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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, eventual smut warning as I'm planning for this to come in parts

chapter warnings/tags: drinking, stupid touchy men, physical violence (choso literally saves you with a punch) index part three | part five

part four word count: 1,532

you couldn’t believe Yuji Itadori had managed to drag you out tonight. all you’d wanted was to snuggle up in bed and binge-watch tv, but no—your best friend was insistent on hitting a bar, with Megumi and Nobara in tow.

“you know I really hate here, right?” you said, sticking out your tongue as Yuji handed you a drink he’d bought.

“oh, that’s a shame,” Yuji teased, grinning as he took a sip from his own cup.

“come on, y/n, hang out with the cool kids tonight!” Nobara shouted, slinging an arm around your shoulders. Megumi rolled his eyes, but you were grateful for his presence, even if he seemed just as reluctant as you.

“let’s kick things off with some shots!” Yuji matched Nobara’s enthusiasm, grabbing your arm and dragging you towards the bar. the bartender looked like he was wishing for a trapdoor to open beneath him.

“what can i get for you guys?” the bartender asked, his voice dripping with irritation.

“four shots of… hmmm… tequila, please,” Nobara answered. you opened your mouth to protest, but the bartender was already grabbing the bottle and pouring the shots. clearly, he wanted you all to leave as quickly as possible. “put it on the Fushiguro tab.”

“seriously?” Megumi deadpanned from behind Yuji.

“before we take these, can someone please tell me if we have a plan to get home?” you asked, silently hoping one of them would have an answer. they all shook their heads, and you felt a wave of defeat as you clinked your shot glass with theirs and downed the tequila.

god, you’d forgotten how much you hated tequila.

of course, Yuji and Nobara kept you and Megumi well-supplied with shots and drinks all night, making sure you had enough alcohol in your system to stick around. at some point, you stopped resisting.

the alcohol had you feeling fantastic—loose and relaxed as you danced with your friends. the dj was blasting beats that would’ve put Choso’s set to shame, and you were sweating and swaying to the rhythm, practically grinding against Nobara.

“Yuji, I’m still mad at you!” you shouted over the music.

“oh no, what did I do? let me beg for your forgiveness,” Yuji replied with a dramatic pout and big, sappy puppy-dog eyes.

you waved him off, realizing he was a lost cause. in fact, you were a lost cause too. what time was it, anyway?

you decided to excuse yourself to the bathroom and checked your phone on the way—it was well past midnight. ugh, no time for a shower if you wanted any sleep tonight.

as you turned the corner towards the women’s restroom, you bumped into something solid. or rather, someone solid.

“hey, good lookin’,” a tall guy said, smirking down at you with eyes that seemed barely open.

“excuse me,” you muttered, trying to sidestep him. he grabbed your upper arm, and you bristled at the contact.

“wait, hang out w’ me for a minute,” he said, pulling you closer. just as you were ready to use the self-defense moves Yuji taught you, something else grabbed his attention long enough for you to wrench free and hurry towards the bathroom. he called out after you, “I’ll be right here waiting f’ you!”

as soon as you locked yourself in a stall, you pulled out your phone again. you tried calling Yuji—no answer. Nobara? also no answer. with a sigh, you dialed Megumi as a last-ditch effort, but got nothing.

you really didn’t want to go back out there and risk running into that guy again.

taking a deep breath, you pulled up the next contact on your list. you wanted to go home and get some sleep anyway; surely your friends wouldn’t mind.

“hello?” Choso’s voice was low and groggy, like he’d just woken up.

“Choso, can you come pick me up?” you asked quickly, trying to push aside the guilt in favor of self-preservation.

“where are you?” Choso replied, rustling noises in the background suggesting he was already getting up. “send me your location.”

you told him the name of the bar before hanging up and sharing your location. fortunately, the bar wasn’t far from Yuji’s place; Choso might just walk over.

while you waited in the stall, you could still hear the man shouting outside the bathroom door. he wasn’t shouting at you, but he was close enough to be unsettling. you decided to stay put until Choso arrived or one of your friends showed up to rescue you.

your phone pinged with a new message from Choso: found the three stooges. where are you?

you braced yourself as you unlocked the stall door and pushed out of the bathroom, focusing on your footsteps and silently praying the guy you’d run into wouldn’t notice you.

“oi! there you are!” fuck. you felt his hand grip your arm again, and you turned to face the skeezy guy. “was just telling my friends how smokin’ hot you are—let them see!”

you glanced past him to see three other guys, all bigger than you and sharing the same drunken, leering expressions.

“alright, they’ve seen me. now let me go,” you said through gritted teeth, tugging at your arm in an attempt to free it.

“hold on a minute, let me buy you a drink,” the guy slurred, nearly stumbling into you as he pulled your arm.

“I said, let me go,” you snapped, pulling against him with more force. where were your friends?

“hey, no need to be bitch so why don’t you shut your pretty mouth and-”

“I believe she told you to let her go.” you froze at the low, threatening voice that spoke up behind you. daring a glance over your shoulder, you saw Choso, eyes dark and body tense as he eyed the man who had a hold of you.

to you, he looked like your knight in shining armor.

“’scuse us, man, we’re just on our way t’ the bar,” the guy said, trying to wave Choso off. but your eyes pleaded with Choso for help.

“i don’t think she wants to go with you,” Choso said firmly, stepping forward and grabbing the guy’s hand on your arm. “now, let her go.”

“what’s your problem, man?” the guy snapped, glaring at Choso. “this bitch isn’t even that good-looking.”

you blinked, and in an instant, Choso’s fist connected with the guy’s face. your arm was freed, and you looked down at the guy, clutching his probably broken nose.

“don’t call her that,” Choso growled. before the guy’s friends could react, Choso took your hand and started pulling you away from the scene.

“y/n, where’d you run off to?” Nobara slurred as Choso led you back to the group.

“whoa, what happened to your hand, Choso?” Yuji asked, noticing the blood on Choso’s knuckles.

“I’m taking y/n home,” Choso said firmly. “you either walk home or call me if you need anything.” he then grabbed Megumi’s shirt to get his attention. “you’re the responsible one—don’t let these two do anything stupid.”

once Megumi nodded in agreement, Choso began guiding you out of the bar, still holding your hand.

“thanks for stepping in back there,” you said once you were outside, away from the blaring music.

“you don’t need to thank me,” Choso replied, slowing to walk beside you.

you weren’t sure if he realized he was still holding your hand, but it felt comforting, so you decided not to mention it.

“I never took you for the type to resort to physical violence so quickly,” you teased, catching a blush on his face.

“it’s just what you do for the right people,” he said quickly, making you blush in return.

“I probably could’ve handled it myself, but you were a real knight in shining armor,” you joked, and Choso chuckled.

“yeah, I’m sure you might have done something even worse,” he said through his laughter.

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it wasn’t until you were back at the house that Choso noticed he was still holding your hand. his face turned bright red as he quickly let go, flustered and apologizing.

you excused yourself to change out of your bar clothes and returned to the kitchen in your pajamas to grab a large glass of water before bed.

“do you need anything before I head back to sleep?” Choso asked, handing you a glass he’d already filled. what a gentleman

“a bedtime story and a tuck-in,” you joked.

“only if you ask nicely,” Choso replied with a teasing smirk. you suddenly felt a wave of heat and laughed to push away your awkwardness.

“if I can’t fall asleep without it, I know where to find you,” you said, and although you meant it as a tease, you weren’t entirely sure it was just that.

Choso nodded, and you both said goodnight before heading to your separate rooms.

as you lay in bed, you tried to figure out if the warmth you felt was from the alcohol or from the interaction. you drifted off to sleep, comforted by the memory of the sweet, sweet memory of Choso breaking a stranger’s nose for you. Sukuna probably would’ve just killed him.

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning always as I'm planning for this to come in parts

chapter warnings/tags: over the clothes touching, sexually explicit wording, sukuna teasing per usual, palm grinding, i'm slow burn cock blocking y'all so no heavy smut

index part four | part six

part five word count: 1,659

"Yuji, the cookies are almost ready!" you called out from the kitchen. Yuji got up from the couch and made his way to the bar, eyeing the finished cookies.  

"does Nobara really need this many cookies?" he asked, reaching for one. you swiftly swatted his hand away.  

"she’s sick! who doesn’t love homemade cookies when they're under the weather?" you pouted. you hoped she would appreciate them, considering the effort you put in. flour was still smeared on your face from a minor mishap with the mixer.  

"shouldn’t you have made her some soup instead?"  

"Megumi's taking care of the soup. you and I are on cookie duty," you said, pointing your spatula at him with mock severity. "or rather, I'm on cookie duty since I did all the work."  

"hey, I'm delivering them!" Yuji protested, trying to sneak his hand towards the cookies again. you smacked it away once more.  

"I’ve got a batch baking just for us, so cut it out." you handed him the tupperware overflowing with cookies. "now just make the delivery, errand boy."  

Yuji saluted with a grin, taking the containers and heading out the door. you sighed, thinking that being friends with Yuji made you feel like a middle-aged mom. 

as you were in the middle of cleaning the counters, you heard the front door open and shut.

"back already? what did you do, run supersonic?" you asked, surprised to see Yuji return so soon.  

"what, did you miss me that much?" you heard a familiar voice, and you turned to see Sukuna grinning from ear to ear, arms crossed as he leaned casually against the fridge.  

"Sukuna! didn’t expect you to be home until the crack of dawn," you joked, resuming your task of wiping down the counters.  

"aww, someone been dreaming about me at night?" he teased, moving to peek into the oven.  

"hey, those cookies aren’t for you," you warned as he started to open the still-warm oven. before you could stop him, he grabbed a cookie. "those are still hot, you idiot!"  

you reached out to snatch the cookie from Sukuna's hand, but he held it high above his head, just out of your reach. a smirk danced on his lips as he wiggled the cookie teasingly. with a huff, you jumped to grab it, but he quickly moved it to his other hand.  

what followed was a game of keep-away, with you practically trying to climb Sukuna to get the cookie while he skillfully kept it out of your grasp. 

“c’mon, don’t be an ass.” you snarked, and he rolled his eyes, bringing the cookie down to your level. as you leaned in to grab it, he swiftly moved it away. again.  

you did the first thing that came to mind and smacked his chest with both hands, but he didn’t flinch. Sukuna chuckled as he shoved half the cookie into his mouth, raising his eyebrows at you.  

determined, you reached out to snatch the remaining cookie from his teeth. just before you could make contact, Sukuna’s hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you closer.  

“what the hell do you want from me?” you snapped, though your blush betrayed your icy tone. 

with one hand gripping your wrist, Sukuna used his other hand to pull the now slobbery cookie from his mouth. “give me a kiss, and I'll share,” he said with a sly grin.  

“w-what?” you stammered, your eyes widening in disbelief. “why would i do that?”  

“you fought so hard for this one cookie,” he said, gesturing at the sweet in his hand. “but there’s more in the oven. why go to such lengths for something so small?”  

“I wasn’t... don’t be rude,” you replied, your breath catching. okay, maybe you hadn’t needed to touch him as much as you did during the struggle, but you couldn’t deny that it felt good.  

“just speaking the truth,” Sukuna said, pulling you closer. “what, scared to give me a little sugar?”  

“no.” lies. 

“then go ahead, and you’ll get some of my treat.” he seemed to be reveling in the way he was making you blush, enjoying every moment of your embarrassment.  

“fine,” you said, leaning in to plant a kiss on his cheek. what you didn’t expect was for him to turn his face at the last second, catching your lips with his. a jolt of shock and electricity surged through you, both of you locking eyes in surprise. you were the first to pull away, your face burning red, and your breath almost completely halted. “what the hell was that?” 

“I said a kiss, not whatever chicken shit that was,” Sukuna shrugged, breaking the cookie in half and offering you a piece.  

no matter how hard you tried, your hand wouldn’t move to take the cookie. you stood frozen, staring at him in surprise.  

“aww, did I break your brain?” Sukuna teased, tapping his finger against the side of your head. “can’t say I'm not surprised that was all it took. must be pretty empty in there.”  

your lips pressed into a thin line, and you slapped his arm harder than you ever had before. “you’re such an absolute dickwad,” you snapped, delivering a second slap.  

as you went for a third, Sukuna grabbed your wrist and stopped you. “I wouldn’t suggest you do that again,” he said in a low, serious tone.  

“why, what are you gonna about it?” you shot back, your brows furrowed in anger. “are you going to hit a girl?”  

you half-expected him to give you a light shove, knowing him. instead of the physical contact you anticipated, Sukuna’s hands moved to your waist and lifted you with ease, setting you down on the counter and grabbing your arms roughly.  

before you could protest, Sukuna’s lips crashed into yours. it was the exact opposite of what you’d expected, sending shivers down your spine.  

“this is what you get for teasing me, brat,” Sukuna murmured against your lips. you sucked in a breath.  

god, you were still so annoyed with him, but the burning sensation spreading through your body was different from your frustration. his lips felt incredibly good against yours, almost as if they encapsulated yours. 

when his hands moved from your arms and gripped your hips, you embarrassingly let a moan slip past your lips.  

“ah, there it is.” you could feel him smirk before his tongue darted into your mouth. almost instinctively, your hands found their way into his hair, pulling him in deeper. 

the younger you that developed a crush on him was practically pumping her fist into the air in victory right now. 

you pulled away for a moment, catching your breath and telling him, “’m still annoyed with you.” 

“but is it getting better?” Sukuna gave you a lopsided smile, raising an eyebrow at your flushed expression. 

you didn’t want to answer, so instead you tugged him back into you, frustrated in more ways than one. with the amount of feelings surging through you, you nipped at his bottom lip a little too aggressively.  

while your mouths were a mess of tongues and pants, you fisted Sukuna’s hair in your hands and his own moved to grab your knees and push them apart. 

a shock split through you when you felt him palm your core through your pants. “Sukuna...” you moaned his name, already feeling intoxicated from his touch.  

“been wanting t’ see how innocent you were since the day you moved in.” Sukuna murmured, his hand rubbing against your heat harder. faster. deliberately driving you insane.  

“is this all you’re gonna do to figure that out?” you teased, panting into his neck at the friction his palm was creating on your clothed clit.  

“wanna find out?” he dared, and you nodded weakly.  

you were fully prepared to make a mess on the kitchen counter, impatiently waiting for him to make a fool out of you, even if it was a one and done thing. if it was just a point he wanted to prove you didn’t give a fuck.  

as the desire burned hotter within you, ready for him to remove every bit of your clothes... you heard a set of keys in the door.  

you quickly pushed Sukuna away, earning a chuckle from him, then jumped down from the counter and straightened your clothes. it had to be Yuji, you reminded yourself. you needed to look like you weren’t just grinding on his brother’s hand right in the kitchen. 

Sukuna leaned casually against the counter opposite you, watching as you scrambled to grab your discarded cleaning spray just as Yuji walked in.  

“Nobara was really grateful for the cookies. and if she says a few went missing, she’s lying,” Yuji said, shutting the door behind him. his gaze quickly shifted to you cleaning, with Sukuna watching from across the room.  

“the other cookies just came out of the oven,” you said, your voice coming out hurried and a bit strange.  

“bro, are you bothering y/n?” Yuji asked, giving Sukuna a disapproving look.  

without even glancing at him, Sukuna replied with a smirk, “yeah, I was bothering her real bad.”  

you choked on your own breath, coughing and blaming it on the cleaner fumes. “both of you. out of the kitchen. now,” you seethed, trying to hide the blush on your face as you ushered them both out.  

left alone with your own thoughts, you knew Sukuna just had to be doing that to get a rise out of you (which he did of course). he’d known about your crush, you told yourself, that was it.  

you tried to brush it off, chalking it up to him being a dick and wanting to embarrass you. but... what he’d said about wanting to do that since you moved in stuck with you.  

no. no Sukuna wouldn’t ever look at you that way. even if you so wished he would. 

fuck, you needed a cold shower—stat. 

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning

chapter warnings/tags: MDNI, NSWF, smut, oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, rough sex, degradation, no after care, slight non-con, after bruising, sukuna sucks during sex A/N: I never said Sukuna was gonna be a good guy yet... but that doesn't mean I don't plan to try and redeem him. Sukuna is an absolute toxic man at this point, so keep that in mind.

index part five | part seven

part five word count: 2,931

you couldn't quite figure out what had come over Sukuna recently. over the past few days, he seemed to be everywhere you were. after your kiss, he’d been noticeably kinder—or at least less overtly hostile—and he wasn’t completely avoiding you anymore.

“is it just me, or did someone kidnap my brother and replace him with a clone?” Yuji asked, watching as Sukuna offered you a bite of his food before retreating to his room to eat.

you shrugged, trying to play it cool. “probably, but I’m not complaining. if I can get through a day without being cursed out every other sentence, I’m all for it.”

“it’s just weird,” Yuji said, leaning against the counter and staring at the stairs as if expecting answers to materialize. “it’s like he only acts like this around you.”

his comment made your cheeks warm. there was no way he’d figure it out so quickly. “maybe he’s been sipping on some respect women juice?” you suggested with a smile.

Yuji’s face lit up as if a light bulb had gone off. “that’s it! I bet he found a girlfriend!”

you choked on your drink. Yuji’s theory left you sputtering, trying to regain your composure. “uh, yeah, maybe,” you managed to say, still a bit flustered.

Yuji’s excitement was palpable. “it makes sense, right? maybe he’s trying to impress someone.”

you forced a laugh, hoping Yuji wouldn’t press further. “sure, let’s go with that.”

Yuji seemed to accept this explanation, nodding to himself. “well, if it means he’s less of a jerk, I guess I’m okay with it.”

as Yuji wandered off, you found yourself alone with your thoughts, your mind racing. Sukuna's recent change in behavior was a puzzle, and while Yuji’s theory was amusing, you knew there was more to it. a darker truth, a deeper desire burning inside of your bones that would never dare admit to your best friend.

when sukuna emerged from his room later, his usual guarded demeanor was back in place, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes when he looked at you. it was a stark contrast to the rough exterior he usually wore.

“Yuji’s got a big mouth. could hear him all the way upstairs,” sukuna said gruffly, though there was no real malice in his tone.

you raised an eyebrow, playing along. “yeah, he does. but what’s this about you being a clone?”

sukuna smirked, a trace of his old self peeking through. “I guess I’ll have to keep you guessing.”

as he walked past you, his fingers brushed against yours, sending a shiver up your spine. you weren’t sure if you should push it with him, but you were aching to bring up the kiss. the way he spoke about wanting to see if you were innocent. the feeling of his hands on your hips – and the fact that you were ready to let him do whatever he wished. maybe if you just-

“you’re starin’ at me like I’ve got two heads, doll.” Sukuna’s voice cracked through your thoughts. he tilted his head quizzically at you, trying to read your expression with a smirk. “having a walking wet dream about me?”

“sukuna!” you hissed, whipping around to scan the living room, ensuring that Yuji and Choso were both well out of earshot. “don’t be so crass.”

Sukuna’s smirk only grew as he advanced, his presence forcing you against the counter. “looks like we’re right back to where we were a few days ago,” he drawled, his eyes glinting with mischief.

you felt a flush creep up your neck at the memory, the way it played so vividly in your mind as if it had happened just moments ago. “I thought you’d have forgotten by now.”

Sukuna leaned in, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, “if you find yourself feeling lonely tonight, you know exactly where to find me.”

a shiver jolted through your body at his words, and you had to clamp down on the urge to grab his face and pull him into a kiss right there in the kitchen. Sukuna’s low, rumbling chuckle echoed in your ears as he drew back, his eyes dancing with a mischievous glint. with one last, lingering wink, he turned and walked back to his room, leaving you to grapple with the heat of his words and the buzz of his presence still lingering in the air.

you felt like a machine, mechanically going through the motions to get ready to go to bed, the electricity still buzzing inside of you. you combed through your hair (with a little more care than usual), brushed your teeth (maybe a little to vigorously), and applied a lovely, scented lotion. sure, maybe you added some extra steps to your routine, and maybe you slipped on a cuter set of pajamas than usual.

but no matter how much you might have primped, you swore up and down that you wouldn’t be the one to make the first move.

as you lay in bed, struggling to quiet your racing thoughts and falling prey to fantasies that danced through your mind, you heard your phone buzz on the nightstand. you nearly leaped out of bed to grab it, a surge of anticipation and nervous energy rushing through you.

‘Kuna: you up?’

you couldn’t help but chuckle at the audacity of his text—so straightforward, so typical of him. a whirlwind of emotions churned inside you as you debated whether or not to reply. before you could make up your mind, your phone buzzed again.

‘Kuna: get up here.’

your heart skipped a beat. it was as if an invisible string had yanked you from your bed. without a second thought, you slipped out of bed, making sure to close your door quietly behind you. you crept up the stairs as stealthily as possible, the silence of the house amplifying each step you took. when you reached Sukuna’s door, you knocked softly, the anticipation making your pulse race.

when the doorknob turned, Sukuna swung it open, revealing himself in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. your hands were already trembling with nerves, the sight of him in such a casual state sending a jolt of excitement through you. “come in, welcome to my dungeon,” he said with a lopsided grin, stepping aside to let you enter.

as you stepped into the room, a wave of anxiety settled into your stomach. the space before you was one you had always been forbidden from entering—a room even Yuji hesitated to tread. the room was a stark contrast to the rest of the house, a sanctuary that seemed to exude Sukuna’s very essence.

“wow, I feel like I’m breaking some sort of rule by being in here,” you joked, trying to mask your unease as you took in the scene. the room was dark and moody, with deep-toned bedding and a set of weights casually thrown into one corner. heavy metal band posters adorned the walls, each one screaming Sukuna’s personality.

before you could comment further on the eclectic decor, Sukuna closed the distance between you, his hands gripping your hips firmly. he spun you around to face him, his lips crashing into yours with an urgent intensity. “been wanting to do that every damn day,” he growled, his voice rough with longing as he nipped at your lips. the fierceness of his kiss sent shivers down your spine, and all your previous anxiety seemed to melt away under the heat of his touch.

“why haven’t you?” you asked through kisses, your hands already coming around to fist the back of his shirt.

“damn brats all over the place.” he muttered, bringing his hands onto your face. you weren’t surprised by how rough and insistent he was being – your desire to just be touched by him overwhelmed you.

“well, you’ve got me all to yourself now.” you told him as his lips trailed from yours down your neck, biting the skin there and causing you to groan.

he didn’t respond, only guided you backwards until your legs hit the edge of his bed before you laid on your back. Sukuna leaned above you, looking down at you as you stared up at him. maybe, you told yourself, just maybe he was looking at you with actual affection.

“I told you I’ve been wanting to see how innocent you were, now I’ve got the chance.” Sukuna grunted as he dipped his head down to your neck again while his hands began to roam your body. everywhere he touched, everywhere he kissed, left a trail of fire that had your skin burning.

through your heavy, pleasured breathing, you grabbed his face to bring him up to kiss you – but he pulled away to dive into your breasts. you gasped at the contact, feeling him shoving the material up your body and roughly pulling it over your head. “Sukuna,” you squealed, wanting to cover up.

as your arms went to cover yourself, he grabbed your wrists and pinned them over you with one hand. Sukuna immediately latched himself onto one of your perked up nipples, sucking and nipping at them feverishly. when he bit a little too hard, you yelped out, only making him go harder at the sound.

you wanted him to kiss you, but every time you tried to connect your lips with his he buried his face elsewhere. his hand untied your silky shorts, shoving them down your legs. you might’ve thought nothing of it until you felt a cool breeze hitting your already dripping core. he’d taken your panties with your pants.

“Sukuna, maybe we should slow-”

“shh.” he interrupted, letting his grip on your wrist go before moving that hand to cover your mouth. “wanna taste you.”

with your eyes as wide as saucers, you watched as he nuzzled into your heat, quickly licking a stripe through your folds. your back arched and you moaned into his hand at the contact, wanting more. needing more.

as if your reaction told him all he needed to hear, he suddenly slurped up your juices loudly, his tongue diving into your pussy. “Skna,” you whined, muffled by his skin as you squeezed your eyes shut.

“taste s’ good.” Sukuna murmured as he devoured you. instinctively, your thighs began to squeeze shut, clenching his head between them. he didn’t even look up at you as he pulled up from licking you to spit on your clit before taking it between his lips, sucking hard and swirling his tongue around it.

he removed his hand from your mouth to pry one of your legs to the side, gripping it so hard you were sure you’d have bruises in the shape of his fingertips. “Sukuna, feel s’ good.” you rasped as he continued pumping his fingers in and out of you at a faster pace now, every suck of your clit sending you closer and closer to your orgasm.

just as you thought you were about to cum, and were close to warning him, he withdrew his fingers and his mouth, leaving you cold. “need t’ fuck you right now.” Sukuna growled, grasping your hips and flipping you with harsh speed so that you were on your stomach. he slid a hand under you, pulling your hips up so that your ass was in the air. 

“fuck, do you have a condom?” you asked, your body trembling with desire and a tightness in your gut from getting so close to your release.

“no, don’t use ‘em.” you wanted to protest, but you were so desperate for him to just put it inside of you.

you tried to turn your body, so that you could see his face, but his hand shot to the back of your neck and lower back to keep you in place. “stay still f’ me doll.” he groaned, and before you could plead with him to kiss you, you felt his tip teasing your entrance.

when the hell did he take off his pants?

while you weren’t inexperienced with sex, having a few flings over your college years, you were pretty sure it had never been like this. just as you were thinking he’d slowly enter you – just like your past experiences – you shrieked as he shoved his cock fully inside of you.

pain and pleasure seared through you as tears pricked your eyes. “you’re so – fuck – so tight.” Sukuna panted as he wasted no time in bullying his cock inside until it was kissing your cervix.

“you’re – mph – too big, Sukuna.” you moaned, trying to will your walls to stretch for him so that you wouldn’t feel the pain. “s-slow down.”

but he either didn’t hear you over his own pleasure, or didn’t care, because his pace only quickened. “that’s right, doll – hah – take my fat cock like the little slut you are.” Sukuna bit out, snapping his hips into yours with such force that you almost fell forward.

“Sukuna, please—” you whimpered, biting your lip in a desperate attempt to stay quiet. you could barely muster the words, but you needed him to kiss you, to slow down and be gentler.

the hand Sukuna held on to the back of your neck slipped around to grab your throat, pulling your body back to meet his pace. “takin’ it s’ well.” slap. “knew you weren’t innocent.” slap. “gonna be m’ dirty whore.”

with every dirty insult, you tried to tell yourself that he probably just had a degradation kink. he didn’t actually mean those things. with your body still at war between pain and pleasure, you felt him bullying your g spot with his cock and you arrived at the edge yet again.

“Sukuna – ha – slow down – mph – ‘m gonna cum.” you hiccupped, tears rolling down your face now at the stimulation your body was being put through. every time his tip hit your g spot you felt the wave start to crash over you. he didn’t slow down, sending you right over the cliff.

your vision went white as a blazing hot orgasm rocketed through you, your body spasming and clenching around his cock while you tried to keep quiet and not scream his name. even as you rode out your release, he continued bullying into you, harder and faster now as he relished the feeling of you milking him.

“that’s right, cum on this dick.” Sukuna barked, his grip tightening on your throat to the point you were beginning to see stars. his hips snapped into yours more forcefully, echoing lewd, wet slaps through the room as he neared the ledge as well, losing control of his thrusts.

just as you were about to tell him to pull out, since he wasn’t wearing a condom, you felt a twitch inside of you as he let out a loud groan. warmth spread through your pussy, coating your walls with his cum as he rutted into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” he growled out, slamming into you until he was absolutely drained of cum.

you both were panting heavily when he pulled out of you. “that was-” you started to say with a weak smile, until Sukuna practically threw a towel in your direction.

“here, to clean up.” he stated, using a washcloth to clean himself off before pulling up his boxers and sweatpants.

shame rushed through you suddenly. he didn’t even look at you as he went to take a drink of water, merely letting you clean yourself off as you felt his cum seeping out of you. you screamed at him in your mind to just look at you, to kiss you softly and help you clean up the mess he made, to hold you and caress you and to –

“’m gonna crash now.” Sukuna broke through your storm of thoughts, pulling back his blankets and climbing in bed while you still sat on the edge. “maybe you should go back downstairs, so it’s not suspicious in the morning.”

tears welled up in your eyes as you scrambled to put your pajamas back on, your movements hurried and frantic. “y-yeah, that makes sense,” you forced out, trying to sound casual despite the tears now streaming down your cheeks. you refused to turn around, unwilling to let him see you cry. “goodnight,” you mumbled as you opened his door and fled from the room, shutting it quietly behind you.

you stood in the hallway for a moment, feeling numb and disoriented, as if your legs were unable to move on their own. with a sense of zombie-like detachment, you made your way down the stairs, no longer caring about making any noise. you trudged into the bathroom; the fluorescent lights harsh against your tear-streaked face.

you grabbed a wet washcloth and began to clean up, your silent sobs almost breaking through. as you wiped your legs, a sudden sharp pain made you flinch. glancing down, you saw dark bruises beginning to form on your thighs, one set specifically looking like finger markings. panic surged through you, and you rushed to the mirror, your breath hitching as you saw a handprint emerging on your neck and a raw, angry bite mark between your neck and shoulder. the sight made your heart race, and your breathing came in shallow gasps, the reality of what had happened crashing down on you with brutal clarity.

when your head finally hit the pillow, your entire body aching and tears still rolling down your face, you found sleep quickly. and this time, there were no pleasant dreams to make you feel better.

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A/N DISCLAIMER: let me just clarify, this is NOT how sex should be unless both parties' consent to this level of degradation and roughness. if you're into that kind of thing and your partner is too, then by all means have at it! I took this from my own past relationship, and how it was, and I know it was never supposed to be like that. so please, don't think this is normal whatsoever. IT IS NOT. this is purely a work of fiction, and I would never tell anyone that this was okay.

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning

chapter warnings/tags: fluff, angst, mentions of physical harm (bruises and bite marks), choso is literally a protective sweetie, reader starts getting butterflies for choso A/N: I literally dream of Choso comforting me y'all, literally sweetie pie 😭

index part six | part eight

part seven word count: 2,410

you had been working tirelessly to dodge Sukuna as if he were a plague. considering your body felt like it had been ravaged by an actual epidemic—with sore, aching muscles and bruises that seemed to throb with every movement—it seemed like a reasonable strategy. whenever you knew Sukuna was in the kitchen or the living room, you’d retreat to your room, barricading yourself from his presence. for two days, your efforts had been successful.

with both Choso and Yuji off on their separate errands, you experienced a mix of relief and frustration. on one hand, their absence meant you wouldn’t be questioned about your strange behavior. on the other, it also meant you lacked any diversion from Sukuna’s looming presence. deep down, you knew you’d have to confront him sooner or later—whether to unleash your anger or break down in tears.

maybe you were at fault; after all, you had ventured into the situation knowingly. but you hadn’t anticipated things spiraling the way they did, and certainly didn’t want them to end so badly.

one thing you knew for sure – you didn’t deserve to be kicked out immediately after.

luckily for you, you had heard everyone leave the house just moments ago. the prospect of raiding the kitchen filled you with silent joy. with no reason to remain hidden, you wandered out of your room in casual shorts and a t-shirt, your growling stomach pulling you toward the kitchen.

you peeked into the fridge, trying to decide whether to eat Yuji’s leftovers or cook something yourself. yeah, you were definitely going for Yuji’s leftovers. you’d make it up to him later—maybe.

after reheating the food and settling down at the bar, you forced yourself not to look at the counter where Sukuna had previously placed you. the thought of it nearly spoiled your appetite with anxiety.

just as you began to enjoy your meal, convinced that luck was finally on your side, you quickly discovered that the gods had other plans.

how did you miss the sound of the door being unlocked? you froze mid-bite, your eyes darting up just as Choso walked in through the front door. he hadn't noticed you yet, and you quickly considered ducking under the counter to stay out of sight.

“oh, hey y’n,” Choso greeted with a warm smile as he spotted you. you must have looked like a startled possum, wide-eyed and frozen in place. Choso’s smile faded into a concerned frown as he noticed your stunned expression. “are you okay?”

you snapped out of your daze, trying to muster up a casual, cheerful demeanor. “oh, hey Choso! yeah, I’m fine. just didn’t expect anyone to be home.”

Choso chuckled and shook his head as he placed his keys on the counter and headed straight for the fridge, pulling out a bottle of water. “haven’t seen you out of your room in a while. have you been sick?”

sick, sure.

“um, yeah. I don’t really know what’s been going on with me,” you said, shoveling more food into your mouth. you hoped Choso would fall into his usual quiet routine and retreat back to his room.

but Choso’s attention was fixed on you as he moved around the bar. he gently tapped your forehead with the back of his hand, clearly checking for a fever.

“hm, you don’t feel feverish,” he said, looking thoughtful. “so maybe—”

you wanted to disappear when you saw Choso freeze, his eyes locked on your neck where the bruises, shaped like teeth and fingerprints, were unmistakably visible.

“did you—” he began to ask, but you leapt from your seat, cutting him off.

“it’s not what you think!” you blurted out, the words spilling out uncontrollably. however, standing up turned out to be a terrible decision. Choso’s gaze dropped to your thighs, where the bruises were just as evident.

you could see the horror in Choso’s eyes as he pieced together the disturbing sight before him. you knew exactly what he was thinking, and his reaction confirmed it.

“Choso, it’s—”

“who the hell did this to you?” Choso’s voice was filled with so much anger as he moved closer, reaching out for your arm. you braced yourself with a flinch, but his touch was unexpectedly gentle, like a warm caress. “y/n, why did you just flinch?”

“I know what it looks like, but I’m fine,” you stammered, trying to keep your emotions in check. despite your best efforts to keep your feelings contained, they were starting to bubble over.

“it doesn’t look like you’re fine.” Choso’s anger softened, and his tone became more compassionate as he continued to examine your skin for any other marks. you felt like a specimen under a microscope, unable to move as he inspected every visible bruise.

“I promise I’m fine,” you insisted, though you could feel the emotional dam inside you cracking.

“who did this to you?” Choso’s single, pleading question, delivered with such a gentle tone, was all it took. the lock on your emotions broke, and the floodgates opened wide.

the tears you had been desperately trying to hold back began to trickle down your cheeks, and as soon as Choso noticed, he pulled you into a tender embrace, resting your head against his chest.

“it’s my fault, I wanted to,” you cried out, your voice breaking as you buried your face in his shirt. the sobs came uncontrollably now, shaking your whole body. “I wanted to do it, I just didn’t know it would be like this. everything hurts now, and it’s all my fault.”

“shh, it’s okay,” Choso murmured soothingly, his hand gently stroking the back of your head. you could feel the rapid beat of his heart through his chest where your ear was pressed. you were desperate for him not to be angry, and the thought of him confronting Sukuna filled you with dread.

“it’s not supposed to be like this, right?” you asked through your sniffles, seeking some reassurance.

suddenly, you felt Choso pull back slightly, lifting your chin so you had to look up at him. the look in his eyes was intense, a mix of anger and concern.

“no. no, it’s not supposed to be like this,” Choso confirmed with a firm, unyielding tone. you nodded slightly against his hand, but he kept his grip steady, making sure you stayed focused on him. “listen to me—whoever did this should have asked you if this was what you wanted. whether or not you consented, if you didn’t want to end up like this… they should have asked.”

he was right, damn it. you knew he was right, but you were still lost. Sukuna hadn’t always been terrible—there were parts of him you had seen that were softer, kinder, that he didn’t show to anyone else. now, everything you thought you knew was under question, and you felt adrift, unsure of where to go from here.

“is this why you’ve been hiding in your room?” Choso asked, his voice filled with concern as he noticed your small nod. “you have to tell me, y/n. who did this to you?”

“why, because you’re going to beat them up?” you tried to joke, but the uncertainty in your voice betrayed your fear. you needed to know whether Choso would confront Sukuna. hell, the thought of Yuji finding out made you shudder.

Choso’s eyes grew dark, and his expression hardened as he stared into your tear-filled eyes. “yes.”

his answer was a heavy confirmation. you knew you couldn’t reveal the truth; it was a secret you’d carry with you forever.

“I don’t know,” you said, trying to sound nonchalant, though it was a weak excuse. you could see Choso’s wariness growing. “I don’t remember his name.” there, that was a better excuse for him to latch onto.

“we’ll figure it out,” Choso murmured softly, pulling you into another enveloping hug. the warmth of his embrace felt like a balm to your aching soul, offering the comfort you had been craving since that night with Sukuna.

his hug was like a cozy blanket fresh out of the dryer, wrapping you in a soothing warmth. you felt safe and secure within his arms. as you took a deep breath, the scent of lavender soap filled your senses. the calming fragrance overwhelmed you with a sense of peace, and you could almost imagine breathing it in again.

you pulled back suddenly, realizing how your thoughts were spiraling. once the comforting scent of lavender faded, a wave of anxiety washed over you. “oh my god, Choso, please don’t tell Yuji,” you pleaded, panic evident in your voice. you were increasingly worried about how your best friend would react.

“y/n, he’ll want to know what happened,” Choso urged, his hands gently gripping your arms as if to anchor you in place. “you can’t keep this from him.”

“yes, I can. I’ve managed to hide it for the past two days, and I can keep doing it until my skin heals,” you insisted, desperate to keep the situation under wraps.

“I’m telling him.”

“no, you’re not!” you countered, your voice rising in desperation.

“I am,” Choso said firmly. “either you tell him, or I will.” his expression was resolute, his tone leaving no room for argument. “let him be there to help you.”

“but I have you,” you argued, hoping that was enough to persuade him. when Choso shook his head, you sighed in resignation. “fine, I’ll tell him. but only if you promise to be there to stop him from doing something reckless.”

a hint of a smile twitched at the corner of Choso’s lips, as if he was trying to contain it. “if he knows who did this, I’m not stopping him.”

“ugh, you men and your bravado,” you teased, finally managing to wipe away the tears that had been staining your face. you knew Choso was right; Yuji would need to know, even if it was the last thing you wanted. it would only hurt him more if he heard it from Choso first.

“do you want another hug?” Choso asked quietly, his eyes scanning your face for any lingering signs of distress.

even though you felt better, you nodded. Choso pulled you into another embrace, his warmth a comforting balm against the chaos of your emotions.

what you hadn’t realized, however, was that Yuji had walked in just as Choso wrapped his arms around you again.

Yuji stood in the doorway, his expression frozen in shock as he took in the sight of you wrapped in Choso’s arms. the room seemed to freeze, the air thick with tension.

Choso’s embrace tightened slightly, as if trying to shield you from Yuji’s view. you felt a fresh wave of panic, realizing that your shortly managed secret was about to be exposed.

“y/n?” Yuji’s voice was a mix of concern and confusion. he stepped further into the room, his eyes darting between you and Choso.

you tried to pull away from Choso, but his arms remained firm, offering you a comforting presence. “Yuji, it’s not what it looks like,” you started, your voice trembling.

Choso finally released you, turning to face Yuji with a serious expression. “Yuji, there’s something you need to know.”

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once Yuji got it out of his head that something was happening between you and Choso, explaining everything to him went faster than it did with Choso, mostly because you’d already laid everything bare once. however, the real challenge was dealing with the aftermath.

Yuji was pacing the living room floor, his agitation palpable as he marched back and forth. you and Choso sat on the couch, your eyes tracking Yuji’s restless movements.

“I’ll kill him,” Yuji growled, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. “I don’t care who he is or how big he is—I’ll kill him.” his voice was a low, dangerous rumble. for what felt like the umpteenth time, you shook your head. you weren’t sure how he’d react if he knew it was his own brother.

“no one’s killing anyone,” you said firmly, but it was clear your words were barely registering with him.

“I’ll help you kill him,” Choso added, his tone supportive but firm. you swatted his arm in a half-hearted attempt to get him to back off, earning a surprised “ow” from him.

Yuji’s fierce determination seemed to waver as he suddenly stopped his pacing and knelt in front of you, taking your hands in his. his face was a picture of concern. “what do you need? are you okay? do you want some soba? maybe some dessert?” his words tumbled out in a rush, and you couldn’t help but smile. leave it to Yuji to offer comfort through food.

“Yuji, I’m okay,” you said, patting his head in a soothing gesture, like a mother comforting a child. his eyes remained locked on yours. “I’m maybe a little sore, but I’m okay now.”

“so you don’t want soba?” Yuji asked again, tilting his head like a confused puppy. that adorable, earnest look made it impossible to say no.

“if you really want to get soba, just say so,” you teased. Choso chuckled beside you, having already figured out that Yuji’s need for food was more about his own hunger than anything else. “but if you’re ordering soba, you might as well get me some too.”

“yes!” Yuji exclaimed, his face lighting up with determination. in a flash, his phone was out, and he was placing an order without even asking you what you wanted—no doubt already selecting your favorite.

“listen, y/n,” Choso said softly from beside you, catching your attention. his eyes were still clouded with anger, but his features were gentle and caring. “don’t go hiding in your room again. please, for me.”

“and for me!” Yuji shouted from where he was focused on his phone, not looking up.

the intensity in Choso’s eyes was something else entirely—a fierce protectiveness that sent a shiver down your spine and made your heart race in your chest.

“don’t worry, Choso,” you said, trying to lighten the mood. “I promise I’ll get back to nagging you about your music.” your attempt at humor made Choso smile—a wide, genuine beam that seemed to light up his whole face. he nudged his shoulder against yours affectionately.

“fine,” he said, still smiling, “I’ll let you pick the music if it makes you feel better.”

“really?!”

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warnings/tags: lil bit of angst, choso's feelings are starting to show, drinking games, reader is starting to get butterflies from choso A/N: just a simple plot chapter! we're closer to a little choso x reader action, and sukuna may react poorly... ( • ᴗ - ) also no matter if there's smut in the chapter or not, I will always use MDNI!

index part seven | part nine

part eight word count: 2,912

you had decided that this weekend would be the best one of your life. after all, it was finally time for the annual summer trip that you go on with Yuji and your friends every break; last year it was the beach, but this year the group vote was to stay in a cozy cabin in the woods with plans for hiking and exploring. but your favorite part was the idea of making smores and drinking around the campfire.

“Yuji let’s go! we have to get a move on!” you yelled up the stairs, your patience wearing thin as you waited for him to hurry. you heard a clumsy thud from above, followed by a series of frantic footsteps. Yuji appeared, hopping down the stairs on one foot while struggling to put his shoes on fast enough.

“jeez, mom, I’m moving as fast as I can.” Yuji quipped, nearly losing his balance but catching himself on the stair railing. “why am I the only one getting yelling at?”

he had a point. you turned back to the stairs and hollered, “Choso, we’re going to leave without you!”

convincing Choso to join this years trip had been a small miracle – and Yuji insisted it was because you asked him to. normally, Choso wasn’t one for group outings, often dismissing your friends as immature and obnoxious. it was a mystery to you as to why he agreed to come along this time, but you weren’t complaining.

you silently thanked your lucky stars that Sukuna wasn’t around when you’d asked; he had been off on a trip with his own friends this week, conveniently coming back after you guys had left. with the increased distance between the two of you, you were slowly forgetting the anxiety you had about what had happened, instead opting to focus on the joy of hanging out with Yuji and Choso.

finally, Choso came down the stairs, at a snail’s pace you might add, carrying a duffel bag and wearing headphones around his neck. “I’ve got my music queued up for when we get in the car, so don’t even think about bothering me.” he plainly told you and Yuji, his expression already showing signs of the annoyance to come.

“Aw come on Choso. what if I wanted to play I Spy with you?” you teased, poking him in the side to agitate him more – but it had the opposite effect. instead of swatting you away and groaning like usual, Choso merely smiled at you and shrugged away from your intrusion, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes.

by the time you managed to herd the two of them out the door, Nobara and Megumi were waiting by the car. Nobara was tapping her foot impatiently, her gaze sweeping over the three of you with a critical eye. “which one of you took the longest to get ready?” she demanded.

without hesitation, you pointed at Choso and Yuji, while they both pointed back at you. your jaw dropped in outrage. “hey! I was the one yelling at you two to get your asses downstairs!”

“doesn’t matter.” Megumi said with a sigh, rolling his eyes. “just get in the car so we can get moving.” he slid into the driver’s seat, with Nobara taking the passenger seat. you were left to squeeze in the back, wedged between Yuji and Choso. with a final round of groans and shuffles, you all took off on the journey.

being sandwiched between Yuji and Choso wasn’t the most comfortable arrangement, and there was absolutely no room to stretch out. Yuji, like a child, kept poking and pestering Nobara from behind her seat – this inevitably led to you getting caught in the crossfire, often receiving a swift swipe from the red head accidentally.

the drive wasn’t long, but it was just long enough to leave you feeling cramped and achy. you glanced over at Choso, who had his headphones in and his eyes shut, likely tuning out the chaos of the car. deciding to take a chance, you gently pulled one of the earbuds from his ear.

Choso’s eyes snapped open in irritation before he realized it was you. “can I listen too?” you asked, offering a hopeful smile hoping to persuade him.

he nodded, a soft smile spreading across his face. you took the extra earbud and popped it into your ear. to your surprise, Choso’s playlist was filled with lo-fi music – pleasantly surprising you. the gentle beats began to relax you, and you found yourself leaning against Choso’s shoulder, closing your eyes.

unbeknownst to you, Choso’s face turned a delicate shade of pink at the unexpected contact. he looked down at you, finding you utterly adorable as you sought comfort in his presence. his smile widened as he enjoyed the moment. just then, he noticed Yuji staring at him, eyes wide in disbelief.

“what the hell?” Yuji mouthed silently, his expression a mix of surprise and confusing.

Choso quickly mouthed back, “don’t know what you’re talking about,” before settling back into his seat and closing his eyes. even though he was eager for the car ride to be over, a part of him wished it would go on forever so he could savor your closeness a bit longer.

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you hadn’t meant to fall asleep, but the gentle shaking your shoulder woke you, and you realized you’d dozed off for the entire ride.

“y/n, we’re here.” Choso said softly, nudging you awake. as you blinked away the remnant of sleep and sat up, you stretched and tried to shake off the drowsiness. “I think you drooled on my shirt a little.” he added with a hint of amusement.

your eyes widened in alarm as you quickly glanced at Choso’s shirt, but there was no sign of drool. Choso’s laughter only made your cheeks flush with embarrassment. “don’t do that to me; I was about to feel terrible for sleeping on you.” you snapped, giving him a playful swat.

once you all exited the car, you took a deep breath and stretched your limbs, relishing the opportunity to pop a few joints. the cabin that stood before you was charming and cozy, exactly what you’d been looking forward to. the surrounding quiet was a welcome change from the car ride chaos. you mentally noted to thank Megumi later for using Gojo’s card to book the place – or perhaps thank Gojo himself.

Nobara broke the silence, questioning, “so, what’s the sleeping arrangement?”

“I’ll bunk with Yuji, and the rest of you can get your own rooms.” Megumi answered, a smirk on his face as Yuji beamed with approval.

“but Megumi, you booked the place.” you protested. “surely, you should get your own room.”

“don’t argue.” Nobara cut in firmly. “we get our own rooms.” you suspected that Nobara’s insistence was partly why Megumi had arranged it this way. while you loved her to death, her sometimes picky nature made you relieved to not be sharing a room with her.

the group entered the cabin, immediately splitting off to go find the bedrooms and place luggage inside. you chose a bedroom on the second floor, away from the action, perfect. if you needed a quiet moment, you knew you would be able to escape up here.

while unpacking your bag, you heard footsteps approaching up the stairs. curiosity piqued, you peeked out of your room to see who would be claiming the other room on the second floor. to your surprise, it was Choso.

he caught your eye and smiled warmly. “coming up here for the quiet too?” he asked, his voice gentle.

you blushed slightly and nodded. “yeah, you know how those three can drink and stay up late. I didn’t want to be kept up all night.”

Choso nodded in understanding and proceeded to the extra room to settle in, the door directly across from yours. you felt a wave of relief knowing that Choso was your neighbor up here. it was reassuring to have someone who wouldn’t be a nuisance, and thankfully, he didn’t have his stereo system from home to blast music all the time.

once everyone had settled in, you all regrouped in the kitchen, where Megumi and Yuji were taking charge of dinner. they were in full swing, cooking up a storm as they worked together seamlessly. Nobara, perched on a stool nearby, pestered them with a constant stream of corrections.

you and Choso, seated comfortably at the bar, watched the spectacle with amusement. Yuji had thoughtfully packed your favorite drinks in the cooler before you all left home, and you took a satisfied sip from the can. even though you knew that the weekend was likely to be filled with drinking games, you were just content to unwind and enjoy your alcohol responsibly.

as dinner came to a close, Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara set up a game of drunk jenga in the living room, their excitement building with every clink of a beer bottle. Choso and you decided to bow out; it was the first night at the cabin, and you wanted to wake up refreshed without a hangover tomorrow.

as the night progessed, the room was filled with the sounds of laughter and playful competition. you found yourself feeling blissfully content, sitting a little closer to Choso on the couch and relishing in the comfort.

“who do you think is gonna lose this round?” you asked Choso, your eyes fixed on Yuji as he came close to toppling the wooden tower over.

“hm…” Choso pondered, watching the game intently. after a moment, he said, “I’m betting on Yuji. he’s been a bit clumsy this round.”

“wanna make it interesting?” you suggest with a playful raise of your eyebrow. Choso’s eyes sparkled with intrigue, and he tilted his head slightly.

“what do you have in mind?” he asked, his tone light but with a hint of challenge. for a moment you thought you felt butterflies begin to flutter in your stomach.

“if I win, I get to steal your headphones for the drive back.” you proposed with a grin.

“sounds fair.” Choso agreed, pausing to consider his own wager. “alright then. if I win, you have to go to dinner with me when we get home.”

your stomach did a little flip at his proposition, and you could feel the butterflies taking flight. “how does that put me out?” you asked, your cheeks warming up as you felt the heat rise.

“you’d have to pay.” Choso said with a grin, noticing your realization. “and I eat a lot – maybe not as much as Yuji, but be prepared for a hefty bill.”

you groaned in mock frustration, but there was an undeniable thrill within you at the wager. “fine, but I’m taking you to a McDonald’s.”

“what’s not what I –” Choso started to protest, but his words were cut off by sudden, unexpected knock at the front door.

everyone in the room paused, their attention shifting to the door with a mix of curiosity and concern. Nobara’s brows furrowed. “who the hell could that be?”

Yuji stood up, slightly swaying but with an air of confidence. “maybe it’s the owner of the rental.” he suggested. as he made his way to the door, you noticed Choso’s hand reaching back toward you, a subtle protective gesture that warmed your heart.

with bated breath, you all watched as Yuji turned the doorknob and pulled the door open.

you’d seen plenty of scary movies, the ones where a group of friends go to a cabin in the woods and run into an axe murderer, but nothing could have prepared you for the jump scare you received when the door opened

“guys, look who decided to show up!” Yuji exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement as he gestured to the figure in the doorway.

“looks like my trip ended a bit early, so I thought I’d take my little bro up on his offer.” Sukuna said with a wide grin, his gaze sweeping over the room. his eyes landed on you, and his grin momentarily faltered before returning, albeit a bit force. he glanced at Choso, whose hand was still protectively reaching toward you. “Choso, didn’t think this was your scene.”

“y/n asked me to come along. I couldn’t say no.” Choso replied through gritted teeth. “didn’t think you’d show up either.”

Sukuna chuckled, making his way into the living room and sitting in a chair that, thankfully, was not next to you. “well, someone's gotta make sure none of you kids do anything stupid.” he said, his eyes lingering on you. you quickly looked away, feeling a flush of discomfort.

“we don’t have an extra bedroom.” Megumi stated calmly, though his body was visibly tense. you knew that Megumi and Nobara really didn’t like Sukuna, only tolerating his presence for Yuji’s sake.

“I’ll take the couch.” Sukuna shrugged, but his gaze remained fixed on you, making you feel increasingly nervous. “or I could share a bed if anyone’s willing.”

“the couch is fine.” Nobara said, her voice dripping with disdain as she caught the look Sukuna was giving you.

you felt like you couldn’t breathe the longer you could feel Sukuna stare at you. having Choso sitting between you two didn’t help much, considering he was beginning to act like your bodyguard making Sukuna only stare harder.

there goes your peaceful getaway.

as Sukuna settled into the living room, the tension became almost palpable. Megumi and Nobara exchanged uneasy glances, while Yuji of course remained unaware, but soon returned to their game.

you stayed put on the couch next to Choso, trying to avoid Sukuna’s lingering gaze. Choso’s presence was a small comfort, his protective demeanor evident as he subtly inched closer to you, his body language signaling he wasn’t happy with Sukuna’s intrusion either.

eventually, Sukuna leaned back in his chair, his eyes still occasionally drifting towards you. he made no effort to engage with the group’s activated, instead seemingly content to observe and occasionally interject with comments that seemed designed to provoke a reaction. Nobara was the easiest to rile up, and you heard her cursing at him every few minutes.

as if sensing the need for a break, Choso stood and stretched. “I’m going to grab a drink. anyone else want anything?” he asked. you took the opportunity to get up as well, eager to escape Sukuna’s wandering eyes.

you followed Choso into the kitchen, where he began rummaging through the cooler for another drink. “I’m sorry about this.” Choso said quietly as he handed you a drink. “I didn’t expect him to show up – honestly, I didn’t know Yuji invited him.”

you took a sip, appreciating the drink and Choso’s attempt to offer comfort. “It’s not your fault.” you replied. “I guess I thought this weekend was going to be relaxing.”

Choso shook his head, his expression shifting to one of mild annoyance. “I know he can be uncomfortable sometimes.” he admitted, his voice low. “he’s always been a bit… inappropriate around you.”

you nearly choked on your drink at his words. if only Choso knew the full extent. the thought of what would happen if Choso and Yuji found out about the bruises being left by Sukuna made your stomach churn. this was definitely not the time to reveal that particular little secret.

“actually, I appreciate the drink, but I think I’m going to head to bed early.” you said, your lips forming a thin line as you mentally cursed Sukuna for dampening your mood. you wanted to act like his presence didn’t bother you, but tonight, you didn’t have the strength to put on a brave face.

Choso’s hand gently rested on your arm, and his brows furrowed in concern, the tattoo across his nose wrinkling as well. “does he make you that uncomfortable?” he asked, his voice filled with genuine worry.

you couldn’t tell Choso exactly what you were feeling right now, so you just shrugged and gave a small weary smile. “nah, he’s just an ass. I’m just tired from the drive.” you lied, and Choso nodded in acceptance.

“I won’t let him ruin your fun, don’t worry.” Choso smiled softly, a gesture you couldn’t help but return as you set down your beer and rubbed your clammy palms on your pants.

“let me know who loses – I expect to find those headphones in my ears when we leave in a couple of days.” you teased, making him laugh, before you turned and made your way for the stairs.

Yuji caught your movement, shouting out at you, “y/n, you’re going to bed already?”

you paused at the bottom of the stairs, turning to give your best friend an apologetic smile. “yeah, just sleepy from the trip.”

you refused to acknowledge the fact that Sukuna was unabashedly staring you down, and you were unaware of Choso glancing between the two of you as you fidgeted with your fingers.

“if you need anything don’t hesitate to let me know.” Choso told you, making you look towards him. he offered you a smile, trying to make you feel better. “I’m right across the hall if you need me.”

oh boy, if only you knew how that made Sukuna’s blood boil.

you nodded your thanks, bidding everyone goodnight before almost rushing up the stairs. once you were behind a closed door, you let out a deep sigh of relief.

and all you had wanted was a peaceful getaway.

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warnings/tags: lil bit of angst, choso is slowly becoming our man, sukuna's a dick, suggestive themes A/N: not gonna lie, I'm not entirely sure I like this part (,,>﹏<,,) maybe it's just cause I know eventually the truth has to come out and we're getting there but if you guys like it that's what matters! sukuna is gonna keep that stick up his ass for a while longer, but choso is coming through in the meantime. (｡- .•) index part eight | part ten

part nine word count: 3,331

“all I wanted to do today was enjoy the hike, go for a swim, and then come back to roast marshmallows,” you pouted, leaning heavily against the cool kitchen countertop. the aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as Megumi and Nobara sipped their mugs, listening with amusement to your morning complaints.

“then all of a sudden, I hear this agitating, grating voice,” you continued, your annoyance building.

“if there’s no coffee left, I might just kill someone.” that voice sent an unwelcome shiver down your spine. Sukuna appeared in the doorway, looking like a creature dragged straight from the depths of hell.

“morning, Sukuna! did you not get enough beauty rest on the couch, or is that just your usual face?” Nobara teased with a grin, bravely challenging the morning grump. but you knew better; the morning version of Sukuna was not to be trifled with.

his eyes snapped toward her, a dark glint flickering in his crimson irises. that look usually spelled instant death, but luckily for Nobara, he merely grumbled something incoherent before snatching the coffee pot and pouring himself a generous mug.

“okay, everyone ready to go?” Yuji’s cheerful voice broke the tension as he strolled into the kitchen. he halted abruptly in the doorway, sensing the charged atmosphere. “Sukuna, are you coming too?”

Sukuna shrugged and nodded, an almost lazy gesture. “yep, figured you guys would need some muscle if a bear or something shows up to eat you.”

you rolled your eyes, already anticipating how his presence would cast a shadow over your fun and keep you on edge throughout the day. just as you considered feigning illness to avoid the trip, a warm hand settled on your shoulder.

turning to see Choso, you were greeted by his soft smile, which provided a momentary distraction from the tension.

“got everything you need?” he asked, his voice calm and reassuring. just then, a loud clatter echoed as Sukuna, irritated, dropped his mug into the sink, arms crossed tightly across his chest.

“yeah, I’ve got everything in my backpack,” you replied, focusing back on Choso. without hesitation, he reached down, lifting your bag and slinging it over his shoulder.

“you don’t have to carry it; I can do it,” you protested, trying to reclaim some independence.

Choso shook his head firmly, a determined look in his eyes as he gripped the bag’s strap. “no biggie, I’ve got it covered.”

“well isn’t that just so peachy of you, Choso.” Sukuna bit out from his spot, watching the scene unfold before him as his blood began to boil. “you know that’s not gonna get you in her pants.”

at his last sentence spoken, your entire body tensed. what the hell was he saying? no, surely he didn’t mean to allude to… no way. if he did, Choso didn’t seem to catch on, only ignoring Sukuna’s remark and taking your hand before pulling you from your seat.

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as the group emerged from the cabin, Yuji led the way with Megumi at his side, their laughter mingling with the fresh morning air. you strolled alongside Nobara, her energy infectious as you both matched each other’s pace. Choso chose to position himself behind you, his presence steady and reassuring, while Sukuna lingered at the back, the weight of his gaze making you acutely aware of his watchful eyes. you couldn't tell if it was Sukuna’s intensity that made you feel so exposed, but it sent an unmistakable chill down your spine.

“hey, I’ve got a question for you,” Nobara suddenly said, breaking the comfortable rhythm of your conversation. you had been chatting to distract yourselves from the uphill trek. “I know I can’t stand Sukuna, and neither can Megumi… but what’s really eating at you?”

you swallowed hard, a mix of needing breath and feeling a surge of nerves. “living with him has shown me he’s a bigger jerk than I expected,” you replied, skirting the edges of the truth without quite lying.

Nobara’s expression sharpened. “I’ve had my suspicions ever since you moved in. even before, he looked at you like you were just a piece of meat.” she met your gaze, and you offered a weak shrug, not wanting to dive deeper into the topic. “maybe I’m overreacting, but he’s been acting especially strange around you lately.”

“who knows? maybe he’s just dealing with some pent-up issues,” you said, hoping to steer the conversation away from uncomfortable territory.

to your surprise, Nobara reached out and intertwined her fingers with yours, her grip warm and reassuring. “you know, Yuji told us about… what happened to you.”

your heart sank at the thought of your pink-haired friend sharing your secret. “oh, he did?”

“mhm,” Nobara nodded, her tone shifting to something more serious. “if you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here for you.”

a wave of warmth washed over you at her kind offer. “thanks, I really appreciate it,” you replied, genuinely touched.

Nobara paused, her brows furrowing as if searching for the right words. you held your breath, silently praying she wouldn’t put the pieces together.

“has Sukuna… done something to you?” her question hit you like a blow, the air leaving your lungs in a rush.

fortunately, just as you were about to respond, Yuji called out from ahead, “we’re here!” his cheerful shout broke the tension, and both you and Nobara turned to see the stunning view before you.

it was breathtaking. a sprawling forest alive with vibrant colors and the sounds of chirping birds, framed by an almost otherworldly white mountain rising in the distance. below lay a sparkling lake that looked like it had been plucked straight from a painting.

“first one to the water is a rotten egg!” Yuji exclaimed, and without hesitation, Nobara tugged you along, her grip firm as she pulled you down a gentle slope, chasing after Megumi and Yuji. you were worried about stumbling or spraining an ankle but somehow managed to keep pace with her through the thick underbrush.

once the four of you reached the water’s edge, Yuji glanced back, impatiently waiting for Choso and Sukuna to catch up. Choso looked mildly relieved to see everyone safe, while Sukuna trailed behind, his expression a blend of irritation and indifference, as if the world had no right to intrude on his mood.

“everyone wore their swimsuits, right?” Megumi asked, already yanking off his shirt as Yuji followed suit, eager to dive in. you couldn’t help but envy the ease with which the guys could wear their swimsuits as shorts.

“on it, boss!” Nobara replied, finally releasing your hand so you could change out of your clothes. you were grateful you’d opted to wear your swimsuit underneath; the thought of trying to change in the dense brush surrounding you was daunting.

once you’d shed your shirt and shorts, you stood at the water's edge, watching as Megumi and Yuji splashed into the calm lake. your gaze shifted to Choso, who stood nearby with his hands on his hips, a faint blush coloring his cheeks as he stole glances at you.

“look at that, you’ve got him flustered,” Sukuna remarked from behind you, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

“what the hell is your problem?” you snapped, turning to confront him directly.

“whoa, calm down,” Sukuna laughed, raising his hands in mock surrender. “looks like someone needs to cool off.”

“Sukuna, don’t—” Choso began, sensing trouble, but before he could finish, Sukuna lunged at you. he wrapped his arms around your waist and effortlessly hoisted you over his shoulder.

“Sukuna! put me down!” you shouted, struggling against his hold, but he was already sprinting toward the water, dragging you along for the ride.

“time to go for a swim!” he declared, his tone gleeful.

the shock of icy water enveloped you as he leaped in, fully submerging you. when Sukuna finally released his grip, you kicked your way to the surface, sputtering and gasping for air. as soon as you broke through, Nobara was by your side, concern etched on her face.

“what the fuck?” Nobara hissed at Sukuna as she helped push your damp hair from your face.

“ah, lighten up! I was just helping her cool off,” Sukuna shrugged off her concern, rolling his eyes at what he deemed theatrics.

you shot him a glare as icy as the water around you, but you couldn’t shake the warmth lingering on your skin where his hands had just been—close to the same spots where bruises had healed not long ago.

“don’t you ever—ever—touch me like that again,” you growled, your voice low and intense. for a fleeting moment, you caught a flicker of hurt in Sukuna’s expression before he masked it with his usual smugness.

meanwhile, Choso was wading through the water, concern etched across his face as he approached you. he nudged Sukuna aside, determined to reach you as you stood shoulder-deep in the lake.

“are you okay? did you get any water in your lungs?” Choso asked anxiously, his hand gently resting on your arm beneath the surface.

“I’m fine,” you replied, finally tearing your gaze away from Sukuna to meet Choso’s worried eyes. “just didn’t hold my breath soon enough.”

the rest of the outing unfolded as you had expected. every time you began to enjoy yourself with your friends, Sukuna would swim over and ruin the moment. it was one thing when Yuji playfully dunked you, but the moment you spotted Sukuna approaching, you instinctively swam closer to Nobara or Megumi.

Choso chose to sit on the rocks, content to watch the chaos unfold, but deep down, he felt it gave him a better vantage point to keep an eye on both you and Sukuna. he couldn’t help but feel a visceral sting every time Sukuna got close to you, and after seeing your reaction to being touched by him Choso felt an anger bubbling inside of him.

it was clear that Sukuna was making you uncomfortable, but Choso couldn’t quite grasp why. sure, you had always seemed a little uneasy with his remarks, but you typically shot back with your usual wit, if not a sharper retort. so why were you suddenly shrinking away from him, your confidence seemingly slipping through your fingers?

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after a mostly silent walk back to the cabin, Choso observed as you disappeared into your shell, that familiar unsettling feeling creeping back into his gut. dinner was a quiet affair for you; you participated only half-heartedly, your eyes lighting up briefly when Megumi and Yuji stepped outside to start a fire.

once they were gone, you found solace on the porch, relishing the quiet that enveloped you. a cold drink rested in your hands, and you took several too-big gulps, hoping that it would help settle your frayed nerves. the air was fresh and calm, a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside you.

from around the corner, you could hear Yuji and Megumi exchanging flirty banter as they gathered firewood. their laughter made your heart swell with happiness, but it also ached with longing. you had wanted that joy for yourself—it was why you had played along with Sukuna’s teasing and advances. had it all really been for nothing but pain?

“hey, you seem quiet tonight,” Choso’s voice broke through your thoughts, making you jump slightly. you turned to see him leaning against the frame of the sliding door, arms crossed and a concerned look on his face. he had been standing there for a while, silently watching you.

once you acknowledged his presence, he shut the door behind him and moved to sit in the chair next to you, creating a small, comforting space.

“guess I’m just tired from the hike and swimming,” you replied, but deep down you knew Choso could see through your half-truths. he had an uncanny ability to read you like an open book.

he leaned in slightly, his fingertip gently tapping your temple, prompting you to look at him with a puzzled expression. he smiled warmly, his eyes searching yours. “tell me what’s going on in there,” he urged softly, his tone inviting you to open up.

“I guess…” you trailed off, searching for the right words to avoid revealing the real reason for your distress. “it seems like Yuji and Megumi are getting closer, in the best way possible, and I just… I want that. I want someone to look at me like that.”

as you peeked around the corner, your heart warmed at the sight of Yuji’s smile growing wider with every word that spilled from Megumi’s lips. Choso sat beside you, his gaze steady and observant, quietly taking in your reactions.

you hadn’t noticed how Choso looked at you—how his eyes held a depth of understanding and warmth that seemed to radiate whenever you spoke about your feelings. he was aware of your crush on Sukuna; it was something you hadn’t concealed particularly well over the years. in your moments of longing, you had overlooked the way Choso’s admiration glimmered beneath the surface, waiting for you to notice.

“you’ll find it,” Choso said, his voice soft and reassuring. you turned to face him, your heart skipping a beat as his intense gaze seemed to pierce straight through you, laying your soul bare. butterflies erupted in your stomach, but you quickly dismissed the thought—surely, that wasn’t what he meant.

“maybe,” you whispered, still trying to absorb the moment. you had been foolish enough to fall for one brother; the idea of risking your heart again felt ridiculous. right?

Choso’s fingers brushed against yours, resting on the arm of the chair, and a warm spark shot through both of you at the gentle contact. were you really that blind to the feelings around you?

just as you were about to speak, to finally voice the thoughts swirling in your mind, the sliding door swung open with a loud bang, startling you and causing you to jump in your seat. a chuckle from behind you made your heart drop.

“well, isn’t this just sweet?” Sukuna snickered, his mouth curving into a tight smirk.

“shouldn’t you be off somewhere scaring children?” Choso snapped, rolling his eyes at the intrusion. he couldn’t help but feel a surge of irritation. watching you retreat into yourself in Sukuna’s presence made him mentally curse the other man for making you feel that way.

“seems like the only person I’m scaring is y/n.” Sukuna responded with a tone equally as bitter. his eyes landed on you, watched as you tried to make yourself seem smaller, and he tsked. “not sure why, considering-”

“guys, fires going so come grab your marshmallows!” Yuji’s voice rang out, the saving bell to the heart attack you were about to experience. you quickly shot from your seat, desperately wanting to leave the situation laid in front of you.

but Choso had other plans. he rose from his seat with you, hand reaching out and roughly grabbing Sukuna’s shirt. you froze in place, watching Choso eyes go almost dark. “considering what?” Choso snarled, his brows furrowed in anger.

“what’s going on?” Yuji approached slowly. Megumi and Nobara followed, examining the scene before them.

“don’t worry about it.” Sukuna answered Choso with a wicked smirk. you realized this was his intent, to rile Choso up and start something you didn’t want to see finished.

“if you were thinking about disrespecting y/n, don’t.” Choso warned him. Yuji looked over at you in concern, and you felt Nobara’s hand gently rest on your shoulder.

your heart was racing in your chest, threatening to explode altogether. this couldn’t be it, right? Sukuna wouldn’t reveal something to everyone all at once – would he?

but as Sukuna grinned, his eyes lighting up with mischievous intent, you realized he could.

“considering that school girl crush she’s had. she’s probably like a cat in heat around me.” the atmosphere thickened with tension, and you could feel every heartbeat pounding in your ears. Sukuna’s smirk widened as he reveled in the chaos he had created. “what? you’re all so serious,” he taunted, glancing between Choso and Yuji, clearly enjoying the disruption.

Choso stepped closer, his jaw clenched tight. “you think this is a joke?”

“I’m just pointing out facts. isn’t that right, y/n?” Sukuna’s eyes locked onto yours, and the way he said your name felt like a threat. your breath caught in your throat as you considered what he might say next.

“don’t drag her into this,” Choso shot back, his voice low but fierce. you could see the tension ripple through him, the muscles in his arms taut as he stood protectively in front of you.

Yuji and the others exchanged worried glances, uncertainty etched on their faces. “maybe we should just—” Megumi started, but his words were cut off by Sukuna’s dismissive wave.

“why don’t you just admit it, y/n?” Sukuna continued, his tone condescending. “you’re the one who keeps giving me mixed signals. you want my attention but then shy away. what’s it going to be?”

before your brain could fully register the chaos unfolding, Choso’s fist connected with Sukuna’s cheek with a sickening thud that echoed sharply in the air. you stood frozen, helpless, as Sukuna stumbled back, shock morphing into anger as he cradled his face on the ground.

“woah, okay, everyone calm down!” Yuji shouted, rushing forward to position himself between his brothers. he raised his hands in a placating gesture, desperately trying to diffuse the escalating tension. “you both need to cool off. Sukuna, go somewhere else for a bit and figure out how to not be an ass. Choso… just go sit by the fire.”

Sukuna rose to his feet, fury blazing in his eyes. he shot you a glare that felt like ice, then turned on his heel, storming back toward the cabin and slamming the door behind him. the echo of the door slamming resonated in the silence that followed, leaving a heavy weight in the air.

Choso’s attention immediately shifted to you. he stepped closer, his hand trembling as it reached up to rest gently on your cheek. “are you okay?” he asked softly, concern flooding his gaze. you nodded, though the words were trapped in your throat.

“let’s go make some marshmallows, yeah?” Choso suggested, a tentative smile breaking through his worry. he took your hand, leading you toward the campfire where the others were beginning to gather, their expressions a mix of concern and confusion.

as you walked, you couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. this wasn’t what you had wanted—Choso didn’t need to defend you with a punch, you didn’t want to put your friends in an awkward situation, and most of all, you didn’t want to be haunted by the hurt that Sukuna’s actions had caused.

“I’m sorry for ruining the night,” you said quietly, glancing down as everyone turned their attention to you. the weight of their gazes felt heavy. “I didn’t want any of this to happen.”

Choso’s hand enveloped yours, offering warmth and reassurance, while Yuji’s expression softened as he looked at you. “it’s not your fault. we all know Sukuna likes to push people’s buttons,” he said, though you could sense the hollow comfort in his words.

“he shouldn’t have come,” Nobara added, rolling her eyes as she handed you a poker and a marshmallow. “if he hadn’t shown up, we’d be drunk and stuffed full of sugar right now.”

“can we… still get stuffed full of sugar?” you asked, a smile slowly creeping onto your lips, tentative but real.

Choso beamed at you, his eyes brightening. “of course we can.” he deftly skewered your marshmallow onto the stick, a playful glint in his gaze.

so there you sat, gathered around the fire, your friends doing their best to lift your spirits as you filled your gut with too many marshmallows. and feeling butterflies swarming every time your best friend’s brother smiled at you.

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warning/tags: choso confesses his feelings, lil bit of angst, mention of sex, mentions of prior trauma, suggestive themes, I have subconsciously picked a side, oops I don’t know when this will end A/N: little later than I intened to post, but here it is! I hope you all enjoy, I'll be diving deeper into choso x reader with more slight sukuna x reader in the background (one sided on his part). I'm currently over 2,000 miles away from home visiting my boyfriend so I'm not sure if an update will come this week or not, we shall see! (｡- .•)

index part nine | part eleven

part ten word count: 3,446

the next morning, a surprising calm settled over the cabin: Sukuna was gone. Yuji gathered everyone together, sharing the news that Sukuna had packed up and slipped away early, leaving only a brief text for his brother: a simple “see you at home”. you felt a twing of guilt, but it was overshadowed by the sense of relief that washed over you. 

Without Sukuna’s chaotic energy looming, the last day at the cabin unfolded exactly as you had hoped. more hiking, more fun, and more drinking around the campfire.

as the day came to a close, a bittersweet feeling settled in. you didn’t want it to end; the thought of returning home meant facing Sukuna again, and it also marked the approach of summer’s end. after a long, well-deserved hot shower, you tackled the last of your packing. finally, you slipped into bed, cozying up with a book while soft lofi music played in the background – Choso had rubbed off on you. 

just as you were getting lost in your story, a gentle knock interrupted your peace. you placed your bookmark and got up to answer the door. when you opened it, Choso stood there, dressed in gray sweatpants and an oversized black tee. his dark hair was half tied back, the rest falling messily around his neck. 

“can I come in?” he asked softly, and you nodded, stepping aside to let him in.

“what’s up? can’t sleep?” concern creased your brow as you studied him – it was unusual for him to seek you out like this.

“something like that.” he replied, offering a lopsided smile that made you feel a little lighter.

“well, come in and hang out then.” you motioned for him to sit on the bed, the comforting scent of his cologne wrapping around you as he passed. “I can’t sleep either. I’m not sure I want to go back tomorrow.”

“wanting to stay away from Sukuna a little longer, I assume?” he asked, settling into a comfortable spot. you nodded, and he chuckled softly. “can’t say I disagree with you there.”

you settled back onto the bed, the atmosphere in the room shifting slightly as the two of you exchanged glances. an unspoken tension hung in the air, a mix of comfort and something deeper that neither of you dared to acknowledge. 

Choso leaned back on his hands, his eyes wandering to the window, where rays of moonlight peeked through the blinds. “it’s been nice here, hasn’t it.” he said, his voice almost reflective. “I wish we could just stay forever.” 

“yeah, it really has been.” you smiled, heart fluttering at the thought of the moments you’ve spent with everyone. “no worries, no responsibilities… just us.”

he turned to look at you, his expression earnest. “you know, I think you’ve made this trip a lot more fun.”

your cheeks warmed at his words, and you shrugged playfully, trying to keep the mood light. “you call punching Sukuna in my favor fun?” the corners of your mouth curled into a teasing smile, but underneath, a flicker of tension lingered.

the air thickened with unspoken thoughts, and you both shifted slightly, a moment of hesitation hanging between you. Choso broke the silence, his voice softer now, almost hesitant. “I don’t want to push you to talk about it – but do you know why he was saying those things?”

you wished you could tell him everything – the truth behind Sukuna’s words, the confusion and hurt that tangled inside you. but while you were staying in their house, sharing their space, the words stuck in your throat.

“ah, you know how he can be.” you replied nonchalantly, trying to brush it off. “always trying to get under someone’s skin.”

Choso’s brows furrowed slightly, his gaze fixed on you with an intensity that made your heart race. “I just can’t seem to figure out why he seemed to be targeting you all weekend.” his eyes roamed your face, searching for any hint of the emotions swirling beneath the surface. he wasn’t blind; he felt the shift in dynamics, but the reasons escaped him.

you let out a nervous chuckle, the sound shaky as you tried to swallow the feelings building up inside. “maybe he’s jealous that I’m hanging out with you more than him.” you joked, but it was a half-truth. lately, you had found yourself gravitating towards Choso in a way that felt both exhilarating and terrifying.

Choso hummed in agreement, a knowing look in his eyes. “he did seem annoyed that you and I were together.”

“I don’t know why, but we’ll never be able to figure out his thoughts.” you shrugged, but as Choso glanced at you, a mixture of surprise and amusement flickered across his face. “what? did I say something funny?”

suddenly Choso burst out laughing, his cheeks tinged with pink as his head fell back. “y’know, I thought you might’ve noticed and just never said a word – but now I know you really haven’t realized.”

embarrassment crept over you like a warm tide. “realized what?” you asked, your mind racing to piece together some hidden meaning behind his laughter.

Choso’s laughter faded, replaced by a serious expression as he reached for your hand. his skin was warm against your palm, maybe even slightly clammy with nerves, as he held your hand gently in his. your heart started to pound in your chest – were you even really breathing at this point?

“man, even Yuji had realized. I’ll have to tell him he beat you to it.”

“what are you talking about?” your voice came out as a whisper, tinged with confusion as you tried to calm your breathing.

“why do you think I don’t seem to leave your side?” Choso asked softly, one of his fingers brushing your knuckles gently, sending a jolt of electricity through you.

the weight of his words hung in the air, each syllable loaded with meaning. your heart raced, and for a moment, the world outside faded into a blur. you could see it now, the way his eyes lingered on you, the way he seemed to draw strength from your presence.

“Choso…” you breathed, caught between hope and fear, your heart yearning for something you both seemed to want but were too afraid to voice. 

 “do you really not see it?” he asked, his tone soft but insistent. “I mean, I thought it was obvious.” he squeezed your hand gently, his thumb brushing over your knuckles with a tenderness that made your breath hitch. 

you felt a flutter in your stomach. “see what, exactly?” you managed, your pulse quickening.

Choso took a breath, his eyes steady as he searched yours. “how we – I mean, how I feel about you.” the confession hung between you, heavy with meaning, and the realization struck you like lightning. 

memories came rushing back, little moments you shared with him that should have set off some sort of alarm. he had a crush on you. but for how long? 

your heart raced as you processed his words, a wave of warmth spreading through you. “you… you like me?” you stammered, suddenly feeling vulnerable under his gaze.

“yeah.” he replied, a shy smile breaking across his face. “I’ve liked you for a while now. it’s just… easier to be around you. you make everything feel lighter.”

you felt a rush of warmth flood your cheeks. “I had no idea.” you admitted, your voice shaky yet filled with wonder. he liked you… he really liked you? 

Choso looked thoughtful for a moment, his fingers still entwined with yours, the warmth of his touch sending shivers through you. “well, I never really had much of a chance to show you how I felt. between you attached at the hip with Yuji and your long-term crush on Sukuna, it never felt right.”

you groaned in annoyance, rolling your eyes, cheeks flushing with embarrassment. “ugh, don’t remind me. that’s done and over with, in the past.” the mere mention of Sukuna brought back memories you’d rather forget, and you felt a wave of frustration wash over you.

Choso shifted awkwardly, his eyes darting away for a brief moment before returning to yours, a mix of shyness and determination flickering in his gaze. he desperately wanted to ask what had changed, but he held back. now wasn’t the time to dig into the shadows of your past; he was finally getting you to open up, to see what had been right in front of you all along, and he didn’t want to jeopardize that. 

“I hate to ask, but do you… do you maybe feel the same way?” his voice was barely above a whisper, almost timid as if he feared the answer.

your thoughts spun, pulled from the depths of uncertainty back to the warmth radiating from him. you looked at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes, almost pleading with you to let him down gently if you needed to.

“to be honest… yes. maybe.” you bit your lip, searching for the right words. “I feel something, I know that much. I guess I haven’t allowed myself to think on it. I mean, I’m living with you and your brother, who also happens to be my best friend.”

the reminder of Sukuna weighed heavily on your thoughts, already tainting the idea of “best friend’s brother”.

taking a deep breath, you watched as hurt flickered across Choso’s face, and a pang of regret tugged at your heart. “but, I’m willing to think about it. is that okay?”

a spark of hope ignited within Choso, and a tentative smile broke through his shyness, lighting up his features. “of course, take all the time you need.” his voice was soft but firm, as if he wanted to reassure you that there was no pressure.

“just know that I don’t want you to wait for me.” you continued, nudging your shoulder playfully against his. “I’m sure there are plenty of women out there vying for your attention.

Choso’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of pink, and he shifted, his gaze dropping to the ground for a moment before he met your eyes again. “none that compare to you.” his words were simple, yet caused a flutter in your stomach. 

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just like last time, you were nestled in the backseat between Yuji and Choso for the drive home. and as promised Choso passed his earbuds over to you, smiling warmly when you offered him one to share. 

since your conversation last night, you’d been watching him carefully, taking notice of his actions that used to seem so normal and now showed his true feelings. you’d have to corner Yuji and interrogate him when you got home. but it was nice – the feeling you got around Choso. 

Sukuna hadn’t ever really pursued you, not like this, and everything had mostly felt one-sided until that fateful night. 

you had a lot of thinking to do; you’d pursued one brother already, what kind of person would you be if you went after the other? then again, no one knew about what had happened between you and Sukuna, so only you would have to answer to yourself. 

besides, you knew Choso was different from his not-really-brother.  

you fell asleep on Choso shoulder on the drive home again, this time not worried about any awkwardness that might arise when you woke up. his presence comforted you, along with the lofi he’d recommended for the ride. because of him, you hadn’t thought about what might happen when you made it home.

but you should’ve known better. not all peace can last.

you were mortified – no scarred – to be the first one in the door of the house to find Sukuna and another woman… fornicating… on the couch in the living room. Yuji and Choso bumped into your back, almost protesting your sudden stop until they too saw what you were witnessing.

Yuji grabbed your hand, yanking you back outside and slamming the door behind him to alert Sukuna of your presence. 

“did you not tell him we were on the way back?” Choso demanded of Yuji, his face contorted in with annoyance.

“I swear I did! I even gave him out eta!” Yuji exclaimed with bright red cheeks. you could only stand, frozen, staring at the wooden door in front of you as if you could still see what was going on behind it. Yuji’s hands came down on your shoulders, concern crossing his features. “are you okay? jesus, I’m sorry you had to see that.”

“I think I might throw up.” Choso groaned and rubbed his face. 

before you could respond to Yuji, the front door opened again, revealing Sukuna with at least his pants now on. he didn’t show any remorse, or embarrassment, as he merely smiled directly at you and ignored the other two. 

“didn’t hear you come in.” Sukuna told you, his smirk causing you to grit your teeth in frustration. “or, didn’t really care is more accurate.”

“you couldn’t have warned us?” Yuji questioned.

Sukuna ignored Yuji, stepping down one stair to get closer to you. “did ya like what ya saw?” you felt Choso’s body still next to you, probably fighting the urge to punch him again.

with the confession you’d received from Choso last night, you felt a surge of sudden confidence course through you. you wanted to wipe that smug look off of Sukuna’s face. “not really, it was kind of small.” you managed to bite out.

you might not have held it together, had Yuji not burst into laughter at your words. Choso felt an extreme sense of pride in you as he heard your old self resurface to take Sukuna down a peg. but Sukuna, however, only felt frustrated, maybe hurt, and surprisingly embarrassed.

the eldest brother merely tsked at you, turning on his heel to retreat into the house. Yuji and Choso both congratulated you for handling yourself, but you only felt hot all over – you knew you’d lied, Sukuna knew it, so why didn’t he push back? 

the three of you waited outside for a bit longer, only entering when you deemed it safe. there was no sign of the white-haired woman from earlier, and you assumed that Sukuna had taken her upstairs to his bedroom. 

you had always known Sukuna to be a bit of a player… so why did you now feel sick to your stomach at the thought of him with another woman?

throughout the afternoon and well into the night, your mind was a relentless whirlwind, circling back to that infuriating smirk he wore when you caught him in the act. why was it bugging you so damn much?

after Choso and Yuji had gone to bed, you quietly slipped into the kitchen, seeking solace in a pint of double fudge ice cream. you had nearly devoured half a pint when you heard the unmistakable sound of a door creaking open and shutting upstairs, followed by heavy footsteps descending. 

“eating your feelings, huh?” Sukuna’s voice broke through the stillness as he rounded the corner, catching sight of you in your pajamas, chocolate smudged all over your mouth.

you swallowed the mouthful you had just taken, frantically wiping at the mess with a napkin. “I don’t have feelings to eat away, actually. are you projecting your issues onto me, Sukuna.” you were taken aback by your own defiance; it felt strange to stand your ground against him again.

he chuckled, plucking a spoon from the drawer before leaning over and stealing a bite of your ice cream. you shot him a glare, surprised by his audacity. did he really think things could back to how they once were?

“nope. just ran out of stamina earlier and needed a boost.” there it was again – his infuriatingly arrogant demeanor, as if he thrived on getting under your skin.

“what, did your girlfriend leave already?” you shot back, attempting to keep your voice steady.

Sukuna paused, holding up his index finger as if to half the insults swirling in your mind. “first, she’s not a girlfriend. probably won’t see her again. second, she left while you were hiding in your room.”

the thought struck you like a lightning bolt: did you hurt her the way you hurt me?

it wasn’t until you caught the stunned expression on Sukuna’s face that you realized the words had slipped out before you could reign them in. the shock in his wide eyes mirrored the warmth creeping up your cheeks. there was no taking it back now. with the house quiet and your heart racing, a surge of courage rose within you, pushing you to confront the truth.

“did you hurt her the way you hurt me? did you leave bruises, bleeding bite marks, everything that you made me deal with after you kicked me out?” oh god, it was word vomiting out of you at this point – everything you’d held back, shoved so deep into your soul and fought to conceal surfaced in a fit of rage you could no longer contain.

you pressed on, your voice rising slightly. “did you toss a towel at her and tell her to leave too? did you show her any sign of care or emotion, or was I the only one denied that kindness?”

“Now wait a minute-”

“did you ever ask what she wanted?” you shouted, fists clenched at your side, the ice cream forgotten as it topped off the counter and began to drip and melt into a puddle. the mess mirrored your internal chaos, but you were too consumed by anger to care.

Sukuna only stared. that was all he could do, and it pissed you off more than if he’d said something else. his eyes were wide – you assumed from surprise that you were fighting back. 

unbeknownst to you, you were wrong. that glimmer of surprise you saw was Sukuna trying to replay that night, searching his memories for what he’d done wrong. had you not enjoyed it? had he not… done it right? done right by you? 

as he finally opened his mouth to say something, you held up your hand to stop him. “y’know, I don’t really want to hear it. you’ve been an ass ever since then; I almost gave you the benefit of the doubt, but you fell off the face of the earth around me. I’m going to bed – finish that ice cream if you want.”

you stomped off to your room, leaving a stunned Sukuna standing frozen in the kitchen, his brain fighting to comprehend the words you’d just hurled at him. it wasn’t until your door had slammed shut that he snapped out of it. he shook his head, trying to recollect himself before going back to his room, deserting the mess of ice cream on the counter. 

he’d only done what others had enjoyed in the past. in the moment, he thought you enjoyed it too. was he supposed to do something different? is that why you’ve been so angry with him? he’d chalked it up to you wanting to put on a front in the eyes of everyone else, but this past weekend had proven him wrong.

when he had seen how comfortably you leaned into Choso, how you seemed to pull away in favor of the younger brother, it had struck a nerve deep within Sukuna. it felt like a dagger twisting in his chest, and the realization that you might have tossed his aside sent a surge of jealousy through him. 

that’s why he had exploded in anger this weekend, lashing out with hurtful words that hung in the air like smoke. he couldn’t shake the feeling that you had chosen someone else over him.

as his thoughts spiraled into chaos, he climbed the stairs, each step heavy with conflicting emotions. reaching the top, he found the other half of the problem standing in the doorway opposite of his. when Sukuna’s eyes locked with Choso’s, he was met with a look of darkness, an unsettling mix of disappointment and anger that spoke volumes without a word.

“so, you heard all that, huh?” Sukuna managed to say, his voice barely a whisper, the pain evident in each syllable. it was a simple question, but it carried the weight of everything unsaid.

in response, Choso simply slammed his door, the force reverberating through the hallway and rattling the walls.

down in your room, completely unaware of the storm brewing above, you assumed it was Sukuna who had slammed his door in frustration. little did you know, the tension had escalated to a point where your carefully guarded secret was on the brink of being blown wide open.

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If you read my Hunter x Hunted JJK…

part eleven of Hunter x Hunted coming out tonight (CDT) 🥳🥳

time for some you Choso girlies to get reaaaaal excited 😉

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warning/tags: first date, swearing, oral (f receiving), p in v penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it y'all), aftercare!!!, longer chapter oops, yuji is sweetie, lil bit of itafushi! A/N: this chapter is MUCH longer than my usual but I love Choso so much and I had so much I wanted to do in one chapter (*꒦ິ꒳꒦ີ)♡ but I think you Choso girlies will LOVE IT.

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part eleven word count: 5,313

Choso gave himself a week -  a week filled with contemplation and mulling over the heated conversation he’d overheard between you and Sukuna. he wrestled with his emotions, fully aware that he couldn’t accidentally misdirect his anger towards you. it was tempting to confront Sukuna directly, to unleash his pent-up anger with another punch, but deep down, he knew that wouldn’t be what you needed or wanted.

since your spat in the kitchen with Sukuna, you seemed to have found a new sense of confidence. you were no longer fearful of running into Sukuna at home, your sharp remarks had become frequent again – if only he had the chance to see them.

after you’d knocked him down a peg, Sukuna had retreated into his own world, either locking himself away in his room or disappearing for days on end. you’d noticed the occasional sounds of Sukuna stumbling in, his drunken state letting everyone know he was home as he crashed into walls. but you’d never heard another set of footsteps with his.

guess he really did never call that woman back.

in stark contrast, Choso had become a more constant presence in your life. he would often surprise you with coffee or settle in to watch movies together, something that felt surprisingly comfortable. he had even started to tag along on outings with you and Yuji. Choso’s shift didn’t go unnoticed by Yuji, who seemed all too eager to poke fun.

“so, have you trained your lap dog?” Yuji teased one evening as you both sat over your empty dinner bowls, his grin wide and mischievous.

you rolled your eyes, half-exasperated. “he’s not my lap dog, Yuji. and your constant jokes are only making things more awkward for him.”

“come on, Choso sees right through me. plus, he’s already laid his cards on the table about how he feels, so what’s the harm?” Yuji replied, resting his chin in his hands as he leaned forward.

“how do you feel about it?” you pressed, genuinely curious. Yuji’s approval meant the world to you – if he felt even a hint of discomfort, you’d have to reconsider everything.

Yuji paused, but despite your anxiety, he kept a smile on his face. “honestly? I’m just glad it’s not Sukuna.” he said, a low blow that stung, even if he didn’t realize it. “yeah, he’s my half-brother, but Choso’s a decent guy. after some of the lame dates you’ve had, you deserve something good – even if it’s him.”

you studied his face, seeking further reassurance. “so it doesn’t bother you at all?”

“as long as I don’t walk in on you two fucking on the couch, I’m cool with it.” he said, and you nearly spit out your water in surprise.

“we – I mean, I haven’t even told him how I feel yet!” you sputtered, breathless with embarrassment. “you’re jumping way ahead!”

Yuji burst into laughter, a sound so loud it seemed to shake the walls. “I’m just sayin’, if that’s what you want, then go for it.”

determined to shift the focus back to him, you smirked. “as long as I don’t walk in on you and Megumi fucking on the couch, I’m happy too.”

his laughter cut off abruptly, and you watched as a deep blush spread across Yuji’s cheeks. “you… you know?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

“oh, come on. after that weekend at the cabin, it was pretty clear something was going on. you were practically starry-eyed around him.”

“I thought I was hiding it well.” Yuji grumbled, rubbing the back of his neck, flustered. “and, you’re okay with it?”

your expression softened, and you leaned across the table to take his hand in yours. “of course I’m okay with it. I’m extremely happy for you.”

if you believed Yuji deserved happiness, then maybe it was time to let yourself embrace the same possibility.

-

so that’s exactly what you did. when you’d returned home that night from dinner, a surge of determination propelled you straight to Choso’s room. with purpose in your steps, you knocked on his door and asked him out on a date, not allowing a single moment for nerves to creep in.

the moment the words left your mouth, a radiant smile spread across Choso’s face, lighting up his features as he eagerly accepted your invitation. 

and now, the anticipated night of the date had finally arrived. despite the fact that you had taken the initiative to ask him out, Choso had gone above and beyond planning every detail of the evening. he wanted to give you a date that was not only fun but also relaxed, easing you into something new. 

as he waited downstairs, Choso’s excitement was palpable, and he was determined to make this the best date ever. the only instruction he’d given you was to dress comfortably, opting for something you could easily move in – a hint that intrigued yet puzzled you.

when you finally arrived at your destination, your confusion turned to astonishment. “rock wall climbing?” you echoed, staring wide-eyed at the towering walls adorned with multi-colored faux rocks. “you’re really making me work for my dinner, huh?” 

Choso laughed softly beside you, his hand resting reassuringly on your back. “it’s a great way to blow off steam and help you get out of your head.” he explained, his tone warm and encouraging.

he gestured toward a nearby bench for you to sit while he stepped away to retrieve climbing shoes from the employee at the front desk. as you watched him walk off, you felt a mix of nervousness and excitement wash over you at the unexpected adventure.

Choso returned, carrying a pair of climbing shoes in his hands. he knelt beside you, taking it upon himself to help you slip them on. “these will give you a better grip.” he explained, his fingers adjusting the straps. the closeness of the moment sent a flutter through you, and you couldn’t help but smile when his hand closed around your ankle to steady your foot.

once you were both geared up, Choso led you to the base of the wall. he pointed out various routes, all marked with different colors. “you can choose any of these.” he encouraged, before pointing to the ones labeled with a white sticker. “these are the easier ones.”

“are you trying to take it easy on me?” you teased, raising an eyebrow.

“not at all.” he replied, a playful grin tugging at his lips. “I just want you to have fun, and that means finding a challenge that suits you.”

taking a deep breath, you approached the wall, your heart racing with a mix of excitement and apprehension. there were no harnesses or ropes to hold you up, but you felt the mat underneath your feet to find it was plush and bouncy to prevent fall injury. as you reached for the first hold, Choso stood close by, ready to offer support. “you’ve got this.” he told you, his voice steady and reassuring.

with each move, you felt the initial tension in your body start to fade, replaced by a sense of accomplishment. you focused on the next hold, then the next, and the one after that. as you climbed higher, you could feel Choso’s eyes on you, and it fueled your determination.

Choso couldn’t lie, he was trying so hard to keep himself from staring at your ass in your leggings. he was proud to see you confidently trying something new – and even though he was glad it was him that got you there, he was also glad for the view.

“see, you’re doing amazing!” he encouraged, clapping as you reached a challenging point. 

the exhilaration surged through you as you finally pulled yourself to the top, a rush of triumph flooding over you. you looked down at Choso, who was beaming with pride. “I made it!” you shouted, laughter bubbling up as you took in the view.

“now, just climb back down. if you need to jump you can.” he called back, his eyes sparkling with excitement.

getting down was the hard part – you managed to get halfway back before you couldn’t really figure out which step was next. your body also wouldn’t allow you to jump, even though Choso reassured you that it was safe the primal fear was taking over. 

“I need some help, I really don’t think I have the courage to jump.” you told him, frozen in place as your arms started to wobble slightly. 

“I’ve got you, hold on.” Choso rushed over to place himself beneath you, reaching up to help. 

he’d meant to aim for your hips, but you were just out of reach. holding your feet would do no good, so he did something he had wanted to do anyway. 

you felt his palms on your ass in support, and your face warmed at the contact. 

Choso was trying hard to stay focused on the task at hand. with the plush skin beneath his palms, he was beginning to get flustered, wanting to give the lightest squeeze but holding himself back. “I’ve got you, let’s get you lowered down.” 

once back on solid ground, you both shared an awkward laugh, adrenaline and blush still pumping. “I can see why you picked this.” you said, still catching your breath. “you just wanted to stare at my butt the whole time.”

his face turned a bright crimson. sheepishly, he rubbed a hand over his flushed cheeks, trying to cover his embarrassment. “that was not the point.” he muttered, glancing away with a mix of discomfort and amusement.

“no, it’s okay.” you replied, your tone playful as you nudged his shoulder gently with yours. “I’m just surprised you copped a feel on the first date.”

Choso groaned, his expression shifting to one of exasperation. “you’re making it so much more embarrassing than it needs to be.” he protested, his voice tinged with a laugh despite his attempts to be serious.

you laughed freely, fully aware that you were having fun at his expense, but it was all in good fun. the humor at the moment wrapped around you, and you genuinely weren’t bothered by it. in fact, you considered that any other guy in that situation would have likely taken the opportunity to sneak in a squeeze. and if Choso had done just that? you couldn’t deny that the thought made your heart flutter a little.

the two of you spent another hour climbing, and by the end of it, Choso didn’t stop himself from looking at your ass anymore. 

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you were exhausted by the end of the night. 

the date had surpassed your expectations. your heart had fluttered incessantly, and your laughter bubbled up so easily. you found yourself blushing more than you ever had on any other date. was this what it felt like to truly enjoy someone’s company? the feeling was intoxicating. 

despite the late hour, sleep eluded you. you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your heart still thrumming loudly in your chest as if you couldn’t settle down. the thought that your date was also your roommate added an exhilarating twist. you could almost imagine him right upstairs.

curiosity nagged at you, and after a moment’s hesitation, your slipped out of your room and padded quietly upstairs. with a soft knock at his door, your pulse quickened in anticipation.

when Choso opened the door, a rush of adrenaline surge through you. “hey.” you said, your voice barely above a whisper, a smile creeping onto your face.

“couldn’t fall asleep either?” he asked, his eyes brightening as he stepped aside to let you in his room. the glow of his tv illuminated the room, a paused video game on the screen.

you made your way over to his bed and flopped down, sinking into the comfort of the blankets. Choso joined you, grabbing the controller as he resumed his game. you watched him intently, captivated by the way his fingers moved deftly over the buttons, effortlessly dispatching waves of zombies on the screen.

you wondered how skilled those fingers really were.

part of you knew that you should shake that thought from your head, but it was persistent and took root. you tried telling yourself that the last time you’d found yourself in one of the brother’s rooms, it didn’t end up so well for you.

“want to give it a try?” Choso’s voice broke through your thoughts, pulling you back to the moment.

“only if you promise not to laugh when I keep losing.” you replied with a playful chuckle, reaching for the controller. “is it really hard?”

“it’s not too tough to pick up, especially in the beginning. the first few levels are pretty easy. I can help you out when things get tricky.” he said, his hands covering yours on the controller. one of his fingers nudged yours towards a button. “this one’s for dodging…”

you focused intently as he continued to explain the controls, demonstrating how each button worked and how to coordinate everything. his hands felt warm over yours, and every time he pressed your fingers down, a delightful spark raced through you, sending a flutter to your heart. the closeness felt electric, heightening your awareness of every little interaction, and you found yourself completely absorbed in both the game and the moment. 

warmth radiated from Choso’s body as he sat close, watching you try (and fail) to get as far as he did in the game. maybe you lacked the skill – or maybe you were distracted. your mind kept homing in on a single train of thought as you tried and tried and tried to get a win; he was right here, within reach, and your body was aching for contact. 

you gently tossed the controller down on the bed with a thud, giving up entirely with a frustrated sigh. “well, I’m accepting my defeat now before I get more embarrassed.” you huffed and blew a strand of hair from your face.

“ah, you’ll get it eventually.” Choso smiled, scooping up the controller, brushing his hand against yours in the process. “we’ll have just to keep practicing.”

“do you really want to suffer through that?” you gave him a teasing smirk – you were sure he’d say no, that he’d kick you out of his bedroom now to avoid the further headache of trying to teach you…

“it’s not suffering if I’m with you.” he almost whispered it. when the softness of his voice graced your ears, a shudder went down your spine. “I can’t imagine ever feeling that emotion when you’re around.”

your face slowly burned at his words. part of you couldn’t imagine he felt that way, and another part wanted to pounce on him from an overflow of cuteness aggression. “I don’t know, I’ve been told I can be pretty insufferable.” you chuckled, but your heart was racing, almost begging him to deny it again.

“whoever told you that is a dumbass.” Choso scoffed, and you were ready to throw back another joke until you could feel him scoot over on the bed – just enough that his shoulder was fully pressed up against yours. “you’re many things… insufferable is not one of them.”

“then what else?” you couldn’t stop yourself from asking. was it wrong to want to be showered in compliments? especially by someone as caring as Choso? no, no this was a normal human reaction you were experiencing.

and it seemed Choso was reacting as well. you took note of the blush rising onto his cheeks as he pulled his lip between his teeth and averted his gaze. with bated breath, you watched as he opened his mouth to speak. “if I started listing things we’d be here for days.” he answered you, and you damn near melted.

“Choso…”

“I know, that was cheesy.” he let out a light laugh as he shook his head. “but, it’s not a lie.”

“you….” you struggled to find the right words, your brain losing connection to your tongue. “you are… Choso, you are the sweetest guy I’ve ever met.”

as Choso’s gaze snapped back to yours, you lifted your hand to rest on his cheek, brushing one of his stray strands from his face. his skin was warm under your touch, and rising in temperature fast the longer you looked at him. 

“I don’t say this often, to anyone –“ you started, “– but you were right. I have been missing what’s right in front of me.”

a low, shaky breath passed Choso’s lips, and you even saw his bottom one wobble slightly. “can I… can I kiss you?” he asked quietly, his voice cracking as he spoke. 

you nodded slowly, feeling as if time had slowed down. his gaze dropped to your lips, and you could see the uncertainty mixed with eagerness in his expression. the moment hung in the air, fragile.

Choso leaned in, his hand moving to gently cradle your cheek. you could feel the warmth radiating from him. as he closed the distance, your heart hammered in your chest, a mix of excitement and nerves swirling inside you.

his lips brushed against yours, soft and tentative, like he was afraid to break the spell of the moment. it sent a shiver down your spine. you instinctively leaned closer, deepening the kiss, and felt him respond with a gentle sigh, his hand sliding to the back of your neck.

the kiss was electric, a beautiful mix of softness and yearning. you lost yourself in the softness of his lips against yours, the way he held you as if you were something precious. every brush of his mouth ignited a fire within you, and you felt as if you were floating.

before you could soar into cloud nine, you felt his other hand come down to grip tightly on your hip, and you let out an accidental moan at the gesture. Choso’s mouth swallowed it up, his tongue dipping in to caress yours as your lips parted with the sound. 

his lips moved feverishly against yours as they became needier the longer they were touching yours. you reveled in the feeling of it, every cell of your body buzzing in response. you thought that you had never, ever, been kissed with this much… passion. 

after a few blissful seconds, Choso pulled back slightly, his half-lidded eyes locking with yours. you drew in a deep breath, your cheeks flushed with emotion and desire – desire for him, deeper than you’d ever thought about before.

“that was… wow.” Choso murmured through an intake of breath. his cheeks were red as well, the heat burning inside of him coming to the surface. 

“why’d you stop?” you asked softly – you knew now what you wanted, what you deserved. if Choso wanted to hit pause right now, you’d be okay with it; but if he wanted to take it further, you knew you’d be taken care of.

he chuckled, shaking his head as if trying to clear his thoughts. “if I didn’t stop then, it would have been harder for me to later.”

“then don’t.”

his eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, but you could tell he was seriously considering it as his chest began to rise and fall at a faster pace. his hand reached for yours, encompassing your fingers in his palms before he titled his head – rather cutely, you thought. 

“are you sure?” you nodded in response, squeezing his hand and giving him a reassuring smile. 

while nerves were shooting through your system, Choso wasn’t scared. he’d be a liar if he said he’d never thought about it – when you’d come out of your room in those too-short pajama shorts in the morning, when you’d lean against him naturally on the couch while watching a movie, he’d thought about kissing you and more for longer than you’d lived in this house. 

his lips crashed into yours again, before he could give himself a moment to hesitate, and you quickly became a tangle of limbs as he pulled you closer into him. you wanted every part of your body pressed into him, to feel his warmth and melt into it like a candle does a flame. 

Choso grabbed your hips and pulled you onto his lap to straddle him. you could already feel a bulge beneath the plaid pajama pants he wore pressing against you, exciting you even further at the idea of it. with his hands firm on your waist, you rolled your hips into him, eliciting a whiny groan from Choso’s lips. 

you were almost waiting for the pace to change like it had happened the last time, but Choso took his time with you – kissing every inch of exposed skin and not rushing to remove your clothing. it was like he was savoring every bit of you, and you hadn’t even undressed. 

he rolled the two of you over gently, placing you between his body and the mattress as his lips never left yours. between nibbles to your lower lips, his hands began to slowly roam your body, not venturing under the fabric just yet.

“god, I can’t believe I’m here with you.” he whispered between kisses, and your heart practically battered into your ribcage at the sweetness of his words. 

your fingers skimmed the band of his pants in response, a small smile working its way onto your lips. “I can’t believe it either.” you murmured lowly, moving your mouth to kiss and lightly lick his neck and shoulder. 

his hands worked on the buttons of your sleep blouse, so slowly, before pushing the sleeves down your arms and removing it entirely altogether. you heard him suck in a breath, looking down at your breasts underneath him.

“so beautiful.” 

before you could let yourself get sappy and cry tears of relief from his compliment, you put your hand on the back of his head and pulled him in to kiss you again. as his mouth worked against yours, tongues clashing within, you pushed your sleep shorts down, along with your underwear to be more efficient. 

when Choso felt you remove more clothing, he pulled away from you to step off the bed. you laid on your back and watched as he pushed his pants down, boxers and all, and stood at the side of the bed while his eyes raked over your body. 

you felt the urge to cover up, your knees coming together to a close as your arms went to cover your breasts. Choso’s hand reached out to stop you, his head shaking. 

“don’t hide yourself from me.” he whispered as he joined you on the bed again, leaning in to pepper your neck and chest with kisses. you gasped when he took one of your perked nipples into his mouth, nibbling at it gently before sucking the whole thing into his mouth.

he kissed a trail down from your breasts to your thighs, each one leaving you breathless before he reached his goal. you almost exploded when Choso looked up from between your legs right as he licked a stripe from your entrance to your clit.

your hand shot into his hair as you let out a moan. “Choso!” you yelped, a bit too loudly, as he began to stuff his face into your pussy. 

he rotated between sucking your clit between his teeth and thrusting his tongue inside of you, tasting every inch of you before pulling away to bite the soft skin of your inner thighs then diving back in.

he was soft, and tender, with every swipe of his tongue, and you were already nearing the edge from the pure intimacy of it all. but before you could take the leap, he pulled away, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand and coming up to kiss your lips.

“tell me if anything hurts, and I’ll stop immediately.” Choso told you, looking into your eyes as you nodded. “need to hear you say it.”

“I will.” you whispered as you nodded again, leaning in to capture his lips in yours again.

when you felt the tip of his cock brush against your inner thigh, you visibly shuddered with anticipation. he was working his way in, slowly pushing himself in inch by inch, maybe even centimeter by centimeter with how gently he was going. 

with every little bit that passed your entrance, your breath became labored, panting with the stretch of your walls the more he passed the threshold. 

“so pretty f’ me.” Choso ground out, his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes pinched shut. “taking me s’ well.”

“need – hah – need more.” you panted out, and when you finally felt him bottom out and still above you, you locked your legs behind his hips. “I need more of you, Choso.”

“don’t want to – fuck so tight – hurt you.” Choso shuddered as he laid down to prop himself up on his elbows next to your face. you reached up to caress his cheek, reassuring him that everything was alright. when his eyes met yours, and you nodded, he took that as the go-ahead.

when Choso’s hips started to roll into yours, you could’ve sworn the feeling was comparable to the effect of drugs. your mind became a sea of plush clouds, clouding everything in pinky hues behind your closed eyelids. 

with every thrust of his hips, you were losing yourself in the intoxication while Choso continued to praise you like you were his religion. “s’good – hmph – like I should’ve done this long ago.” he murmured before his lips covered your open mouth, darting his tongue inside to taste you as much as possible.

his cock began to thrust into you faster, but still gently, and with every snap of his hips, you felt yourself getting more wet. it made it easier for him to drive into you quicker – and you were drunk off the feeling of his cock prodding at your gspot every time it re-entered.

Choso’s head dipped into your neck, weak from the feeling of your slick walls clamping around him. you felt him kiss your skin, only gently biting down every now and then, as his pace grew quicker and quicker with every passing second.

“mph – god I’m getting close.” Choso whimpered into your skin, his breath hot against it. 

“I – fuck – Choso, I am too. fucking me so good.” you whined as your body began to tense up with your impending orgasm. “gonna make me orgasm on your dick.”

“yes, come with me – hah – please.” 

he brought his face to hover above yours, looking into your eyes as his jaw hung open in pleasure. with a few more well-placed thrusts and praise, you practically skydived off the cliff. your orgasm racked through you at the speed of light, and you covered your mouth as you shouted out his name while the waves crashed into you. stars burst behind your eyes while your body trembled, your walls fluttering around his pulsing cock inside of you.

“fuck – I-I’m gonna – “ Choso couldn’t finish his sentence before you felt him deliver one last powerful thrust, bottoming out as his orgasm rocked through him. you felt a warmth as he painted your walls with ropes of his cum, and at the feeling you felt a smaller orgasm shoot through you again. another one? really?

Choso lazily thrust into you, working you through your second orgasm as he completely emptied himself into you, waiting until you were a panting mess before collapsing on top of you.

“holy… holy shit.” you panted out, your ears still ringing from your second release. Choso lightly kissed your neck, your cheek, and then your lips as he caressed the side of your body with his warm hand. 

“did you have a second orgasm?” he asked softly between sprinkled pecks of his lips. you gulped down a breath as you nodded. “I didn’t… I didn’t know that was possible.”

“I didn’t either.” you responded honestly because you really didn’t. the fact that it had happened still left you shocked, but there was no mistaking that feeling. “I guess you were just that good.”

Choso’s face shot up to look at you, a small tug at the corner of his lips. “oh, teasing already?” he laughed quietly. 

you could only grin at him, your body and mind overwhelmed with the pleasure you’d felt and the emotions now coursing through you. “not necessarily a tease, more of a fact.”

“wanna go again? see if we can make it three?” Choso suggested with a smirk. you couldn’t stop your eyes from going wide, the realization that he wasn’t going to kick you out coming through your clouded mind.

“you mean, you don’t want me to leave now?” you had to ask, had to reassure yourself that you weren’t doing something wrong by staying.

pain, maybe even disappointment flashed across Choso’s face at your question. 

“hell no. if I had it my way, you’d never leave my room.” your heart swelled at his response, and you fought back the tears that wanted to take root in your eyes. “we can play more of my video game if that’s what you want?”

you wouldn’t break down in front of him – not after sex, no way. so, you nodded, not able to respond with words for fear of your voice betraying you. Choso pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty, before walking over to his hamper and grabbing a washcloth.

you waited in anticipation for him to toss it in your direction, but instead, he padded back over to the bed and cleaned you up himself. his touch was so, so gentle as he wiped down anywhere that needed it, placing a soft kiss on your forehead before helping you sit up and offering you a t-shirt of his.

“you can wear this for now, if you want.” he told you, helping you pull it over your head. “I guarantee it’s more comfortable than what you had on.”

the fabric now on your body smelled like him, and the scent encompassed you in warmth and comfort. “you’re right, I think it’s much better.” you confirmed, smiling at him as your chest ached at the pureness of everything he’d done. 

Choso pulled you back onto his lap once he’s put pants back on, grabbing the controller and placing it in your hands before covering your own with his. he let you lean back against his chest as he took you through the controls all over again, and you couldn’t help but feign forgetfulness, just to feel his fingers intertwining with yours.

the rest of the night flew by as you played the game, experimenting with different modes and laughing nearly the entire time, until the sun peeked through his curtains. you’d spent the entire night wrapped in joy and laughter, and you felt absolutely exhilarated.

as the first rays of sunlight spilled into the room, you turned to glance at Choso. he had that relaxed, sleepy smile that made your heart flutter. “looks like we pulled an all-nighter.” you teased, nudging him playfully.

“totally worth it.” he replied, his voice thick with sleepiness. he stretched, arms reaching overhead, and for a moment, you were mesmerized by how effortlessly handsome he looked, even with a lack of sleep.

“do you think we can get some breakfast before crash?” you asked, feeling a twinge of hunger strike through your stomach.

Choso chuckled, “only if you promise not to fall asleep in your pancake.” he swung his legs over the side of the bed and stood. as you moved to stand, he placed a hand on your shoulder. “you stay here, I’ll bring them to you.”

as you watched Choso exit his room, you collapsed back on the bed, letting out a contented sigh. 

this was what it was supposed to feel like. 

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hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warning/tags: swearing, p in v penetration, unprotected sex (wrap it b4 u tap it y'all), use of "angel", sukuna is being sketchy, totally in love with choso, i think the choice is clear right A/N: sooooo slowly falling in love with choso, but things can't stay perfect forever right? (¬⤙¬ ) honestly I just really wanted to write more choso smut bc I'm addicted but like, wtf is up with sukuna now. ALSO someone asked how many chapters there will be, and as of right now I'm ending at 15! but if I get more ideas of the story doesn't feel wrapped up then I'll keep it going until it does.

index part eleven | part thirteen

part twelve word count : 2,146

your sleepover with Choso had not gone unnoticed by both Yuji and Sukuna. after finishing breakfast with Choso, you’d indulged in a long-awaited nap. when you woke up and found him still sound asleep, you thought it was the perfect time for a bathroom break. the only problem? Choso shared a bathroom with Sukuna. 

as you quietly closed Choso’s bedroom door with a soft click, a throat cleared, startling you like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over your head. you slowly turned to see Sukuna standing in his doorway, a hand on the knob, his expression unreadable. 

“you’re… still in your pajamas.” he murmured, his tone a strange blend of question and statement. 

you weren’t sure why you felt anxious; after all, he’d been mia for god knows how long. as you tried to decipher his mood, you realized you were never good at picking up on his cues. 

if you had been, you might have braced yourself for the sudden, loud slam of his fist against the wall.

“shhh!” you hissed, pressing a finger to your lips and silently hoping he hadn’t just woken Choso – let’s face it, the guy could probably sleep through anything.

“I think I might throw up.” Sukuna growled, storming toward the bathroom and slamming the door behind him hard enough to rattle the walls. you stood there, mouth agape, trying to process what had just happened.

fortunately, Choso remained asleep when you tiptoed back into his room. you decided it was a good idea to wait until he was awake before leaving his room again. 

after that, Sukuna had literally vanished from the house.

two days later, he still hadn’t come home. two days later, and you hadn’t slept in Choso’s room again. two days later… and you were falling in love.

Choso had thrown himself into being attentive, practically anticipating your every need. want a snack? he was off the couch before you could even think about it. feet sore from a night out with Yuji? he’d whisk your shoes off and start rubbing your feet right away. it was like he was made for this; providing you with attention and care without missing a beat. 

now, you lay on his bed while he played with your hair, one hand gently stroking your head and the other flipping through tv channels. you were practically purring with every soft caress, and he adored it. 

“can I ask you something?” Choso suddenly said, his hand still massaging your scalp. you nodded lightly, keeping your eyes closed in bliss. “you haven’t stayed in my room since that night. is it because I did something wrong?”

your eyes flew open as you sat up, your expression softening at the sight of his blush. “oh, Choso, no – you didn’t do anything wrong. I just… thought it might be weird for everyone else if I stayed in here all the time.” and secretly you worried about what would happen if Sukuna saw you leaving again.

“who cares what they think?” Choso pouted, giving you those puppy-dog eyes while his hand relaxed on the back of his head. “do you want to sleep in here?”

you hesitated for a moment, your heart racing at the invitation. “I mean… I’d love to.” you replied, a small smile creeping onto your face. “but what if you get sick of me?”

Choso shrugged, a playful glint in his eyes. “like I could get sick of you. unless you drool on my pillow again, then yeah I might get a lil sick of you.”

you slapped his arm while your mouth dropped open. “it was the one time! we’d just pulled an all-nighter!” he threw his head back in laughter, the sound like music to your ears. “if I promise not to drool, do you want me to stay in here tonight?” 

“tonight it is!” he said with a grin, relief evident in his face. he shifted to make space for you, and you settled in beside him, feeling the warmth radiate from his body.

as you lay there, the soft hum of the tv in the background as the two of you watched netflix, you found yourself stealing glances at Choso. his brows furrowed in concentration as he watched Bridgerton (you’d gotten him hooked), and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he looked.

if he had noticed you staring, he didn’t show it, but when he reached for your hand to intertwine your fingers you felt a thrill shoot through you. he hadn’t moved his eyes from the tv, although you could feel his body warm at the contact with yours. you leaned your head against his chest, hearing his heartbeat start to pick up.

“are you getting comfortable?” Choso asked as his hand returned to stroke your hair, lulling you into a blissful state.

“mhm.” you purred as he gave light scratches to your scalp, tracing down your back softly. “but I want to watch Anthony confess to Kate, so I’m not falling asleep just yet.”

“the tension between them has been physically unbearable to watch all season.” Choso groaned and you chuckled at his enthusiasm. when he caught you laughing at him, he pinched your shoulder in retaliation. “I’m just saying, they both have been drooling over each other every episode!”

“you can’t blame them, it can be hard to confess your feelings to someone.” when you realized your words might seem like a jab at him, you quickly continued. “at least in their situation, he’s courting her sister.”

“at least you don’t have a sister I have to get through.” Choso smirked down at you, a teasing glimmer in his eyes. “even though it did take me too long to confess.”

the two of you had watched two more episodes, both commenting back and forth about the Bridgerton drama. everything felt right in your world – Choso was softly giving you affectionate touches, you’d gotten him addicted to rom-com tv, and you were blissfully happy. 

“Choso?” you whispered, nuzzling into his shirt. he hummed in response as he set his chin on top of your hair. “how soon is too soon?”

his heartbeat picked up faster under your ear. if you’d been looking at him, you would’ve seen his cheeks flush pink immediately. “for what?” he asked.

it was all too easy to get him flustered, and the thrill of it drove you mad. your hand caressed his abdomen, traveling lower and lower, slowly aiming for his waistband. once your fingers danced along the edge of his sweatpants, you felt him tense.

“oh.” Choso breathed, body going rigid as you continued to dip your fingers just below the waistline. “I-I don’t think there’s such a thing as too soon.”

“hm, you don’t?” you teased lightly before lifting your chin to gaze up at him. sure enough, his face was hot and red as he stared back down at you. “do you wanna…”

“yes.” his answer came out as fast as lightning, before he grabbed your chin and pulled you up to kiss you. when his lips met yours, you immediately open your mouth to allow his tongue to spit-swap with yours. Choso groaned as your hand dipped fully underneath his pants to palm his growing erection under his boxers. 

only seconds into teasingly rubbing him and he had flipped you over to land on top of you, grinding his clothed dick into your hips as he panted into your mouth. Choso’s hands worked their way up your top, pulling your bra down to rest underneath your tits and groping at them.

“fuck, I just can’t get enough of you.” Choso groaned as he dipped his head into your neck, lightly sucking on your skin as you arched your back to meet his rolling thrusts. “wan’ t’ make you feel good.”

within a mere minute, Choso removed all of your clothing as well as your own. you’d been too embarrassed to really look at his dick the first time, worried about your own image, but now – you felt warmth pooling between your legs at the sight. his bright pink tip leaked pre-cum already as he pumped himself with one hand, prepping himself before he settled between your legs.

Choso teased your puffy lips with his head, dragging his leaky cock over your clit tantalizingly as he leaned down to capture your already open mouth in his. as he deepened the kiss, driving his tongue inside you, his dick pressed further into you while just the tip has you moaning out his name.

“oh fuck, Cho, you – you’re so big.” you whined as your eyes rolled back, expanding for him as he ventures deeper inside of you. 

just those words have Choso bottoming out with a quick thrust, his balls slapping against your ass just as you feel his tip kiss your cervix. “ohhhh shit, angel.” his hips thrust again, giving you every inch. “feel s’ fucking good.”

your mind was already a puddle of mush as he drove into you, every pull and push of his cock driving you to madness. when Choso's hand flattens over your lower abdomen, pushing down slightly, you feel your walls tighten where he was pressing to accentuate every bit of his veiny length. 

Choso fingers moved to press against your clit, making small and absolutely maddening circles that made you whimper. his fingers applied more pressure, eliciting a loud moan of his name from your lips and causing your legs to clench around his hips. his pace picked up faster and faster, until he was gasping for air while he watched you blissed out below him, the sight almost sending him over the edge immediately. 

“yes – hah – please right there.” you’re drooling already, your fingers weaving through Choso’s hair as his eyes fall shut with pleasure. his bicep twitches next to your head, fist gripping the sheets as he uses every ounce of his strength to fuck you just right and rub your clit at the same time. you can feel the knot in your stomach becoming tighter and tighter, so close to snapping. as your cunt clenches and flutters around him, Choso’s struggles to plow through your tightening walls with his thrusts. 

“that’s it, angel, just like that.” Choso babbles through the pleasure coursing within him, and when you drive your hips to meet his every thrust he just about loses it. “fuck – wait wait – slow down I’m –“

before he can finish his sentence, your orgasm rips through you, electricity thrumming down your veins. your back arches so deeply into the mattress as your pussy contracts around his cock. you’re too high to even form the words to tell him you’re coming, but based on how Choso starts rutting into you, he can feel it.

“ohh – fuck – please. you’re so fuckin’ tight I’m gonna cum.” Choso whines, eyes scrunching shut as his hips become sporadic in his attempt to find his last bit of strength to work you through your orgasm. 

you’ve barely begun to come down before he’s bottoming out, his dick pulsing before shooting your pussy full with streaks of thick cum. you can hear the lewd squelches coming from your cunt as he lazily fucks into you through his orgasm, stuffing you to the brim with every ounce of his seed.  

“shit Choso.” you moan as his forehead settles on yours, sweat slick on both of them. you panted as you looked at him, his eyes fucked out as he settled slowly from his release. 

“wanna hear something really stupid?” Choso whispered softly, his breath warm against your skin as he leaned in to place a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“wh-what?” you stammered, your heart racing.

he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, a playful glint in his eyes. “I’m beginning to think I’m addicted to you.” he confessed, a shy smile spreading across his face.

you felt a flutter in your chest, caught off guard. “addicted?” you echoed, a mix of surprise and amusement flooding through you.

“yeah.” he said, his voice low and raspy. “I can’t help it. you’re just… so fucking perfect.” his fingers brushed against yours, sending shivers down your spine.

“so, you’re not going to get sick of me then?” you teased, and Choso swore that as your laughter followed he could feel your pussy walls flutter around his softening cock. 

“don’t get cocky just yet, angel.” Choso hummed in amusement before dipping his fingers between your bodies. “that’s still yet to be seen.”

as you were giggling, your breath suddenly hitched when Choso fingers pinched your sensitive clit. your eyes sparked as you looked at him, a wicked smirk spread across his lips when he began to rub circles around the nub. with one more pinch, he leaned his face down to whisper in your ear.

“might just have to keep testing it.” 

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Hunter x Hunted part thirteen by Saturday? (˵•̀ᴗ - ˵ )

Apologies for the mild hiatus, life has been crazy and while short one shots are easy I didn’t want to rush this ( ˘ ³˘)♥︎

hunter and hunted (jjk)

college (summer) break au: a fic in which y/n is pining over Yuji's older brother Sukuna, while unbeknownst to her, Choso is doing the same thing for her. contents: sukuna x reader, choso x reader, modern college AU, yuji and choso are brothers, sukuna and yuji are brothers, smut warning, fem reader

chapter warnings/tags: use of "angel", oral (m receiving/choso receiving), drinking alcohol, mild masturbation, swearing, mentions of vomiting, swallowing cum, choso and reader are falling hard

A/N: okay so this is loosely edited sorry not sorry bc I wanted to get it posted and I'm obsessed with my own story (੭꒦ິ ^꒦ິ)੭ ; I'll edit it little by little bc I always re-read my shit over and over and go "ah shit that's a typo", but for now, ENJOY

index part twelve | part fourteen

part thirteen word count : 3,026

summer was slowly coming to an end, and reality set in. you couldn’t live in Yuji’s house forever. after all, your boyfriend slept down the hall from your one-night stand. every time you wandered upstairs into Choso’s room, you were reminded of that harsh truth when you glanced at Sukuna’s door. 

you had been apartment hunting for a week or so now, deciding not to tell anyone else until you had something firmly in place. honestly, you weren’t sure how Choso would react, or even Yuji for that matter. could you bear to possibly change things?

for tonight, it didn’t matter. you fell in step behind Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara as your ragtag group headed out for drinks. even Choso met your stride with his hand in yours, a soft, comfortable smile resting on his lips.

“so tell me, are you planning on getting wasted tonight?” Choso asked you as he nudged your shoulder with his. 

“it’s not a celebration if I remember it.” you hummed in response, chuckling lightly. it wouldn’t be the last time you’d go out with your friends, but something about tonight felt… different. 

you’d actually managed to confirm an apartment for the next year, a quaint studio that you could call your own. it was not as nice or spacious as Yuji’s house, but it was yours. part of you hoped that with a little bit of liquid courage, you could share the news with your friends. 

the first bar, everyone took a shot each. and then of course Nobara almost force-fed you three more (not that you really fought her). when you’d eventually arrived at a third bar, it was safe to say you were quite drunk. 

you barely had enough rhythm to sway to the music, Choso’s hands on your hips guiding you as you danced against him in the crowd. “having fun, angel?” Choso whispered against the shell of your ear, sending chills down your spine.

you nodded lazily as you twirled your hands up in the air, relishing the feeling of dancing with him. Nobara and Yuji each had a hold of one of Megumi’s hands, forcing the more stoic of the three to dance in a messy circle with them. you couldn’t help but laugh when you watched as Nobara tried to force their faces together to kiss.

“I can’t believe summer is almost over.” you shouted to Choso over the music. “I don’t want to be a miserable, exhausted student again.”

“I know, but I’ll be there to help you through it.” Choso replied, wrapping his arms around your shoulders in an embrace. “I promise I’ll keep my music down to a minimum when you study.”

ah yes. that… when would you tell him? he’d understand, surely.

“you know, I’ve been thinking a lot lately.” Choso said, holding onto your hips and turning you to face him. his cheeks were tinged pink, either from the small amount of alcohol he’d consumed or embarrassment. “I know it feels like this summer has flown by, and we might’ve just scratched the surface of our… relationship; but I’m really falling for you. maybe even dove into a black hole kind of falling.”

you heart pounded in your chest as you watched him struggle to get the words out, averting his gaze as he confessed. maybe you were crazy, even slightly stupid, for everything that has happened since you moved into the house. but it had been an experience; even the worst parts. and it had all led you here, to be dancing with Choso, happy as can be without a worry in the world.

“Choso…” your lips formed his name, the music causing it to fall on deaf ears until your hand came up to rest on his cheek. whether he could truly hear you or not, you had to say it. “I’m falling for you too. head over heels, I think.”

he must’ve heard some part of it, because Choso broke out into a beaming smile that almost reached his ears. not bothering with talking over the music, he cupped your face in his hands and pulled you in, crashing his lips onto yours. god, every kiss he ever gave you sent electricity coursing through your bloodstream. it was a kind of rush that you couldn’t find in the bottom of a shot glass, overtaking every part of you.

Choso pulled back all too quickly, still wearing a grin, before leaning down to brush his lips against your ear. “wanna ditch the others and head to bed?” he teased, and you shuddered at his breath fanning over your skin.

you playfully smacked his chest but you couldn’t help but smile too. “later, loverboy. we can’t just ditch them every time you find yourself horny.” you told him. 

it had happened all too often since your first time. you could be in the living room watching a movie with Yuji when Choso would all but set you on fire with his lustful stares, causing the two of you to disappear halfway through – Yuji really didn’t appreciate it, and you’d gotten an earful of complaints. 

even one time, when the two of you had been tasked with doing the grocery shopping, you’d forgotten multiple items on the list because Choso practically dragged you out of there after you’d barely brushed against his crotch with your ass. again, lots of complaining from Yuji, who’s protein bars were one of the forgotten items. 

in the midst of your dancing, Yuji came over to you. you immediately noticed he wasn’t grinning as widely as before. “um… I just wanted to give you a heads up that Sukuna’s almost here.” he blurted out, his face turning a deep shade of red immediately.

your footsteps faltered for a second, and your intoxicated haze began to lift slightly. but no, you had to remind yourself of where you were, and who you were with. sure, Sukuna would probably be a bit crass and annoying, but you were tucked away in Choso’s arms at the moment, trying to have fun. 

“I think this calls for another drink.” was the only thing you said, leaving Choso’s embrace before grabbing Nobara’s arm and dragging her to the bar with you. without question, she watched as you ordered four shots, two for each of you, before downing the liquor at the same time as you. 

there, you regained some of your liquid courage. so you felt only mildly less bothered when you watched Sukuna approach the boys from your spot at the bar. “what’s he doing here?” Nobara ground out, rolling her eyes as she took her last shot.

“I’m assuming Yuji invited him.” you answered, shaking your head. “it’s not like we can fault him, he’s part of his family. although I do wish Sukuna would take the hint and butt out.”

“I heard from Yuji that he’s been going to therapy.” Nobara’s words caused you to turn to face her in shock. she caught your expression and shrugged. “evidently, he broke down to Yuji a few weeks back, and has been going ever since. something about becoming a better version of himself?”

either you were really, really drunk and this was a fever dream, or Sukuna was actually trying to turn a corner. you tried to shake off the achy feeling in your chest, reminding yourself of how he’d made you feel. no amount of therapy and growth could take that away. and it didn’t matter anymore, you were head over heels for Choso, and he treated you like you should be treated. 

you stuck with Nobara at the bar a little while longer, until Choso eventually came looking for you. unfortunately for you, Sukuna was hot on his tail. even more unfortunate – this was the moment that Nobara decided to lean over and throw up on the floor. 

“oh god, fuck.” you hissed and you rushed to hold back her hair, praying the bartender didn’t yell at the two of you. Choso also ran over, helping to hold Nobara up by the arm as she retched another final time. “it’s not too much of a mess, right? we can just push the barstool on top to cover it?”

“don’t think that’s gonna work, bartender’s already coming over here.” Sukuna warned as he came to survey the situation. 

Nobara looked up at you with weepy eyes, still trying to manage a smile. “’ ‘sorry – hic – guess that last shot got me. remind me next time not to do – hic – vodka.” 

“I’ll take her home, but I have to move fast before they kick us out on our asses.” you told Choso as you pushed Nobara’s hair from her face. nothing like being forced to sober up to take care of a friend, always works faster than an ice-cold shower.

“I’ll help you.” your face shot up, realizing that Choso and Sukuna offered in unison. they both shared a look – Choso’s more annoyed, Sukuna’s more aloof. you were forced to look between the two of them, ultimately going with the obvious choice.

“Sukuna…” you started, watching as he practically perked up at his name, “… make sure Megumi and Yuji are okay and get them back safely whenever. Choso, help me get her standing upright and walk her home.” 

you really expected some argument out of Sukuna, considering it was what he enjoyed doing, but he only nodded in agreement. you couldn’t help but feel shocked as he promptly walked away to go back to the other guys, and you shared a look with Choso.

“that was weird, right?” you asked him, but Choso only shrugged as he threw his arm around Nobara’s waist to stand her up. “alright, let’s get out of here. hopefully, the cool air will help.”

as the three of you stumbled out the door, you heard the faint yelling of other people discovering the vomit Nobara had left behind. oh well, your hands were full – literally, Nobara was falling into you at this point. 

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once you’d safely tucked Nobara away, sacrificing your bed for her, you returned to the kitchen to fill up a cup of water for yourself. Choso sat at the bar, gulping down his own in comfortable silence. 

“well, who’s surprised I ended the night more sober than we thought?” you joked as you leaned on the counter in front of him. 

“I certainly anticipated having to carry you home, not her.” Choso answered with a smirk. 

“at least now I can enjoy the rest of our night together without it being a haze.” you meandered around the counter to lean against him, placing a soft kiss to his cheek. his skin blushed in response, and his smirk faltered slightly. “and, I’m not passed out asleep right now, so we can do whatever we want.”

“whatever we want?” Choso’s eyebrow raised, turning to return a kiss onto your neck. 

“why don’t we go upstairs and you can show me how much you’re falling for me?”

that was all it took for Choso to literally throw you over his shoulder as you let out a laugh, marching up the stairs to his room with you in his arms. you’d forgotten all about the news you’d meant to share the minute he tossed you onto his bed, all of your thoughts emptying out entirely. 

he’d stripped faster than you’d ever seen before, his bare torso now exposed to your wandering, greedy hands. how did you get so lucky to have such a hot boyfriend? to show your appreciation, you decided to lay your stomach down on the bed and take his cock into your hands.

Choso hissed as you began to stroke his already hard dick, kitten licking at his tip to force a low groan out of him. “fuck, angel. you’ve never… we’ve never…” Choso gasped, hands twitching at his sides like he was unsure of what to do with them. meanwhile, both your hands together had barely covered him, leaving you breathless with the reality of how big he was in your grasp.

“I know baby, but I wanna make you feel good.” you hummed with a wicked smirk on your lips before your tongue darting out again to lap at the pre-cum slowly beading at the tip. Choso shuddered at the feeling, going utterly insane at the sight of you. 

you continued to thoroughly wet his dick with your saliva, placing kisses and licking stripes up the length of him. finally, you worked up the courage to try and take him into your mouth. Choso watched with half-lidded eyes as you parted your lips and eased his tip past them, using your tongue to caress circles around it. his head dipped back as he barked out a moan, his hand moving on its own to rest gently on the back of your hair. 

“holy shit” Choso breathed, petting your head as you slowly lowered your mouth further, intending to take him to the base if you could. you fought with your gag reflex, breathing through your nose, until finally, you had a hand wrapped around what doesn’t fit. 

you swallow thickly, holding him there with his tip nudging the back of your throat, trying to adjust to his size. you were a little disappointed at your lack of deep throat skills, but you thought that if you tried to fit anymore you’d suffocate. 

“s’okay, you don’t have to take it all. feels s’good like this.” Choso whined as you looked up at him with watery eyes. “doing s’good, angel.”

with his praise, you begin to move your mouth up and down him, drool spilling out whenever you reach his tip and dribbling out. each time your head bobbed, Choso whined, one hand in your hair and the other splayed across your upper back as if to ground himself. your tongue circled his leaky tip each time you were able, the taste of his pre-cum sending white-hot pleasure down to your stomach. 

Choso almost fainted when he watched you move to place your hand between your own legs, your fingers playing with your clit as you continued pleasing him. “fuck, does this turn you on?” he asked, pleasantly surprised when you hummed around him. he’d always assumed women hated giving head, but you… he could practically see you dripping on the sheets from his spot standing at the edge of the bed. 

you increased your pace as you worked at your sensitive nub, fingers coated in your own arousal as you furiously chased your own high with each bob of your head. the sounds coming from Choso only spurred you further into the moment – especially when he whined.

you pulled off him with a wet pop! to catch your breath, still pumping his cock with your free hand. Choso’s eyes were focused on you, his cheeks red and breathing heavy as you locked eyes before drool spilled from your lips. 

he brought a hand to your face, wiping away the slobber on your chin before teasing your wet lips with his thumb. “s’pretty, angel. you’re – fuck – so good at this.” Choso head was swimming from everything stimulating him. the feeling of your hand wrapped around his wet cock, almost hearing how wet your pussy was as you played with yourself, but most of all – your pretty eyes looking up at him while you licked his tip with every tug of your hand. 

fuck, he was already dangerously close to cumming. your warm mouth felt heavenly wrapped around him, too good to even be real. “keep goin’. ‘m close – jesus – you feel s’ good.”

“wanna make you cum, Cho,” you whispered before wrapping your lips around him again, this time taking him all the way despite the protest from your gag reflex. Choso cursed as his fingers knotted in your hair and his head dipped back, the coil in his stomach severely tighter with the feeling of his tip deep down your throat. 

it only took another minute until Choso’s legs were shaking with his oncoming release, your drool dripping down to his aching balls and wetting them with each movement of your head pushing the saliva from your mouth. you could feel his cock twitching on your tongue, and looked up to see his eyebrows scrunched together and eyes squeezed shut.

“fuckin’ hell, ‘m gonna cum, angel.” Choso whined, and when he looked down to see you looking up at him, he felt his orgasm begin to rush from his head to his toes. “lemme pull out, don’t wanna make you-“

you didn’t allow him to finish his sentence, slamming your face down until your nose pressed against his torso and you were gagging on his tip. Choso let out a loud moan before he felt his orgasm rack through him, his dick shooting hot ropes of cum straight down your throat as you began to swallow it with each spurt. 

“shit holy shit, holy fucking shit.” Choso panted out as his body trembled. it wasn’t until you couldn’t feel any more cum in your mouth that you pulled off of him, a string of saliva still connecting your lips to his cock. once you’d began to catch your breath, Choso’s hand tilted your head up and he swiped his thumb across your lower lip. “you… you didn’t have t’ swallow, angel.”

you chuckled and kissed his hand, pleased with yourself that you managed to get it all down. “it didn’t taste bad, Cho. don’t worry, did it feel good?”

he looked at you as if you’d just asked the dumbest question. “of course it did.” Choso answered, his words still coming out choppy with the deep breaths he was gulping down. 

you smiled as he all but collapsed onto the bed next to you, nuzzling his head into your neck and placing loving kisses on your skin. “I just wanted to treat my boyfriend, is that so bad?” 

“let me return the favor, please.” he murmured into your neck, and you chuckled. “pleaaaaase.”

of course, you couldn’t say no to his pleas, and soon enough you found yourself screaming his name with his head nestled between your knees.

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Sprinkles of Sweetness : S. Ge x Fem!Reader

[ In which Suguru Geto, the terrifying cult leader himself, has a Sanrio obsessed girlfriend! ]

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Suguru Geto strides into the room with his usual commanding presence, his dark eyes cold and unreadable. The cult members fall silent, their hushed whispers dying off as they part to make way for him. To them, Geto is terrifying—an enigma wrapped in shadow. His very aura demands respect and fear, and they dare not cross him.

But none of that matters to you.

The moment you spot him, your eyes light up like stars, a bright smile stretching across your face. You bounce over to him, clutching a plush toy of Hello Kitty in one hand and a bag filled with Sanrio goodies in the other. “Suguru! Look what I got today!” Your voice is light and cheerful, entirely out of place in the dimly lit hall where his followers gather.

Geto’s lips twitch, the faintest hint of a smile threatening to break through his stoic mask. He’s always like this around you. No matter how grim or intimidating he appears to others, when you’re near, his hard exterior softens. “What is it this time, Reader?”

You beam up at him, not at all fazed by the heavy atmosphere in the room. “Look, it’s a Pompompurin keychain! Isn’t he adorable?” You hold it up with both hands, the tiny, golden retriever-shaped charm dangling from your fingers. You shift a bit closer, your Sanrio-themed tote brushing against his black robes.

The cult members exchange confused glances, unsure of how to react. Geto—THE Geto—the man they fear and worship in equal measure, is being shown… a plush keychain? And more than that, he seems completely at ease. It’s surreal.

Geto’s eyes flicker down to the keychain, and though his expression remains largely unchanged, you catch the way his eyes soften, just for you. “Adorable,” he echoes, his deep voice a little warmer. “I assume you bought more than just that?”

You nod eagerly and pull out a matching Pompompurin notebook, stickers, and even a small tote bag adorned with Sanrio characters. “They had a sale, and I couldn’t resist!” You start to chatter about all the different Sanrio items you saw, your voice full of excitement. “Kuromi and My Melody stuff too! But you know, Pompompurin is still the cutest!”

The cult members are frozen in place, unsure if they should leave or stay. Some look visibly uncomfortable, but none dare to make a move without Geto’s dismissal. You, however, are completely oblivious to the tension in the room. Your focus is solely on Suguru, as if nobody else in the world matters.

He doesn’t mind, though. In fact, he revels in it. You’re his light, his constant in a world that’s grown increasingly cruel. He doesn’t care if his followers think it’s strange—he loves it. Loves the contrast between your sweetness and the fear he instills in others. To him, you’re a precious reminder of everything good that remains, and your obsession with Sanrio is just another charming aspect to your character.

“Why don’t you show me more later?” he says quietly, ignoring the wide-eyed looks from his subordinates. “We have some business to finish first.”

You nod enthusiastically, but your smile falters just a little. “Okay, but don’t take too long! I want to show you my Pompompurin stickers too, and maybe we can watch a Sanrio movie together?”

Geto gives you a rare, genuine smile—the kind that makes the cult members’ jaws drop. “Of course. I’ll be there soon.”

You giggle and lean up to plant a quick kiss on his cheek, completely unfazed by the deadly aura that usually surrounds him. “I’ll hold you to that! Don’t keep me waiting, okay?” With that, you skip out of the room, leaving a trail of cheerfulness in your wake.

Once you’re gone, Geto’s smile fades, and his expression returns to its usual steely calm. He turns to his cult members, the air growing thick with tension once more. “Let’s continue,” he says in a cold, authoritative tone.

As soon as you leave the room, the atmosphere shifts drastically. Suguru’s warmth evaporates, replaced by an icy, oppressive air that sends chills down the spines of his followers. His eyes narrow as they settle on the group before him, any trace of softness gone. He’s their feared leader once again.

“Where were we?” His voice cuts through the silence like a blade.

The cult members immediately snap back to attention, hastily resuming their report. They speak quickly and carefully, terrified of making a mistake now, especially after witnessing such a stark contrast in his demeanor. It’s like watching a predator switch from playfulness to cold calculation, and no one dares question it.

But even as they continue, Geto’s mind wanders briefly back to you. He pictures you sprawled out on the couch, surrounded by a sea of plushies and trinkets, eagerly waiting for him to join you. The image is so jarringly different from the reason he was holding this meeting, but it kept him from killing everyone in the room because they saw that.

He finishes the meeting swiftly, his orders sharp and unforgiving. The cult members scatter as soon as they’re dismissed, all too eager to be out of his presence. Geto doesn’t mind; their fear is useful to him. It keeps them in line, ensures that his plans move forward. But now, he has more important matters to attend to.

By the time he makes his way to the private quarters, he finds you exactly as he imagined. You’re curled up in the middle of the bed, surrounded by your Sanrio treasures—Pompompurin plushies, notebooks, and stickers covering every available surface. You’re humming happily to yourself as you arrange your newest purchases, your energy a stark contrast to the shadowy world outside.

“There you are!” you chirp, looking up as soon as you notice him. You reach out, patting the spot next to you on the bed, and he doesn’t hesitate to join you.

“You finished faster than I thought,” you say, your eyes sparkling. “Does that mean you’ll help me with my sticker collection now?” You hold up a few sheets of stickers. “I’ve been saving this spot in my journal just for us to work on together!”

Geto leans back against the headboard, his hard exterior melting away as he watches you with quiet affection. “I suppose I can spare some time for that,” he murmurs, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

You grin wide, immediately scooting closer so you can show him the best spots for the stickers. “Okay, so I was thinking we could start with these little ones here,” you begin, pointing to the cutest Pompompurin stickers with excitement. “They’re so tiny and perfect for the corners!”

As you explain your sticker placement strategy, Geto listens with a level of patience and interest that would be unthinkable to anyone else. To his cult, he’s a ruthless leader. But to you? He’s just Suguru, the man who’ll sit and help you organize Sanrio stickers because it makes you happy.

“Are you sure this one should go here?” he asks, pointing at one of the stickers with mock seriousness. “It’s a bit off-center.”

You gasp dramatically. “Suguru, how could you question my sticker placement?” You lightly poke his arm, pretending to be offended. “I am the expert here, remember?”

His deep chuckle sends warmth through you, and you lean into him, resting your head against his shoulder. Despite the horrors of his world, here, with you, everything is light and soft. You make him feel human in a way he rarely allows himself to be. It’s a fleeting escape, but one he cherishes more than anything.

“Fine,” he concedes, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you closer. “You’re the expert.”

“Thank you,” you say with a giggle, snuggling into his side as you place the last sticker. “I knew you’d see it my way.”

You finish the journal together, filling it with your favorite stickers, and then settle back, basking in the comfortable silence that follows. Your head rests against his chest, the soft sound of his heartbeat lulling you into a peaceful state.

“Suguru,” you mumble, your voice sleepy, “we should go to the Sanrio store together next time.”

He glances down at you, a rare warmth in his gaze. “You want me to go with you?”

You nod, eyes half-closed. “You’d look so cute with a My Melody keychain,” you tease, your words fading as you start to drift off.

Geto chuckles quietly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. He doubts anyone in his life could ever picture him at a Sanrio store, much less with you hanging onto his arm, giggling over plush toys. But for you? He’d do it without hesitation.

“Maybe,” he murmurs, his voice soft and low. “If it’s with you.”

As you drift into sleep, still clutching your Pompompurin plush, Geto holds you close. To the world, he’s a terrifying figure, the leader of a growing cult. But here, with you in his arms and your Sanrio treasures scattered around, he’s just a man in love with someone who brings color and sweetness into his otherwise bleak world. And for that, he’s endlessly grateful.

Cursed with Colds and Care! - S. GE x S. Go x E. S x Reader

[ In which you are sick with a cold and your lovers comfort you, but also get sick!! ]

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It was a rare occurrence for you to be out of commission, but today, you were undeniably defeated by a nasty cold. Normally, you could handle the daily demands of being a sorcerer—cursed spirits, missions, and endless training—but a common cold? Apparently, it had no mercy. You were wrapped up in layers of blankets in your dorm room at Jujutsu High, surrounded by tissues, your head pounding and body aching.

The grogginess of your illness kept you in a fog, barely conscious, until you heard the loud bang of your door swinging open.

"Alright! The cavalry is here!" came the too-loud voice of none other than Satoru Gojo, striding into the room like he owned the place. His signature sunglasses were perched on his nose, his hair even messier than usual, and in his hand was a giant shopping bag full of… something.

Trailing right behind him, with considerably more grace and an eye-roll to match, was Suguru Geto. He looked less than amused but still carried a faint smile on his lips as he observed the scene unfolding. “You’ve been in here, what—two days? Leave it to Satoru to come in like you’re on your deathbed,” Geto quipped, his arms crossed as he leaned against the doorframe.

And, finally, in came Shoko Ieiri, hands stuffed in her white coat’s pockets. She looked as apathetic as always, but there was a glint of amusement in her eyes. “You’re not dying, you know,” she said casually, but you could tell she was actually concerned, in her own low-key way. “But you do look awful. You might want to stop letting Satoru make all the decisions while you’re out of commission.”

Gojo, feigning offense, huffed dramatically. “What’s that supposed to mean? I’m a great nurse!” He plopped down on the edge of your bed, leaning over to scrutinize you closely with his exaggerated expressions. “Poor, poor Reader! Stricken down by a simple cold. But don’t worry, I, Satoru Gojo, will bring you back from the brink!”

You groaned weakly, rolling over to face him, your voice raspy from a sore throat. “Satoru, I think I’ll be fine with just some sleep.”

“No, no, no!” Gojo declared, dramatically waving his hands in the air. “I’ve got just the thing!” He reached into his oversized bag, pulling out the most absurd assortment of items—a fancy-looking humidifier shaped like a panda, an expensive plush blanket, and a box of imported chocolates that probably cost as much as a small car.

Geto raised a brow, amusement clear on his face. “The chocolates, really? For a cold?”

“Of course!” Gojo grinned, completely serious. “It’s scientifically proven that chocolate makes people feel better. And the humidifier will help them breathe. Plus, the blanket’s just a bonus, ‘cause I’m a thoughtful guy.”

Shoko sighed, pulling a cigarette from her pocket and twirling it between her fingers (though she wisely chose not to light it indoors). “He’s hopeless,” she said, though there was a faint smile on her lips. She stepped closer to your bedside, nudging Gojo aside to take your temperature with the back of her hand. “You’re running a bit of a fever. But nothing dangerous. Just need to rest up.”

“I told you,” you muttered, sinking deeper into your cocoon of blankets. “I just need rest. You guys didn’t have to come by…”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Geto cut in, moving to sit on the other side of your bed. His voice was soft, but there was a firmness to it. “Of course we’re going to check on you. You’d do the same for any of us.”

You couldn’t argue with that. Even when you were exhausted and feverish, you knew your friends meant well, even if Gojo had the subtlety of a sledgehammer. “Thanks,” you murmured, glancing between the three of them. “I just didn’t expect the grand parade.”

“Well, you know Satoru,” Geto said with a smirk. “Everything’s a spectacle with him.”

Gojo beamed proudly, unbothered by the teasing. “You’re welcome! Now, time for the healing powers of chocolate!” He unwrapped the box with the flourish of a magician, holding it out to you as if presenting the world’s greatest treasure.

Shoko pinched the bridge of her nose. “I think they need fluids more than overpriced candy.”

“I brought that too!” Gojo proclaimed, reaching into his bag and pulling out several energy drinks, each more neon-colored and suspicious-looking than the last. “These’ll perk you right up.”

You made a face. “Satoru… I don’t think energy drinks are the solution here.”

“They definitely are not,” Geto agreed, shaking his head. He took the box of chocolates from Gojo’s hands, much to the taller sorcerer’s dismay, and set them aside. “You need tea. Something warm. I’ll make you some.”

You blinked, touched by his offer. “Suguru, you don’t have to—”

“I’m already up,” he said with a shrug, standing and heading towards the small kitchenette. “Besides, if we leave it to Satoru, you’ll end up with some kind of strange elixir.”

“I’m deeply offended,” Gojo declared, clutching his heart dramatically as he lay back on the bed next to you. “You don’t trust my healing powers at all, Reader?”

You gave him a weak smile, your body too tired to properly banter with him. “I’m sure your… unconventional methods work for someone. But I’ll take the tea.”

Shoko, who had been leaning against the wall with a smirk, moved to the bedside table and grabbed a pack of fever-reducing medicine she’d brought with her. “Take these,” she instructed, holding them out for you. “They’ll help bring the fever down. Suguru’s tea will take care of the rest.”

You obediently swallowed the medicine with a sip of water, feeling slightly less foggy as it began to take effect. “Thank you, Shoko.”

“No problem,” she said, taking a seat on the edge of the bed where Gojo wasn’t sprawled out. “Just don’t let Satoru talk you into any of his weird recovery plans.”

Gojo gasped dramatically, sitting up. “I’ll have you know my plans are perfect. Look at Reader—they’re practically glowing already!”

You let out a weak laugh. “That’s just the fever.”

Geto returned with a steaming cup of tea, setting it down gently on the bedside table before sitting back down. “Here. It’s just plain tea with honey—nothing too fancy. Should help your throat.”

You reached for the cup, your hands trembling slightly, but Geto steadied it for you, holding it while you took a careful sip. The warmth was soothing, and you sighed in relief. “This is perfect. Thank you, Suguru.”

He smiled softly, still holding the cup for you as you took another sip. “Take it easy. You’ll be back on your feet in no time.”

Gojo watched the scene unfold, then pouted. “Hey, where’s my credit? I brought the fancy blanket!”

Shoko smirked, leaning back on her hands. “You want a medal for that, Satoru?”

“Maybe!” Gojo grinned, shifting closer to you. “But I won’t ask for one. I’m too humble.”

You snorted, feeling a little more alive with the tea warming you from the inside. “Humble? That’s a new one.”

The teasing continued, the familiar banter between the three of them making you feel a little more like yourself. Even through the haze of your cold, you couldn’t help but feel grateful to have them there. They might’ve been a chaotic trio, but they were your chaotic trio.

As the conversation continued, your eyelids began to grow heavier, the warmth of the tea and the comfort of your friends lulling you into a sense of calm. Suguru noticed, gently setting the tea aside and helping you lean back into your pillows.

“You should sleep,” he said quietly, his voice gentle. “We’ll stick around.”

You nodded, too tired to argue, though you felt a small twinge of embarrassment at the idea of falling asleep while they were all there. “You don’t have to stay…”

“Of course we do,” Shoko said, stretching her legs out and making herself comfortable. “Besides, someone’s gotta make sure Satoru doesn’t try anything weird while you’re asleep.”

Gojo gasped in mock offense. “Excuse me? I’m a professional! I would never do anything weird.”

You laughed softly, your head sinking deeper into the pillow. “Sure, Satoru. Whatever you say.”

As your eyes fluttered shut, you felt the weight of Geto’s hand gently resting on top of yours, a quiet reassurance that they’d be there when you woke up. And in the background, Gojo’s voice was still going, something about being the best nurse in the world, while Shoko shot back sarcastic remarks.

Even through your feverish haze, you felt a warmth that had nothing to do with being sick. They might drive you crazy sometimes, but with friends like these, you knew you’d never have to face anything alone.

With that comforting thought, you finally drifted off to sleep, the sounds of their bickering lulling you into a much-needed rest.

When you woke up the next morning, the first thing you noticed was how much better you felt. Your head wasn’t pounding, your throat wasn’t nearly as scratchy, and the fever that had left you weak and shivering had finally broken. Stretching beneath the cozy blanket Gojo had brought, you felt the lingering warmth of sleep leave your body, replaced with a refreshing clarity.

You sat up slowly, blinking as you adjusted to the morning light streaming through your dorm window. The room was quiet—eerily so, considering the chaos from last night.

And then you noticed why.

Scattered around your room were your three so-called “nurses,” each one looking far worse for wear than you had last night.

Gojo was slumped over in a chair, his long legs hanging awkwardly off the edge, sunglasses askew on his face, snoring loudly. There was a discarded tissue box at his feet, tissues spilling out onto the floor like a sad, crumpled mountain. His cheeks were flushed, not from his usual smug confidence, but from what was clearly a fever. Every so often, he’d let out a pitiful little cough between snores, completely oblivious to the world around him.

Geto, on the other hand, had claimed the couch near your window. He was bundled up in a pile of blankets, arms crossed over his chest, his usual calm and composed expression now marred by fatigue. His eyes were closed, but every so often he would let out a weak groan, shifting uncomfortably as he tried to find a better position. The usual stoic Suguru was clearly losing a battle to the very cold that had plagued you.

Shoko, who usually prided herself on being the practical one, was sprawled out on the floor, her head resting on her arm, looking the most unbothered by the situation. Despite her laid-back demeanor, there was no denying the slight paleness to her skin and the congestion in her breathing. She looked like she’d just resigned herself to her fate.

You blinked, piecing together the scene in front of you. ‘They all caught it? ‘

“Oh no,” you murmured under your breath, feeling a mix of guilt and amusement bubble up inside you. These three, who had spent the night tending to you—Gojo’s chaotic energy, Geto’s calm attentiveness, and Shoko’s dry practicality—were now all victims of the very illness they’d been trying to help you with.

Gojo let out a particularly loud snore, jolting himself awake with a startled, “Wha—?!” He blinked rapidly, then groaned, rubbing his eyes beneath his tilted sunglasses. “Ugh… why does my head feel like it’s been cursed?” His voice was hoarse and nasal, making him sound almost pathetic.

You bit back a laugh, watching as he slowly registered the situation. “Morning, Satoru,” you said, voice filled with quiet amusement. “Feeling okay?”

He turned his head to you, his sunglasses sliding down the bridge of his nose. He squinted at you as if trying to determine whether this was reality or some fever-induced dream. “Wait... you’re up? And you look fine?!” His voice cracked, and he dissolved into a fit of coughing.

“Seems like you guys caught what I had,” you said, now unable to stop yourself from grinning.

Gojo groaned dramatically, flopping back in the chair and throwing his arm over his eyes. “This is so unfair. I came here to save you, not to be infected!”

Across the room, Geto stirred from his blanket cocoon, one eye opening to observe the scene. He looked at you, blinking slowly. “You’re awake,” he muttered, his voice heavy with congestion. “And we’re sick.”

You winced, sitting up a bit straighter. “I’m really sorry. I didn’t mean for you guys to catch it.”

He waved a dismissive hand but immediately regretted the motion as he coughed into his blanket. “It’s fine. Just bad timing.”

Shoko rolled over onto her back, staring up at the ceiling as if she’d lost the will to move. “I knew I shouldn’t have let Satoru get so close. He’s a walking germ magnet.”

Gojo perked up at that, looking far more indignant than his sickly state should have allowed. “Me? You were the one breathing right next to them last night! You’re the doctor. Shouldn’t you have taken more precautions?”

Shoko turned her head lazily to look at him, her gaze unbothered. “And you’re the one who thought energy drinks and chocolates would cure a cold. You’re lucky we didn’t all die from a sugar overdose.”

Geto sighed, pulling his blanket up over his head as if to block out their bickering. “Both of you, shut up. I’m trying to sleep.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, though you quickly tried to cover it with a cough. “I feel really bad,” you said, sliding out of bed. “You guys did so much for me, and now you’re all suffering.”

“Trust me, we’ve dealt with worse,” Shoko said, her voice nasal and thick with congestion. “Just pass me those tissues, and I’ll survive.”

You grabbed the tissues and handed them to her, and then turned to Gojo, who had begun dramatically fanning himself as if his fever were an inferno. “I’ll get you some water, Satoru. Calm down.”

He pouted at you but didn’t protest, which was a clear sign of how miserable he actually felt.

As you moved around the room, gathering supplies—tissues for Shoko, water for Gojo, and more blankets for Geto—you couldn’t help but smile to yourself. Last night, they had been the ones taking care of you, and now the roles were reversed.

When you handed Geto a fresh blanket, he peered out from his cocoon just long enough to offer you a faint smile. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice tired but genuine.

“Don’t mention it,” you replied, tucking the blanket around him.

“Hey,” Gojo called weakly from his chair. “Where’s my fancy nurse service? I expect top-tier care now that I’m on death’s door.”

You shot him a look, but there was no malice behind it. “You’ll get your fancy nurse service, don’t worry.”

“I’d like some tea,” Shoko mumbled from her spot on the floor, waving a hand in the air. “Suguru’s tea. None of Satoru’s concoctions.”

“Noted,” you said, making a mental list of what they each needed.

And so, for the rest of the morning, you found yourself playing nurse, bringing them tea, cold compresses, and whatever else they requested between weak protests and half-hearted bickering. Even though they complained, you could tell they appreciated it, the same way you’d appreciated them being there for you when you were down.

It wasn’t long before they all fell back into a restless sleep, their fevers making them groggy and irritable. You watched them with a fond smile, feeling a warmth in your chest that had nothing to do with the lingering remnants of your cold. Despite the chaos, these were your friends—the ones who would show up, sickness and all, just to make sure you weren’t alone. Even if it meant catching your cold in the process.

As you sat down in the chair beside them, finally able to rest, you couldn’t help but think that even though the roles had reversed, you wouldn’t have it any other way. You were all in this together, through curses, chaos, and colds alike.

Nanami Kento - FanBehavior

Warnings: None

One shot of Nanami because I was listening to fan behavior by Isaac Dunbar and he immediately popped into my head

Nanami has a fan club, yep that’s right, a fan club. One which you as his s/o didn’t know about till now. The only reason you found out was because of Gojo Satoru, an old friend of yours.

Needless to say, Satoru was very annoyed at the lack of a fan club for him.

“How come he gets a fan club? I’m much better looking than he is, don’t you think n/n?” Satoru whined.

You were on your way to find Kento to have lunch with him and found Satoru on your way, who insisted on tagging along.

“Do you think I could get in to his fan club?” You wondered out loud, shocking Gojo.

“Hey! N/n! You’re supposed to be on my side!” You let out a slight laugh at Gojo’s childish behavior.

“Why can’t both of you have fan clubs?”

“That’s a great idea! N/n I’m appointing you as president of my fan club.”

“Sure you are” You replied, speeding up your pace slightly.

Gojo got sidetracked by a student of his and continued yelling after you until you were out of earshot. Laughing at Satoru’s antics you finally reached your lovely boyfriend’s office. Shocked by what you saw.

There was not one, but three girls all confessing their love to Kento. You decided to wait a bit before interfering. He rejected them all, but only two of them left. One stayed and tried to force herself onto your boyfriend. She kissed him.

Annoyed you walked over to them, Kento had already shoved her off of him even before he noticed you, her gaudy red lipstick smudged against his lips. Absolutely pissed now you walked over to Kento and kissed him hard on the lips.

A whistle left Gojo’s mouth, interrupting the kiss between you and Kento as you turned to the doorway where he was leaning. You glared at him slightly. Gojo raised his hands in innocence.

“By all means, continue the face sucking. I’ll get the girl out of here.” Gojo grabbed the suprisingly strong girl and took the girl out of the office. Finally letting you two be alone.

“Your fan club is insane sweetheart”

“I know,” Kento replied as he picked up his car keys from his desk, “how about you we go somewhere nice for lunch?”

Agreeing, you both walk out to his car hand in hand. You decided if that’s how they’re going to be, you don’t need to be in his fan club. Not with that fan behavior.

Jujutsu Kaisen Masterlist

Gojo Satoru

Nanami Kento

Toge Inumaki

Miscellaneous

Toge Inumaki - Salmon

Warnings: None :D

My favorite JJK boy 🩷

Reader Gender not specified

You loved Toge, Toge loved you. You both had a lovely relationship. It could get a bit challenging though. With Toge not speaking due to his cursed technique.

You both had a secret language set up though, so you always knew what Toge wanted and all the lovey things of the sort.

Even though you had all that, Toge was still a shy baby when it came to initiating things. You told him multiple times a day that you loved him, and Toge was yet to say it back, but that’s okay, you knew he did even if he was too shy to say it.

Today was a day like all the others. The wind was blowing gently and the sun was out, providing some warmth on this chilly autumn day. You and Toge were just sitting outside together, under your favorite oak tree, as the fall winds gently blew leaves to the ground every once in a while.

Toge’s head rested in your lap as you ran your fingers through his hair. You used your free hand to make pressings of any particularly beautiful leaves that happened to fall your way.

The peace and silence was disturbed by Inumaki’s stomach letting out a loud growl. His face turned red, like a tomato. Cute.

“Don’t be embarrassed love, it’s been a while since we had food. Why don’t we go make some Tuna Mayo Onigiri inside?” You asked him, knowing there shouldn’t be anyone using the kitchen right now.

Brightening up at the mention of his favorite food he quickly stood up and offered you his hand, which you took happily. You both walked to te kitchen hand in hand.

You got out all the ingredients for it as Inumaki watched you. You were completely focused on cooking, startling when Toge wrapped his arms around you, causing some mayo to land on his cheek. Letting out a gasp, he grabbed the bottle of mayonnaise and squeezed some on to your face in retaliation.

The food was quickly forgotten as you and Toge went into a full fledged food fight, condiments and ingredients being thrown everywhere. By the end both of you laid on the floor exhausted from everything, wide smiles painted across your faces.

Toge shifted so that he was on top of you, capturing your lips with his own in a sweet kiss. You lifted your arms, wrapping them around him as he deepened the kiss.

Finally having to pull apart due to a lack of air, Toge collapsed down onto you.

“Salmon” Toge said softly. I love you.

“I love you too” You replied smiling softly. You really did love Toge, and Toge loved you.

Hickey Headcanons

How some of the JJK boys would react to you leaving a hickey

Warnings: None that I know of

Reader Gender not specified

Gojo Satoru:

- Yes

- Would wear them with pride

- Might even ask for more when they start to fade away

Nanami Kento:

- It’s fine as long as it’s under the collar of his shirt

- If not he doesn’t really like them

- Doesn’t think they look professional at work

Yuuji Itadori:

- Blushy. So very blushy when someone else points them out

- He likes them a little, not as much as Gojo

Megumi Fushiguro:

- Pretends he doesn’t like them

- He really really likes them

Toge Inumaki:

- Adores them

- No one ever sees them due to what he wears so it’s like a secret that he cherishes

- It’s like having a little mark of you everywhere he goes

Toji Fushiguro:

- He’s more likely to leave hickies on you than you are on him

- When you do he wouldn’t really care that much to be honest

- If he hickies you, he’ll make sure you can’t cover it

Geto Suguru:

- Once again probably more likely to hickey you

- Subtly shows it off but also uses it as a way to keep people away from you, he’s a bit possessive

Mahito:

- Lots of hickies for him

- He likes it

- The more pain you cause while making them the more he likes them

- Sadistic masochist

Aoi Todo:

- Would make it a competition to see who could get the most hickies on the other person

- He’d show off the ones you left on him, making the single people suffer

- I feel like he just gloats about you a lot in general