex echoing around you- and it doesn’t even sound lewd, even though it should.

it sounds loving.

choso’s breath hitches, a broken whimper breaking in his throat when you tug at his hair again. you gasp when he brings big thick fingers to circle your clit, you cry when he angles his cock to drum that gooey sweet spot inside you. he groans as your pussy flutters and clenches around his length. foreheads pressed together, eyebrows knit, tears welling in your eyes, chanting each others name, praises, and ‘ i love you’s like a prayer, falling apart in each other’s arms, panting and kissing desperately.

you take your time catching your breath, finding his bottom lip and bringing it lightly between your teeth. he holds you in his lap, hands gently rubbing soothing circles on your back as he softens inside you. you both break your kiss, leaning back to smile at each other.

he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear, softly chuckling with a goofy little grin, “sex that good could make me a religious man.”

you laugh, shaking your head, “shut up,” you smile, and he takes your hand, steadying you as you lift yourself off of him. “ready to go?” he asks, and you nod.

on your way out, hand in hand, you spot a small patch of green through a window. you turn to choso, “one more stop?” and he smiles sweetly down at you, “anything you want.”

the two of you step out of another doorway, and into what must have once been a neatly kept courtyard. but now, after years of missed trims, it looked ethereal. all the plants and trees you saw outside of the church seemed dead, but here, there was so much life. lush purple wisteria crawled up the walls and hung overhead across the balconies, the grass was so green, and flowers of all sorts grew across the yard- snapdragons, and lilies, and even bleeding hearts. the moon floated perfectly in the center of the pond, and though you couldn’t see them, the sound of frogs and nightingale’s sang through the air.

“wow!” you gasp, excitedly looking around, “it’s beautiful!”

choso looks at you, in your energetic little glee, and smiles, feeling his heart swell in his chest. “yeah, it is.”

you take him by the sleeve, walking across the circle stone path, before pointing up, “look!! you can see the stars from here!” choso lifts his head and his eyes widen. there were so many more stars visible here than back in the light pollution of town. the two of you stood there, staring for a bit before he turned to you, thumb stroking yours in his hand.

“what if we got married here? people get married in churches all the time..what if we did it here when we’re ready?”

you turned your head from the sky to look at him, mouth agape, nearly stunned by his words. but when you looked at him, his eyes were softer than you’d ever seen. frames of your life together flashed before your eyes, and you thought of how happy you were with him, how loved you felt.

you smiled, sure of your emotions and feeling yourself begin to tear up,

“yeah, let’s do it here.”

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — choso spending too much time on his game.

∎ — 1k ✰ fluff & slight angst (mentions of intimacy & cursing).

ⅲ — i love choso so i decided to write this. please enjoy!

the sounds of your frustrated boyfriend emitted from your shared room. he was once—again—playing the same damn game for hours at a time. he's been lacking at giving you attention, and you're starting to feel distant from the relationship. 

a feeling deep inside of your heart is crumbling down to the bare bone to the point where you don't know what to feel anymore. as you stare away from afar—silently watching choso's fingers move against the various colored buttons on the controller—the pit in your heart starts getting colder and colder, breaking and breaking until there's nothing left but an empty, black void. 

he didn't even know that you were staring at him, nor did he notice your presence. his rgb headphones were placed over his head tightly, tight enough so he couldn't hear his surroundings. 

you watched as his digits moved quicker against the buttons, signaling that he was close to finishing the game. his fingers moving quickly reminded you of the previous, intimate moments the two of you had together during the times that he actually paid attention to you. now it's just "win this win that" all week long; all month long. 

"shit." that slur snapped you back into reality, finally hearing choso's voice after two hours of him focusing on the screen that was in front of him. he took his headphones off and hung them on the stand that was located on the desk. 

choso leaned back to the point where his back was on your shared mattress—it soaking up the scent of choso in remembrance. you shifted inside of your shared room as you looked at him with glossy eyes, those starting to dry. 

"hey baby," he said, as he got up from his previous position to look you in the eyes. those eyes, those damn eyes. eyes that have been burned a different shade of purple because of looking at that screen for hours at a day. those eyes who have all the emotions in them: sadness, happiness, lust, disgust, laughter. those eyes that have been ignoring your gaze for multiple weeks at end. those eyes; choso's eyes. 

"hey, what's the matter?" he asked, resting his elbows on his knees, not breaking eye contact with you. you snapped out of reality as you stared at his eyes. 

"n-nothing." you fiddled with your fingers attempting not to break down in tears right in front of him. choso huffed, "there is something wrong. you've been ignoring me ever since i bought this new setup." 

you thought to yourself, "no, you've been ignoring me ever since you got that new setup." you attempted to say a word, but it came out in broken syllables. it's come to a point where you can't even speak to your boyfriend without breaking down. cracks were building up in that dam you created in your heart, not wanting to tell choso the truth. 

"i-i have?" you questioned. "'m so sorry, choso."to be honest, it hurt when you said his name. it's come to the point where you don't even want to say his name anymore. 

suddenly, the feeling of warmth surrounded you. you felt like you were in hell, but more peacefully. it surrounded you, everywhere. every single atom in your body succumbed to the warmth that unreasonably came to you. 

"y/n, please, just tell me." choso gripped his arms around you tighter as you sobbed into his shirt. the same shirt that you used to wear to bed. the same shirt he fucked you in for multiple occasions. the same shirt that you washed and dried just for him (and you) to wear. "you, choso." you managed to mutter out into his shirt. "you are the matter." 

you started to fist his shirt—anger was taking control now. you felt choso's eyes widened as he looked at you. those eyes of his were now saddened, but slightly confused. 

"me?" he questioned himself, almost mockingly. "yes, you!" you exclaimed, punching him on his chest with intent to leave a bruise. "what have i done, sweetheart?" he asked, putting both of his large hands on your shoulders. 

you looked at him, those now dried eyes beginning to have a slight wetness to them. "ever since you bought that game, you've been ignoring me! you've been ignoring my cooking, my offerings, my love! everything!" you let all those feelings rush out at you all at once. choso took in what you said—like the good boyfriend he was aiming to be. 

"baby, why didn't you tell me sooner?" choso asked, caressing your cheek in his hand and rubbing the excess salty tears off your face. "y-you wouldn't listen to me sooner." choso sighed, "of course i would've. you could've just turned off my game and i would transfer all of my attention over to you." 

you gulped. 

you've seen how men (especially boys) act when their game gets turned off mid-round. you saw how angry they got and how their mood would change immediately. "it would be risky." you said. "risky?" he asked with a questionable expression. "how would that be risky, baby?" he asked yet again, looking at you with now confused eyes. 

you chuckled in your hand, "you would get all cranky 'n stuff." choso grinned, "cranky? me?" you two began laughing again, savoring the moment before his game automatically went to the title screen. 

"baby, i promise i won't make the same mistake again. if i do, i give you permission to slap me." you awed, "permission to slap the choso kamo?" you questioned. he nodded his head in confirmation as you giggled and ran away from his grasp. 

"dinner is ready! don’t be late mr. choso." you said as you ran down the stairs giggling all the way down. 

he sighed into his palm that was collectively held up by his knee as he sat down. he turned off his set up and closed the door to your shared room. 

"typical y/n." he murmured to himself as he made his way down to eat your delicious cooking.

2022 © originally posted by @k-3nt0. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

🔍︎ — choso kamo ✰ fem!reader

♯ — cockwarming choso while he plays his video games.

∎ — 0.7k ✰ smut/fluff (sexual interaction, cockwarming, vaginal penetration, pet names, consensual).

ⅲ — its beginning to look a lot like christmas.

choso was a gamer. he played his video games on a regular basis, taking time off to spend with you and also to spend time with his friends virtually. 

choso was always really focused on his games before he met you. even though he’s still like that, he takes time off to spend time with his love—which would be you. 

it was nighttime during a nice saturday. you were sitting on the nice comforted sofa watching a thriller movie when you heard the sounds of frustrated groans coming from your boyfriend’s room. you continued to ignore it, because of how often he makes those sounds whilst losing a match, while you continue to watch your movie. 

approximately five minutes later, you get a text from choso. 

“come here” it read. you gulped, apparently he was not in a good mood. he would usually send you texts saying “love, would you please come here” or something of that sort. but right now, he was armed and dangerous. he was in a really sour mood. 

you turned off your phone and headed to the room where choso lurked. he glanced at you with his plum-colored eyes as he patted his thigh, signaling for you to come and sit. you obliged, sitting on choso’s lap while he fixated the controller in his hand and began to continue playing. 

his fingers continuously moved on the buttons, controlling the direction the character moves and what actions the character performed. you sat there, just looking at his fingers dance across the display of buttons. you unconsciously started to twiddle with your fingers: choso didn’t notice this since he was too focused on his game. 

once you finally caught onto what you were doing, the screen turned red. 

choso lost once again. 

he let out a thread of curse words left and right, bouncing off the walls and getting absorbed by the couch that sat directly behind him. “choso,” you whisper. “it’s okay, it’s just a game.” choso gazed as you—more like side-eyeing. you knew how serious he took his video games. 

“i know.” he managed to mumble out, wrapping his hands around your waist and burying his face into your neck. you giggled at his ministrations. 

“so, why did you tell me to come?” choso sighed, “missed you. plus this game is making me pretty pissed.” you giggled yet again at his statement, seeing your boyfriend make a slight frown. “what can i do to make you un-pissed?” you questioned while still in the midst of laughing. 

choso looked serious this time, but at that same time, his eyes were filled with lust. that sentence ignited a fire inside of his that needed to be put out immediately—but it stayed burning. “sit on it.” he commanded. it wasn’t a mere statement or question, it sounded like he wanted it to be done. “it?” you questioned. “sit on my cock. be a good girl f’me, yeah?” you gulped and began to shift over enough to pull choso’s pants and boxers down to his mid-thigh. he groaned at the action as his thumb slightly slid off of the base of the controller. his plum-like eyes were staring holes into you without even knowing. a grin started to plaster on his face as you watched his tip quickly meet his stomach. 

choso placed the controller down on the stand as he took two of his fingers and quickly swiped your folds. “mmm, wet for me already? i haven’t even started.” choso chuckled after the sentence as he slowly slid you down on his cock. “you aren’t wearing anything underneath either. you dirty, dirty girl.” choso cooed. you moaned as the sudden movement, but after awhile you were successfully planted on his dick. 

he kissed your temple to help distract you from the pain and began to run soothing circles around your thighs. “shh, it’s okay baby. you did amazing. now just sit here and stay quiet, m’kay?” he asked. you nodded your head, complying to his statement while he continued to play his game. 

you clenched here and there causing choso to make little grunts and groans here and there as well. you were uncomfortable so you shifted to a more decent position. choso unexpectedly let out a short loud groan. “y-you okay?” you stuttered saying, proof that you were being filled to the brim by choso’s cock. he shook his head and continued playing as you sat there in silence, slowly falling asleep on his dick. 

from there on, choso was winning matches left and right.

2022 © originally posted by @kentofication. please do not copy, translate, repost, or plagiarize. (reblogs are appreciated!)

antidote

a/n1 : helllo, I missed y’all on here lol,, I hope you like this & my inner Choso lover came out lolll

warnings smut(mdni), cuckhold (?), cheating, fingering, oral (m & f), double penetration, slight voyeurism, I think that’s it, 1.5K words

omg I can’t stop thinking about doctor!choso who specializes in making people cum & boyfriend!gojo making the appointment

It honestly started when satoru thought he broke your pussy… he’d edged you to the brink of exploding and when he finally craved guiding you to a sweet release— you couldn’t

he tried everything, toys, his fingers, his tongue, porn, but no matter what he did it never sufficed & you were pissed.

for some reason, you couldn’t push yourself to the edge either, which made your skills on the job suffer.

so much so that your boss had called you into their office to give you a couple of days off for a “cool down period”, with pay of course

which brings you to the website you’re staring at now, ‘ Kamo’s Magic House of Fingers ‘. the name sucked but the reviews were top notch

tojis-digbick : as a guy, dr. kamo made me cum buckets, hell I go at least twice a week ;)

utihim3 : people have said I was pent up, had my panties in a twist, and more degrading rude things, but dr. kamo untwisted my knickers! thank you, doctor!

naoya_z : even tho it’s not a lowly woman’s fist fucking my pristine cock, the doctor knows how to satisfy my needs. or whatever

your mouth salivates thinking about the relief this dr. kamo could bring you, persuading satoru to book your appointment by telling him he’d stay in the room.

now you sit here, or lay, on a soft mattress on a table. the room looked like any other clinic but seemed spacious.

there was a knock on the door, and I came what you assumed was dr. kamo. gojo stood to shake the man’s hand as you clenched your thighs together— the doctor was attractive.

wearing a tight black shirt that showed off all his assets, black slacks, and shoes with a white lab coat to it off. after shaking your boyfriend's hand he eyes your chart.

“good afternoon, Ms. y/n, I am Dr. Kamo, but you can call me Choso,” he starts smoothly, his deep voice rattling to your core.

“first off, I’m glad that you finished your paperwork online, most people forget,” he chuckled, “secondly, i see you are having a problem with intimacy in the bedroom?” he questioned, eyeing your wristband, double-checking to make sure he had the right patient.

you nodded your head in agreement, mind coming to terms with that in a few minutes, Choso would be in between your thighs. you could cum just at the thought.

choso smiles, making the black mark on his nose move, “well I hope I can help,” he starts, placing the clipboard down, and dimming the lights. “however on our privacy policy, we state that there cannot be any guests in the room with patients.”

your heart sinks, finally remembering satoru sitting by your head, “I’m very quiet, I swear I’m here for moral support!” He pleads, grasping your hand.

Choso hums, as if he’s thinking about bending his rules. “well I suppose he could stay, since it’s his mess that you’re here today, maybe he could learn something today,” he teased, keeping his heated gaze on you.

satoru scoffs, fixing his mouth for a response when he’s shushed by the doctor, “ah ah, remember quiet.”

your legs are propped up by the doctor as he slowly rolls your dress upwards past your hips. his eyes glancing at your features to make sure you’re still ok.

this makes your throb, panties dampening with every slight caress of his fingers on your skin.

“curtains open or closed, Ms. y/n?”

OPEN! you wanted to scream but the soft huff from satoru told you otherwise, you don’t think his ego could take another hit.

“closed please.”

another smile, then he disappears. you hear gloves being put on from the other side as you wait patiently for your session to start.

you’ve been panting and trying your hardest not to close your shaky thighs. your core clenching around nothing, feeling your wetness drip through your underwear.

Choso lazily rubs your clit, sometimes missing just to hear you whine, enjoying his job for the first time.

you were gorgeous, from top to bottom, and at this moment you were his.

he stops abruptly, pulling your soaked panties off your core, mouth wet as he sees the slick sticking to it.

on his side table, he looks at his various options of toys, wondering how much you could take, setting on a standard dildo.

he teases your folds, watching the fake dick collect your cream. “you sound so lovely,” Choso groans, slipping the tip in your hole.

you gasp clutching your breasts, face warm from his words. satoru rolls his eyes but palms his growing bulge. tempted to plunge his cock into your mouth.

doctor!Choso expertly moves the false dick, making sure to nudge your g-spot every so often. squelching sounds in the room as you moan, hips matching the pace of the doctor.

whatever it was doing felt so good, better than your fingers, way better than what gojo had tried. you moan louder, rolling against the toy that’s filling you to the brim.

“so good choso, keep going im almost there!” you squeaked, feeling something wet against your clit, almost like a mouth.

satoru stands up, swiftly pulling his pants and underwear down, cock hitting your chin. you moan louder seeing the deranged look on your boyfriend's face. he’s pissed.

opening your mouth, you relax your throat taking the harsh thrusts from both ends to take you. satoru gasps, feeling the tight pressure of your mouth soak his cock.

you whimper, feeling gojos palms around your tits, squeezing and tweaking your nipples, slowing his pace to cum down in your mouth. you gagged, struggling to take all his cum as he slips out your mouth.

after catching his breath he quietly slips out the door feeling triumphant, the thought that only he could cum in you.

“oh, so that’s the problem,” you hear, yes connecting with Choso’s, “he nuts too fast, no wonder he can’t satisfy you.”

you gasp, the curtain slightly open revealing the light pink that dusts the doctor's cheeks.

“is my assessment correct?” he chiles, still trusting the toy in your core, “hm? I need an answer.”

you moan a ‘yes’, leaning up to open the curtain more, “he hasn’t made me cum in months, please help me Choso.”

feeling bold, you take the toy out of your pussy, scooting to the edge of the table-bed, spreading your cunt with your fingers, “I’m begging.”

the doctor watches as your hole clenches still oozing onto the mattress under you. his cock twitches, ready to break another rule of his policy.

his laces his fingers with yours, flickering his eyes on your face as his head dips to lick your core. tongue collecting your slick as he circles your pearl.

you shudder, pushing your hips to his face, pleading for more.

he’d make you cum, a few times. with his tongue, his fingers, a few of his toys, and finally his cock that you were sitting on.

his job completed, yet he still can’t get enough of you, nor could you. after you came in his face he was stunned when it came with rain, soaking his coat and shirt. your hands pressed his face deeper into your core asking for more and more and more.

so insatiable, when you clenched around his fingers, unappeased when you felt the vibration bring a nudge against your g-spot, greedy when you pleaded for his cock.

he’s lucky that the door locks after someone leaves, fortunate that only he has the keys to the room, blessed that it’s soundproof, muffling your moans when you bounce on his lap, pussy sucking him in deeper, skin slapping when you come down.

he can’t remember when he took his coat and shirt off when his pants zipped down only revealing his aching member how your dress bunched around your waist, when your breasts bounced and covered with marks, but he thoroughly enjoyed this.

“one more Cho i swear,” you whined, grinning your hips against his, feeling every vein of his cock inside you, nudging your cervix.

he groans, circling his hips upwards, ready to cum inside you for the billionth time. “yea?” he’s breathless, slowly fucking you as you both arrive at the peak.

you moan once more latching your mouth on his, squirting on his lap, feeling his hot seed fill your hole.

Your heavy breathing subsides, feeling his cock soften, “fuck, that’s was amazing.” he groans lifting you and placing you on the bed.

gathering some warm wet wipes, he cleaned himself as well as you. opening a makeshift closet and finding another shirt and coat. he hands you your dress and smiles. “do you feel satisfied?

“I do, I was wondering if I could come back? just in case the treatment wears off,” you mumble, cringing at your poor excuse to see him again.

He chuckled, fishing a business card from his pocket. “here’s my personal card, call me when you need treatment.” winking walking about the room with his panties in your back pocket.

a/n2 : this was supposed to be short, damn.. oh well

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warning: short, Choso gets a b0ner & creams

Choso hasn’t felt like this ever. Between the fluttering butterflies in his stomach and the constant heat on his face, he thought he was coming down with the flu, but it only happens when you’re around.

He enjoyed everything about you, from the way your hair is done, how your smile makes him smile, or how your body looks in the outfits you wear.

God, he just wanted to feel your body on his, how soft you’d feel. He knew it’d be perfect. And all he could do was stare at you, as you paced in your living room.

However, he couldn’t make the first move, due to his flu symptoms.

“Oh, Cho you warm? Are you ok?” Your silky voice, floated over his ears, effectively pinking his cheeks. Though, seeing this you cupped his face, feeling the heat of his face and mistaken his diagnosis.

“Cho! You are warm, scalding even. Let me get you some medicine.” You rushed out, upset. Again, without words, Choso also felt himself react to your closeness.

His heart threatened to beat from his chest, his hands sweated, as he clenched them into fists, and his mind raced.

“Her hands are so soft, and she’s touching me! I want her to touch me everywhere. I’m so hard right now, I want her… wait I’m hard?!” He thought he would implode because there’s no way you didn’t feel him poking you in your lower belly.

Your eyebrows twitched, and then her face went blank. He was cooked, he fumbled, he was done. “Oh, Cho-I didn’t know you-“ you started, suddenly shy.

“I like you a lot, this is why, yeah.” He explained, desperately trying to remove himself from you.

But held his face still, and you smiled, “I like you too.” And for the millionth time today, he was blessed, as you pressed your lips on his.

He immediately reacted, pressing your hips on his, squeezing the flesh under his fingers. His heart still beating twice as fast.

Suddenly, he became a moaning whiny mess, creaming his pants, still pushing his hips into yours.

You pulled away feeling his slick seep into your clothes, “Oh, we better take care of that.” You whispered, taking his hand and heading to your room.

a/n : thanks for reading I hope y’all enjoy, feedback is welcomed

You: Choso, how old are you?

Choso: So, I’m like 150 years old…

You: Dayum! 150 years!

Choso: …

You: …sorry…

You: don’t move, you’re just making this harder for us

Choso: what do you mean, don’t move? You’re pulling my hair, dummy

You: your hair has too much knots. What? You want me to kiss the knots away?

Choso: I mean, if you can. Why not?

You: really, dude?

Choso: sorry, continue brushing, I’ll sit still

You: thank you, hot stuff

*5 mins later*

You: so, yeah. That is why I jumped the girl…

Choso:…

You: choso, are you listening?

Choso: huh? uhhh? Of course, baby. You are absolutely right, pineapple totally belongs on pizza.

You: you son of-

Choso: hey! No cussing

You: you weren’t listening to me! You were asleep!

Choso: how would I not? You brushing my hair and your hands on my scalp is very much calming and relaxing

You: remind me not to do this again

*on the phone with choso*

You: HELLO?! CHOSO!?

Choso: don’t yell, I’m right here. What’s wrong?

You: M-my nose just started bleeding out of nowhere and it won’t stop bleeding…

Choso: …

You: hello? Choso? Are you there?

Choso: I know…

You: what?

Choso: I did that. Telepathically.

You: …you b*tch