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Chapter 11 - Kickflip

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: You and Choso take things to the next level.

Genre: Skater AU

Chapter Warning: Smut,P in V Sexy Time, Cunnilingus, Phone Sex, Profanity, Mutual Masturbation?, Masturbation, Unprotected Sex (don't be like them - WRAP IT UP), Creampie (at least we're on bc), Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

A/N: thanks for your patience on this one! i took my time because i REALLY wanted to do this chapter justice. it's been a LONG journey to get here. this chapter ended up being JUST under 12k words omg. I hope yall enjoy!

When Choso pulls back, you find yourself chasing him, a small whine falling from your lips before you can even try to stop it. It’s pathetic really, how eager you are to be close to him after just this short time apart. He’s traveled for competition longer than this and yet, now that you’ve gotten a small dose of what life would be like without Choso within your reach, you’re positive that you never want to experience it again.

He chuckles softly, thumb caressing your cheek as you stare up at him. Those beautiful brown eyes of his seem to almost glow in the dark, hypnotizing you. You're not sure if you’d ever gotten lost in anyone's eyes the way you do Choso's. You’re so lost in them you barely notice when his lips begin to move, calling your name quietly. You only snap out of your daze when Choso cups your jaw in his hand and leans forward to press a soft kiss to your cheek.

“So…” He looks away for a moment. Like he’s wondering if it’s worth asking. But it must be because he asks anyway, “how did the conversation go?”

Ah, right. With everything that had happened tonight, and the intensity of it all, you had forgotten you let Choso know you would be heading to Suguru’s to talk.

Earlier that evening…

You’d called Choso before texting Suguru that you were heading his way. He was a little taken aback since the first thing that had left your big mouth after Choso said “hello” was “I’m on my way to Suguru’s place”.

“Huh…” was all Choso could muster.

You quickly scrambled to recover. It probably wasn’t the best idea to start off your first conversation in days by telling him you were heading to the apartment of the man he despises.

“Sorry! What I meant to say is I’m heading over to Suguru’s…to end things. For good.”

“Oh.”

The silence hung heavily between the both of you and you wondered if maybe you’d gotten the wrong idea from the voice message Choso had left you. Perhaps when he said he wanted the chance to sit down and talk, he truly meant he simply wanted to talk, and maybe end this messy affair you had dragged him into. And if that were the case, could you really blame him?

“He’s here by the way,” Choso mutters, pulling you out of your anxious thoughts. “At the park…” It’s then that you can hear the distant sound of wheels on pavement, so familiar to you after all this time.

“Oh, that’s awkward.”

And for the first time in what feels like forever, though it’s only been some days, you hear that cute little puff of air that you know as the sound of Choso trying to hold in a laugh. It makes you smile. You wonder if he’s smiling with you.

“Will you be okay going alone?” He asks.

Would you? You were nervous, of course. You’d become accustomed to having Suguru in your life regardless of how awful he was. But you had no doubt in your mind that this needed to happen. In order to secure your future, in order to show the man on the other end of this call that you were serious about him, you needed to do this – alone.

You inhale deeply, trying to steel your nerves. “Yeah. I– It’s gonna suck, but I’m ready to let this go…to let him go.”

You hear Choso hum distantly on the other end, followed by a light tapping noise just before you feel your phone vibrate. Oddly enough, it’s a text from Choso.

ChoCho: It’s getting weird. He thinks I don’t see him watching me from across the park. 

ChoCho: I’m gonna hang up. Good luck over there. Come meet me here when you’re done? We can talk.

The line goes dead…

You shake your head, bringing yourself back to the present. Choso’s question echoes in your thoughts. “How did the conversation go?”

“Not well,” you finally answer. “But that’s not my problem anymore.”

To this, Choso hums. “No, not anymore. Are you alright, though?”

Choso’s voice is gentle when he speaks, concern evident in his tone. He’s still holding your cheek, eyes scanning your face and your hand comes up to hold his wrist. You nod.

He is so perfect. You wish you had realized it sooner. You would have saved yourself, but more importantly Choso so much pain.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just…” Your words are failing you now, at the worst moment and you bite down on your lip as you try to gather your thoughts. Choso waits patiently for you, as always, and it makes you bite down just a bit harder. You know you don’t deserve him. You’re the lucky one here; the real winner between this fucked up love triangle you’ve been forcing everyone into over the last few months.

His dark, piercing eyes bore into yours, and the kindness and care you see in them makes you tear up. The tears prickle along your waterline and you almost want to throw your arms around his neck so you can bury your face and hide your tears there.

“I’m so sorry, Choso,” you breathe shakily. He holds your gaze steadily. He’s always steady. Never wavering. The security he provides you only makes you more emotional and you have to swallow down the sob that's threatening to come. “Really…I can’t even begin to tell you how fucking sorry I am.”

“You have no reason to be sorry.”

“Stop, I do!” You argue, voice rising. He always gives you grace, always finds a way to make it seem like you weren’t a piece of shit stringing him along. He’s only ever truly been upset with you once, that you know of - the day of the photoshoot. It was the first time you’d seen Choso lose his composure, really show how upset he was with you and this whole situation.

And while you want to tell him to yell at you, stop excusing your actions, to be angry with you – because honestly, he should be furious with you – you know better than anyone by now that Choso wears his heart on his sleeve. What he feels in the moment, you’ll see, without hesitation. So, you inhale deeply, calming yourself before you continue. The last thing you want to do is turn this into some big spectacle, although there’s no one around to actually witness it this late at night. 

“I’ve been dragging you along all this time, Choso. And you…you’ve been so patient and so kind and understanding when you didn’t have to be. I’m just…so sorry.”

Choso purses his lips as he takes your hand in his and squeezes softly. “I chose to stick around because I wanted to.” He brings your hand up to his mouth, presses his lips gently to your palm with a sweet kiss. “Because you were worth it.” Another kiss to your hand. “I just needed you to realize you were worth it, too.”

Your vision blurs, hot tears falling from your eyes and rolling down your cheeks. You don’t want to cry in front of Choso. You don’t deserve to cry in front of him, but when you left Suguru’s and rushed to the park, you didn’t have much hope. You fully expected Choso to tell you he was done with you, that this was over.

You’d expected a “thanks for ending it with that loser, but it’s too late”. And you would have had to swallow that and accept it. It would have simply been your karma. So to be sitting here with Choso who sprinkles kisses along your skin…Well, the overwhelming thought of the night ending very differently has your emotions running wild.

Heat rises to your cheeks as you meet Choso’s gaze. His eyes have hardly left yours for a moment, even as he places delicate little pecks to your wrist, up your forearm. He leans forward, lips continuing their path as he kisses your shoulder. You tilt your head to the side so he has the space to trail those sweet kisses up your neck. And then he’s running his lips along your jaw, up your cheek. 

The skatepark is empty, the only evidence of anyone around being the soft sighs from Choso and your quiet gasps when his lips touch the spots he knows make your knees weak. 

And even in this wide open space, the air inside the little bubble that you and Choso reside in already feels thick with desire. With the way Choso licks at the most sensitive areas of your neck, groans quietly against your skin, you have an idea of where this night is soon to be headed. 

You’re ready.

“Cho–”

You don’t have the opportunity to finish, the sound of Choso’s broken name falling uselessly between you as Choso seals his mouth over yours. Every kiss is tender, almost hesitant. It’s careful. 

Just so Choso. 

And that’s all that’s on your mind; the incredible man before you – Choso…

…who cups your cheek so gently as he pulls away and he asks…

“Will you…” A whisper into the kiss, and your brain is still stuck on Choso…

…whose soft lips caress yours again, just for a moment before he speaks once more…

“Come…”

You’ll go anywhere with him. Anywhere with Choso…

…who kisses you again, more passionately this time. 

“Back to my place?”

And you nod without delay, because you have only a single thought rattling around in that head of yours…and it’s Choso.

- - - - - -

The air seems to have only gotten thicker between the two of you. 

Choso had offered to follow you home, waited for you to pack your things and take you back to his place. It was then that the mood truly began to shift. From the moment you’d slid into the passenger seat of Choso’s car, it became a matter of whether or not you and Choso would even make it through the threshold of his home without tearing the other’s clothes off, the unspoken anticipation slowly eating at both your patience. 

After placing your bag in the back of his car, Choso leaned over to grab the seat belt and buckle you in. 

It wasn’t as if that was the first time Choso had done that for you. He always made sure to get the door for you, strap you in, ensure your safety. But this time, as Choso pulled the belt around your body, hand lingering so close to your chest, there was this spark of electricity between you that felt so intense, you could swear you heard it buzzing throughout the vehicle, felt it tingling along your skin. You know Choso felt it, too. You could see the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly, and how he was careful not to touch you when he quickly secured the belt around you and clicked you in before putting the car in gear and driving off.

It happened once more when you finally pulled up to Choso’s house. Too in your own head and not paying attention, you’d opened your car door without looking only to run straight into Choso’s hard chest. He caught you easily, both arms wrapping around your waist to hold you steady while your palms rested flat against his pecks. 

And there was that buzz again, radiating heavily between the two of you. The spark had always been there between you and Choso. This low, constant hum that kept steady. But tonight…tonight, this electricity felt dangerous, in the most exciting way.

You watch Choso’s gaze drift to your mouth, watch how his tongue pokes in his cheek. He’s kissed you already tonight, but he seems hesitant now. His hands grip onto the fabric of your clothes like he wants to pull you into him but he’s resisting the urge. 

Maybe he thinks you’re not ready to take the next step with him. Or maybe he’s trying to take things slow for his own sake. Knowing Choso, he probably doesn’t want to give you the wrong idea. Doesn’t want you to think he only asked you to stay over because he’s trying to sleep with you. Another thing you really like about him, but you don’t give a shit about that right now. 

Your heart is racing, pounding against your ribcage in anticipation. You’ve only got eyes for this man and you want him to wreck you. And it’s apparent he wants to do the same. You see the desire in his eyes, the way his pupils are so dilated his eyes are practically black as he stares down at you.

Your pulse quickens the longer you match his gaze. Then you finally speak, a hushed “I’ve been thinking about you all day.” 

“Yeah?” Choso asks. You feel his hands tracing up and down your spine and your skin ignites with goosebumps.

“Yes.”

“And what exactly were you thinking?” His voice comes out rougher, raspier than normal and it only sets the small fire in your core ablaze.

“That I couldn’t wait to be with you…be alone with you.”

“Hmm.” His tongue slides along his bottom lip and your eyes snap down to the motion.

You want to kiss him again, taste his tongue on yours and have him taste you.

“Do you want me?” He questions. His hand slowly slides down to rest on the small of your back and just his touch has you so turned on you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning out into the night.

“So badly, Choso,” you confess. Choso watches you squirm beneath his touch, trying to contain yourself. He’s trying to do the same, but he’s slowly losing the battle.

Every time you speak, every time you peer up at him with those pretty eyes and even prettier lips, he’s that much closer to losing himself to you. And he knows he will lose himself in you once he has you completely. Your taste has haunted Choso since spending your first night together. The memory of your mouth on him has taken over his thoughts more times than he can count. He daydreams of you constantly.

He needs you.

Choso releases his hold on you, then reaches into the back seat of his car and grabs your overnight bag. “We should get inside then.” He tells you. He swiftly turns around and you practically run after him, following him towards the entrance. 

When you reach the front door, Choso lays his hand on the doorknob. Instead of turning it, he pauses briefly, then turns to you. And his stare shoots straight to your core. It reminds you of the very first time you’d ever been intimate with each other. Your cheeks warm and your heart thrums excitedly in your chest. You don’t dare look away. 

Time seems to stand still, even as Choso pushes the door to his home open. Even as he takes your hand in his and lifts it to his lips, eyes still locked onto yours.

And your head swims once again with nothing but thoughts of Choso…

…who has never been anything but patient, kind and gentle with you…

…which is why it shocks you just a bit when Choso roughly slams his bedroom door, pinning you between it and his large body. His lips capture yours hungrily, greedily, desperately. Like kissing you is what keeps his heart beating. Your thoughts are foggy, Choso the only thing on your mind. You feel lightheaded from the intoxicating way Choso kisses you right now. You think you’ll float away if he stops.

He breaks the kiss, groaning when you take his bottom lip in your teeth and suck lightly. “Can I ask you something?” He mutters when you release him. There’s a crimson hue that has now appeared on Choso’s cheeks and spread to the tips of his ears. It’s so cute. 

You make a mental note that it seems when Choso is feeling shy or nervous, that’s where he blushes the hardest.

“Anything,” you answer easily.

Choso bites down on his lip, looking you over. When his eyes settle on yours again, there’s something different in them, something hungry. His gaze falls back to your mouth and your breath hitches in your throat when you feel Choso gently press his thumb to your lips. You hear his sharp intake of breath, thumb gently caressing along your bottom lip.

Then he kisses you, his thumb still on your lips, like he’s so desperate to taste you that he couldn’t be bothered to move it. It’s quick, one or two pecks and then he’s back to absentmindedly watching his thumb stroke along your mouth again.

Every kiss is becoming more and more dizzying, has your heart beating so fast, and so hard that you think if Choso leans just an inch closer, he’ll be able to hear it. 

And if only you knew that if you leaned just an inch closer, you would hear his own heart clawing at his ribcage as he asks, “Are you mine now?”

Your hands find Choso’s chest and you ball the fabric between your fists, confident when you answer him. “Yes.” 

And it’s true; you’re his. 

But your answer doesn’t satisfy the man before you just yet. You see it in the frown line that forms between his brows, in the way his eyes stare into yours, searching.

“I need you to say it,” he demands. His large hands grip your waist now, and he’s leaning forward to press his forehead to yours, eyes drifting shut as he inhales deeply. “I need to hear you say that you’re mine now…just mine. Nobody else’s…” Choso’s hold tightens, only slightly. “Because you have no idea how much I want you right now. I want…” He pauses, taking another deep breath. “No, I need you to be mine. I won’t share you again.”

Your pulse picks up, the need in Choso’s voice only making your heart slam faster, if that’s even possible. You loop your arms around Choso’s neck, pulling him down just enough for your lips to touch. You want him to hear it when you say it. You want him to feel it when you say it. Feel it against him, feel it in him. And know that you mean it. 

“I’m yours, Choso,” you whisper against his lips, and you can feel him melt into your embrace, a heavy sigh leaving him as he presses himself into you. “Only yours.”

Choso’s mouth finds yours, lips slotting against you, greedily swallowing every moan you let out as his hands trace a path to your waistband. He toys with the fabric between his fingers for a while, his lips now busy kissing and sucking what you’re sure are marks into your neck. This is a side of possessiveness you haven’t seen in Choso before.

It’s so fucking arousing. The way Choso tugs at your waistband, how he nips at the skin on your neck just before he runs his tongue over the mark to soothe the sting. You’re whimpering with every bite. You’re so painfully turned on, you can’t help but to push your hips forward, meeting Choso’s hard length confined within his pants. Then it’s Choso’s turn to whimper, face buried in your neck as he meets your hips, pressing himself into your groin again and again. 

Choso wants to have you so badly, he can’t think straight right now. All he knows is that he wants you, and you want him. That you told him you’re his, and he’s always been yours. His heart swells with this news. This type of happiness is foreign to him, but he wants to get used to it…with you.

He kisses his way down to your collarbone, where he sucks new marks as his hips continue to grind into yours, pressing you harder and harder against the door. Your skin, your sweat, your taste on his tongue is intoxicating, and he only wants to have more.

“There’s so many things I wanna do to you,” he rasps, as he tugs at your waistband again.

“Yeah? Like what?”

To this, Choso hums as he leans back to look at you. “Honestly?”

Your brow arches, a slow grin spreading along your face. “Have you ever been anything but honest?”

“No.” He chuckles. “I always say what I mean. I always mean what I say.” He’s kissing along your neck again, pulling moan after moan from you as he breathes into your skin, “I wanna taste you, love.”

Love.

It’s not like Choso is telling you he loves you. It’s simply a term of endearment. And yet, the pet name has your silly little head spinning.

“Wanna make you cum on my tongue again.” He trails kisses down your throat, your chest, talking to you along the way. “You know the first time you did it?” He scoffs to himself, like he can’t believe that happened. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks. I still think about it.”

You sink your teeth into your bottom lip, watching Choso’s slow descent along your abdomen, where he leaves sweet smooches along the way.

“I’ve been thinking about doing it again…” He’s on his knees now, fingers still hooked into the waistband of your pants. He kisses your left hip and your mouth falls open with a quiet sigh, clearly a sensitive spot for you. “Been hoping to do it again. So please…” Choso leans over, kisses your right hip and you can’t help the broken whimper falling from your lips. He peers up at you, brown eyes blown out with lust as he asks, “Will you let me taste you?”

You don’t know if you’ve ever seen a sexier thing. This man who has quickly become everything to you, on his knees, begging for you to let him have a taste of you…

Suddenly you’re very aware of the extreme wetness pooling between your legs. You feel self-conscious for all of a second before you meet Choso’s lustful stare again. How could you deny him when he so clearly craves you?

You place your hands on top of his, pushing down and letting Choso drag your pants and panties all the way to your ankles before you kick them off to the side. 

“You can have all of me,” you breathe. “I’m yours.” 

Choso feels his heart skip. 

“I’m yours.”

The words echo in Choso’s head, over and over until he can think of nothing else but you. Which is not unusual for him, but it feels like now that you’ve confirmed you’re his and his alone, he has this strange urge to also claim all of you.

Choso sits back on his knees, admiring the view as he cards his fingers through his loose hair. Is that all it takes to make you putty like this? Have you absolutely drenched with arousal? A few kisses to your neck and your chest? Your panties were drenched when he pulled them down. And the apex of your thighs, your pretty lips…they’re all soaked with evidence of your desire for him. 

It makes Choso think that Suguru must not have been that good to you. Which is a pity because you’re so fucking beautiful when you look so disheveled like this. But that’s okay. He’ll treat you right. He’ll worship you like you deserve to be worshiped.

But he needs to pull himself together first because he’s not much better off than you. Clearly, a few kisses to your neck and your chest are enough to make him putty as well because he’s so turned on by just the sight of you. His dick is screaming to be released. He can’t seem to pull his eyes from your core, and he’s not sure if he wants to. He wants to taste you desperately. Even more so when his eyes drift up to yours and find you already looking down at him, chest rising and falling rapidly with heavy breaths of anticipation. 

You want him just as badly as he wants you. And he doesn’t want to keep you waiting for another fucking second.

Choso closes the distance, pressing a soft kiss to your bare pussy and you shiver, the coil forming low in your belly already getting tighter by the second. You blame it on all the teasing looks, and the building tension on the drive over. The coil only grows tighter when Choso fully dips his tongue between your folds and begins lapping at your core. Your head falls back against the door, eyes closed tight as you concentrate on simply trying to keep yourself from crashing to the floor the moment Choso’s tongue immediately finds your clit like it’s muscle memory for him, licking light circles.

“Ah, Choso–” Both your hands hold onto his brown locks.

He opens his mouth, presses his tongue flat against your clit, and places loud, wet kisses to your pussy. You quickly lose yourself to the incredible feeling of his tongue lapping at you. He’s as amazing as he was the last time he was between your legs. Just as skilled, just as attentive, finding any and all spots that make your legs tremble even in the slightest. And he enjoys every reaction you give him. Every cute little sigh, every broken moan of his name…Choso loves when you say his name. 

Because it’s his name on your tongue, no one else’s. Because it meant you were only focused on him. His name falling from your lips was honest, gentle, and seductive. And each time you sighed it, moaned it, or whimpered it, it made Choso work harder to bring you closer to your peak. 

A guttural groan comes from deep in Choso’s chest as he hooks an arm beneath your thigh and puts your leg over his shoulder and you gasp because now he’s somehow even deeper. His tongue teases at your entrance and you feel yourself clench around nothing, the light taps against your hole prompting it to seek for something to enter. Choso hums, the vibrations running straight through to your clit and you whimper softly. 

His tongue is incredible, skilled as it runs flat across your cunt and sends shivers up your spine every time it rubs the bundle of nerves. Your mind is working overtime trying to keep up with your body. Every lick and smack of Choso’s mouth against you has your skin tingling.

Choso is attentive, carefully finding what spots make your breath hitch and staying there until you’re crying out his name. He wants to make a mess of you before the night is over and he’s going to be sure to do it. And by the way your back arches against the door, and your hands pull at his hair, it doesn’t seem like it’s going to take much anyway. 

He pushes further into your pussy, seeking better access while his hands hold your ass. 

“Fuck, fuck,” You gasp when Choso sucks hard on your clit just before he flicks that tongue of his over it.

“Shit,” Choso groans into your core. “Taste so…” he drags his tongue through your folds. “...fucking sweet, baby.” Choso’s cock is throbbing between his legs. Your fucking scent, your fucking taste. He’s so drunk on you. He never wants to stop devouring you. 

You’re panting above him, soft moans rushing past your lips as your legs start to shake around Choso’s head. And while he doesn’t want you to cum yet, he wants to taste your release on his tongue again. Then he wants to feel your body wrapped around him when you cum again while he’s buried deep inside of you.

With his free hand, Choso runs his index finger between your folds, gathering your slick before he stops right above your hole. He teases at your entrance, reveling in the way you tug at his hair impatiently. You so clearly want him to fill you, stretch your walls in any way possible. He’s happy to oblige. He glances up to see you staring down at him again, eyes half-lidded, lips parted as your chest heaves. Your breaths come harshly. You look so beautiful, so ready to be fucked, so ready to be his.

He keeps his gaze on yours as he presses his finger forward, dick pulsing when your walls clench down on his thick finger immediately. God, he wants to feel you around him so badly. Your mouth falls open with a silent moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head as Choso pushes into you until he’s knuckle deep. He’s grateful he’s been eating you out, the wetness adding to the ease in which he’s able to slip in.

“You’re so fucking tight. So tight, love,” he grits out, being met with a loud moan in response to his new pet name for you. Choso pulls his finger back, slowly pushing it back in and your grip on his hair tightens, making him increase the pace in which he fucks you with his finger. His mouth latches back onto you.

“M-more, baby,” you beg. “I need more.”

“Mmm,” Choso hums into you as he slips a second finger into your dripping cunt.

It’s like music to his ears. The way you cry out his name, the deliciously lewd squelch when you grind yourself against his hand, the slurping sounds from his mouth as he devours you.

You don’t want him to stop, don’t want this to be over, but you’re rapidly approaching your climax. And as much as you’re loving this feeling, you know you don’t have much longer until you reach your peak. Because the way Choso’s tongue runs over your heat, how his fingers somehow find the exact spot that makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, how your heart races when you look down and see Choso staring back up at you, eyes full of all his desire for you, it’s enough to send you over the edge.

And it does, your legs shaking violently as your orgasm crashes over you without warning. You feel Choso’s free hand grip your thigh to keep you steady. It’s so intense, you don’t even realize you’ve bent forward, clutching desperately onto Choso’s shoulders. It’s so intense, you can’t even hear the garbled cry of Choso’s name leaving your lips over and over. All you can see is white behind your eyelids as you ride Choso’s fingers and tongue through absolute ecstasy.

When you straighten back up, Choso pulls back from your core, lazily pumping his fingers into you. You’re still squeezing down on him, so tight even as you’re catching your breath. And he wants to give you a moment to breathe, but there’s this primal part of him whose patience is wearing thin.

So he stands, pulling his fingers from inside of you, crashing his lips into yours and swallowing your whimpers. You can taste yourself on his lips, on his tongue as he tangles the muscle with yours. The kiss is sloppy, a mix of both your saliva and release. 

And it’s intoxicating.

It sets you right back at square one, a messy puddle with arousal dripping between your thighs.

All for Choso.

He places his hands beneath your thighs. Gently, he lifts you, carrying you to his bed where he lays you down on your back. Choso slowly crawls along your body, a hand coming up to brush his knuckles across your cheek. His eyes stare softly into yours, silently asking for your consent. Because he’s ready to take that next step if you are. To solidify what Choso intends to be a full on committed relationship.

And you nod, because you believe him. Because you trust him. With your body, but mostly importantly, with your heart.

“I’m going to take good care of you,” Choso promises, still gazing into your eyes before kissing you tenderly. “I’m never going to give you a reason to doubt me. Never going to break your heart.”

“I know,” you tell him. “I won’t ever break yours again.”

It’s a promise you intend to keep.

You cup your hand to the back of his head, tangling your fingers in his hair and bring him down for another kiss. Choso groans softly into your mouth and you take the opportunity to slip your tongue into his. Your tongues dance together as Choso slips his hand down the hem of your shirt and under, his fingers ghosting back up to your breasts. 

A quiet gasp interrupts the kiss as Choso’s long fingers find your nipple, taking the soft bud and rolling it between his thumb and his index finger. He pulls back slightly, watching intently as your expression beneath him changes from tender and adoring to lustful, raw with desire as you arch your back to push your breast further into his touch. 

Choso has seen this look on your face less than a handful of times. And each time, the look shoots straight to his dick. He releases you for the briefest of seconds before he’s reaching down to hurriedly lift your shirt over your head. He tosses your top to the floor, doing the same with his own shirt right after.

His eyes rake over you and your breasts, drinking in the way your nipples seem to further harden the longer he stares.

“You’re beautiful,” he tells you, now that he can see you in all your nude glory. Just perfection.

Choso dips down to press a kiss to the valley between your breasts before taking your right nipple in his mouth. With his free hand, he takes hold of your other breast, caressing gently as his tongue rolls over your nipple. He tries not to smirk too hard when your hands find their way into his hair again, which Choso is beginning to find to be his favorite part of making you come undone. He loves the feeling of you trying your damnedest to bring him impossibly closer to you.

Your head lolls back, Choso’s tongue flicking over your hardened bud only serving to intensify the pleasure already building up in your core again. At this point, there’s a nagging worry in the back of your head that you’re absolutely soaking Choso’s sheets with your arousal. But you can’t bring yourself to care when Choso releases your nipple from his mouth with an obnoxiously wet pop. 

He adjusts himself between your thighs, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, along your jaw and back to your lips. You feel him roll his hips forward, his own arousal evident between you. A gasp rushes past your lips when you feel his hard erection pressing insistently against your center, hot, heavy and pulsing. It leaves you breathless.

“You like that?” Choso questions, grinding his hips into yours once again and only receiving your moan in response. “Like feeling how hard you make me?” He dips down to place a kiss beneath your jaw. “Do you?”

Another grind of his hips. And you’re sure you could cum just like this.

“God, yes,” you whine quietly. “I love feeling how hard I make you, baby.”

Choso groans, rolling his hips forward another time, please with your answer. You can feel the smirk on his lips when your grip in his hair tightens as you moan. 

“Wanna feel you, Choso,” you whimper. “Please.”

And it’s all Choso needs to hear before he’s lifting his hips, pushing his pants down and kicking them off to the floor in what feels like one swift motion. You spread your legs wider for him, giving him room to fully settle back in. The feeling of his bare cock resting between your slick folds has you both shivering with pleasure.

“This okay?” He asks through gritted teeth. Because of course he does. He never wants you to be uncomfortable.

“It’s so good.”

Choso’s lips find yours and he kisses you hungrily. It feels like hours of you both making out, tongues tangling as you adjust to finally being a step closer to fully having each other.

But when your hands, already buried in Choso’s locks, tug just right, he can’t help the pathetic whine that falls from his lips. Nor can he help the way his hips stutter. And neither of you can help the loud moans that come when Choso’s length slides along your soaking pussy.

“Ah…” You hear Choso exhale shakily above you, jaw taut. You can feel his thighs trembling slightly between your legs, like he’s trying to resist moving.

But you want him to move. So you pull him down to you, crushing your lips to his as you move your hips, grinding his length between you. The ridges of his cock drag deliciously over your clit. You press your hips into Choso’s again and again. You don’t want to stop. And neither does Choso apparently, because he begins to meet every roll of your hips with his own until it’s just the both of you exchanging moans between you as you grind against each other.

“Fuck, babe. So damn wet,” Choso grunts.

“Just for you, Choso. You make me feel so good,” You kiss him sweetly, swallowing his whimper when you praise him.

He keeps fucking himself against you, pulling away from the kiss to hide his face in the crook of your neck.

The heat from your pussy engulfs his cock. And it’s dizzying. He wants to be inside of you, but he can’t seem to pull himself away from just the sensation of your sopping cunt slipping and sliding against him. It feels too amazing. So good, Choso’s afraid he’s not going to last much longer here.

He’s desperate for you, has been desperate for you for some time. And the buildup that he’s had to endure in the span of having his face buried between your thighs, swallowing every drop of your cum and now losing himself to your pussy before even getting to be inside of it has him ready to explode.

It’s almost embarrassing to ask, but he wants to do this with you. If you agree, of course. So before he loses himself, even as the heat rushes to his cheeks and the coil in his groin tightens and threatens to snap, he whimpers out a quiet, “are you on birth control?”

You almost miss it, because your brain is frazzled, overstimulated because you’ve only just recovered from your last release and your next is coming up quickly. But you still hear it.

“Y-yes,” you answer, moaning when you feel Choso’s cock throb between your legs. And he’s thrusting against you just a little faster now, breaths quickening.

“I need to cum in you,” Choso grits between thrusts. “Need to fill you up with me. Need to make you mine.”

Your eyes widen, not because you're offended or surprised at how blunt he's being. Choso has never been anything but honest. You’re more surprised at the immediate flood of arousal that's just seeped between you both, only making more of a mess because of the way he's speaking to you. Your moans only spur Choso on, your core tightening because this new possessiveness Choso has been revealing tonight turns you on to no end. 

“Yes. God, please.” You hear his breath hitch against your skin when you moan your response.. “I want your cum, please. Fill me up, Choso.”

“Yeah, baby?” Choso hisses against your skin. “Want me to?”

“Please, please. Gimme your cum, Choso, please. I want it.” 

Choso digs his hips into yours roughly, the pressure to your already sensitive nub suddenly pushing you over the edge sooner than you thought. Your cry echoes throughout Choso’s room as your legs wrap around his waist, squeezing shakily as your orgasm rips through you once more.

And Choso is still fucking himself against you, loving the way your pussy is practically screaming for something to fill it. And when the sudden feeling of his own release shoots up his spine in a rush, Choso is happy to do so. You need no time to adjust, Choso dipping a hand between you and guiding his tip to your entrance. He pushes his entire length in, bottoming out easily and groaning hoarsely when your sweet, slick walls wrap around him, convulsing hard. You feel better than he imagined. So hot, so tight, so wet. 

Choso rears his hips back, then rolls them forward again, sinking into you, slowly, and your body's reaction is immediate. Goosebumps ignite along your skin. Your heart races and your breath hitches as you savor the incredible feeling of every ridge and vein stroking along your walls, every pulse of his length as you take more of him, stuffing you so full you can hardly breathe. You writhe beneath Choso, moaning when Choso pulls his hips back once more before he’s wasting no time slamming into you frantically as he chases his high.

“Gonna fill this tight little pussy with my cum, baby,” he grunts, balls slapping messily against your ass. “Need to fill this pussy. Fuck, you feel so fucking good. Shit.”

You’ve never seen this side of Choso before. It’s a new feeling to him, too. Choso is certain he’s never felt this way about anyone else before. But he can’t help it. He feels some primal need to suddenly claim you now. Because he has to. Because he can.

He wants to be sure that everyone knows you’re his.

“Tell me you’re mine again,” Choso begs. Because even he’s still having a hard time believing it. He’s got his head between your breasts now, pounding into you desperately. “P– please. Say it, baby. Tell me you’re mine.”

Your back arches, hands leaving Choso’s hair to grip at his sheets when the tip of his cock taps your sweet spot. It almost makes you cum all over again.

“Oh my god,” you gasp as your eyes roll back. “F–fuck!” You can barely form a thought with the way Choso splits you open. “I’m…ah– I’m yours, baby. Only yours.”

It’s exactly what he needs to hear. Every rough drive of Choso’s hips has you crying out for him, has you clenching down on him so hard that it’s impossible for Choso to not be overcome with the sensation of his climax violently washing over him. His mouth falls open, loud groans mixing with your cries as he bottoms out once more, pushing himself as deep as he can go before he’s spilling into you, pumping you so full of his seed that he’s sure it’s dripping onto his sheets. But he can’t be bothered to care. Not when your pussy hugs his cock so tight, milks him for all he’s worth.

Choso kisses between your breasts, up your chest, your neck, all the way up until he reaches your lips. His dick twitches with every spurt of his cum. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to stop. Even as you both catch your breath, and he’s quietly moaning sweet words to you, he can still feel himself pulsing with the shockwaves of his release.

He kisses a trail down to what he’s now discovered may be his new favorite spot – the crook of your neck – and moans lowly against you, still fucking into you slowly, draining himself of everything he has to offer. “God, your pussy is so perfect. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” Choso breathes.

You laugh weakly, unable to do anything but attempt to catch your breath. Your chest rapidly rises and falls as you come down from your second release. Choso presses one last kiss to your neck as he pulls his finally softening length from you with a hiss. He climbs off of you, laying on your side and pulling you into his arms where he buries his nose in your hair.

“Are you okay?” He asks quietly, almost like he’s embarrassed about the way he acted a few moments ago.

You wrap an arm around him, hand finding his back and rubbing light circles. “I’m great.” You gaze up at the man, and he gazes back down at you, a small smirk curling on one side of his lips. You stay like that for a long while, your feelings for each other, and all the words left unspoken finally being seen in each other’s eyes.

It’s Choso who breaks the silence. 

“We should shower,” he suggests. He knows there’s a mess to be taken care of before either of you can relax comfortably. “I’ll start it and get this cleaned up.”

You nod, glad you thought to grab a bag before coming over. It’s easy to agree to a shower when you’ve got everything you need right here. You reluctantly pull yourself from Choso’s embrace. You sit up, about to get up to go find where you’d tossed your things when you’d fumbled in together, but you feel Choso’s large hand grab your wrist.

“Hey…” he calls to you.

You turn back to him, brows arched in surprise. “Yes?”

But Choso doesn’t say anything. He just…stares at you. And there’s a tenderness in his eyes that you’re certain you’ve seen before. It’s the same look he had when he met you at the park earlier that night, like he wants to say something, but can’t bring himself to just yet.

Instead, he sits up, presses one last soft peck to your lips. And then he’s out of bed, in the bathroom before you can blink and running a shower for you.

- - - - - -

After your showers, you and Choso lay in each other’s arms in his now clean bed. Choso hasn’t let you go since you’d crawled under the covers. It’s cute, the way he clings onto you like you’ll disappear if he loosens his grip for even a second. But you’re not going anywhere anymore. You’re content here, where you were always meant to be it seems.

“When do you go back to work?” Choso questions suddenly. You can hear the sleepiness in his voice. You know he must be tired. It’s the late hours of the night now, and the next day is slowly creeping in.

“I’ll be off next week and then I’ll go back.”

“So you can spend the week with me, then.” It’s not really a suggestion. Choso says it as if he’s noting that you’ll be with him for the week.

You giggle, and Choso snuggles even closer to you if that were possible. “Oh yeah? What are we going to be doing?”

Choso hums in thought. “I have a competition a few cities away. You could come with me.” You try not to be too surprised by this offer. Because you’ve never received it before. And it’s nice to finally get it. Choso’s hand holds the back of your neck, thumb slowly stroking back and forth along your skin. “I’ll only be there for a couple of days. You can come with me, watch me skate without the looming pressure of getting a good shot. We’ll hang out and come back.” He presses a small kiss to your forehead. “Like a long date sort of thing.”

You think about Yaga’s advice to take the next week off and get your shit together. Breaking things off with Suguru for good was the first step, and you and Choso just spent the entire night taking your relationship to the next level. Now he’s asking you if you want to spend more time taking things further. It’s a no brainer for you.

“Okay. Let’s go.”

- - - - - -

After your night with Choso, you’d spent the week with him as planned. You turned your phone off, resisting the temptation to check on work or see what your friends may be up to. You wanted to be fully focused on Choso and your new relationship. And you were glad you did. It gave you two a chance to truly spend uninterrupted time with only each other.

Choso had won his competition, of course, and despite the little promise you made to leave your camera at home, you couldn’t resist turning your phone back on for a few minutes while he skated. You couldn’t help it. You loved your job, you loved being behind the camera. And there was something just so majestic about the way Choso skated. It would be such a shame to not capture those moments. And surprisingly, you’d managed to get some incredible shots of him on your phone, which you promptly set as your screensaver.

Admittedly, you loved the way Choso’s ears practically glowed bright red when you showed him your screen.

But the week came and went in a rush and now you’re back at work. You thought your return would be awkward, your team having not seen you since the incident at the cover shoot. And yet, everyone was warm and welcoming upon your return. Funnily enough, quite a few of your team members had stopped you in the halls to quietly thank you. For what, you’re not sure, but you guessed it may have something to do with giving them front row seats to watch Naoya Zenin get pummeled. 

You made a mental note to pass their thanks along to Choso, who shyly admitted to you one day that he loved the feeling of knocking him on his ass.

It was about three weeks after your return to work that the higher ups switched up your routine. You went from taking on assignments for the skating department of the magazine to researching up and coming athletes for a new department that was being built. This meant you were busier now than ever. It also meant you were traveling more. It started as small trips. You were never gone for more than a day and you’d be back at Choso’s as soon as you were in town again. But the constant travel still meant seeing less of your boyfriend. Thankfully, he was understanding of this. Work came first, but you still felt guilty. 

Just when things were starting to become stable between the two of you, work soon became the new third wheel. But you both made it work. When you traveled, it was Choso dropping you off at the airport. And it was Choso picking you up from the airport. You talked so often that you never truly felt like you were away from him.

Until now. 

The higher ups set their sights on a new, rising talent and apparently, it had to be you out there getting the winning shot. So they’d sent you out of town. Well, out of the country. Apparently, it's the peak of the season right now and with so many other talents popping up around the world, your higher ups are eager to be the first to capture this particular talent in action. 

So here you are, outside of the country, posted up in some fancy hotel room by the beach. It’s pitch black outside, but you can still just barely make out the ripples of the waves on the dark, moonlit water. It’s the reason you’re here, and the reason there’s a rush to get this new department up and running back home. Your higher ups want to start honing in on the surf world the talented athletes, and they are hoping you can be the one to capture the perfect photo for their next cover to introduce the surf segment.

There's a surf competition tomorrow that will be happening midday, but if surfers are anything like skaters, you want to be there in the early hours of the morning. Thanks to the hotel staff, who are local to the area and some even involved in the surf scene here, you had a lead on your target. And if your sources were correct, the person you were hoping to capture in action before the crowd arrived would be there. After much research, you'd discovered the best time to get in the water was right around sunrise, so you planned on trying to beat the crowd.

But for now, you find yourself on your phone on a video call with Choso. Freshly out of the shower, you throw yourself down face first onto your hotel bed. The sheets feel like a warm hug, reminding you of Choso. So soft, so comfortable, and you feel the jetlag begin to seep into your bones. You may even fall asleep like this. Who cares if you're still in your robe?

"Oh my god, this feels like a cloud," you groan into the blankets. Choso's deep chuckle reverberates through the phone and fills the space in your lonely room, fills the space in your once lonely heart and you can't help the goofy grin on your face now. 

You miss him.

"Should I be jealous?" Choso jokes, watching as you prop your phone up next to your bed before getting comfortable and snuggling beneath the blankets. "You never cuddle with me like that." He pokes his bottom lip out in a cute pout and your heart leaps. Choso has really started showing his sense of humor. It’s adorable.

You roll your eyes playfully, grinning. "That's hilarious seeing as how you always want to be the little spoon in this relationship. I'm almost never not cuddling you."

To this, Choso shrugs, still laughing when he mutters, "Well, maybe when you get back you can hold me the same way you apparently hold hotel duvets."

"And how is that?"

"Like you lov–" He cuts himself off, lips pursing like he just caught himself about to say something he shouldn’t. But you're not stupid. You know exactly where that was headed. And you’d be lying if you said that word didn’t try to claw its way up your throat on occasion.

But you're not sure if now is the right time. Things are still so new with Choso, so fresh. Because while you've been with each other for awhile now, there's always been one other person lingering. Now that they're gone, it's a fresh start on the story that is just you and Choso. This time around you're not going to fuck it up. 

You can't rush to say those words. They need to come when the time is right.

"I miss you so much," Choso breathes quietly on the other side of the phone. He's looking away from the camera and you notice now that he's also propped his phone up next to his bed. He's in a black tank top and pajama pants, sitting up against his headboard. You can just make out that the sun is beginning to peek through his curtains. Suddenly you're reminded of your time difference. While the stars paint the deep blue of the night sky for you, they fade away for Choso as the sun rises.

"I miss you, too, babe." 

So bad it hurts.

“When do you come back?”

You sit up in the bed, propping yourself up against the headboard to match Choso’s posture. “In a few days. I’m kind of following this guy through the next few towns to try and get the perfect picture. The sun was already setting when I got to the hotel, so I didn’t have time to check out the beach and find where the best shot would be. I’m hoping he’ll be out there during the sunrise tomorrow.”

Choso nods quietly, eyeing you through the camera. “Watching the sunrise with another man? Romantic.”

You roll your eyes at his little joke. “Jealous?”

He nods immediately. “Of course I am. You’ll be at the beach, watching the sunrise with someone who isn't me, your boyfriend.” He emphasizes the word. You know it’s not coming from a place of true jealousy. He simply loves bringing up the fact that there’s no other man as important as him in your life anymore. Another little sign of possessiveness Choso shows now that you actually really like and find to be very sexy.

If you were with him, you would have crawled into his lap and shown him there was absolutely nothing to be jealous of. Instead, you pout. Because you hate that he’s so close, and still out of your reach. You want to be able to touch him, kiss him, please him.

And then a little lightbulb is going off in your head, an idea forming. You shift around, smirking when your robe loosens and the shoulder droops down, exposing your collarbone and Choso’s favorite little hiding spot. The one place he loves to bury his face in aside from between your thighs. 

You watch as his gaze drifts down to your skin and he inhales sharply. One thing about Choso is that on the night you’d made things official and he told you he would never get enough of you, he meant it. Just like he meant everything he’d ever told you. Choso was insatiable, always hungry for you. There was hardly a day when you were in each other’s presence that you didn’t somehow end up tangled in the sheets, hidden away in the bathroom or whatever dark room you could find where you could completely devour each other. All of this time spent apart between both of your travels must have been eating away at him. It was definitely taking its toll on you.

“I really miss you,” Choso repeats. His eyes are still stuck on your bare shoulder, tongue darting out to wet his bottom lip. “Wish I was there with you.”

You hum, gripping the fabric of your robe and sliding it back up to cover your shoulder, grinning when you hear Choso huff. It’s fun to get a rise out of him sometimes. You slide the robe down again, just a little further, a little wider so that more of your chest is exposed. “I wish you were here with me, too, babe.”

You see Choso shift, a hand coming down to palm at his crotch and you can just barely make out the outline of his erection beginning to form beneath the thin fabric of his pajamas. You watch, almost in a trance as he adjusts the bulge in his pants. So unashamed, not even trying to hide the fact that simply seeing your shoulder has him hard. And seeing the effect you have on him makes your own body react, makes your breath hitch your core throb.

“I wanna see you,” Choso states. His eyes settle on the swell of your breasts. You hadn’t even noticed that your robe had begun to slip further.

Your fingers deftly undo the knot that holds your robe together and you let it fall from your shoulders, leaving your nude form fully exposed for Choso. Your boyfriend licks his lips, fist now gripping his fully erect cock through his pants, stroking slowly over the fabric as his eyes rake over you.

You suddenly feel shy, awkward. It’s just you here even though Choso is on the other end of the line. It doesn’t take away from the fact that you’re alone in this room, sitting naked on the phone. You feel a little silly doing this. You reach for your robe again, but freeze when you hear Choso’s voice come from the device, a rough “Don’t” stopping you in your tracks.

Your eyes follow his movements when he reaches to pull his shirt over his head. Then he lifts his hips, hands tugging his pants and boxers down. His cock springs free, already glistening with precum. Now you’re licking your lips, wishing so badly that you were there to take his pretty, tan cock down your throat just the way he likes.

“Baby…” Choso moans as he wraps his hand around his dick.

“What do you want me to do?” You ask, breathily. You can feel your center wet with your arousal as your eyes lock onto Choso’s motions.

“Touch your tits for me.”

You do as you’re told immediately, sliding your hands up to your chest, teasing yourself while Choso watches you. Cupping your breasts, you whimper as you run your fingers over your hardening nipples. You roll the sensitive buds between your fingers, pinching them gently, moaning in response to the grunt you hear from Choso on the other end.

“Feel good, baby?” He asks. Through drooping eyelids, you can see him lean forward slightly in bed just before he spits on the tip of his cock and uses his hand to spread the slick fluid. His head falls back against his headboard as he groans. Then his eyes are back on you through the screen, hot and filled with desire. “Does it?” He asks again.

“Ahh…yes,” you sigh, pinching and rolling your nipples between your fingers. Your back arches against your headboard as you imagine it’s Choso who is touching you, caressing you, squeezing you like this. You want him to be here, pleasuring you like this. The thought alone has more arousal dripping from your cunt and you bite down on your lip to keep yourself from moaning too loudly.

“Fuck– so damn beautiful.” Choso’s hips buck up into his fist, mouth slightly agape while he watches you tease yourself. “Open your legs, baby. Let me see you play with that pretty pussy.”

“I wish I could touch you,” You whine as you spread your legs for him. “I wish you could touch me.” Choso’s stare follows your hand as it slides between your thighs. He bites his lip, gaze stuck on the way your fingers spread your glistening folds and find your clit, gently rubbing the little nub and he tightens his grip as he pumps his hand up and down his length. Your eyes flutter closed as you pleasure yourself.

“Doing s-so good, baby,” Choso praises you through gritted teeth, stroking himself slowly. “So pretty. So…ah…so perfect like this.” He brings his free hand down to his balls, gripping the two orbs in his palm and gently squeezing. “Watch me.”

And you do, knowing that there’s just something so fucking arousing about what you’re doing right now that you don’t stand a chance of lasting much longer. You watch as Choso spits messily on his cock again. You watch as he strokes himself faster. You watch as his face scrunches with pleasure and how that tattooed line across his face crinkles every time he squeezes his eyes shut to focus on staving off his release when he gets too close.

“So hot,” you tell him. “I want your cock so bad, baby.”

“It’s yours,” Choso groans, hands tugging at his balls. “Fuuuck, it’s yours any fucking time you want it.”

Your pussy is soaked, begging for Choso to fill it. You moan as you play with yourself, your other hand coming down to rub light circles around your entrance. And you can feel how tight of a fit it will be even with your own fingers because you so desperately clench with need for Choso.

On the other end of the line, you see the thin line of precum dripping from Choso’s tip and onto his hard abdomen. Every thick vein running along his cock has your mouth watering. God, he’s gorgeous, losing himself to you by just watching you lose yourself to him. The image is so sexy, you want to burn it into your mind so you never forget it.

“Use your fingers,” Choso pants, moans and whimpers falling freely from his lips now. You love it when he becomes a whiny mess like this.

Hurriedly, you bring two fingers to your lips and slip them into your mouth. You suck your fingers, getting them nice and wet. Then you bring them back down to your entrance, the earlier wetness helping when you push your fingers in. You clench around the digits immediately and your eyes close for just a moment.

“Watch me.” 

You remember Choso’s earlier request and you open your eyes to find Choso staring back at you. Jaw clenched, nostrils flared. His chest rises and falls with every harsh breath as he fucks himself into his fist. And now you’re a writhing mess, knuckles deep in your own cunt, trying to hide the way your thighs are twitching and how your head is spinning with each movement through your walls. 

“Can’t wait to see you,” you tell Choso who can only reply with a low groan.

You’re so close to your end. You feel your thighs trembling with every pump of your fingers, with every tight circle rubbed along your clit. Your fingers just feel too good. Especially when Choso is encouraging you on the other end of the phone, and getting off to you at the same time..

Choso doesn’t seem to be much better off. He’s got his head back against his headboard, hips moving frantically while he drinks in the way you moan for him.

“God, I’m gonna fuck that pretty pussy of yours so good when you come back home to me.”

It’s a promise from him. Because Choso never says anything to you that he doesn’t mean.

“Yeah, baby?” You ask, curling your fingers in your walls to find the spot that takes you over the edge. A quiet gasp rushing past your lips when you reach it, legs quivering at the incredible sensation.

“Fuck yeah.” Choso’s breathing turns ragged, hips slamming into his fist. “Gonna fuck your –” He pumps himself faster, squeezes his balls harder, brows knitting together as his hips come up. “shit…gonna…ah– fucking…shit–” He doesn’t get to finish his thought, hands gripping his balls as they tighten, and he paints his abdomen with thick ropes of cum. The moan that leaves Choso is low, guttural, arousing.

And as you watch Choso’s cum leave his tip and land on his bare skin with a loud slap, you’re sent to your own peak, walls clamping down on your fingers and convulsing as your orgasm takes over. Your eyes roll back, spine arching away from the headboard and it takes everything to not close your legs and stop. Your skin feels like it’s on fire, the intensity of your release making you cry out for your boyfriend.

He’s watching you as you cum, slowly stroking his softening cock while he tries to catch his breath. And he’s never looked more beautiful. Cheeks dusted a rosy pink, chest flushed with a sheen of sweat, loose hair sticking to his forehead.

He’s perfect.

He’s yours.

- - - - - -

In the morning, the chilly ocean breeze greets you. The earliest rays of sunlight are just beginning to peek above the horizon. The waters are fairly calm right now. Not at all what you were expecting. And it makes you a little uneasy. It almost feels like something is waiting just around the corner for you. You’re not sure if you should be worried.

But you don’t have time to give to this feeling.. Not when your eyes land on your target, right where you’d been told he would be. He fits the description you were given to a tee – tall, deep tan skin with what appeared to be purple hair braided back into cornrows. He doesn’t have the look of a typical surfer. 

No wetsuit, but instead baggy shorts and a baggy t-shirt, which you weren’t sure would hold up well in the water. Perhaps he only wore it when practicing. But what would you know? Your speciality is skateboarding.

He hasn’t seen you yet. His eyes are glued to the small waves of the water while his board lies discarded next to him. You’re thankful he hasn’t seen you. You’d hate to get an earful this early in the morning if he sees you skulking around. From what you’ve heard, the man is a bit elusive and not a huge fan of getting his picture taken. Which only made him all the more appealing for your company. They were desperate to get this guy featured on the cover.

You take a few steps towards the stranger before you feel your phone buzzing incessantly in your pocket. You couldn’t be more grateful that the gentle roar of the water covers the sound. Quickly, you fish your phone out and check your messages. The most important one lies at the top.

Yaga: Check your email for the next assignment ASAP. Big event for your department, so I’m trusting you with this one.

Yaga: Don’t make me regret it.

Your thumb swipes through your apps until you find your email. You open the body of the email to find the details Yaga was telling you to review. The competition header is the first thing you lay eyes on:

TOKYO SKATE LEAGUE COMPETITION OF THE SEASON

Okay, so it’s for a skate competition taking place in a couple of weeks. You don’t pay it much mind. It’s the list of competitors that catch your eye.

Choso Kamo

Momo Nishimiya

Naoya Zenin

Suguru Geto

Noritoshi Kamo

Junpei Yoshino

There are other competitors on the list, but you’re not familiar with them.

Competition summary: Individual skaters will go head to head in a tournament style competition with scores being graded by judges. The last one standing will receive a five year contract with the sports magazine of their choosing.

You wonder if Choso has seen this list. You’re sure he has. He’s a part of it, so he would have had to sign up to enter. But, your stomach twists. It feels like the photoshoot all over again. No wonder Yaga gave you that warning in his text. No wonder something felt off today. No wonder the sea was so calm this morning. The storm had yet to come.

You inhale deeply, making a mental note to call Choso later about this.

Then you see movement from the corner of your eye, your target moving to pick up his board and leave towards the other end of the beach. So much for your plan of quietly sneaking up and talking with him. You rush forward, shoving your phone back into your pocket as you call after him.

“Excuse me! Mr. Hakari!”

And in your hurry to catch the man, you miss the new text message coming in.

Unknown Number: Looks like I’ll be seeing you and your boyfriend soon. Looking forward to wiping the floor with pigtails

#jjk fanfic #jjk fic #jjk x reader #jjk x y/n #geto suguru #getou suguru #getou suguru smut #getou suguru x y/n #jealousy #jjk #getou smut #getou x reader #suguru #gojo #satoru #nanami #slight nanago #suguru geto #jujutsu geto #jujutsu kaisen suguru #suguru geto fanfic #suguru geto fic #suguru smut #suguru jjk #getou #suguru getou #nanago #toxic suguru #toxic relationship #kamo choso x reader

[ao3feed-nanago]

Freudian Slips

by LemonyEli March 20, 2023. The karaoke bar is lively with the alumni of Jujutsu Tech Tokyo, red in the face from booze and singing-induced lightheadedness. Today was Itadori Yuuji’s birthday! The twentieth, to be exact, and the age he can finally (legally) buy a drink of his own. Nanami is oddly proud of Itadori, but can't place a finger on why until drunk Itadori calls him "dad" on the way home. Everyone's drunk! And they deserve to be after ALL surviving Shibuya :) Words: 3293, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: F/M, Gen, M/M, Multi Characters: Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), Gojo Satoru, Fushiguro Megumi, Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara, Zenin Maki, Inumaki Toge, Toudou Aoi, Okkotsu Yuuta, Panda (Jujutsu Kaisen) Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento, Fushiguro Megumi/Itadori Yuuji, Kugisaki Nobara & Zenin Maki, Kugisaki Nobara/Zenin Maki, Okkotsu Yuuta/Zenin Maki, Itadori Yuuji/Nanami Kento, Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento Additional Tags: Nanami Kento is Itadori Yuuji's Parent, Past Haibara Yu/Nanami Kento, Mentioned Haibara Yu (Jujutsu Kaisen), birthday fic, Birthday Fluff, Drunkenness, implied nanago, NanaGo, itafushi, implied maki x nobara, Yutamaki, nanaita, Parental Nanami Kento, Slight OOC, Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies via https://ift.tt/N4sTj3R

#IFTTT #ao3feed #fanfic #nanago #gojo satoru #nanami kento #jjk #jujutsu kaisen

[nanami-simp]

Tumblr fucked up the last time I uploaded it so like,

Here are some NanaGo Headcanons(? au?) THE REUPLOAD with extra spice

They are married (secretly)

No wedding rings. Nanami wears the tie Gojo chose (no matter how hideous it actually is) and Gojo wears the blindfold Nanami threw him (Because seriously Satoru? Bandages? No-)

They've been dating since highschool. They took a break after the Geto incident but resumed dating when they bumped into each other after Nanami's corporate job.

Satoru was actually disappointed when Nanami said he'd rejoin the jujutsu world again because "But you look so hot in suits Kento!!" And that's why the man continues wearing them!

Yuuji is the first person to figure out they're married. Gojo had handed him his wallet which had those photo booth style pictures littered in them. The back had read "Our wedding day <3"

They bribe him with dinner every Friday night.

Megumi knows but just pretends like he doesn't because he doesn't want Gojo to get more annoying.

Pet names!! Gojo usually sticks to Kenny and baby but Nanami goes from love, Darling, sweetheart, 'toru and everything in-between. Gojo blushes every single time.

Secret kisses!!!!! In the hallways, between meetings, during lunch.

Gojo likes to sprawl across Nanami's lap as he reads his books. He always asks him to read out loud.

Books in Nanami's mini library? Half of them are bought by Gojo because he sees an old book and his immediate thought is "My husband likes old books!!!"

Nanami also likes houseplants. He brings home dying plants and brings them back to life.

Gojo loves their little balcony garden and constantly brings home wacky looking plants, all of which he names!

Nanami cooks and Gojo does all the dishes.

Gojo can also cook but just prefers eating what Nanami makes.

They watch anime together because it's the one thing Gojo can't spoil since he hates reading mangas.

Nanami loves watching watching wacky scifis because Gojo absolutely loathes it, "That's not even how fucking gravity works!"

He likes hearing Gojo rant about the scientific inaccuracies in anime/movie. Loves it when he starts prattling off numbers and some new research papers. It reminds him that he didn't marry a dumbass.

Nanami wears only boxers to bed and Gojo almost always wolf whistles when they get ready for bed.

They might start off sleeping on separate sides, they up cuddling in the middle of the night anyway.

When either is not at home because of business, they facetime and fall asleep still on call.

Gojo is the morning person and he makes them both tea before starting the day

When they part ways, Nanami kisses Gojo farewell. Every. single. time. The last he forgot, he demanded Gojo teleport back

They go on weekly dates and hunt different restaurants. On their anniversary, they go to their favourite one.

And I think that's about it in my noggin rn.

I might post more aus/HC for other stuff as well very soon.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #nanami kento #gojo satoru #75 #nanago #nanami x gojo #yuuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #gonana #57 #slight spoilers

[nyanaminsbread]

so imagine jujutsu tech era Gojo, Shoko, and Getou coming up with a plan to see Nanami's feelings towards Gojo ( also a prank to a certain extent ) - the prank is supposed to go like :

• Gojo pretends he's moving out of jujutsu tech and quitting the world of jujutsu sorcery

• profit ????????

The expected outcome all of them predicted was that Nanami probably wouldn't care much, he'd think it's another of Gojo's stupid pranks and ignore him

So on Plan™ day, Gojo packs his bags and his stuff are in boxes and Nanami is obviously like " what are you doing now, Gojo san " because he thinks it's one of Gojo's stupid ideas ( once, Gojo lay down in the middle of the road and got Getou to drive his motorbike towards him to prove his Infinity worked ), but Gojo goes, very matter of factly, " I'm leaving jujutsu tech " and Nanami goes " it's not even graduation yet " and Gojo replies, " No, no, Na~na~mi, I'm leaving the world of jujutsu sorcery for good !! "

And Nanami obviously is really upset because he has a crush on his Gojo senpai and before Gojo and Haibara, he didn't really have anyone who actually cared about him but now the person he loves is leaving and he tells himself it'd be better with a room to himself anyway and no more annoying Gojo pranks so he goes " okay, that's great, so hurry up and leave then "

And then a few minutes pass, and he goes, " Gojo san, this is a joke right ? It's another of your stupid pranks ? " And Gojo replies with " Nanami, why would I joke about this with you ? I'm really leaving " and Nanami gets upset, and goes " So you're abandoning us like this ? Abandoning the world of Jujutsu sorcery like this ? You're as good as leaving us to die, you're so selfish, Gojo san " and Gojo just replies with, " Na~na~mi, I recall you wanted me gone, so take it as an early birthday gift ~~ "

And in the end Gojo picks his bag up, hauls one box ( empty, Shoko, Getou and Haibara helped him keep his items in an empty storeroom on campus ), and goes, " Alright then, goodbye now, Na~na~mi~ " and Nanami's just standing there with a very broken expression on his face, and he goes, " Please don't leave, Gojo san, I'll miss you. People will miss you. " and because Gojo is an ass like this, he grins, turns around, and goes, " Okay then, show me how much you'll miss me ! " And Nanami just hugs Gojo and starts to sob and Gojo panics because now Nanami's full on sobbing, and he's like " Wait no Nanami don't cry please, it was a joke, I'm not going to leave, okay ? I promise I'll never quit the world of jujutsu sorcery, it was a prank so please don't cry okay ? "

Anyway after this the pranks stop because Gojo ignores Getou and Shoko for 2 days straight and in the end, Gojo and Nanami start dating. When Nanami gets cold or says something mean to Gojo, Gojo teasingly brings up when Nanami told him he'd " miss me(him) if I(he) left and cried allllll over my(his) uniform ~~ ahh Nanami you're so cute~~~ " and Nanami just immediately goes really red.

Also Getou and Shoko issue a sincere apology to Nanami and get bread for him as an apology gift, Gojo only forgives them because Nanami ended up dating him because of that prank.

#gonana #nanago #七五 #jujutsu tech #jujutsu kaisen #slight angst ?? #Prank Gone Wrong #hurt and comfort #nanami is a tsun #if gojo did leave he'd follow gojo as well #shoko and getou personally apologised to nanami afterwards #they got nanami bread as an apology #gojo later admitted he nearly cried when he saw nanami cry #poor nanami #he probably has abandonment issues because he never really had any friends until jj tech

[joneevarts]

I really don't like this one but I'm also too lazy to rework on it lol

I have this idea of a fic set after what happened with Geto and Haibara. Nanami and Gojo end up having to do a mission together, while being emotionally fragile, both in a different way, and things go very wrong. I have a lot of creepy detail I will not tell in case I manage to actually write the fic, but let's just say the vibe is a mix of silent hill and the ring.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk fanart #gojo satoru #nanami kento #nanago #jo's art #i don't understand how my drawing skills just fly out the window and i end up with the level i had 4 years ago #slight manga spoilers #gojo's past #eyes #eyestrain

[leportraitducadavre]

can you recommend some nango fics?

Can I?!

Romantic/fluff:

the entire history of you - by rooted.

Summary: Satoru tries perfecting Infinity only to unlock another infinity, and find a constant within.

And what if... what then? - by andaniellight

Summary: Gojo Satoru learns a new language after going back from an oversea mission. He bothers Nanami as per usual.

Contains Smut:

hokkaido - by rooted.

Summary: Nanami tastes like gin, lime, sugar, and the man who returned when he shouldn't.

two slow dancers - by sonhoedesrazao

Summary: Kento opens his eyes and looks at the man cross-legged on the couch. “I waive my right to be entertained.”

“No, no,” Gojo says generously. “I aim to please. I know!” he chirps, in that way that could be spontaneous, but has a hint of predetermined intention Kento has come to associate with a bad idea. “Let me suck your dick.”

(or: a friends with benefits nanago fic)

The Words We Speak (and the breaths in between) (Indefinite Hiatus) - by albxnx

Summary: “Ouch, that’s mean, Nanami…”

It wasn’t. Not to him. If words hurt him, Gojo Satoru, for how cursed that he was by sorcerers and curse users alike, would be a dead man.

Professional Relationship - by phantomcobie

Summary: “So, you like your driver?”

Satoru stiffens. “Who?”

“Blonde, looks like he’s never gotten a full 8 hours of sleep in his entire life.”

“Oh, Nanami.” He says his name with a slight drawl, going for indifference but landing on yearning instead.

Alternatively, Nanami is Satoru’s personal driver. They’re both Alphas. Satoru puts him through hell.

Ongoing:

When The Time Comes - by andaniellight

Summary: On Wednesday, 31st October 2018, Kento has just finished sweeping the floor, hoisting up the chairs on top of the tables, and rearranging the place peacefully until a loud thud followed by clattering noises startle him, as if something heavy just falls off and hits a shelf before dropping to the floor. The noises came from the darkest corner of the place.

Kento stills to listen more; he figures it’s just a couple of books falling off the shelf. He’s sure he’s been alone for an hour or so now.

Then, he hears a groan and immediately tightens the grip on the broomstick.

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(Bookshop AU with a little bit of a twist.)

#nanago #nanami kento #gojo satoru #gonana #jujutsu kaisen #fics recommendation

[tempenensis]

Fics, anyone? (with a dash of gen) (* ˘⌣˘)◞[_] ♥

Itafushi/Fushiita

Fic compilation by @solaresian (including satosugu fics)

dude do you even craft by druwuid / @not-delicious-milk

A Feint Vow by runboyrun (R18; fantasy GOT AU; for the first time Sukuna is not Sukuna-P)

here and where you are by cityboys

Don't Tell a Soul by cursedwritings (soulmates AU)

only human by cabins (with fanart by @arinavah)

The Long Con by Lyrebirds / @lyrebirds-writes (NC-15; normal parallel world; satosugu as side pairing; your obligatory Christmas fic)

The Cat Rescuer by andIJDC (normal parallel world)

Wherever You Stray I'll Follow by awkwardtypeos / @awkwardtypeos (R18; medieval despotic AU; slight feminized Fushiguro; nobamaki side pairing)

Gen fics

i look away and you've grown so much by druwuid / @not-delicious-milk

Of Flowers and a Child by Cassia_Bea

Nanago fic(s)

i'd love it if we made it by toomanyonions (R18 for violence; Ocean Eleven AU; nobamaki and itafushi side pairings)

Have a very pleasant weekend reading.

Oh, thank you so much for compiling this! Here you go, anyone looking for fics to read.

#le-ask #jujutsu kaisen #itafushi #fushiita #nanago #fic recs

[multishippingtrashfire]

Nanago anon here! I have no problem that the story is more on the explicit side, the writing was still great! I don't have any headcanons right now, unfortunately, so I'm going to go with prompt no. 99- "Can I give you a hug? You look upset." for those two, this time. Have fun, and enjoy your stay in nanago hell with the rest of us! - Val (I'm going to sign-off as "Val" from now on, it'll be less confusing going forward)

Hi Val! Nice to meet you! I appreciate you telling me to take my time but I still don’t like keeping you guys waiting. I had some writer's block but let me know what you think. This is angsty asf and I’m gonna TW: Parent Death. Let me know what you think!!!

TW: PARENT DEATH

"Can I give you a hug? You look upset."

Nanami forced himself to breathe through his nose. He didn’t expect a phone call at 2 AM in Japan. He was startled awake, expecting an urgent curse situation that would require as many capable sorcerers in the area.

The call was from Denmark.

He had been sitting on his bed for a few hours, numb to the ache in his chest.

Why today?

His mother had died.

She wasn’t elderly and she wasn’t sick, to his knowledge. But she had died.

He couldn’t feel the urge to cry and only felt ache.

In his trance, he had missed the multiple calls and text messages from Gojo. Gojo hadn’t wanted anything important but rather just wanted to harass his lover. They had been apart for a few days because of work and mismatched schedules. But with no reply from Nanami, he grew worried. His location said he was in his apartment, so why the silence.

Taking this opportunity as an emergency, Gojo let himself into Nanami’s apartment with his 'emergencies only' key. And found him seated on his bed, eyes sad and body overly still.

“Nanami?” Gojo prompted gently and it was like Nanami woke up. He lifted his head, blinking rapidly, as if Gojo had materialized before him.

“Gojo? What are you doing here?” Nanami’s voice was thick with emotion and Gojo didn’t know why.

“I called and texted and you never replied. I was worried.” Gojo pushes further into the room, opting to sit gently beside Nanami.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize.” Nanami shook his head, but he was clearly still in a fog of some kind.

"Can I give you a hug? You look upset." Gojo asked gently, bringing his arm to Nanami’s shoulder. And with a slight nod, Nanami accepted.

Gojo folded his arms around Nanami and rested his chin on his blond locks. Nanami was stiff in his arms but slowly relaxed into the hold. The silence was ominous but Gojo just kept holding him.

“My mom died.” Nanami whispered and Gojo stilled.

Gojo wasn’t close with his own family but knew that wasn’t the case for Nanami. His mother, who had moved back to Denmark after the death of his father, was his only family. He spoke to her regularly, enjoying conversations mixed in Danish and Japanese. She asked about Gojo, having met him through FaceTime and she shared that Kento hadn’t smiled nearly this much before they got together. She was sweet and warm and Gojo loved her, so he could only imagine how Nanami felt. Nanami frequently told Gojo and his mother that he would be going to visit Denmark when he wasn’t swamped with cases.

And Nanami, being ever the workaholic, the time never came.

Gojo felt tears gather in his eyes and felt wetness on his sleeves. Nanami was crying, softly, finally mourning the loss of his mother.

“I’m so sorry Kento.” Gojo whispered back.

And Gojo held on even tighter.

#jjk #ask nick #my writing #nick rambles #nanami x gojo #nanami kento #gojo satoru #nanago #gonana #angst #jujustu kaisen

[moonandblossoms]

Girl, you never told me that you ship Megumi and Nobara (why didn't you tell me LMAO)! Well, do you think that they might end up together? (Because a few ships of yours are based on canonicity or the possibility in your standards).

I don't really ships any couple in JJK except for YutaMaki and MechaMiwa, and even GojoHime and FushiKugi (Yuji and Nobara ending up will be cliched as the main male lead and the main female lead don't usually end up so that's why I prefer her with Megumi) too.

I don't ship slash ships like NobaMaki, NanaGo (I slightly ship ItaFushi, GojoGeto a bit) that much, but I do support them but I don't expect them to become canon in a shounen anime either. I simply see them as brOTPs.

Well, you never told me that you ship Megumi and Nobara too XDXD. But I am feeling so happy that we have another person to give love for this rare-pair! And girl, how on this earth we both have resonating thoughts? Are you reading my mind from your home? LOL.

I prefer Nobara with Megumi than with Yuji for the exact same reason. I indeed have a theory based on this. When there are such trios in shounen (main boy, second lead boy and the female MC), the female MC is inclined to end up with the second lead male MC, like how Sakura ended up with Sasuke instead of ending up with Naruto. If the protagonists are a male/female duo, then the male lead and the female lead would have high chances of ending up. But that's not the case here. The shounen protagonist will mostly end up with a shy or a soft girl, and the female MC with the cold and dense second lead character. Same with Zenitsu and Nezuko from demon slayer too (with different personas). Zenitsu is the second lead male MC whereas Nezuko is the relevant female character.

That's why I think that Megumi and Nobara have chances if Gege sensei decides to bring in ships revolving around the lead characters.

Naruto and Sakura did have a lot of moments with each other than Sasuke and Sakura had (in Shippuden), but they never ended up because they are thick friends like how Yuji and Nobara are. So I find this shounen rule to be a reason why she and Megumi might end up. And the female MC will never end up with side/recurring characters, that's why even Sakura and Rock Lee never ended up, given that they barely had any interaction in Shippuden.

However, another side of me tells that Nobara might end up single too. Its either single or with Megumi, nobody else. She has an excellent potential with Maki too, but its extremely rare for slash couples to become the endgame, especially in shounen. This is also applicable for Sakura and Ino. I absolutely love the bond between Maki and Nobara (even Sakura and Ino), but I prefer them to be as thick friends and view them as a brOTP than as a romantic duo.

Shounen gives lesser focus for romance, and that itself should tell why yaoi/yuri don't become the endgame. Romances are mostly relevant for m/f ships, so even if romances (with straight ships) are sidelined, we can't expect f/f or m/m ships to become canon.

I honestly feel that Jujutsu Kaisen will end up without concluding any ships. I have hopes for Yuta and Maki to end up. Sadly Mechamaru aka Kokichi is dead, so I think Miwa will end up single. Despite Gojo and Utahime made sense, the former is sealed so I even kind of doubt for them to become canon. But, they still have some slight chances if there is a way to get back Gojo. Regardless, nothing stopped me from shipping GojoHime ✨

Its definitely okay for people to ship slash couples, understanding the rareness of canonicity of slash ships.

My opinions might feel a little controversial for shippers in the fandom where slash couples are preferred, but when I use the common logics in shounen, these are what I would infer :)

#jujutsu kaisen #megumi fushiguro #nobara kugisaki #itadori yuji #maki zenin #gojo satoru #utahime iori #fushikugi #gojohime #megumi x nobara #gojo x utahime #miwa kasumi #mechamaru #kokichi muta #mechamiwa

[evanescentdawn]

(7th august)

today’s writing:

no self control to be found here. but proud moments: actually writing down ideas that i get instead of mentally writing them and leaving them to rot there. <3

—I was looking through my jjk wips and hey!!! I finally realised what was feeling so wrong about this itafushi wip of mine. I....didn’t actually do anything about it, though. or how i got ideas to fix my itafushikugi first kiss wip as well. i could have, but y’know. i really wasnt feeling up to editing, today. 

—Hey, hey. Heyyy. I am writing another nobamaki and so happy. I’ve been wanting to write for these two since forever and finally think that I cracked the code. This one might be a slight slow burn, and I’m having all the FUN with it. 

—That ignited another idea, and writing another nobamaki but from maki’s pov. its much more angsty. It’s post shibuya and hey, I’m sobbing. I haven’t really even got into the meat of it yet and I’m sobbing. Man. That arc was really something. really fun exploring maki’s character, though. i love her so much. 

—I remembered this nanago idea I had and went off to start writing that. thinking abt nana quit his job; inspired by this lil bit i read in fic. just. Love them??? They’re so fun. satoru’s obnoxious and nana has no respect for him. just. their whole dynamic is *chefs kiss* why is gojo so hard to write for though, sob. 

—Well. I was queuing stuff for tomorrow and caught toji & meg feels again and realised that none of my wips for them have them really interacting. so like. I Had To Write That. I love them so much sob. damn it, do i have to think a name for megmama?

—went off a bit here, and dotted a HELLA of ideas for wips that i really want to write. why dont i have like more hands  and more brains. that would be good so i could work on all of them. also: i finally had idea on where to go with my geto-centric thing i started yesterday. so glad i just didnt go ahead and post. uh. realising that its gonna a bit more work than what i initially though. time to make some... OCs.... 

—okay, okay. so like this was inspired by the. idk what it was? but that thing where it shows that gojo asks nanami to take care of itadori and i was like. OKAY OKAY, and started writing. i really have been wanting to write something on nana and ita and finally am. really excited for this, and so much feelings oh gosh. ; ;

—more nanago! i had feels, and idea inspired and started getting to it. short scene thats coming along really well??? i love it lots, but also. urgh. how does one write gojou. hes so annoying. 

—my tg and jjk crossover has been on my mind SO MUCH, especially nobara/touka because god, do I need that ship... and i like. dotted down characters i want to interact (touka&nobara, ita&touka, ita&kaneki) and what i want the scenes to be about. so like anyways, i started writing focuced yuuji which YES, i have been wanting to that since forever. and then, was like thinking how this world would work....and kind of started on writing the backstory. and its kinda coming along???

#ignore me; im rambling #highlights

[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 10 - Forward Flip

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Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Important conversations happen. Important decisions are made.

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior, Oral Sex

AUTHOR'S NOTE: aur we're coming up on the end of this storyyyy. i just wanted to thank everyone for coming along for the ride and witnessing reader's frustrating journey of growth!!!

next chapter will be the last! (probably idk i lie a lot lmao)

The sound of feet hitting the pavement rings loudly in Suguru’s ears as he rushes forward. His board slams hard against the concrete just as he hops on, kicking his foot forward, speed picking up. He’s been at this for hours, the sun now setting on the skatepark. It was full when he arrived. Now only a few stragglers hang around, everyone else calling it for the day long ago. 

He can’t sit still, though. He can’t go home yet. Not when you’re not returning his calls, his texts, his voicemails. He knows he has no room to be upset. You’ve got every reason to be ignoring him after everything he’s done.

Should he have punched Naoya in the mouth? No. Of course not. But what else was he supposed to do? He couldn’t stand idly by and let that asshole talk about you the way he was. He didn’t regret knocking his teeth in one bit. His only regret was what followed.

He wishes you would just talk to him. Say something, anything . An “okay” text, a thumbs up emoji. Anything at all. That’s why he’s here at the park. He can’t go back home to the silent punishment you’re giving him.

Your silence is killing Suguru. It eats away at him slowly, plants seeds of dread in the back of his mind. He’s been trying to ignore it, but there’s this strange feeling that’s been forming in the pit of his stomach since he was escorted off set. He can’t quite put his finger on it, but something about this feeling doesn’t feel good . 

Besides, it’s not like Suguru was the only one who messed up. Surely you’re as pissed with Choso as you are with him. You must be. What other reason would there be for him to also be at the park right now? Suguru’s gaze flicks over to the other side of the skatepark, to the ramp where a familiar set of pigtails sit atop someone’s head, lips set in a hard line as he stares down at his feet.

Yeah, Suguru knows that look. Pensive, confused, maybe a little pathetic. It’s probably the same look he has on his own face when he’s not completely focused on skating.

Choso’s been at the park just as long as Suguru, if not longer. Probably trying to burn off his tension the same way Suguru is right now. He assumes you’re not returning any of his messages either. And while that gives Suguru just a bit of satisfaction, it doesn’t change the fact that while you’re not speaking to Choso, you’re also not speaking to him . And it only makes that uncomfortable feeling in his gut intensify.

The wind stings, the rush whipping Suguru’s hair messily across his face. His limbs burn with every bend of his knees as he jumps, feet flipping his board beneath him just before he approaches the edge of the bowl. He ignores the discomfort, some twisted part of Suguru telling him he deserves it, that he’s earned the pain. He bends his knees again, slowing just barely before the nose of his board dips over the edge and he dives in, racing down the curve of the bowl. 

He loves this feeling. He loves the sensation of gravity pulling him down so hard it makes his stomach turn. He loves that for a brief moment he feels like he’s escaped his reality, escaped the messes he’s made outside of this concrete bowl, escaped all thoughts of you and the nagging feeling that’s been stirring in his gut since the last time he saw you. He watched you storm off, back turned as you angrily left the set. 

It’s only for a moment that he can forget, but for that moment, Suguru can finally breathe.

Then he’s up, wheels carrying him high above the bowl, high above any of the bullshit that’s waiting for him when he lands again. Up here Suguru grips the side of his board, legs stretching ahead of him as he spins twice just before gravity grabs a hold of him again, yanking him back to reality.

When he’s back on flat ground, riding his board lazily across the pavement to where his belongings are, he’s surprised to see the park is empty, except for Choso, who has now moved on to grinding across the rails. 

Suguru watches Choso curiously for a moment, studies his form and he has to give it to him. He can see why he wins any event he competes in. He can see why you were drawn to Choso, why you’d choose to photograph him. He’s damn good. 

Choso’s on his phone now, brows knitted as his fingers fly across the screen and Suguru can’t help his curiosity. He wants to know who he’s talking to. He has half a mind to cross the park and ask if he’s heard from you. But he won’t. He doubts Choso wants to talk to him of all people. Nothing good has come from them being near each other anyway.

Except for leaving Naoya Zenin with a broken nose and a few loose teeth.

The memory makes Suguru chuckle to himself as he steps off his board to grab his water bottle and phone. Uncapping the bottle, he takes a swig, glancing at his phone. He nearly chokes on the liquid, sputtering when he sees your name at the top of his notification. You’d messaged him just minutes ago.

You: I’m coming over.

Shit.

That odd feeling in Suguru’s gut surges suddenly, clawing its way up his throat and he has to physically swallow to push it back down. Your text brings up a mixture of feelings for him. He’s happy to hear from you, but the tone of your message makes him nervous. His gaze drifts back over to Choso who he can see is back to staring off into space, hands shoved into his pockets and he wonders if it really was you who he had been typing to only moments ago.

He’d be lying if the look on Choso’s face didn’t give him some sense of relief, maybe a little joy. Perhaps you’d come to your senses and finally ended things with him. Maybe you’d realized Suguru was who you should have always chosen. He lets his imagination run wild with the thought of him opening the door and you leaping into his arms, planting a kiss on his lips and telling him you’re so sorry for playing with his heart even after all this time. Even after Suguru realized how he had felt.

Suguru pictures him finally having you to himself, finally treating you how you deserve to be treated, how he should have been treating you all along. He’s the right choice for you. Always has been, always will be. Suguru stares down at your text again, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips. He can’t wait to see you, can’t wait to hear your voice again after being met with nothing but silence from you.

His eyes find Choso again, who has now resumed hitting the rails. Whatever he saw on his phone must have stressed him out even more. Doesn’t matter, though. All Suguru cares about is getting home. It won’t take him long. He’ll definitely get there before you do. And he wants to be ready for you.

Tonight, Suguru will make sure that you know how sorry he is, how much he loves you. And the night will end with you finally being his.

- - - - - - - -

Your fist lightly taps the door to Suguru’s apartment, hands trembling as you try to calm down. You’re pretty sure anxiety is seeping from your pores as you wait for Suguru to answer. When the day started, you hadn't pictured you’d end up here. You started the day sad, confused and hiding from the world beneath your blankets. 

You’ve ended it with clarity. Even if it took you weeks to get here, you got here. 

It only takes a minute before the door opens, dark eyes meeting yours, framed by damp raven strands hanging loosely around them. He looks relaxed, like he hasn’t got a care in the world. It bothers you because while he’s all calm and collected, you’re absolutely dreading the conversation ahead.

“Hey, I’m glad you came,” Suguru says, cool as ever. He steps aside so you can come in. You take in the familiar sight before you – Suguru holding his apartment door open for you, inviting you inside. Any other day, you may have easily stepped right past him, heart in your throat as you went inside and let him have his way with you. But this time feels different. You don’t miss the way your heart no longer skips a beat seeing him, how your pulse does not race in the slightest as you stand in front of him, how your body essentially has no reaction to him at all.

This is not something you’re used to, being able to just be there with Suguru and not feel your stomach twisting into knots at the sight of him. It’s a strange feeling, really. Seeing Suguru and not being completely under his spell is new, refreshing . It gives you the strength you needed to do what should have been done a long time ago.

“Hey, Suguru.” You shake your head when he gestures for you to come inside again. “That’s okay. This won’t take long.”

Suguru cocks a brow curiously, leaning against the doorframe as he folds his arms over his chest, face twisting into an expression of concern. “Did you want to talk about something?” He asks. 

“Yes.” There’s no use in dragging this out.

He purses his lips, inhaling deeply. “Okay…Can I go first, though? And will you please come inside to talk?”

His next moves are all so obvious now, all too familiar. You want to roll your eyes. You know how this will go before it begins. This is Suguru trying to take control of the conversation before you can steer it the way you intend to. He wants to try and drown out any of your doubts and worries with honeyed words and empty promises. Suguru wants to make you soft for him, wants to make you forget that you came here with a purpose. 

And if not for that dinner with Nanami and Satoru earlier tonight, you fear you may have ended up back at square one the moment you saw the man before you. You may have never opened your mind to who Suguru truly was without their guidance. 

You would have shown up, determined to get Suguru to give you what you’d always wanted from him; commitment to you and you alone, promises, him . And all you would have gotten was his arms circling your waist, a kiss to your temple, to your cheeks, to your nose and then to your lips. Sweet words that held no meaning whispered into your ear. And stupidly, you’d be putty in his hands.

That’s how things used to be.

You stare into Suguru’s pleading eyes, silently begging you to come in. He doesn’t know what all has changed for you in the last few hours. You’re confident enough to feel as though things are finally working in your favor. You are in control here, no matter the setting. 

You fold your arms across your chest. A defensive move. It almost feels like a shield meant to block the inevitable bullshit you know Suguru is about to spew. “Alright. Let’s go inside.”

The moment you step foot in Suguru’s apartment, you almost regret it. You’re a little surprised at the way the familiarity makes you…sad. The confidence you had just seconds before wavers ever so slightly. It’s been a while since you’ve been here. So many memories were made in this place, both good and bad. So many tears shed here, both from pleasure and from pain. And it’ll be likely that the last memory you have of this place will not be a good one.

Suguru immediately moves to the couch, patting the seat next to him. He’s comfortable now, in control. This is his domain, after all. He’s just waiting for you to make the wrong move before he pounces. Judging by the smirk resting on his lips, you know he thinks he’s won the battle before it’s even begun. 

And of course he feels that way. It’s the way it’s been between you two for over a year. The same routine over and over. Suguru acts like he’s giving you the opportunity to say what you need to say, to speak up for yourself, let all of your feelings out so he has time to gather his thoughts and work the situation to his advantage. He’ll say all of the sweet things you want to hear, tell you what he knows you like and then you’ll lose your resolve and fall into his arms.

Old habits are hard to break.

"Clear thinking requires courage rather than intelligence." The last thing Nanami said to you before he opened the door to let you out of his home. “Don’t feel stupid for how long you took to reach this realization. Just…do the right thing now.”

Those words echo in your mind as you take a seat next to Suguru on his couch. Nanami was right. He was right with every point he’d made, and he had made a lot of them. You settle into your seat, making sure to put a good bit of space between you. It makes Suguru furrow his brows, but he doesn’t bother to question it. He wants you to feel comfortable.

You wave your hand, motioning for Suguru to go on. “You said you wanted to go first…so…”

“Right.” Suguru clears his throat as he combs his fingers through his hair, pushing the strands from his eyes. “First off, I owe you an apology for what happened at the shoot the other day. I just–” He leans forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “I just couldn’t sit there and listen to that fucker Naoya talk about you like that for a second longer. Pissed me off. I couldn’t stop myself.” He pauses briefly, eyes glued to the floor as he gathers his thoughts. “I know I had no right to be pissed about this one, but when Naoya mentioned Choso…” You swallow the lump that quickly forms in your throat at the mention of Choso, the way he looked at you the last time you’d spoken and your heart squeezes painfully. “I guess I got more upset having it thrown in my face that you’re still seeing him. I should’ve had more self control,” he continues when you don’t speak. “I ended up ruining your day. And I heard you got suspended from work?”

You nod when Suguru peers over at you, confirming his suspicions. “I did.” 

He gives you a moment, waits for you to say more. You don’t. You want to hear every sorry excuse Suguru has, every apology he owes you. You want to let Suguru get out everything he wants to say before you say what you need to. He doesn’t get to control the narrative anymore.

“Fuck,” Suguru sighs, your name falling quietly from his lips. “I’m really fucking sorry. Obviously I didn’t want that to happen.”

“I would hope not,” you chuckle dryly. Suguru perks up for a second, hearing your laugh before visibly deflating when he hears your next words. “But I guess that wouldn’t be the most fucked up thing you’ve done to me, would it?”

His brows knit together and for some reason, the confused look on his face annoys you. He reaches forward, gently taking your hand in his.

“Hey, if this is about everything else, our relationship –” You cut him off with a scoff, which he promptly ignores as he continues. “Listen, I know I’ve done some fucked up shit. I know I’ve been fucked up and as big an asshole to you as they come and I’m sorry . I don’t know how else to say it. I don’t know how many times you need me to say it to believe me, but I mean it every time I do.”

You pull your hand from his hold, lacing your fingers together in your lap and that strange feeling that’s been forming in Suguru’s belly for the last few days? Well, it’s beginning to grow, spreading rapidly and clawing its way up his throat right now. “I want to believe you, Suguru.” You tell him. Because it’s true. Against your better judgment, you do want to believe Suguru means it every time he utters an apology. Because the least he could do after all the shit he’s put your through is fucking mean it when he says he’s sorry. But you don’t believe him anymore. You don’t believe in him anymore. “You’ve apologized so often, it doesn’t mean anyth –”

“I told you I’d show you I’ve changed,” Suguru quickly interjects, moving from his spot on his couch to kneel before you on the floor. He places his hands over yours, in your lap. “I’ve been trying. I know you see it. I’ve been letting you have your space, do your thing, figure out what you want – who you want without trying to sway you one way or another! I’ve been trying to do more of that boyfriend shit that you’ve been asking for. I haven’t been with anyone since I told you how I felt.” 

He quickly rambles off his list of all the ways he’s been better for you.

And he has been better. You’ll give him that. If only he’d done it sooner. And if only he’d done it because he wanted to. Not because someone encroached on his “territory”. Who’s to say that if you ended things with Choso and went back to Suguru that he wouldn’t go back to his old ways?

Suguru stares intently into your eyes and you’re not sure if it’s panic you see behind his gaze or what, but strangely, it makes you want to laugh in his face. It’s comical, peering down at him before you, desperately trying to get you to see how good he is for you. Is this what you once looked like? Had you really been this pathetic? 

Probably.

You wish you could go back to the past and shake yourself, wake yourself up to the bullshit fed to you by the man on his knees before you. 

“The investigation has been completed and I’m going back to work in a couple weeks. Choso stuck his neck out for me, thankfully.” 

You see the way Suguru tenses when you mention Choso, but he quickly recovers, a wide grin spreading across his face at this news. “That’s great! So you’ll be back at the park to –”

“Suguru.” You hold up a hand, cutting him off. You remove your hands from his hold once again. “I really appreciate the apology. I appreciate you looking out for me at the shoot and standing up for me.” You give him your first genuine smile of the night. “A few months ago, I would have loved to hear you tell me these things. I would’ve loved to have you care so much. I would have believed that you cared as much as you said.”

“I do care as much as I say,” Suguru asserts. You see his hand move, like he wants to reach for you again, but he thinks better of it. He busies himself instead by running tucking his hair behind his ears.

You’re sure Suguru thought it would be as simple as apologizing to you a few times to earn your forgiveness. It’s a little funny, you think. As you sit here and watch Suguru fumble around with his words, nervously fidget with his hair, stare a hole into your head, you suddenly wonder what it was about him that made you put up with all of his bullshit all this time. What has Suguru ever truly given you aside from a headache and a broken heart?

And yet, suddenly he cares so much.

“Why now?” You ask.

“What?” His head tilts to the side, clearly confused by your question.

“Why do you care now ?”

Suguru mutters your name softly, a gentle plea for you to believe him. “I care. I’ve always cared. I would have done the same thing months ago that I did at the shoot. I would have never let Naoya disrespect you like that.”

You can’t help the bitter laugh that escapes you. “Right…” You lift a finger, pointing at Suguru whose eyes widen with your next words. “It’s only okay when you disrespect me.”

“I–”

“What changed?”

“What do you mean?”

Your irritation is beginning to build.

“I mean, what changed for you? You’ve made it clear that you suddenly want to be together, but why? Is it because of how you feel about me? Is it because you see a future together?”

Suguru stays quiet.

“Or is it because of Choso?”

Suguru sighs and you can see the way his jaw ticks as he tries to find his words. 

"Choso…" he says his name like it's dirty. "I can admit that Choso did play a part in me coming to the realization that I want to be with you."

You roll your eyes. "So you only want me now because someone else is giving me what I've been begging for you to give me all this time?"

"No! That's not it. It took seeing you with someone else for me to see that I'm ready to be with you. I'm ready to commit to you."

You fix Suguru with a deadpan look. "...Because you saw someone giving me what I had been asking for you to give me. Now all of a sudden you love me and want to be with me." Suguru reaches for your hands and you pull away, standing from your spot on the couch to put distance between you two. “Do you hear yourself when you talk, Suguru?"

He stands as well. He doesn’t try to get closer, though you can tell by the way he keeps nervously carding his fingers through his hair that he wants to. He breathes your name. “Okay. Okay . I get what you’re saying. I fucked up. I didn’t appreciate a good thing while I had it and yes, it took someone else doing what I should have been for me to open my eyes, but I’m fucking trying! ”

“And it’s too fucking late!” Your voice echoes through Suguru’s living room. Louder than you’d intended, but you’re sick of this shit. Your anger is boiling over, tears burning in the corners of your eyes.

Suguru stares at you in shock, eyes wide. You’ve never raised your voice at him, even at your angriest. But that was the old you. Too quiet, too accepting, loyal to a fault. Not anymore. 

Suguru calls your name again, and for the first time since you’ve met Suguru, you can hear a slight panic in his voice. You can see it in his body language, too. The tension in his jaw, the way his hands are balled into fists at his side, how his lips are pursed tightly together.

“Do you know how many times I stood right here –” you gesture between the two of you. “And asked you how you felt about me? How many times I’d left here hiding my tears after I’d begged you to love me the way that I loved you? And you know what you would tell me?”

He’s silent for once, not bothering with any bullshit reasoning with you. And while you’re grateful, it makes you laugh, a short burst of giggles rushing past your lips.

“Don’t take what I say so seriously when I’m balls deep, babe.” You repeat his words back to him. “ That’s what you would tell me.”

Suguru finally takes a step forward, and you step back. “Baby –”

“No.”

“ Please. ”

“It’s my own fault for putting up with this for so long, honestly. You shouldn’t have to force yourself to change for me just because you see someone else making me happy.”

“I’m not forcing myself to do anything,” Suguru proclaims. He takes another step forward and you take another step back. “Will you just sit down? Just listen to me. I– I’ll do whatever you need me to do to prove it to you.”

“I don’t need you to prove anything to me anymore.”

It’s quiet, the only sounds being the exasperated sigh you let out as you two face each other, staring each other down in the middle of Suguru’s living room. He has nothing to say, not that there’s anything he could say to keep you here.

You move towards the door now, ignoring how Suguru quickly follows after you, keeping a safe distance between you both. As you reach for the doorknob, you glance back at Suguru, who looks like a deer in the headlights, watching you longingly. Like he knows this will be the last time you come here.

Because it absolutely will be the last time.

There are so many more things you want to say to Suguru. You want to say more about how shitty you think he’s been, how you don’t know why you stuck around for so long and let him string you along. But you’ve wasted enough time here. It’s getting later and later by the second and you have somewhere else you want to be, somewhere else you need to be. 

Without another word wasted, you open the door and leave, not bothering to look back.

- - - - - - - -

Your feet dangle loosely over the edge of the deep concrete bowl. The sun has long gone, the moon having risen in its place. But it’s a particularly dark night. You can barely see your shoes as you stare down into what looks like a bottomless pit, the park’s street dim lighting hardly doing anything to illuminate the drop. You wonder how anyone skates here at night. It’s nothing but emptiness, darkness and eerie silence. 

It’s creepy.

It’s also oddly relaxing.

After leaving Suguru’s apartment, you promptly blocked him on all social media. You didn’t need or have any interest in seeing what he had going on in his personal life. But since you often work together, you went ahead and left his phone number unblocked. Though the second you’d made it back to your car, you already had several missed calls and texts from him to which you’d responded with a dry ‘Any messages and calls not pertaining to work will be ignored.’

He hasn’t messaged you since.

It’s been a relief. No more putting up with an asshole, no more being used, no more empty promises. You can finally breathe.

You hear the sound of quiet footsteps slowly approaching you from behind. And while you can’t see who it is, you know. You know by the way your heart skips a beat, the way your pulse races, the way your body reacts immediately in mere anticipation. You don’t need to look back to know who’s coming.

He sits beside you with a quiet groan, long legs dangling over the edge of the skate bowl and swinging in the darkness alongside your own limbs.

“Hey.” His deep voice rings loud in your ears, makes your heart pound wildly against your ribcage.

You turn your gaze to him, drinking in the sight of his pale skin practically glowing under the moonlight. His hair hangs loose tonight, framing his pretty face perfectly. You drink in the sight of him – those dark circles that rest beneath those pretty brown eyes of his. That tattooed line that runs from one cheek, over the bridge of his nose and to the other side of his face. Those soft lips turned slightly at the corners with a small smile.

“Choso,” you whisper his name, afraid that if you speak too loudly, he’ll disappear. His smile widens when you say his name and he reaches over, his hand coming up to caress your cheek, knuckles brushing gently along your skin.

“How did it go?”

Choso is straight to the point, as always. You’re grateful for it, because you don’t want to waste another minute on this.

“It’s over.”

“For good?” He asks quietly.

“Yes.” You answer with no hesitation.

His eyes bore into yours, searching, though you’re not sure for what. But you don’t dare look away. The silence lasts a few seconds, but feels like an eternity before Choso’s large hand comes down to cup your jaw. He exhales slowly, a deep breath you had no idea he was holding.

“Good.”

His lips are on yours in an instant.

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[ao3feed-nanago]

Beauty Is Only Skin Deep

by VoidEldritch It's almost a year since the events of Shibuya, and Kento is still finding it hard to escape the horrors of the day he almost died. Lucky for him, he has his supportive husband, Satoru, who's always there to pull him back from the edge and chase the shadows away. Kento’s back in Shibuya. He’s engulfed in scorching flames. They lick up the left side of his torso, incinerating his shirt and eating away at his flesh. He opens his mouth to scream, but no sound comes out. Hoards of transfigured humans rush at him and Mahito’s maniacal laugh echoes through the subway. The sound of a door lock clicking in place and the patter of claws on wooden flooring join the chorus, and wait… that isn’t right. “—we’re home.” Home? The scene ripples for a moment, but then the flames burn brighter, hotter, and his skin is melting. Kento screams, then, as terror grips his soul tightly in its cruel grasp. ☆ Written for Bottom Nanami Week 2023| Day 1 | Body Worship Words: 2303, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Series: Part 8 of NanaGo Fics Fandoms: 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Manga), 呪術廻戦 | Jujutsu Kaisen (Anime) Rating: Mature Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento Relationships: Gojo Satoru/Nanami Kento Additional Tags: Hurt/Comfort, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Ignoring ch120 and ch236, they never happened, let me be delusional okay, slight manga spoilers due to ignoring those chapters, Body Worship, Scar Worship, Top Gojo Satoru, Bottom Nanami Kento, Soft Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento Needs a Hug, Blind Gojo Satoru, Disabled Character, Finger Fucking, wound care, Fluff and Angst, Smut, Bottom Nanami Week 2023, Some Porn With Plot, Angst with a Happy Ending, Amputee Nanami via https://ift.tt/TqS5VsX

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[ayyy-pee]

Series Masterlist

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Pro-skater, all around fuckboy and your casual fling of a year, Suguru never hesitates to remind you that you are a hookup and a hookup only. When a tired, pig-tail wearing pro-skater threatens to fill the role Suguru has refused multiple times, will Suguru finally step up to the plate?

Genre: Skater AU

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

Suguru Art: YUD

Choso Art: @affectbitter

Chapters:

Drop-In(1) ◦ Frontside 180(2) ◦ Nose Grind(3) ◦ Vert Ramp(4) ◦ Hardflip(5) ◦ Double Grab(6) ◦ 50-50 Grind(7) ◦ Nosebone (8) ◦ Powerslide (9) ◦ Forward Flip (10) ◦ Kickflip (11) ◦ Chapter 12 (In progress)

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[ayyy-pee]

Chapter 4 - Vert Ramp

Discord 18+ - Twitter - Kofi

Pairing: Suguru Geto x Female Reader, Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Summary: Hmm. Reader may be on to something here...

Genre: Skater AU

Story Warning: Smut, Vaginal Sex, Toxic Behavior, Jealousy, Jealous Behavior, Oral Sex, Unprotected Sex, Breeding Kink, Creampie, Possessive Sex, Possessive Behavior

Choso is the best cuddler. You’re convinced.

As you lay in bed with him, your cheek pressed against his chest as his embrace tightens around you, you’re sure you’ve never been held like this. Choso’s embrace was strong, but gentle. It was safe and secure. You hadn’t been intimate with Choso yet, but you didn’t have to be intimate to end up like this. Choso seemed to simply enjoy holding you, being with you. When you first met Choso, you had no idea how affectionate he was, publicly or privately. It was very different from your “relationship” with Suguru who hardly did more than wave to you in public. No hugs, no hand holding and absolutely no kissing.

Your thoughts drift back to meeting him at the skatepark the other day and him opening his arms to fold you into a hug. It was very unexpected of him, but you would be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy it. It was something you’d always wanted from Suguru. Of course your heart beat a little faster when he showed you the most minimal affection in public. It was pathetic really, how much you craved Suguru’s touch outside of the four walls of your apartment.

But now you had Choso who had no issue showing you affection no matter where you were — lingering touches, a hand to the small of your back, a kiss to the top of your head. He made you feel special. It didn’t matter where you were.

You feel yourself drifting off in Choso’s arms when there’s a loud knock on your door. Choso must have dozed off too because he grumbles unhappily before pulling you closer. You hear his light snores seconds later. 

The knock comes again, a little more persistently and you sigh, peeling yourself from Choso’s hold and crawling out of bed.

You make your way to the door, grateful you and Choso hadn’t done more than lounge around and cuddle when the knock came.

You unlock the door and pull it open, immediately being met with a face full of red tulips, at least three dozen. You lean back, peering around the flowers to the person holding them. The random delivery man nods to you as he reads your name off to you.

“Yes? That’s me,” you confirm, confused.

“Great. Got a delivery for ya. Four dozen red tulips aaaand…” he turns the flowers around in his hands, “Oh, there’s a card right here for ya too.”

He pushes the flowers to you and you accept, still confused.

“I’m sorry. Who are these from?” You question.

The delivery man shrugs. “No idea. I just deliver ‘em. Have a good one.”

“Of course. You too. Thanks.”

You close the door, locking it as you wander into the kitchen. Once in the kitchen, you gently set the flowers down on the counter before you lean forward, closing your eyes and inhaling the sweet scent. What a nice gesture. You’d really have to thank Choso for surprising you with this once he was up. 

You pluck the card from the bouquet and turn it over, eyes widening when you read the message.

I miss you. Hope you like these. They reminded me of you. - Suguru

You set the card back down, looking the flowers over again. They’re beautiful, the gesture is thoughtful and it’s just… so not Suguru . 

Suguru didn’t make sweet gestures like this. He didn’t send flowers, he didn’t take you out, he didn’t tell you he missed you unless he was buried inside you. This Suguru who sent too many text messages when you were busy, hugged you in public, had flowers delivered to you with cute notes that made your heart flutter…this Suguru was new and unexpected.

Quietly, you head to the bedroom. Choso is still asleep, tangled in your blankets so as quietly as you can, you quickly grab your phone and leave the room. Competition is coming up after all. He needs as much rest as he can get.

You head back to the kitchen, dialing Suguru’s number.

He picks up on the first ring.

“Hey,” he answers softly and the sound of his voice makes your stomach do somersaults.

“Hey,” you reply, gently caressing the petals of one of the flowers. “I was just calling to thank you for the flowers. They’re gorgeous. That was very sweet of you.”

Suguru hums. “Yeah? I’m glad you like them.”

“I love them,” you mutter quietly. “And…I miss you too.”

“You do?” He asks. He sounds genuinely surprised, but you can still hear his smile behind it.

“Yeah. I do.”

He’s silent for a bit. You’re sure he’s about to try and run from this call because that’s usually how it was. You expressing some form of emotional attachment to Suguru and him shutting you down, ending the phone call before it can go any further.

“Can I take you out?” Suguru asks suddenly.

You think you’re hearing things for a second, so you don’t respond. It isn’t until a few more seconds go by and Suguru calls your name that you say anything.

“Sorry, what?”

“I asked if I could take you out?” He repeats.

“Oh, sure. We can make plans soon. Do you want to meet at your place or mine?”

Suguru chuckles. It’s a sound you hadn’t realized you wanted to hear so badly until now. 

“No, like on a date. I wanna take you somewhere that’s not the skatepark.” 

You’re not sure how to respond to that. This was what you’d been wanting from Suguru for a long time and he was never willing to give that to you. Suddenly, he wanted to take you on a date? He had to be up to something.

“Why?” You question. You knew Suguru well. As hard as he tried to keep you at arms length, you could still see through his bullshit.

“Why, what?”

“Why do you want to take me out? You’ve never asked me out on a date before? I mean, you take other girls out places, but never me. So why now?”

“Damn, I’ve really never taken you on a date?” He laughs and you roll your eyes, trying not to let his poor taste in jokes piss you off. “I’m kidding, babe. I realize I haven’t been the best…whatever…to you. But I miss you. I want to take you somewhere special.”

You still had your suspicions, but a part of you wanted to believe that Suguru was changing. Or at least trying to change. And you didn’t want to deny yourself of the chance at being there when he decided he wanted something different.

“Okay. Yeah, let’s go on a date then.”

You hear him exhale sharply on the other end and you wonder briefly if he was holding his breath while he waited for an answer. “Great. I’m free in a few days, so let me know if you have time.” He pauses for a moment then clears his throat. “I really did miss you. I can’t wait to see you.”

Before you can open your mouth to respond, you hear the telltale beeps of your call being disconnected. He hung up. Of course he did. He was never good at expressing himself, so you were sure he was completely out of his comfort zone here. It was cute.

You press your nose into the bouquet of flowers once again as you imagine what it will be like to go on an actual date with Suguru. Will you need to dress up? Will he dress up? Now that you think about it, you’d never actually seen Suguru in anything but casual or streetwear. You imagine him wearing his hair in that half up half down style you liked so much, not that you ever told him that. He was handsome no matter what he did with his hair.

The thought of sitting down at a fancy dinner in a high end restaurant across from Suguru while you held hands across the table and confessed your feelings for one another had your heart pounding in your chest. You had confessed your feelings to Suguru many times, only being met with a broken heart when he turned you down. You were a glutton for punishment clearly, but you stayed coming around regardless. But finally… finally , Suguru was the one showing how much he wanted you , chasing you , asking you for more. It felt good .

You’re smiling like an idiot to yourself when you hear the sound of footsteps shuffling down the hall. You look up to find Choso watching you with your nose buried in the bouquet, face flush with excitement.

“Special occasion?” He questions, nodding his head to the enormous flower arrangement. You can’t quite read his expression. Maybe it’s because he still looks half asleep, his hair a bit more mussed than usual and the bags under his eyes heavier than normal.

“Oh. No, these are from Suguru. He said he misses me, so he sent these flowers.” You answer. The weight of Choso’s intense gaze begins to make you feel almost embarrassed. “Um, just to be transparent, he did ask me out on a date.”

“Hmm.” He doesn’t continue with whatever is clearly on his mind. You can tell something’s up by the way his jaw ticks, the subtle way his nostrils flare and the way he tries to stop his brows from knitting together. So you ask him.

“You okay?”

He closes his eyes and inhales deeply before sighing, shaking his head of any thoughts he may have had. “I’m good. Just caught off guard I guess.”

You nod in agreement. “Trust me. I am just as caught off guard as you.”

“Hmm.” He says again, keeping his thoughts to himself. “I’m just gonna lay back down for a bit and then I’ll get out of your hair.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, turning on his heel and going back to your bedroom with a quiet click of the door behind him.

What was that?

One thing you always appreciated about Choso was his honesty. He told you everything he felt, enjoyed, disliked. It was so obvious he was bothered by something, but for him to suddenly close up? That was new for him. But, you wanted to make sure he was okay. You’d hate to do anything to make him upset.

You give it a couple minutes before you follow Choso into your room.

Choso is lying on the bed, his phone in the air as he sends out a text. You crawl in next to him, laying on your side and waiting for him to finish his text. He sighs when he’s done, pocketing his phone and turning on his side to face you.

And you want to kiss that lip that pokes out, and kiss his eyebrows that are pushed together with whatever turmoil he’s feeling, so you do. You lean forward and place one soft kiss to his brows and another to his pouting lips and watch him relax.

“What’s going on with you?” You whisper. Choso closes his eyes and lets out a deep breath.

“It’s kind of stupid.” He shrugs. “And it’s really not a big deal at all, but I just thought you’d moved past the whole Suguru thing.” Choso says softly.

“Oh.” You’re a bit taken aback by Choso’s confession. This is the first time you’d ever seen him show any sort of emotion towards Suguru aside from full on indifference.

“I mean, you hadn’t seen him for a while aside from at the parks as far as I knew. I just assumed he wasn’t in the picture anymore.”

Had you really been blowing Suguru off that much? Between work and Choso, you just didn’t have time for him, but you hadn’t realized you’d blown him off so much Choso thought he was a non-factor now. You feel awful for all of three seconds before you are positive Suguru has kept himself plenty busy with other girls. You don’t want to think about it after that display of affection he just showed you, so you push that thought back.

“I’m sorry, Choso. I should have been more open about my current situation with Suguru. I’ve just been enjoying our time together so much that I forgot.”

Choso appears to think this over before he nods. “I understand. I’m sorry. You were honest with me from the beginning and I was okay with your situation. I don’t have a right to be jealous when I agreed to this.”

“You have every right to feel the way you do. Your feelings are valid and important to me. I appreciate your honesty”

Choso gives you a faint smile and nods, leaning forward to kiss your lips. You don’t think this will be the end of it, but for now Choso seems to be feeling better. He turns on his back, staring up at the ceiling.

“I’ll be leaving for competition in a few days. Will you go on your date then?” He mutters quietly.

“I think so. If I have the free time, I will.”

He hums, bringing his arms up to fold behind his head. “I wish you could go with me. It’s always lonely on the road.”

You’re used to not asking questions about travel when it comes to Suguru. You didn’t know what he got up to and he was quick to tell you that you probably didn’t want to know. But Choso isn’t Suguru and he’s always been an open book, so it wouldn’t hurt anything to ask.

“You don’t have someone waiting for you in whatever city you’re going to?” You murmur nervously.

Choso turns his head to look at you and you can only describe his expression as a mix of confusion and maybe disgust?

“Why would I do that? I’m seeing you.” He says, matter of fact.

You’re a bit shocked by his answer. Add that to the list of what made Choso so different from Suguru. He was only interested in you and that was a new feeling.

You scoot closer to Choso, pressing your lips to his softly. “I’m going to miss you a lot when you’re gone. I can’t wait until you’re back already.”

Choso chuckles quietly. “Same here.”

You sit up, closing the distance between you and Choso and throwing your leg across his lap to straddle him. His hands come up to your hips and you lean down to kiss him. The kiss is soft, warm. 

“What are you doing?” He asks, tilting his head.

“Obviously, I’m trying to have sex with you.”

You lean back down to kiss Choso, but he turns his head to the side and your lips graze his cheek. You feel your stomach drop and a brief sense of dread set in. Suddenly, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was changing his mind about your current situation.

“Stop. I can see the wheels turning in there.” He says, bringing a hand from your hip to cup your cheek. “I really want to have sex with you.” He pauses, his brows knitting together in thought. “You know how I feel about you but…I know if we take that next step now, I won’t be doing it for the right reasons. I’d be doing it to stake some kind of claim over you because I’m upset about Suguru. That’s not fair to you.” Choso says, always honest.

The feeling of dread lying in the pit of your stomach dissipates and you smile sheepishly. Choso truly cared for you. It was clear. You nod, respecting his boundaries. When the time was right, you’d both know it.So you slide off of Choso and curl into his side, happy to spend the rest of your time together in his arms.

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Several days later…

You’re at the bar with Suguru tonight. It’s not as fancy date as you had hoped it would be and that’s a little disappointing, but at least you’re out with him. That was what you wanted, right? The bar is loud and crowded. You’re trying to enjoy yourself, enjoy being with Suguru but your mind is elsewhere.

You glance down at your phone laying on the table faceup. Choso was supposed to check in with you when he arrived at his hotel, but you hadn’t heard from him yet and you were beginning to get worried. He was good about keeping you in the loop of his plans, so this was odd for him. You tuck away the concern eating away at you and try to pull yourself back into the conversation with Suguru.

“So anyway, Satoru’s pissed. Swears he got a splinter from when I broke my board the other day.” Suguru says, scoffing as he downs his beer. The last part grabs your attention.

“Wait, you broke a board? What happened?”

You peer down at your phone again, missing the way the tension shoots into Suguru’s shoulders and leaves just as quickly. He shakes his head. “Really not important, babe. What’s been up with you?”

“Nothing really. Same old, same old. Work, work and more work. Competition season is coming up so my job has really been on me to get some good shots.” You briefly fill Suguru in on your job. He nods along, adding his own commentary and seems genuinely interested in the conversation. He tells you what he’s been up to as well; practice for competition season, switching up his diet and trying to cut back on smoking. 

It’s sad, but these tiny topics of conversation never happened between you two before. It was always making plans to meet up at either your place or his, maybe a “how’s it going” and then straight to being tangled up in the sheets together. This was a nice change of pace.

You try to stay immersed in the conversation, you really do, but the lack of communication from Choso is nagging away at you in the back of your mind. You don’t even realize you’ve been continuously glancing at your phone, ignoring your drink and Suguru which must be why he’s asking you what’s wrong now.

“You keep looking at your phone. Like you’re waiting to hear from someone.” He says, propping his head up in his hand.

You debate if you should be honest with Suguru for a moment. He didn’t take your transparency very well the last time it involved Choso, after all. But it has been a few weeks. Maybe he’ll handle it differently. You decide honesty is really the best policy here.

“Yeah, just Choso,” you tell him and he nods. “He was supposed to check in once he got to his hotel before the competition, but I haven’t heard from him yet. He should be there by now.”

Suguru hums quietly, idly swishing the last bit of beer around in his glass. “Maybe he’s busy. There’s a lot to do and…a lot of people to see. You know how it goes when we travel for comp.”

Your gaze snaps up to him. Do you actually know how it goes when they travel for “comp”? You don’t think you do because Suguru never tells you a fucking thing. The annoyance creeps up before you can stop it.

“Actually, I wouldn’t know seeing as you all but vanish when you’re gone, then pop back up and tell me nothing ,” you say with a little more bite than you mean to. Suguru stares at you for a moment before he looks down at his now empty glass, smirking to himself.

“Like I said. Maybe he’s busy.”

You can feel your cheeks warming with anger, but you try your best not to lose it yet. You could see through Suguru’s antics here. He was trying to make you believe Choso was with another woman while out on the road. And based on how things are with Suguru, had you not talked about Choso’s trip beforehand, you may have taken Suguru’s bait.

The implication is clear. But while Suguru may get on the road and sleep with anyone who throws themselves his way, you don’t think Choso is like that. At least, you hope Choso isn’t like that. No, you know he isn’t.

“Very cute, Suguru. But I trust Choso. He made it clear he’s only interested in me so I don’t think he’s ‘busy’,” you make air quotes around “busy” so Suguru knows you’ve caught on to his hints. “I’m sure he’s probably at practice before his competition tonight.”

“Yeah, if you believe that,” Suguru slides his empty glass to the edge of the table, waving the waiter down to order another drink. “I’m just being real with you. That’s the kind of shit that happens out there.”

He doesn’t wait for your reply as the waiter arrives. Suguru orders another beer for himself and then glances over to you for your order. You shake your head. Suddenly you’re neither hungry nor thirsty.

“Anyway, the stress of competition is crazy, babe. Guys like Choso and me, we need a way to blow off steam when we’re on the road. I wouldn’t even worry about it. I’m sure he’ll hit you up when he’s not so preoccupied.” Suguru smiles that stupid feline smile that would normally make you swoon. In the dim lighting of the bar, it makes him look like the asshole you know he is. He’s sitting back in his seat like he just gave you the best relationship advice you could ask for.

That smug smirk on his face and his relaxed body language only serve to piss you off more. Choso isn’t like Suguru. He doesn’t make you second guess how he feels only to shut you out and put you in your place. Choso is honest, and kind and considerate and everything you’re beginning to realize Suguru isn’t. Or maybe you’d always known.

Before you can open your mouth to rip Suguru’s head off, your phone buzzes on the table. You check the screen, seeing Choso’s name appear and slide your finger across the screen to view the message.

Choso: sorry for the late text. i fell asleep on the bus and my teammates just left me here Choso: must’ve been more tired than i thought lol. hope your date’s going well (jk) Choso: not really  Choso: ok sorry im being mean. text me when you’re free. gonna get a shower in before my run

You heave a sigh of relief. One - because Choso was alright. Two - because Choso was once again showing you he was nothing like Suguru. 

Sighing again, you pick up your phone and text Choso a thumbs up before standing.

“Thank you for this evening, Suguru but I’m going to go home.” You tell him, reaching into your pocket to grab your keys.

“Wait,” he says, almost panicked. “Why?”

“Because, I’d rather be home than listening to you try and make Choso out to be a dick like you.”

“Hang on. That’s not what I was trying to do.” He stands, blocking your path to the exit.

“Isn’t it? Trying to manipulate me into thinking he’s busy doing the same shady shit you would be doing if it were you on the road? Admit that that’s what you were trying to do.”

Suguru is standing before you and you can see his mind going a million miles trying to find a way out of this one. He wasn’t used to this side of you - the side of you that stood up for yourself. But you didn’t appreciate the way he spoke about Choso. It wasn’t fair to Choso who gave you no reason to think any less of him. 

His silence is the answer you need.

“Exactly. Thanks for tonight, Suguru. I’ll see you later.”

You maneuver around Suguru’s large form and exit the bar. You don’t bother turning around to see Suguru watching you go. 

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Suguru closes the door to his apartment behind him. He's home now, alone - definitely not how he planned on ending his night but it was probably well deserved. He was sort of a dick. But he can't seem to help himself when it comes to you and pigtails. He knew he was being irrational about all this, unfair too. You were allowed to see other people. You had seen other people before, gone on dates and then you’d end up in Suguru’s bed right after. 

Is that what this was? Hurt pride? A bruised ego? 

Yeah, that was it. He just got his feelings a little hurt because this little escapade you had going on between you and Choso seemed to be lasting longer than the others. That’s what he tells himself so he’ll feel better.

Whatever. He’ll call you later and tell you sorry so you both can just move on. Worst comes to worse, he’ll just send flowers again.

Suguru throws himself down onto his couch and grabs the tv remote, turning it on. He flips through the channels until he lands on exactly what he’s looking for. The skate competition is live on the SK8-TV network and he decides to distract himself watching this instead of moping over you being pissed at him. 

There’s nothing exciting going on at the moment - a couple of kids doing simple tricks for now. It’s fucking boring.

When the commercial break comes around, Suguru heads to the kitchen to grab a snack. He gets the first thing he sees, a pastry roll. He doesn’t typically eat these when it’s competition season but he’s in his feelings a little tonight and Nanami was nice enough to drop them off after his annoying boyfriend told him how hard of a time he was having with you lately. Goddamn Satoru. Always such a fucking gossip.

Suguru heads back to the living room and sits back on the couch as the competition resumes on tv. They’ve moved on to the vert ramp segment. Suguru watches as a man he doesn’t recognize drops into the enormous structure. He speeds up, launching into the air on the opposite side, kicking his feet so the board spins two times beneath him. The man isn’t fast enough though and he loses his footing as he falls back to the ramp. His board flies out from under him. The man bails, landing on his knees that he’s lucky to be wearing knee pads on and skids to a stop. The landing is so bad, Suguru is positive his score is tanked. There’s no way he’ll recover.

“Ha! Fucking loser,” Suguru laughs, mouth stuffed with his pastry.

The next competitor is up and that’s when he sees him. He sees a familiar head of hair, wild pigtails whipping in the wind as he takes his place atop the vert ramp. He runs his fingers from one side of his face to the other, along the tattooed lines on his cheeks. Suguru groans irritably. Is there no way to escape this guy?

He stuffs the last bite of his pastry into his mouth, watching closely as Choso drops in - smooth and easy. He hits the other end of the vert ramp, touching the nose of his board against the rail before he drops back in towards the opposite side. Choso bends his knees, picking up speed as he approaches the other end. He flies up the arc and into the air, reaching down to pull his board out from under him and hold it above his head before he puts it back in place and once again, makes a smooth and easy landing and speeds to the other side. Choso launches into the air, bending his knees and grabbing his board. He spins - one, two, three…and a half times and makes a perfect landing. 

The crowd is losing their shit and if Suguru is honest, so is he. Even he couldn’t hit a fucking 1260 spin. How the hell did Choso pull it off and make it look like nothing?

Suguru observes as the camera pans around the audience who is going absolutely batshit crazy. Choso ends his run and steps off of the ramp, board in hand. The tv network reporter stops him for a quick interview. She asks all the basic questions - how does he feel after that run, how many hours does he practice, all the generic shit. 

But one question in particular makes Suguru lean forward and really pay attention.

“Obviously, we’re all so impressed with that performance and you should be proud!” The reporter beams. “But all of the women here, myself included, are dying to know…is there a special someone at home waiting for you to bring home the win here?”

The tv reporter looks damn near as excited as the rest of the crowd as she bounces back and forth on her feet awaiting his answer.

Choso smiles and Suguru thinks this might be the first time he’s ever seen him do that . It makes his stomach drop when he looks directly into the camera and speaks. 

“I do. Well, sort of. She knows who she is. Hoping she’ll be there to take a picture of me and that trophy when I get back.”

The reporter pouts dramatically before she congratulates him again on an excellent run. They move on to the next competitor.

Suguru doesn’t care what’s happening after that. He reaches into his pocket, fishing his phone out and dialing. It rings four times before there’s an answer on the other end. Suguru sighs.

“Hey. Can I come over?”

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