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CHOSO KAMO X CHUBBY READER

content warnings ─── noncon, murder, reader involved in the death of choso's little brothers, shibuya arc spoilers, takes place in episode 13 season 2, reader in itadori's place, smut, aphrodisiac (reader's blood), virgin reader, no prep, torture, mating press, blood, injuries, reader can do rct, blood licking, inexperienced choso, rushed ending, not proofread, grammar mistakes are made.

notes. dedicated for my loves @v33nxs

ᝰ synopsis .ᐟ as revenge choso decided to kill you but what happens when the scent of your blood does something inevitable to him?

you can hear the pounding of your heart in your ears. deafening it is and sharp with tremors of an awaiting danger coming to you. sweat trickles down in your forehead. rolling as it plops on to the cold floor.

you remained still like a deer caught in headlights. you couldn't bring yourself to move despite being still in control of it not when shackles — more like coagulated blood formed to act like shackles as it pinned you to the floor. your wrists and ankles are bound and the slightest of movements causing blood to surface from your skin like a beaded bracelet.

your breath coming out in small puffs, trying to not think of the cruel fate that awaits for you in the hands of the half-curse, half-human being that craves for your blood and cold body. revenge is best served cold they say and that's what he wants to.

heavy drags of footsteps coming from his combat boots resonates in the undergrounds of a train tunnel. you couldn't even blame yourself to be in this situation. deciding that you will be the one to face him instead of itadori. knowing the latter is much capable of subduing cursed spirits and save civilians in a minute and you wouldn't want to hinder him and thus leaving you in this situation. awaiting for death and you accepted it. you were a jujutsu sorcerer and a jujutsu sorcerers are prepared to die — but still, you wished you could have gone with a fight. it didn't prepare you for the blood manipulation technique he possessed. almost on par with the speed of light and can cut through anything like a newly sharpened knife.

you only managed to evade it until you it hit you in the side. it wasn't that deep enough to render you useless, thanks for the extra layers of skin you have. thanking that it kept you alive but not for long until you were late for a second enough to evade his attacks. the blood surfacing in your skin until it leaks like waterworks in your side, using your cursed energy to reverse to heal it and perhaps you should have prioritized your freedom than your own wound. you didn't realize four spinning like reels of blood had caught your limbs. forcing you to fall face flat on the floor.

you sensed him behind you as the footsteps halted. felt his gaze scrutinizing you and the anger radiating from him. you awaited for what kind of method he decides in killing you.

“my little brothers — you and itadori yuuji killed them.” his voice seeths in anger.

brothers? you think unsure and your mind go back to the last mission you and itadori were involved and it all made sense to you now.

you moved your head in a minimal way as possible to face him. looking at him from behind, careful not to cut your skin with the sharp cuffs. gazing at him straight in the eye with the whole truth.

“i did. they're harming civilians.” you briefly said.

“yo—”

“i—t's my duty to eliminate such threats. i'm a jujutsu sorcerer. it is also my duty to protect civilians.” you interrupted him. not breaking eye contact with the man looking at you in pure rage. the frays of his black hair tied into two space buns swaying in every movements. he didn't say anything before leaning down into you. the coagulated blood acting like cuffs into you disappearing before he turns you roughly around. facing him as his hands pins your shoulders in the ground.

“you still killed my brothers! what does your duty as jujutsu sorcerer justify what you did to them?!” his small purple eyes widens. his blood above you turning like stalactites ready to pierce your body. guess this is what he planned for you. hope it's going to be quick you think.

“i told you—they harmed civilians and leaving them alive would cause the same threat to civilians around them besides they were interfering with a mission.” you explained to him again calmly. your eyes briefly exchanging on the cause of your demise above you and into him.

“what were their last words?” he asks you.

“they didn't say anything but—”swallowing the lump in your throat before continuing, “they were crying.”

he let out a choked gasp before morphing into something similar to a growl. the blood mark on his face starting to bleed as his coagulated blood like stalactites glows red.

“you deserve to die a painful death.” he declares, you braced yourself for the tapered ends to rain down into you but they disappeared.

choso decided that your death should be in his own hands, not a moment he wasted on leaning down. straddling your form to avoid attempts in activating your technique and cuffing your wrists again.

you watched as his fingers turned red. blood wrapping around them like water turning into ice in winter. his fingers surrounding by his crystallized blood and you swallow the invisible lumps of lumps in your throat. raising your head — looking at your surroundings before looking back at him. his expression bored and back to being into a neutral one.

“for my little brothers.” he says, beginning to cut your round cheek. the hardened blood in his fingers draws a line in the skin followed by blood trickling from the wound. the crimson liquid flows like droplets of rain in the window.

the stinging sensation of being cut made you gasp. your eyes watering a bit from the pain. biting your other cheek to numb the pain. this is your punishment, you think and they'll be followed by another and then another. until your skin are marked with a thousand cuts and slowly bleed from it. this is his revenge. a slow painful death. for the death of his little brothers.

cry. cry you murderer. this is for the pain of my little brothers. the words running in his mind as he yet to bestow another cut in your skin. starting from your face until you were covered by it. your reverse cursed technique will be no more and it will only prolong suffering from you. you have no escape from his grasp until he can see cry. let your pathetic tears flow in your eyes just like his brothers.

kechizu. eso. oh, his sweet little brothers dying from your hands and that itadori yuuji. he will come for him after he's done with you.

his fingers reaching out to your soft skin to graze his razor sharp fingers but before he can add another wound to your face. sweat began to build in his forehead. surfacing to his very pores until they become beads turning into droplets. his body throbbing like experiencing the first effect of the most deadliest of poisons then an unimaginable heat spreading throughout his body like wildfire. burning into his system. the sensation of being set ablaze.

his body freezing and what did you do? is this some trump card you've hidden? it's impossible not when your hands are bound by his blood and your body surrendering to his punishment. his eyes scans all over you.

your hair, face and neck are covered in sweat. glistening in the dimming lights of the place. he can hear the thunderous beat of your heart hammering in your chest like it's going to burst at any moment.

what was happening to him?

this is not over. he can't let his brothers death be in vain. it can't be. not when you're under him. not when you're still alive and breathing under him.

the indescribable heat spreading throughout his body continues. he doesn't know what was happening to him. only he knows is the sweet scent wafting in the air before he turned like this. inhaling the fumes of it in the air and in his muddled brain. he only thought of one reason why this is happening to him — your blood.

the ones he hit earlier is already healed and the freshly cut wound in your cheek. he leans down sniffing the wound to satiate his curiosity and there's the traces of the sweet scent he inhaled earlier.

why the hell he is affected of this?! he's supposed to make you suffer not him. his breathing starts to get odd. it feels air is being stolen for him and therefore he began to pant.

and when push comes to shove and choso is placed in a dire situation he needs to adapt. his brain racking for any ideas to get this feeling out and you, you just seem to worsen it.

he needs to find a way out of it. what heat spreading throughout in his body turning worse and then a new sensation coursing throughout his body coming from his nether regions. painful and throbbing of attention and the slightest of friction of it worsening. the steady beat of his heart turning into one of what could be described as erratic.

as a newly incarnate being, choso was still exploring what his body is capable of and functions and certainly the sensation of being hot and bothered isn't one of it. he can feel the blood flowing in his veins pumping and gathering at his cock. straining in his robe and choso didn't know what to do.

his eyes landing in your form. shaking like a leaf and your eyes turning glossy that he can almost make out a tear rolling from it. squirming at the confines of his blood. clothes disheveled, your stomach peeking under that uniform. skin looking so soft and his hands itches to cope a feel of the flesh of yours. his drool escaping in the corners of his mouth like a rabid animal. eyes sharp with the intent to kill but it contradicts the desire, satiating something that beyond of his control and the answer is in front of him.

you.

you're the only one who can fix this and you're taking responsibility for it — wether you like it or not.

his behavior flips like a switch. gazing at him in such confusion from the sudden change of his behavior. from someone who wants to serve your head in a platter to someone rabid. unclear of his intentions to you but it didn't stop what kind of fate awaits for you tonight. still bound in the shackles of blood with no clear way of escape.

warnings bells ringing in your head, the moment he approached you, his large body hovering above yours. his eyes blood shot. the scleras of his eyes decorated with vein-liked marks of red.

“as their older brother, it's my duty to avenge my siblings and by doing it—it is to kill you but for now, you will take responsibility for what i am going to do with you.” he huffs. his fingers reaching out to the outer hem of your uniform.

you look at him puzzled. your face morphing into one of confusion. this is totally unhinged with the meanest of mood swings. acting like he didn't want to kill you earlier and his declaration of avenging his brothers and his hands reaching for your uniform. it couldn't be. a million thoughts running in your brain for what he is about to do and it doesn't prepare you for what he did.

a breathless gasp and tear drop falling from your eyes as his hands tears the uniform you were wearing. leaving your upper half exposed. your body burning with humiliation along with the coldness of the air hitting in your skin.

in his muddled brain choso thought how pretty you look under that uniform of yours. his revenge popping like bubbles the longer he stares at you and the organ throbbing between his legs getting worst. in his short time as being incarnated he didn't yet explored the human anatomy and yours but he's getting the gist of it what that seems pleasurable to him and to cure that ache in his cock. he simply needs you.

the swell of your breasts and stomach. it's unfamiliar. never seeing something in part of a human so abundant. that patched face had shown him numerous pictures of the human body but never this.

still—the sweet scent of your blood lingers in the air. impervious of the earlier blood shed with the thousands of civilians he had slashed earlier. the musty and metallic smell of blood is nothing to yours and only fuels to the desire he can't quite comprehend.

leaning down towards your face and the stream of blood in your cheek now dried and he frowns. he didn't give you a warning that he is bestowing another mark the skin of your cheek. wanting to see that crimson liquid slide to your skin again.

your lips quiver with your eyes closing from another stinging sensation running down in your nerves.

“kill me. send me in the afterlife with your brothers awaiting for their revenge in mine.” you say in a shaky voice. your heart beat thrumming like fingers tapping in a wooden table. you couldn't bear to see your body being cut while you're alive.

he only gave you a sharp look. his eyes slanting and the redness surrounding it adding to the intensity of it. giving him the sort of a rugged look and someone who hadn't sleep for weeks.

choso released his coagulated blood in your wrists. “who are you to order me? killing you would be too easy.” his voice rough. those purple eyes of his looking directly at your own. if looks could pierce, you would be blind.

his inhibitions briefly coming back for a moment upon the mention of being killed and his brothers. you take this an opportunity to manipulate your fingers while you whisper. disguised in the small breaths you were taking but it was later replaced by a whimper when his hardened blood slashed the surface of your arm. hence, deactivating your technique.

“do that again and i'll cut your arm off.” he warns before coming back to the delirious state he was earlier. your blood enticing him that his eyes almost rolling to their back upon from the abundance of your blood freely flowing in your skin.

nose brushing to the apple of your cheek like a cat nuzzling and you can feel his tongue, licking at your blood. his spit smearing in your skin. groaning at the taste of your blood in his tongue and your arm meeting the same fate. you could almost feel the tip of his tongue protruding the flesh of the split skin and you're afraid he's going to take a chunk out of it.

you bit your lower lip. muffling any sounds that's threatening to spill from your mouth. too focused and trained. you didn't realize you were drawing blood from how hard you were biting it.

choso studied you for a minute after he was done from lapping up the crimson liquid in your arm and the moment he sees blood spilling from your lips, his own is in yours.

pressing his lips and parting it to fully accommodate your lips in his. nibbling on your lip. a new sensation of your soft ones to his own chapped lips. pleased by the texture of your own, sparking another kind of hunger. dissatisfied with just pressing his lips to yours — choso racks up his brain on what he could do and that where he found another function for what he would use his tongue to yours.

it wasn't just your lips but also your mouth where he could savor that delightful taste. shoving his tongue deeply into yours that you think he'll suck the soul out of your body. swirling and exploring his tongue inside yours in the newfound sensation he was feeling. he can hear the whimpers along with what he was doing and he takes it as an invitation to go deeper.

goosebumps rises all over his body. blooming in his back then down to his arms. the sensation of your lips in his mine as he swallowed the voices and your taste dancing in his tongue.

while choso continue his onslaught on your lips, your fingers finds his shirt. clutching it in desperation, a plea for him to stop. holding it as your knuckles turning into a another shade of it. no matter how tightly you held into it — he didn't stop.

too lost in the pleasure of your lips and the newly found sensation of kissing someone. he didn't even think about air was slowly disappearing and neither did you. suffocation would be the cause of your death right now.

your legs flails as you squirmed beneath him. body thrashing as an attempt to escape him and stop his unrelenting movements in your mouth and when choso feels the air being stolen from him. he breaks the kiss albeit hesitant of it as you both catched your breaths. panting and taking gulps of air and that's he noticed the tears coming from your eyes came pouring in heavily. staring at him scared but it didn't matter. it only adds to his satisfaction of seeing that you're afraid of him. that he's capable of things.

your lower body moves and it wasn't an intention accidentally rubbing his hard on with your lower half earning a grunt coming from him. the delicious friction and the painful sensation of his cock desperately in need of attention.

his fingers coming to find the ends of his purple gi, untying it in a rush manner. his robes following suit. showing his rock hard abs. his chest moving in the rhythm of his pants and he could see the difference between yours and him.

“s-stop...” you pleaded to him but choso didn't think anything of your begging. his palms coming to press into the soft skin of your collarbones. the rough texture of his palms is nothing as it glides over to your collarbones and to your chest. mesmerized by it's softness and his fingers ending at your hardened buds of your breasts.

they stand in stiff peaks and the briefest brush of his fingers sends your body to jerk upwards. his eyes lowering and landing his sight your round stomach. decorated with streaks of lines similar to bolts of lightning. just a touch of his hands sinks into the softness of it it. like a dough ready for kneading and choso is completely enticed by this part of the human body. never knowing that one could possess such creation in someone's skin.

what perfection in someone's imperfection. he stares at you. your tears hadn't stop flowing and in his mind, still clouded with lust it clears for a moment to appreciate you. captivated by the beauty you hold. so vulnerable and delicate in front of him. he couldn't imagine that you could kill his brothers in your hands. he must not be clouded over his judgement now that you're completely under him and these burst of foreign feelings exploding all over him. lust? desire? love?

he don't know except for his cock straining in his pants.

“did i scare you?” he asks and despite the tears blurring your vision, you scoff. unbelievable this guy is. he was literally torturing you earlier before killing you and he got the nerve to ask you if he was scaring you. yes, you are scared — despite being prepared to be killed. you are. you're still human and still allowed to be scared. half-naked and bare in front of him. who wouldn't?

he didn't know why he asked that to you. it's clear you were. your life in his palms and choso's gaze softens a bit. finding your reaction adorable but it wouldn't stop him from continuing not when you're looking so delectable in front of him. that leaves him thinking back of the unnecessary blabbering of that curse called mahito about what humans do and the word “fucking”. mahito says that's how humans reproduce and the way he was conceived just like his brothers.

he surely can do that to you. i'm sorry kechizu, eso. your big brother is being selfish. he thought before tugging your skirt away leaving you in your panties. clicking his tongue from your stubbornness and squirming.

fuck, your thighs. squished together and looking so big and soft and choso couldn't help but to salivate at the sight. he can hear your whining and begging but it didn't deter him. just giving you a quick glare to behave or else and despite the earlier declaration that you're prepared to die, you didn't want your limbs to part from you.

grabbing your thighs and his fingers sinks to the plushness of your thighs. the flesh jiggling and ripples with the way he grabs it and his lips curling into one of a smile like a kid discovering what marshmallow feels like.

his sight deviating from your thighs to the damp spot between your panties. curiosity getting the best out of him as his fingers prod at the wet patch in your panties and a whimper left your lips the moment he touches leaving choso to no choice to press harder and that made you squirm.

“no, please...” you begged at him and choso ignores. fascinated at his newly found discovery. his fingers hooking at the elastic band of your panties before pulling it down and it's the first time he ever touched you gently. no forceful ripping of clothes nor threats but it was still wrong in forcing himself to you.

you couldn't even fight him. such helplessness you were showing and you felt pathetic about this whole ordeal.

with your parted legs and his cock free and throbbing. slick dripping out from your hole. the half-curse took it as an invitation.

discarding his pants and his cock springing free from it's confines. his hardened length slapping in his abdomen, the bulbous tip of his cock covered in beads of his pre-cum. his hand reaches out for his length and began stroking it. hissing at the sensitivity of his cock before smearing his length to your slit. gathering the slick that coats your pussy to his cock to add lubrication before aligning his tip to your hole. tapping it for a few before the bulbous tip of his cock poking your hole, slowly sliding it in and his grip turning into a vice to your wide hips. preventing you to escape and ignoring the whines and begging from you.

influenced by his desires and his cock throbbing for stimulation plus the inexperience of copulating with someone, in one fast movement, he swiftly enters inside you. the sudden intrusion of his long and girthy length doesn't save your hymen from being teared apart. the barrier protecting your virtue and now defiled. the sudden tearing causing blood to trickle and choso picks up the scent of blood coming from your pussy.

his cock buried now inside and biting his lips to muffle the sound threatening to spill from him. “t-tight...” he mutters, the first word he said. the sensation of your warm walls spasming around him and the lack of control —he released his first load inside you. painting your walls white and choso shudders. the tingles spreading to his groin and to his spine. eyes almost rolling back from the sensation and he doesn't want to part from this feeling.

“fuck! hah...” he pants, he had already cummed deep inside you but it's not enough, he needed more. his cock is still hard and pulsating, engulfed by the soft, velvety walls of your pussy.

he holds your legs spreading them wider for him to sink deeper inside you. now both of your legs are in the side of his torso. him in a kneeling position. his large palms gliding through the expanse of of your calves and now the back of your thighs. holding it as he began to move his hips. his cock melding into your walls.

you laid there with your eyes closed. sweat gathering at your forehead while you endured the sharp, stinging pain in your nether regions. he didn't even gave you time to adjust or let the pain subside before thrusting again. you could feel his hands digging at your waist. hands sinking deeper and the way he was thrusting is in rhythm to the movement of his hands pushing your fat causing it bulge out. your muffin top getting bigger and choso likes that.

you didn't want to look at him but his forceful thrusts as he fucks you like a fleshlight leaves you to open your eyes and you see him. his sweat falling like drops of rain, plopping in your round stomach. his face flushed and glistening. salivating at the pleasure he was feeling. thighs slapping against yours, creating a sound of plap, plap, plap resonating in the cold underground.

“you're pretty,” he rasps out between his breaths. “'s tight and g—good for me.” beginning to blabber nonsense. “want to stay here inside you, fat pussy gripping me so tight, haaa...” hips rocking back and forth.

all the hate and talks of revenge dissipating in the air like bubbles the more he slams his hips and his cock burying deeper inside you. how can he hate you at this point? taking him so well and looking angelic beneath him while the tears rolls down your cherubic cheeks and choso wants to kiss that away. comfort you while he wrecks you deep inside.

he grabs both of your legs, hooking it to his shoulder and your ankles are now leveled in his ears. pressing a chaste kiss to your chunky calf before pressing your legs down to your chest.

your stomach folds and your rolls are now squished. mounting you like an animal to breed. his face flushed and glistening with sweat. perspiration dropping like dews from leave to the ground. plopping into your stomach similar to the first rain drops in a afternoon.

new memories surfaces in his mind like reels of a movie tape. he sees you there so happy and bright. your laughter can be heard all over and that warms his heart. adding to the delusions that it was fine to make love to your like a lover instead of a savage who's assaulting you.

“doing so well for me, pretty...” he mutters, moving away the stray hairs sticking from your face. his lips brushing to your cheeks. “i am going breed you, pump you full of my cum.” he whispers, peering at you with such softness that there's malice hidden behind them with intentions that runs deep than intended. it wasn't lust for cold body now, he was desiring you.

your legs between his chest and yours and it burns from the stretch. limbs burning but he doesn't know. his hips suddenly moves. thrusting violently to your soaking hole mixed with his cum earlier and your blood from your hymen. your slick beginning to gather and the wet squelching sound echoing in the underground.

his hands sliding to your shoulders then to your arms until it rested on your palms. linking it with his rough and calloused hands. holding it beside your head while he continues his assault to your poor cunt.

there's a sharp gasp of breath and drawl coming everytime you feel the bulbous tip of his cock nudges your cervix. forcing it to open to accommodate his length to ensure that he can breed you full.

he continues to blabber. lapping at the blood trickling down from your cheeks. ignorant to your cries and pain. all he can think is all about you. you and you and you. he doesn't think of anything.

pump after pump of his cum to your womb, he didn't stop — not even when his cum and yours overflows from your dripping hole despite being plugged by his cock.

choso only kisses you. his breath fanning to your face while he kept cumming deep inside you. dumping his huge load. his intoxication with your blood hadn't worn off and you have no chance of escape.

the blood of his brothers staining in your hands and your blood in his. consumed with the highest of penalties. stronger than any pacts that are forged and in that amount of time he was inside you, a new form of pact is formed. made from the blood of yours and his.

obsessedloner!Choso/chubby!f!Reader) pt.1

Summary: modern day college au! Choso pines over his cute classmate. Ngl this is super self indulgent, probably OOC, with lots of fluff and smut, borderline crack really. Enjoy!

Warnings: stalking, unhealthy behavior, p in v sex, unprotected, possessive/obsessive behavior, smut, and etc. Choso is clingy and borderline yandere.

wc: 4.2k

You’re a sweetie pie, friendly to everyone but seemingly not close to anyone. You wear cute dresses and blouses, and have adorably round cheeks, so plump and cute, with a warm smile that puts every person you speak with at ease. Choso on the other hand, though not socially inept per say, simply doesn’t put much effort into socializing with his classmates or really any person outside his tight knit circle. All Choso really needs is his family and a couple close friends, the ones he’s had for years. He doesn’t need to win any popularity contests and with his pale, nearly translucent skin, inky black hair, and somewhat somber expression, Choso had something of a reputation for being creepy. Walking down the street, zoned out eyes and a thin lipped frown, it wasn’t uncommon for a person to double take, wondering if they had seen a hulking onryo in physical form.

And so, when he met you, Choso was at a loss. Suddenly everything he did seemed so awkward and stilted. He was fumbling over himself attempting to make your acquaintance; from being assigned to class projects or during group discussions, of which Choso found himself hanging on your every word with rapt attention no matter how boring the subject material actually was, he could never seem to find the right thing to say. It was a miracle when he was able to speak at all, outside of strictly school related topics. 

On a mild sunny day, it was a classmate had ultimately been the one to indirectly help Choso make a connection. They had pointed him out to you, who had been sitting unaware on a blanket in the campus courtyard with a book and a snack, Your peaceful, cozy study session outside was interrupted when a classmate came by to say hello and warn you of the strange man watching you from the smattering of trees and bushes surrounding the area.

“He’s always staring at you.” They winced as Choso ducked further behind the large oak he was half obscured behind. “What the hell? I can call security for you.”

“Oh it’s Choso.” you beamed in his direction, waving one of your arms over your head. “Hey Choso! Wanna study with me?”

Unsure if he was hallucinating, Choso ventured from his spot, steps heavy as he walked briskly to where you were camped out on the grass. Your classmate gave you a strange look. "Will you be okay?”

“Aw, he’s just shy.” you told them, your smile widening as Choso lingered a few feet away from the edge of your blanket.

“Uh huh. Alright then” 

With a shrug, they left you and Choso alone; for a few seconds, neither of you spoke.

“Hi.” Choso looked from you to the retreating classmate, and back to you again. “Can I sit down?”

“Sure!” you patted the spot next to you. “Are you hungry? I have some cookies in my bag, made them myself.”

You chatted with Choso about nothing in particular; he mostly nodded or gave one syllable answers as he munched carefully on the cookies you offered. He heard you talk about baking once or twice before; granted Choso is pretty neutral on most desserts but ever since hearing about your casual hobby, one of his favorite fantasies was you gifting him with sweets made with care: chocolate on Valentine's Day, a special cake for his birthday, or maybe you wearing nothing but a cute apron in his kitchen while he pinned you over the table and-

Well, maybe he's getting ahead of himself.

“You know, you could have just come over. How long were you gonna stand there?” you asked after Choso finished the cookies; you had brought extra, hoping to see him around campus again. Nothing said, "let's be buddies" like sharing homemade goodies, right?. “Besides, someone might think you’re stalking me.” you joked.

Choso hadn’t exactly meant to follow you; he really had intended to come over and greet you properly, ask if he could sit or if you wanted to get a coffee, something. Every time he tried to approach you, Choso ended up lingering near you, telling himself he would say something, a hello at the very least, but his feet would end up feeling like lead blocks and his palms would get clammy. Besides, you looked so content to be alone typing away on your computer or leisurely reading a book in your lap. What if you thought he was annoying? What if the only reason you treated him nicely in class was because you didn’t want to be rude and you secretly thought he was an off putting weirdo? Just imagining you looking up at him with apprehension or disgust made Choso’s resolve crumble. By the time he found an ounce of nerve to take a few steps toward you, you were already heading out of the library or the courtyard or the campus cafe and he was left feeling stupid and cowardly. Besides, of nothing else he could be near, just in case someone unwanted came along to bother you. Choso would put a stop to that easily.

“Sorry. I was going to, but you looked busy and…yeah.” Choso scratched at the bridge of his nose, nail grazing over the tattoo; his stomach flipped, remembering how you complimented it the first week of classes. No one else really talked to him but everyone seemed to like talking to you. He had been so surprised, he hadn’t even said thank you, just nodded and averted his eyes back to his notes. “I didn’t want to bother you.”

“You don’t bother me. Actually,” you pause before taking out your phone. “I was going to ask during our next class: do you want to exchange numbers?”

Choso looked up at you, stricken faced and back straight. “You were?”

“Sure, this way we can make plans to hang out.” you explain casually, smoothing out your skirt as you shifted toward him, contact list open and ready to add his name. With that brief movement, your skirt hiked up higher over your thighs just well past your knees; Choso bit the inside of his cheek and prayed you didn’t notice his gaze flicker downward. It would take less than a second to reach over, feel the exposed skin, squeeze with his rough hand, and then he could get a better idea of how it would feel to have his head trapped between your quivering thighs while he-

“You mean it? So," Choso gazes at you hopefully; his eyes are so intensely fixed to yours that you almost feel the need to look away. "We would see each other outside of class?”

“Yeah, let’s get coffee or something. Also, if one of us is already busy, we can just reschedule. Or, you know, we can just text each other whenever. No pressure.” you gave him a thumbs up. “Sound good to you?”

“That makes sense.” Choso types his number into your phone; the pads of his finger are thick and he’s trembling a little, so he has to redo it twice. “Um, can I sit with you? Like, right now, I mean.”

“Of course.” you nod and scoot over a little to make more room for him on the blanket. “By the way, that song I heard coming from your earbuds the other day, it sounded good; what was it called?”

Choso was wrong, assuming approaching you would be the thing to test his will power and courage the most. Now that Choso has your number (he put a little rabbit emoticon by your name, his cute chubby bunny) he has to rein himself in from messaging you every fifteen minutes and even then he knows he texts you too much. Even so, no matter how many messages Choso sends, you never seem annoyed. Weeks go by and Choso has gone from sending you brief inquiries about the class material and when the next day off is to regularly texting you good morning and goodnight, links to videos he thinks you’d find funny, songs that remind him of you, pictures of ramen from the new spot he and his brothers had gone out to eat at, even an occasional selfie that had been taken about a dozen times until Choso felt confident enough to send it.  And that wasn’t getting into the questions, unprompted and random, about your favorite color, food, time of day, your family, your birthday, your preferred sleeping position.

You can’t lie, the attention is flattering and you find your heart seize up whenever Choso is brave enough to approach you first, when he starts cracking jokes, bringing you coffee and snacks every class, and finally volunteering more and more info about himself without your prompting. You want him to share things about himself with you, to feel comfortable and at ease. It took a little time and careful coaxing, but it was well worth getting to know this fiercely strong yet oddly gentle man. Choso who seemed to operate on a completely seperate set of rules and morals than most people yet still tried so hard to please you, as if it were his life's mission to do so. You never felt so curious about someone or so determined to have them be a part of your life.

In a short amount of time, Choso has become your shadow, always scrambling to pack up his notes and pens to follow you when you leave the room, practically bounding at your heels when you say you’re going off campus for a meal or shopping. He insists on accompanying you, offering to foot the bill, carry your bags; if you so much as sniffle, Choso is urging a packet of tissues and a bottle of tea into your hands. He knows it’s a lot, but he can’t help himself and you’re so quick to return the favor, to pay for him, bring him little gifts, check up on him if he’s looking particularly tired (usually because he was up all night stalking your socials and planning your next “date”)

You say one nice thing to him and Choso wants to shower you in praise; he doesn’t care if it’s excessive. Sure, technically you’re not his girlfriend, but in Choso’s mind, you might as well be. Besides, he’s happy just making you happy. So when the day comes where you put it all out on the table and ask him to be honest about what his feelings are, Choso is surprised he even has to spell it out.

“What are we?” 

The movie has been paused and you put aside the bucket of popcorn Choso had just made fresh for you with extra butter topping along with the pack of your favorite candy as a surprise gift for movie night. You’re sitting on the edge of his bed, fiddling with the hem of the band t-shirt Choso had lent you when he accidentally spilled coffee over your pretty new blouse. You never did give it back and Choso had never asked for you to return it. This is the first time he’s ever seen you so hesitant. 

“Listen, Choso, I like being your friend, I really do. I’ve never gotten this close to anyone before. You’re very...special to me, but I haven’t been completely honest with you.” you admit quietly. “I really, really like you, as more than just a friend. I’m sorry if that makes things weird. I know when you care for someone, you go all out, so maybe I’ve been misunderstanding this whole thing. I just had to tell you. You deserve to know. You’re such a great guy, I hope you’ll consider still being my friend.”

“I love you. Be my girlfriend.” 

Choso’s tone is so blunt and matter of fact, you’re almost startled into silence. 

“Oh. You love me?” 

“Yes.” 

"Oh." you repeat, still a tad taken aback. "I guess I was worried over nothing. I figured you might have a crush on me, unless I was mistaken, but I...really didn't expect this. Choso, are you sure? When you say love, you don't mean like a friend; you mean, love in 'that' way, right?"

Choso nods, pretty much looming over you; his outward expression is stoic, but you recognize the way his hands clench at his sides and his posture stiffens as him trying to calm his own nerves.

“I do. I meant it exactly how it sounds. I always wanted more, but I didn’t,” he shifts from one foot to the next, unsure whether it would be okay to sit next to you. “You aren’t scared of me? It’s really not…too much?”

Choso’s blood runs cold as you abruptly stand; you’re leaving. It’s too much too soon. Your patience has run out. You think he’s an overbearing freak and you’re going to run away, block him, avoid him. His eyes widen as you stare at him resolutely and it takes every ounce of strength he has to not crumble at your feet and beg you not to leave, to just give him a chance to show you how happy he could make you, the lengths he's willing to go to have you love him.

"I, I'm sorry." Choso steps forward, as if to block your path. "Just hear me out, one more time, plea-"

“I think I love you too.” you say softly, reaching for him slowly and cup his face in your warm palms; Choso brings his large hands up to cover yours, like he's trying to get you to squish his face. “I want to be with you.”

“Are you serious?” Choso exhales shakily. “You really love me?” 

You nod and lean forward barely a centimeter. “You’re really just too cute; can I kiss you now? Am I moving too fast?"

The words are barely out of your mouth before Choso wraps you into an almost painfully tight bear hug, your face is squished into his chest, arms trapped to your sides as Choso mutters softly into your hair.

“Are you really mine?” Choso asks quietly, his deep voice cracking a little as he drops onto the bed, cradling you like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind any second now, caging you with his whole being. “I know I get carried away. I just want to keep you safe. If I could, I’d keep you by me all the time. Is that wrong?”

“I don’t mind.” you smile into his sweatshirt and inhale his scent deeply. “I know you’re not a bad person. I know you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“Never!” Choso looks scandalized and you can’t help giggling a little at his bulging eyes and gaped mouth. “I’ve never had a girlfriend before. I’ll try to do my best; if I ever hurt you, even by accident, you can hit me.”

“But I don’t wanna do that.” you tell him with a pouty frown. “Aways so extreme. How about we just talk and apologize or something?” you wriggle out of his strong iron band like arms enough to look him in the eyes properly. “Choso, you’re kinda squeezing too tight, can you…?”

Choso immediately loosens his hold, but he doesn’t give you any additional space. “Sorry.” he mumbles, nuzzling his nose into your hair. “Can we still stay like this for a while?” 

“Oh shoot, I was going to make a joke about you taking my breath away.” you grin impishly and return the hug with your newly freed arms. “So, about that kiss? Not that we have to! I guess we’re already moving pretty fast.”

“Not fast enough.”

"Huh?"

Choso’s eyes flicker to your mouth and his tongue darts out to lick his own bottom lip briefly. “Can we?”

“What?” you have to gather your thoughts as Choso sits back; your legs are on either side of his hips now as you find yourself propped up on his lap. He’s looking at you with a familiar intensity, but you can’t help feeling a little nervous; after all, it’s the first time you’ve been this close to each other, in this kind of position.

“Wanna kiss.” Choso’s words come out faintly slurred, despite not having a drop to drink all night. The movie that had been playing on his tv is still paused, the only source of light in the room. Choso had one hand on your lower back to steady you; the other was on your hip, his thumb rubbing circles underneath the hem of your shirt. “I’ll be gentle.”

“Okay. Thank you.” you offer him a smile before leaning in again, pressing your lips to his lightly, once, twice, three times, until Choso apparently decides chaste pecks aren’t enough. He groans into your mouth, the tip of his tongue wet and broad, tentatively licking as you part your lips wider. He’s getting loud now and suddenly his hands are gripping your thighs; you gasp, but it’s muffled by Choso’s mouth fully over yours as he rocks his hips. He’s grinding into you, hands rubbing your thighs and waist, traveling up your body to your chest. He loves how your plush tummy feels, how his fingers easily sink into your thighs. Choso has the sudden urge to bite into your chubby cheek.

“Choso,” you manage to break the heated kiss only for him to switch to nipping and sucking at your neck. “Wha-what are you-?”

“Can we keep going?” Choso pants, resting his head on your chest. “Please? Can I touch you more? Please?” he’s groping your breasts, staring at them almost in awe. “I want to see them. Can I…?” Suddenly, a look of dread overtakes his needy expression and he draws his hands away back to your waist. “Is it okay? If you don’t want to, I’ll stop. I just,” he breathes in and out shakily; you can feel him, pressing in between your legs. He’s hard, moving frantically, like he's not in control of his own body, rutting against your plump ass and pussy to feel some relief, frustrated he can't feel you completely with stupid clothes getting in the way. “Sorry. I want it so bad, I’ve never done anything before, so…but I can wait, I just get so worked up and you feel so soft, I'm s-sorry-”

“It’s alright, I’m just surprised: I've never seen you like this before.” you confess as you run a hand through Choso’s hair; it’s still a bit damp. He showered before you came over for movie night; you don't think he anticipated this, but then, Choso’s been surprising you all evening. “Are you ready? I'm okay Choso; you’re making me feel good. I didn’t think you would want to go farther than kissing, but if you're up for it,” with a teasing smile, you spread your legs and rub against him. “Do you want to fuck me tonight, Choso?”

Choso can’t speak for the moment, so he nods his head rapidly, cheeks flushing, brows furrowed as he rocks his hips in time with you, nearly bucking you right off his lap from the force of it. 

“Hold on.” you slowly lift your shirt over your breasts; you hadn’t bothered wearing a bra and from the way Choso lets out a ragged curse, you think he appreciates that. “You definitely want to keep going? Here, you can play with them; it’ll feel better if you get me all wet first. Go ahead, touch me all you want.”

“Does this feel good?” Choso’s thumb lightly rubs back and forth across one of your pert nipples; he’s practically salivating as you keen and whine, back arching, your hands gripping tight onto his broad shoulders. “Can I use my tongue?” he slowly moves forward to the other side, lips parting already, eager to know how your skin will taste.

“Oh god, yes!” your voice pitches higher as Choso gently circles the tip of his tongue around your nipple before suckling it; his hand gropes at your other breasts, pinching and rolling his thumb and forefinger carefully around, sending shocks of pleasure through your body. Choso's looking up at you through his eyelashes with a hooded adoring stare. You look like a dream come true, writhing on his lap, his shirt pushed up to your neck; he’s been dreaming of this, having your tits in his face, his hands, in his mouth, imagining how they’d feel, what your skin would feel like on his tongue.

After a few minutes, Choso releases your breast from his mouth. “More.” he demands in a low, hoarse voice. “Want more. Wanna see it…wanna see your pussy now.” you move up on your knees so Choso can slip your shorts down past your thighs. His fingers trace the cloth of your panties almost teasingly but really he just wants to savor every moment of this. Choso feels how wet you are through them and gulps. He's so close. He’ll get to feel you soon, feel how hot your insides are, how hot and wet your pussy will feel on his throbbing cock. Hurriedly, Choso yanks off his own sweatpants, barely taking a second before he has you on your back, head propped up on his pillow and recently washed comforter. He hoped it would be like this someday, that you would be here for him like this, naked, legs spread, his shirt still pushed up to show off your cute tits, your shining eyes basically begging for him to split you open on his cock. He’s happy you’re his first time; if Choso has his way, you’ll be his first and only. 

“I want to fuck you while you wear my shirt.” Choso strokes himself, from his base to his pink, leaking tip, settling between your thighs. “You’re mine now, right?” he asks, grunting as the thick head of his cock prods at your soaked pussy; he’s teasing your clit, loving the way you toss your head back, the way you’re actually dripping as he bottoms out. The feeling could knock the wind right out of him if Choso wasn’t so determined to have you just as overwhelmed and needy as he was feeling right now.

“Is this okay? Does it hurt?” Choso pistons his hips, holding your thighs open as he moves inside you; you manage to shake your head before letting out a shrill wail as Choso begins grinding into you as deep as he can. He’s rambling, greedily grabbing at you, holding you open, kissing and biting all over your exposed neck and breasts. “Fu-fuck, you feel so good! So soft and warm, I can’t get enough….wanna cum deep inside. Does it feel good? Am I making you feel good, am I making this pussy feel good?”

“Yes, yes, yes!” your nails drags over his shoulders and back as you struggle not to go limp from the force of his thrusts. “Choso, want to cum, touch me, please, I can’t take it anymore!” 

“You’re gonna take it. Gonna make you cum all over my cock.” Choso mutters; he’s slowly lapping at your hard, oversensitive nipples, salivating, completely lost in the way your pussy is clenching and the sweet pain of you scratching him, the burning red lines surely visible against his pale skin but he’s happy to let you mark him up. “Like this?’ he reaches down, still holding one of your legs up slightly while his free hand rubs his fingers over your clit. “Fuck yeah. I felt that, felt your pussy gush again. Go on, go on,” Choso grinds himself into you as he rubs your swollen clit, steady and quick. 

“CHOSO!” you scream as your body spasms; the sheets underneath you are damp and your body is hot and tense. The way he's stimulating every one of your most sensitive places is driving you crazy, you can barely think, just feel and listen to Choso’s low, raspy voice egging you on. “Oh god, please! I’m gonna-” 

“Yeah, cum on my dick. Cum all over me, you look so fucking hot right now, so cute...my chubby bunny.” Choso’s lips form an oddly soft grin as he watches you come apart; he feels it, feels you cumming around him, your pussy suddenly impossibly tight as you shake and sob. “Sh, sh, you’re okay.” his touch is slower, gentle on your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm. He thinks you’re so precious, twitching and whimpering as you come down from the high. “Shhh, relax. I’m going to move, okay? Can I?” 

Somehow you hear him through the haze and your rapidly beating heart and you nod. “Ye-yes, I want it. Keep fucking me.” you carress his cheek, smiling weakly. “Keep going, cum in me Choso. It's okay, I love you.” 

That’s when what little self control Choso had left snaps like a twig.

“Thank you." Choso wraps your trembling legs around his hips, anchoring you to him whole he shoves his cock as deep as he can inside you. Your mouth falls open but you can't even scream; somehow, it's like Choso’s gotten even harder. "Oh fuck thank you, I can’t believe it, can’t believe you’re letting me, thank you, thank you so much!” The headboard is knocking into the wall; all you can do is cling to Choso as he moans and babbles under his breath, rams his cock in and out of you like a man possessed. “Mine.” Choso has you wrapped in his arms again, pressing your limp ragdoll body to his. Your voice is too weak to let out more than little whispers of moans and frail, broken cries. “Fuck, you’re really mine.” Choso smiles down at you, cheeks flushed and eyes glistening with affection; he’s so close to cumming but he doesn’t want this to end. “Wanna keep you here with me all the ti-time, in my bed, gonna fuck you until you can’t go anywhere. Heh,” Choso kisses your temple with a satisfied, drunken smile as he strokes your fucked out face almost reverently. “You like that? Your pussy just got so tight. Let me, okay? Let me just take care of you from now on.” he picks up the pace again, molding you to him, kissing you as you go light headed; you may just pass out from this, but you don’t care, too busy getting swept up in Choso’s pleas and whines as he gets closer and closer to his own release, though he's the one at your mercy.

“Can I? Can I really cum in you?” he stutters, more begging than asking but either way he’s already losing himself in the sensation as his cock twitches and throbs with overstimulation. “Yes, yes, more, wanna stay like this, deep inside, gonna cum, gonna cum, shit, I’m gonna-!” Choso’s jaw clenches tight and he buries his face into your neck with a long, rough sob, rocking against you until he’s sure every last drop of his cum has been spilled deep inside your aching pussy. He has you in another deathgrip of an embrace but you melt into his arms, smiling dazedly as Choso brings your hand up and presses a loving kiss to your palm. 

“Sorry...I got carried away again, didn't I?” 

“You don’t look very sorry.” you pant, poking his tattoo lightly and let out a soft laugh. “I don’t think I’ll be able to sit up for a bit.”

The bridge of Choso’s nose crinkles and he does look a bit guilty now. “Sorry. I’ll take care of you. Hang on, I’ll get a towel.” 

“Mm, thank you.” you kiss his forehead. “You made me feel really good, I’m just super worn out. Could you bring me some water?” 

Choso nods and quickly stands up to fetch what you need; he’s still a bit dazed himself. When he comes back into the room, you’re still wearing his shirt with nothing else; he can see his cum slowly dripping down the inside of your thigh and has to stop himself from mounting you again. It’s obvious you’re tired and besides, there’ll be plenty of time for round two tomorrow morning when you’re waking up in his arms. “Hey,” Choso murmurs as you settle in under the covers with him. His finger lightly traces a particularly large love bite on the side of your neck. “Are you really mine?” “Choso, you really do worry too much.” Still, you can’t help but smile; he’s staring again, waiting raptly, looking absurdly innocent and almost childlike as he gazes at you beseechingly. “I’m all yours.” you kiss him tenderly once more before snuggling into his chest; Choso inhales sharply and has to fight back the tears stinging the corners of his eyes. He could die of happiness right now but then he wouldn’t get to have more kisses. 

“Come over for dinner tomorrow? I want to introduce you to my family.”

“I’d love to.” you sigh, content as Choso’s hand strokes up and down your back. “I can bake something.”

“Would it be too soon to say you’ll be their sister-in-law?”

“Hm, let’s hold off on that for a while.”

“Okay, I can wait.” Choso smiles, kissing your head gently. “Do you want to have kids?”

“Choso.”

“Sorry, right.” 

“It’s alright.” you murmur sleepily. “Talk later, sleep now.”

“Okay….can we do it again when you wake up?”

“Yes.”

obsessedloner!Choso/chubby!f!Reader pt.2

Summary: in the second part to this modern college au, obsessive loner!Choso goes too far; reader deals with the consequences of his need to keep you close to him and him alone when he feels like you're at risk of gaining the attentions of an even more popular classmate. Yet another self indulgent piece of work, but sue me, I couldn't stop writing this all day. Enjoy!

Warnings: toxic behavior, obsessive/possessive behavior, jealousy, emotional manipulation, smut, mating press, rough sex, hurt/comfort, talks of low self esteem, clingy, needy!Choso, begging, crying, break downs, and borderline yandere!Choso, and other less than healthy relationship dynamics.

wc: 5.3k

The birthday cake was placed on the teacher’s desk: the majority of your speech class had decided that since Satoru Gojo’s birthday was coinciding with the last week of exams before break, it would be fun to have a small party. You volunteered to bake the cake; the professor gave permission to use his classroom that afternoon, with the condition the space was tidied up afterward and things didn’t get too rowdy. It was going to be a nice opportunity to celebrate the coming holiday season and the student who was arguably the school’s golden boy. Even those who didn’t like Gojo’s flippant arrogance and teasing nature admired his work ethic and almost supernatural intelligence, to say nothing of his undeniably pretty face. 

Choso was only there because he knew you were attending and in charge of bringing the requested birthday cake. He didn’t feel one way or the other about Gojo, but he would gladly be by your side, eager to hear the compliments your baking would receive and also to make sure no picky eaters decided to get nit picky and spoil your mood. Truly, Choso had been happy on your behalf to hear you had agreed to help with the party. He certainly wouldn’t think to go out of his way to do something like this for people he didn’t really know outside of a forty five minute, twice a week class. Choso was more than proud to be the boyfriend of a person so thoughtful and generous to a fault; it was one of the reasons he fell so hard in the first place. You never needed a special reason to be kind to someone. And of course, it helped that you were still the most adorable thing he had ever seen in his life and the last few months had been nothing short of heaven.

Except, the cake was red velvet. Choso stands by the teacher’s desk, staring at the cake. It was his favorite flavor. He told you that not long ago and you had promised the first time you made it, it would be for him. 

The cake is beautifully, painstakingly decorated, a perfect ratio of cake and fluffy frosting, sprinkled in bits of dark chocolate; the matching icing spells out ‘Happy Birthday, Satoru!’ in delicate, looping letters across the top. You obviously put a lot of care into making this for Gojo. That afternoon you had been the first person to arrive, followed shortly by another student, Suguru Geto; he wasn’t in the same speech class, but he was Gojo’s best friend and knew some of the class already, so inviting him was a given. The two of you had left to find a lighter and candles, hoping the school store in the basement of the building would provide something suitable. You told Choso he didn’t need to come; you noticed he had seemed a bit drained from studying and his recently acquired part time job, so you insisted he just hang back and relax while you and Geto went to obtain the finishing touches for the cake. 

For the past two minutes Choso has stood in place where you left him, eyeing the cake so innocently sitting atop the cleared off desk. He didn’t know it would be red velvet. Gojo had a sweet tooth and would probably love it. 

Surely this is too much for just an acquaintance. The recipe is a lot more difficult than the stuff you’ve made before, Choso saw there were more steps and more factors that could go wrong and ruin the cake’s moist and spongy texture. Skeptically, Choso narrows his eyes at the round, two tiered dessert. Most of the girls in your shared class offered to bake, but you were the one with the most experience and Gojo had eagerly picked you for the task. You must have felt obligated to make the cake perfect.

Choso’s frown deepens; he is your boyfriend. You promised you would make a cake like this just for him. A gesture like this could easily be taken the wrong way too and you’re so sweet and self effacing, he’s sure the idea of Gojo choosing you to personally make his cake didn’t mean anything at all.

It should be for him.

“What…what happened?”

The smile fell from your lips mere seconds after returning from the school store; Geto, insisting on carrying the purchases, had just been relaying a funny anecdote of one of his and Gojo’s misadventures as the two of you walked back into the now empty classroom. On the ground, right next to the base of the professor's sturdy wooden desk is nothing short of a mess. 

“My cake,” your hands come up to cover your gaping mouth. “What happened?!”

Geto approaches the desk with a confused frown; the cake and the plate it had been placed on are both on the floor. It seemed to have fallen top first, the icing and frosting smeared over the tiles and the plate broken into pieces around it. 

“It fell.” Geto states simply, although not without some incredulity. “Was it close to the edge?”

“No, I, well,” you struggle to recall exactly where you had placed the cake before you left the room. “I didn’t think I put it that close to the edge.”

“There’s frosting streaks on the side too’ it must have just toppled over.” Geto points out with a keen eye, kneeling a bit, bags still in hand. “It might have just been a bit uneven, a little heavier to one side?” he stands to his full height and smiles at you sympathetically. “These things happen, just a little bad luck. I’m sorry, it was a beautiful cake.”

“But everyone’s going to be here soon,” you fret as you search through your bag. “Geto, I’m going to go buy another cake, there’s a store nearby, I’m sure they’ll have something. Oh and I’ll find a custodian, oh no, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe this is happening-”

“Let me go.” Geto places a hand over your tensed shoulder. “It makes more sense, I know what kind of cake Satoru prefers the most. There’s plenty of time and a few others promised to bring drinks and snacks.”

“But I said I’d bring the cake. At least let me give you the money for it?” you hold up a few bills with a pleading stare. “I feel horrible, I should have been more careful where I put it.”

“Don’t beat yourself up; you are the one who did the work to make it.” Geto chuckles but accepts the money if only to make you feel a bit more at ease. “Maybe it’s better this way: with how good that cake looked, I’d wager you might have ended up with that glutton badgering you for more sweets.”

You return his smile as well as you can. “Thank you. I’m just being silly.”

“You’re fine.” Geto says firmly, but not unkindly. “You call a janitor, don’t try to clean up this alone; we wouldn’t want you to get a cut from trying to pick up pieces of that plate. I’ll be back before you know it; Satoru would sulk all afternoon if I don’t get him something anyway.”

“You’re a good friend.” you smile at Geto gratefully. “Thank you, I’ll call someone right away.”

You do just that shortly after Geto takes his leave; most of the custodians have already left for the day, except for one woman. She promises to be there as soon as she’s done with a request from one of the professors in the neighboring building; she sounds pleasant enough, but you feel pangs of guilt as you hang up and take a seat closest to the teacher’s desk. 

“Bunny? Are you okay?”

“Choso, you’re back!” you look up and wave at him, trying to sound cheerful; he glances at the ruined cake and back to your pained smile. “Ah, were you looking for me? I guess we just missed each other, the basement elevator was out of order, so we took the stairs. What a mess, huh? Geto thinks one side was a little heavier and it made the cake just flop right over the edge. Some bad luck, right? He left to get a cake and the custodian will be here soon, so make sure not to step on the plate bits.”

“Hey, slow down. I’m not worried about that.” Choso’s brow furrows as he studies your shaky smile. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine. No big deal, accident…accidents happen.”

You bite your bottom lip harshly as your eyes begin to sting; before you know it, tears are slowly slipping down your cheeks. You quickly avert your eyes, too embarrassed to see the pitying look cross Choso’s face.

“Oh Choso, I feel so stupid. I can’t believe I put the cake that close to the edge! Ugh, I should have paid more attention, I told everyone I would make this amazing cake and I messed it all up and now Geto has to go all the way to the stupid store to get another one because I wasn’t careful!”

“Did he get mad at you?” Choso asked sharply. “Did he blame you?”

“No, no, Geto didn’t do anything.”  you bow your head and wipe at your wet cheeks. “He was really nice about it, so was the janitor on the phone about the mess, but I still feel bad. Gojo was just telling me he was really looking forward to the cake too. I’m sure he’ll be disappointed to get a store bought cake and I promised I’d take care of this for the party. Sorry, I know I’m being a crybaby, I should just suck it up, I’m the one who ruined things, I shouldn’t be feeling sorry for myself.”

“No, you didn’t. It’s not your fault.”

You raise your head and Choso is standing in front of the table between him and you; his hands are gripping tightly around the strap of his duffel bag. You wipe the last of your tears and look at him, your chest swelling at how upset he is on your account.

“You’re so sweet. Just having you to vent to makes me feel better already; I’m really just being dramatic, I’ve been stressed out and-”

“It’s not your fault.” Choso cuts you off quietly; he still isn’t looking at you. “It’s mine.”

“What? Baby, no, I didn’t expect you to watch the cake; it’s on me for not making sure it wasn’t so close to the edge, you didn’t do anything.”

“I pushed it.”

Choso’s knuckles are white: he’s strangling the strap of his bag between quivering hands. Finally, he looks into your bewildered eyes

“Choso, is this some kind of joke?” 

“I didn’t want him to have it and, and I thought he might get ideas since you worked so hard to bake it. He flirts with all the girls and you did say you were going to make it for me first.”

“You’ve got to be joking.” you shake your head and all but leap up from your chair. “You? How could you? And you were going to let me think it was my fault?!”

“No! It was supposed to look like an accident, I didn’t think you’d be so upset,”

“So it was okay for me to be ‘kind of’ upset? Choso, how could you?” you ask him again, voice raising, almost echoing in the empty room. “It’s just a cake!”

“Yeah, it’s just a stupid cake, that’s why I didn’t think you’d get this upset!”

Choso’s mouth clamps shut as your anger gives way to a look of utter hurt. 

“Wow.”

“I shouldn’t have said that-”

“Thanks a lot, Choso. Yeah, that really makes it better. Was that your plan? Swoop in and play the comforting boyfriend while I feel like a big idiot? Or maybe you just don’t consider my hobbies anything special; anyone can make a cake, right?” Fresh tears well up in your eyes as you tug your bag over your shoulder. “Nice to know what you really think.”

“Hey, wait a minute,” Choso says reproachfully. “I didn’t mean it the way it sounded, you’re putting words in my mouth!”

“You know what?” you shake your head and unzip the front section of your bag; clumsily you yank out a sealed box and slam it down on the table. Choso recognizes it as one of the little boxes you use to pack individual desserts. “Here, your stupid cake. Surprise.”

The lid of the container is now sticking to the top of the cake but Choso can still make out the messy letters of his name and the heart shaped sprinkles scattered all over the surface. His eyebrows raise as he sees the small, squashed up cake is in the shape of a heart. You glare down at it before turning on your heel without so much as a backward glance.

“Bunny?” Choso snaps out of his trance and begins to follow you. “Where are you going?”

“Away from you.”

“I can explain, just calm down and let me-”

“Leave. Me. Alone!” you stop abruptly in the doorway and give him a nasty look, but you’re barely able to hold yourself back as Choso fixes you with a heartbroken stare. “Don’t you dare tell me to calm down when you’re the one who threw a fucking tantrum. Enjoy the ‘stupid cake’, jerk!”

You slam the door in his face and rush down the hall to the nearest entrance, not particularly caring about where you’re going, just as long as you can get as much distance between you and Choso as possible. When you finally get home, you text Geto an apology for taking off and a nondescript explanation for your absence before turning your phone off. You’re exhausted and skip dinner to just curl up in your bed, burrowing in a blanket as if you could shut out the world. Choso’s t-shirt, the same one you’ve been sleeping in nearly every night, is balled up and thrown somewhere across the room; eventually you fall asleep, eyes rubbed raw and nose stuffed as you drift off, hoping maybe this was all just a bad dream.

When morning arrives and you manage to force yourself into a sitting position, it takes you a minute or two to realize the gentle knocking isn’t a leftover remnant from your deep slumber, but a very real sound coming from your front door. You wrap yourself in a robe and slip on a pair of house slippers, equally confused and irritated as to who could be knocking on your door when the sun is barely over the horizon. Just as the knocking stops, you peek through the peephole; there’s no one there. You rub your eyes and unlock your door with a sigh, expecting a leaflet from some early bird salesman or religious group to be stuck in the hinges. Instead you nearly trip over a huddled up mass taking refuge on your doorstep when you didn’t immediately open your door.

“Choso?! Oh my god, you scared me!” you’re still breathing a bit heavily, heart racing thinking a stranger had collapsed on your porch. “What are you doing here?”

“I,” Choso scrambles to his feet; you finally notice in his hands are two cups of coffee, one of which is your usual order, but the largest size. He holds it out to you. “Good morning. You weren’t answering your phone.”

“I turned it off.”

After a beat, you take the cup on autopilot, more preoccupied with the man standing at the threshold of your home. The circles under Choso’s eyes are darker than ever, in addition to how red and irritated they are around the edges, his hair is oily and limp. On closer inspection, you see he’s wearing the same clothes as yesterday; now they’re more wrinkled and the slight odor coming off them tells you he hasn’t showered yet. 

“Can I come in?” Choso asks, his voice weak and barely louder than a whisper. “I have to talk to you.”

“Fine.” you frown but move aside and open the door wider. “Here, come with me, I left my phone in my room.”

Choso does as he’s told, but trails after you at a slight distance, at least in comparison to how closely he usually stays to you. He’s shivering; it’s the middle of winter and he isn’t wearing even a jacket. How long had he been knocking on your door? How long had he planned to wait there outside? You banish the thought and busy yourself disconnecting your phone from its charger on your bedside table. Choso stands awkwardly in the middle of your room; he hasn’t taken so much as a sip of his coffee or taken his eyes off you, at least as far as you can see. 

“Did I wake you up?” he asks worriedly. “I’m sorry. I was going to wait but I thought you might have gone somewhere and you weren’t answering your phone, so…” he goes silent seeing his shirt in a crumpled heap in the corner of your room. “I just wanted to talk to you as soon as possible.”

You barely heard him, jaw dropping at your phone’s screen as it fully turns on to show you 32 missed calls, 15 unheard voicemails, 18 unopened texts, and 5 emails, all from Choso over the course of the night. You tap your thumb on the latest voicemail.

“Bunny? Bunny, can’t you just talk to me?” A shaky, nearly unrecognizable croaking comes from the speaker: Choso’s strong voice sounds strained, almost inaudible at certain points, as though he had been screaming until his throat was raw. “I know you’re probably sleeping…or maybe you don’t want to talk to me ever again-” A sharp, wrecked sob crackles over the speaker but Choso manages to steady himself again. “But I need to…I need to hear your voice. I’m so sorry, I’m so, so fucking sorry, I’m sorry, please don’t hate me. I love you so much it hurts. I’m going to stop by tomorrow, I need to see you. I know I messed up, I need help. My bunny? I can’t…oh god, I can’t do this. I-I feel like I’m dying, I’m…I love you. I love you, I love you, just please-”

Your heart drops to your churning stomach as Choso’s words morph into broken, unintelligible sobs. Finally after a few seconds, the other end goes quiet and the voicemail ends. A recorded voice tells you there’s still 14 more previously skipped voicemails; Choso has remained standing, stiff as a board and looking miserably at you. You take a seat on the side of your bed, staring bewildered at your phone; you decide to not listen to the other voicemails.

“I’m sorry.” Choso says in an absurdly small voice. “Can we talk?”

You’re holding the coffee in your hands on your lap and taking a deep breath before raising your face. “Choso, why did you do it?”

“I didn’t do it to hurt you. I don’t think your baking is stupid. I was being stupid.” Choso’s cheeks burn in shame. “I was jealous Gojo was getting the cake first, or I thought he was, and I just…I didn’t want him to have it. It’s always like this.”

“What do you mean?” you ask him slowly, tempering your own indignation. “Do you think he would flirt with me? Or that I would cheat on you?”

“No. I just get so...everyone likes you. So, what if someone better comes along? What if you stop paying attention to me?” Choso shakes his head quickly, gripping his hair like he wants to yank it out. “I have thoughts like that all the time. It's awful. I knew you would be sad, but I really thought it would only be a little and then I could make it better and you would…rely on me more. I don’t want you to get close to anyone else.” he lowers his arm to his side limply. “I know it’s wrong. Are you gonna bre-break up with me?”

You don’t speak just yet; your eyes study his drawn, exhausted face. Choso isn’t trying to make you feel bad for him, you know that much. The truth doesn’t make you feel much better though. 

“I was really mad at you yesterday. I needed space.”

“I know, but-”

“Listen,” you say firmly. “Whatever the reason, that was a really rotten thing you did. It was just plain mean and selfish. Sure, you didn’t really mean to hurt me, but you did. You purposely messed up something I put a lot of work into.”

“I know.” Choso’s expression is desolate. “I like that about you. I love that you do nice things for people even if you don’t have to. Y-you’re so careful and considerate of other people. I was being selfish and it was so, so fucking stupid. You would never do something like that to me…you’re so good to me.”

“Choso, this isn’t just about yesterday.” you soften your tone, mindful of your volume. Choso looks as if one cold word from you could shatter him into a million pieces. “If you were willing to trash something I put a lot of work into for such a petty reason, it’s making me second guess things and now I’m wondering if maybe you’re not the person I thought you were. Is it more important to keep me dependent on you than for me to be happy?” You set your cup down on the nightstand, trying to keep your voice from cracking. “Maybe this isn’t going to work out.”

“Don’t say that.” 

Choso all but drops his coffee onto your dresser, barely glancing at it as he rushes to you; he lowers himself down on his knees, eyes glistening with both unshed tears and sheer adoration as he looks up at your pained face. You let him hold your hands, still folded in your lap, as Choso rests his forehead on your lap. They’re ice cold; how long had he been waiting outside?

“It’ll never happen again. It shouldn’t have happened at all. I know I could have just talked to you, I know you would have listened, but I didn’t even give you a chance, I just did what I wanted. I’m not nearly as kind as you.” Choso admits, words muffled as he buries his face into your thighs. “I don’t deserve you, but I need you. I’ll do whatever you say until you trust me again. Do you hate me?”

“Choso, I never hated you, I was just hurt.” you squeeze his hands gently. “The only reason I got so upset in the first place is because I love you so much. Hell, the cake for the party was more practice than anything so I could make you an even better cake. If you were worried, you should have just told me. You’re not some evil person from feeling jealous, but what you did was wrong. I really need to know that you understand where I’m coming from, I don’t want us to break up or anything. Did you really think I was trying to end things yesterday?”

Choso nods, head still resting on your thighs. “I thought you blocked me on everything. I thou-thought you didn’t ever want to see me again. I should have waited, Eso even said you probably just needed some space, but…I’m so used to being with you, texting you. I was going crazy.”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t trying to ghost you. And I’m sorry for calling you a jerk.”

“I am a jerk.”

“No, you acted like a jerk,” you nudge Choso’s shoulder to get him to look up; he does, taking in your face with those pleading puppy dog eyes you can never resist. “I forgive you. I love you baby, so, so much.”

“Bunny,” Choso’s lip wobbles and fat tears roll down his cheeks and chin, dripping onto your hands. “Thank you. I’m sorry I made you cry, just thinking about it makes me want to-to-” he sniffs and clenches his teeth against a whine. “I’m just sorry. I love you. I missed you so much. I couldn’t sleep knowing you were hurting because of me and I wanted to come here right away, but I thought if I did you’d really be fed up and-”

“You didn’t sleep?!” you slowly sit and move so you’re seated further up the bed; Choso follows suit, basically crawling over your pillows and covers to be next to you, tears still streaming down either side of his face. “Choso, lay down baby, you should take a nap. You’ll feel better, believe me. We can talk more later and get something to eat.”

“‘So good to me.” Choso tugs on your arm. “I want to cuddle.” He immediately moves over so you can hold him, laying on your sides as Choso stares balefully up at you through blurry eyes. “Can I have a kiss?”

“Choso, you need sleep.”

“Please?” he mutters, eyes lingering on your pouty mouth. “Need a kiss.”

“Okay, just a little one.”

“Thank you. You’re always so good to me…”

You knew those basset hound eyes would be the death of you: what started out as a tender, chaste kiss swiftly evolved into big hands massaging your breasts, then fingers tugging at the sash of your robe, and finally you being pushed onto your back as Choso holds you down in a mating press. 

“So good!” Choso can’t stop letting out choked moans, so loud, they almost drown out your cries, pushing your thighs closer to your chest, somehow, some way forcing his cock impossibly deep. There’s hints of pain but the pleasure you get from his cock head rubbing against that little spot just behind your clit was overriding all of it. 

“Baby, gotta slow down, you’ll break me at this rate.” you moan, helpless as Choso ducks his head down to lick and suck on your almost painfully sensitive nipples. He had been playing with them obsessively, pinching, rolling, sucking, even leaving dark love bites all over your breast.

“Love you, missed your pussy so much, thought I was gonna, gonna die!”

“Oh god, Choso, please, please baby, it’s too much!” your head lolls side to side; he’s made you cum three times already. Your pussy is a sopping wet mess and it’s all you can do to not pass out as Choso’s thick cock stretches you open over and over again, surely bruising your cervix. “You’re so-ah!” you let out a piercing shriek that only seems to spur him on to go harder. “So deep in my pussy baby, I can’t-”

“Just a little more, I’m so close,” Choso huffs, looking down at you with heavy lidded eyes, cheeks burning and hair sticking to his forehead; he’s a mess from his own sweat and your slick covering his pelvis where he just won’t stop pounding into you. “You look so good like this, I could fuck you forever…gonna cum so hard, give it all to you,”

“Cum in me,” you sweep his damp hair off his forehead with a faint, fucked out smile. “I want to feel it dripping out of me…can you be a good boy and cum in my pussy?”

“Yes, yes! Oh fuck, yes!”

Choso kisses you roughly, hips rolling into yours, barely pulling his cock out at all, as though he wanted his cum to go as deep inside you as it could go. It’s hot and spurting into your battered insides; thankfully Choso has enough strength left to hold you up as he humps your plush, limp body like a dog in heat. 

“Mine,” he groans, thrusting once more with a violent shudder. “Only mine.”

You suppose it’s not the best idea to encourage him, but you nod anyway, shaky hand in his hair to pet the tangled strands, chest heaving and light headed as Choso pulls his softening cock out slowly so as not to hurt you. He pants against your neck, curled into your side and using his wide palm to rub gentle circles over your hips and thighs.

“My poor bunny.” Choso mutters fondly as his fingers trail over your twitching thighs. “I’ll do better. You won’t regret this. I’m gonna get a bath ready for you, okay?”

“Th-thank you.”

“Sh, just relax, don’t get up.” Choso moves sluggishly to take the box of tissues from your nightstand; the coffee he brought you has somehow not been knocked off in the frenzy. “You’re so cute like this. I’ll wipe you off a bit first, nice and easy. Does it hurt down there?”

“Not really; feels more numb actually.” you roll your head to stare at him directly, meaning to look at least a little serious but you come off more like a grumpy kitten. “Don’t think just because you made me almost pass out that I forgot everything from the past 24 hours mister. I’m holding you to your word.”

“Yes ma’am.” Choso agrees with a hum as he wipes at the mess between your legs. “Thank you again…I still ate the cake you made for me. It was really good.”

“Oh right.”

“Yuji said you should have thrown it in my face.” Choso adds, a bit sheepish at the memory. “I almost didn’t eat it: I thought it would be the last thing you ever gave me…”

“Choso,” you smile at him sadly. “I love you. You know that, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Do you?”

“Uh huh.” Choso brings you into his arms, careful not to jostle you too suddenly. “Just scared. I’ve never felt this way before.”

“Never?”

“No.”

“Why are you scared? Do you still think I want to break up?”

Choso shrugs. “What if the more you get to know me, the more you see bad things?”

“What kind of bad things?”

“If…if I could, I’d keep you with me. Sometimes when we’re alone, I don’t want to let you go. Then I start wondering if trying to keep you safe will just make you unhappy with me or that I’ll scare you off and then…” A single tear escapes Choso’s eye and he draws you in closer to his chest. “I don’t know what I’d do. Compared to you, I’m really selfish and short sighted.”

“No one’s perfect. I’m not.”

“You're just saying that to make me feel better.”

“I overthink things and get worked up over upsetting people. I hold myself to unattainable standards.” you list off tiredly. “And I keep doing this thing where I shy away from letting people really…know me. Like if they do, I’ll just let them down. I feel like an imposter half the time when you say all these nice things about me. You’re the first person I’ve actually wanted to know me, warts and all. It’s worth getting to be with someone like you, Choso. That’s just how relationships work; you’re always risking getting hurt or disappointed when you let people love you…when you love someone. And I love you.”

“Um…is it bad that I feel happy I’m the only person you talk to like this?” Choso sniffles. “Sorry. I’m being selfish again.”

“Maybe a little, but for the right reasons.” you grin and wipe a thumb under his eye. “For the record, it makes me happy you think of me so highly. You make me feel special.”

“You are special and anyone who thinks otherwise is stupid.”

“Does that include me then?”

Choso looks visibly panicked. “Wa-wait, that’s not what I meant!”

“I know, I know, sorry baby.” you kiss him before he starts into another round of apologies. “That was just a little payback. Ah, Choso!”

“Not funny.” Choso grumbles, bundling you into the blankets as you giggle and let out a faux fearful squeal; the sly quirk of his lips betrays his actual intentions. “After your bath, I’m gonna give you a real reason to scream.”

Lunch date with Choso 💜