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The party activities continued throughout the evening, hugs were exchanged, alcohol was consumed, and the children and younger siblings were taken home for bed. Remaining at the party were several students and some faculty of Jujutsu High. It was getting closer to midnight, and the final desserts were being brought out, including a giant Yule log you and Choso had made the other day in preparation for the party.
“Woah! That’s huge!” Yuji’s eyes were the size of dinner plates looking at the giant yule log that you and Choso had to carry and set on the table.
“Thanks Yuji,” You replied, slightly out of breath. “It took forever, Choso and I wanted there to be enough for everyone, so we quadrupled the recipe.”
“Honestly, I’m so full from the other food, I can’t eat another bite,” Principal Yaga interjected, rubbing his stomach gently. “It looks incredible though.”
A few other people nodded in agreement. Choso looked over at you, and you were crestfallen. This log had taken hours to prepare, and he’d nearly set the kitchen on fire three separate times trying to help you make sure it was just right. Yuji also caught the moments of heartbreak on your face before you covered it up, a small smile gracing your features as you nodded at the Tokyo school principal.
“It’s okay, really, I should have figured that this would be too much—” you began.
“Nonsense!” Yuji interrupted, hands on his hips, turning to face Aoi Todo in the corner. “Yo! Brother! I challenge you to an eating contest! Whoever can eat their half of the Yule log first wins!”
“A challenge from my brother? I could never refuse!” Todo shouts back, sticking out his hand for a shake. “You’re on, little brother!” Todo turns to Choso, who stood beside you watching this all unfold with furrowed brows.
“You, older brother Kamo, you’re going to be the referee, got it?!” Todo pointed a large, threatening finger at Choso, who nodded quickly before responding, “As you wish, brother Todo.”
The scene was set: Yuji and Todo, sitting across from each other, forks in hand, the largest Yule Log they’ve ever seen sat between them, and Choso stood behind the table with an arm raised, wearing a makeshift referee shirt someone found in an old storage room. You stood among the crowd, watching with bated breath as Choso dropped his arm suddenly.
“Begin!”
Yuji and Todo dug in with gusto, shoveling forkfuls of sponge cake and mascarpone whipped cream into their gaping maws, ganache smearing their faces in chaotic splatters.
“Mmmf! This is— like sooo good,” Yuji called over to you between gigantic bites.
“You made a lovely cake, future sister-in-law!” Todo called over his shoulder, making you blush a deep red color and glance away quickly.
“Future sister-in-law?! Are you and Choso getting married?!” Yuji yelled out, cake flying from his mouth in excitement.
“Married?! What—no!” You stammered, hands waving in front of your face in embarrassment. “Focus on eating, you two!”
Choso didn’t miss the interaction at all. Married? Choso hadn’t asked you about marriage, the two of you hadn’t even had sex yet, but the thought of you with someone else made his stomach turn sour and his ears ring. You had been the kindest, most loving person he’d ever met, the only person he’d ever felt truly safe and welcomed with, other than his plethora of siblings.
What if you didn’t want to get married to him?
The idea wormed its way into his consciousness like a poison, completely distracting him from the grotesque sounds of swallowing occurring in front of him. Choso had never known happiness in his 150 years as a curse, and you were too good of a thing for him to let go. The idea of you leaving him made him shiver, like your love was the fire that kept him warm.
“I did it! I won!” Yuji’s cheering burst him out of his turmoil of inner thoughts, the pink-haired boy kicking back his chair in victory.
“H-how…?” Todo threw down his fork, stomach protruding from his pants and shirt in utter defeat.
“Better luck next time, brother! Ha-ha! You gotta try harder against someone with a whole nother person living inside them! With Sukuna in here, I’m basically eating for two!” Yuji’s grin spanned from ear to ear as he lightly taunted Todo.
“Congrats Yuji, great job Todo,” Choso bowed slightly before making his way hurriedly towards you.
“Can we talk?”
When Choso asked to talk to you, you were not prepared for what he was going to do. After the eating contest, Choso essentially dragged you out of the room, leading you by the arm down the hall into a nearby unused dorm room. He led you in, slammed the door shut, and turned to embrace you tightly.
“Ch-Choso, what’s going on, are you okay?” You asked in alarm, hugging him back with confusion in your eyes. Choso buried himself into your neck, inhaling your scent like he was never going to touch you again.
“I-I don’t know, just— just let me hold you, please,” Choso murmured, his breath hot against your neck. Your neck suddenly felt wet as the scent of salt hit your nose— he was crying.
“Choso, what’s wrong, sweetheart? Talk to me,” You grasped his tear-streaked face, forcing him to move back and look at you. “Why are you so upset?” You stroked his cheeks lovingly, pushing aside tears as his lower lip trembled. Pressing your forehead against his, you whispered. “I’m here for you, Cho, I always will be.”
“Do you promise?” Choso gripped your wrists tightly, purple-lidded eyes radiating devotion for you, seeking out the validation he desperately craved from your lips.
“Always and forever, Cho,” You smiled gently, your thumb dropping down to trace his sensitive lips. Choso’s eyes fluttered shut, lips puckering to drop feather-light kisses on your fingertips. His frame relaxed around you, shoulders dropping as he leaned forward, pressing you gently against the wall as his robed arms wrap around you in a warm lavender-scented embrace. You inhaled deeply, surrounding yourself in his calming aroma.
You and Choso stayed still for a few minutes, clinging to each other, hot breath mingling in the cold room. The voices from the party were muted, you could barely hear them through your pulse pounding in your ears. Something about this embrace was different, it was intimate. You two hadn’t exactly defined your relationship in concrete terms, hence your blushing reaction at Todo’s remarks. That wasn’t to say that you hadn’t become increasingly closer, spending most of your day together and in close proximity. Choso was physically affectionate with you, a hand always on your back or your waist, his presence tailing you like a dutiful, oversized shadow. You’d shared countless kisses and cuddles on the couch, solidifying you as definitely more intimate than just friends.
But you hadn’t had that conversation, yet. The one defining your actual relationship. Was this a friends-with-benefits situation? Were you lovers? Partners? Everything was still in its early stages, you’d been living together and just doing what was comfortable. Choso knew that there was more unspoken between you, that he wasn’t the only one feeling this magnetic pull towards each other. He knew you cared for him, but how much?
Would you burn down the world like he would, just to keep you near?
Choso’s nimble fingers clutched you harder, and his breath turned ragged as he pressed his lips against your neck.
“I want more,” the words left his lips like a confession, whispered delicately into the crook of your neck, waiting for your response. You stiffened slightly, your fingers crawling up to tighten in the soft tresses of his hair.
“More of what, Cho?” You whispered back, lidded eyes meeting his in question.
“You.”
You blinked a few times in surprise. “Me? You already have me, Cho,” your face broke out into a smile, knowing exactly what he meant but wanting to hear him say the words himself.
Choso huffed a little, cheeks turning pink as he glanced away. “I want all of you, like everything? I, I don’t know how to say it but it’s like I just need you by me, with me, for forever…” he scrunched his eyebrows, getting frustrated with his struggle to voice the ache in his heart. Choso grasped your chin, lifting your jaw so he could press his lips to yours.
“I want everything you will give me,” Choso whispered against your lips. “Even if it’s bad or sad or angry, I want it all.”
“Oh, Choso,” tears pricked your eyeline, shining down your face in glimmering streaks. Your fingers gripped his hair, bringing him closer to continue kissing him. Choso bit back a moan as his tongue mingled with yours, tasting each other with hot breath and broken gasps. Choso didn’t know where to grasp you first, he reached for your waist, your hips, the small of your back—
“Do you want to have all of me now?” You gasped, out of breath. Your hand had caught his wrist, bringing it from your waist to cup your breast. “All you have to do is ask, Cho.”
Choso audibly gulped. He has desperately wanted to touch you everywhere, and his head nodded immediately as the palm of his calloused hand gently gripped the curve of your breast, thumb shakily rolling over the skin peeking out from your dress.
“P-please,” he chokes out, already wrecked for you. Choso was already hard beneath his robes, cock throbbing painfully. Normally he uses his blood manipulation to purposely keep his boners in check around you, not wanting to act like a feral animal every time you bent over or wore something cute. But now? Now he did nothing to hide it, feeling the blood rushing from other parts of his body to bring his cock to painful attention.
You led Choso behind you, towards the new bed of this unused dorm room. You positioned him on the mattress, sitting up with his feet hanging off, before you lifted his chin with your pointer finger, showing him who’s in charge of this interaction.
“Let me make you feel good, Cho,” you nuzzled your nose against his, and Choso’s eyelids fluttered shut as he nodded. You started on his cheeks, kissing each one lightly before moving down the side of his neck. Choso bit back a moan as your tongue kitten-licked the pulse point at the base of his neck, and you watched as the flush in his cheeks grew darker.
“Hah, that feels— that feels so good,” Choso gasped out as you disrobed him, kisses pressing and sucking onto his pale chest as you worked your way down.
Choso heard your knees bend and hit the carpet in front of him. His eyes opened, and he nearly choked at the sight of you. Cheeks flushed, eyes dilated, tongue out as you released his throbbing length from his robes.
“W-what are you doi— oh my god,” Choso stuttered out as your lips made contact with the flushed, mushroom-shaped head of his cock. It was so incredibly sensitive, Choso could nearly cum already just from your little kitten licks and soft kisses.
His blood was pumping furiously, he could hear it thundering past his eardrums, feeling it rush down to fill his aching cock. The tattoo on his nose started growing, the markings crawling up his eyes and forming arrows as he struggled to control his blood flow.
“Holy shit— You’re a queen, a goddess, a fucking dream —” Choso was blabbering helplessly, losing his entire mind as you made eye contact while sucking the tip into your mouth, swirling around the head with your tongue. His precum dribbled past your lips, the salty taste sliding smoothly down your throat as you gazed at him, hearts practically dancing across your eyes as you worshipped him.
Choso couldn't handle your ministrations, he was trying so so hard not to buck up into your throat and make you gag. He bit his knuckles, ripped the sheets beneath him, ran his fingers through his hair, but it was no use, you had him begging for mercy from your pretty little mouth.
“Please— fuck—I can't take it sweetie, I-I'm gonna—”
Pop.
Your right hand started pumping his length as your mouth popped off, left hand reaching forward to slide your dexterous fingers around his throat. Choso’s eyes widened, a whimpering groan crawling out of his mouth at your sudden dominance.
“Shh, baby, it's okay. I want you to, it's okay,” you reassured Choso with a light squeeze around his windpipe before resuming your oral ministrations, taking him deeper into your hot mouth each time, tongue sliding up and down his hyper-sensitive veins.
Choso was wrecked, destroyed and in love, the hearts in his eyes were practically bursting as he processed your words. Panting, sweating, tears fully streaming down his cheeks, Choso thanked you repeatedly as you swallowed him down your throat.
“Ohhhh Thank you thank you thank you—! Fuck! I'm gonna, I think I'm gonna—” Choso couldn't finish his sentence, shaking fingers gripping your scalp as he started recklessly fucking your throat. You choked, gagged, nearly went lightheaded, but it was so worth it to watch him fall apart over you. Choso was whimpering and whining, hot loads of salty cum flowing freely past your lips, coating your tongue and throat as he cried above you. You swallowed as best you could, but a few dribbles went sliding down your chin as you pulled yourself off of him, gasping quietly for air.
Choso couldn't believe it. You, his obsession, his chosen love, the most perfect human he'd ever met, had just let him do that. Choso’s tattoo started fading to normal as he opened his eyes. He looked down, surveying you in all your glory, eyes red, tears-stained cheeks, plump and wet lips, his release painting your chin. You were incredible.
Choso pulled you up, cradling you in his arms as he covered your face in apologetic kisses.
“You're so —mwah— beautiful and —mwah— perfect and —mwah— fucking mine forever —mwah—,” Choso stopped talking, too focused on kissing every available inch of skin as he held you.
“Haha— Choso stop— I wanted to!” You giggled as he continued, the tied up pigtails tickling your face as he kissed down your neck, savoring your flavor, committing your entire being to memory.
“Never,” he pleaded, violet eyes meeting yours, lips kissed-swollen. “I never want to stop kissing you, never ever. I'll do anything for you, but please don't ask me to stop loving you.”
You ran your fingers up the back of his neck, twirling his inky hair between your fingertips.
“I never said to stop loving me, Cho,” you chuckled as you moved your legs into a straddle position on his lap. “I was just thinking that there's other parts of me you haven't had yet.”
Choso paused, lips mid-kiss on your sternum.
“There's more?!” His eyes widened, body paused fully, waiting on your next words.
“Of course there's more,” you winked salaciously, bringing Choso’s hands from around your waist to cupping your breasts. “Don't you want all of me?”
“Y-yes, more than anything,” Choso begged, whimpering weakly as you ground your hips down on his, waking his cock back up from its refractory period. “Ngggh— fuck! You’re s-so good to me, sweetheart,” Choso’s breathing turned ragged, tattoos crawling up his face as his blood started rushing once again. His fingers squeezed your hips harshly before focusing on removing your clothing as fast as possible.
In about 30 seconds, you were completely bare, laid out on the bed, Choso leaning above you, panting heavily. He had shrugged off his clothing as well, pale chest littered in your love bites, cock already twitching and leaking, aching painfully against his stomach. His tattoos had resurfaced, arrows lining his cheeks and forehead as he continued peppering kisses down your neck and sternum.
Choso paused as his hot breath ghosted over your pebbles nipples.
“A-Are you sure?” Choso’s hungry violet eyes stared into yours in hesitation and longing.
“Yes, I'm positive, Cho. I want you,” your thumb caressed his cheek lovingly, and he leaned into your touch briefly as his eyes fluttered shut.
“Thank you, for everything,” he murmured softly. Choso hesitated a second longer, bathing in your soft touches, before returning to his path of searing kisses. His tongue flicked at your nipple lightly before covering it with his mouth and sucking. His hand traveled up, rubbing your other nipple in circular motions with his thumb.
You gripped his hair, holding Choso tight to your chest as he covered your breasts in loving bites and kisses. Moaning wantonly, your legs reached around to bring Choso’s hips closer to yours. Choso’s hips stuttered as they met yours, the wetness between your thighs coating his member in slick.
“F-fuck, you're s-so wet,” Choso’s mouth lifted off your chest with a pop, nipple swollen and sensitive from his tongue. He looked down and gyrated his hips again, the head of his thick cock catching at your folds and smearing your arousal all over his length.
“C-can I— Can I taste you?” Choso’s eyes were nearly black, pupils dilated with desire as he gazed into yours. You were breathing heavily, body turned all the way up from his ministrations, aching to be filled.
“Next time, I promise Cho. B-but I need you, and I need you now,” you emphasized your statement with a slow grind of your hips, bringing his aching cock even closer to your sopping heat, the leaky crown catching suspensefully on your entrance. “Please,” you begged, fingers reaching forward to interlock with his. “Please, Cho, I need you inside me.”
If Choso’s cheeks were pink before, they were a crimson red now, the blood in his veins making his tattoos stand out starkly. He swallowed nervously, Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat as he reached down with shaky fingers to grasp his cock and line himself up with your entrance.
“Will this hurt you?” He glanced up, making sure you were still okay with all of this.
“No, just go slow,” you reassured him, angling your hips and opening your legs wider to accept him.
Choso nodded once before focusing on the task at hand. He pressed the head of his cock between your treacly folds, the wetness pooling out onto his fingers. Choso groaned in his throat, he was losing his damn mind at how good you felt, and this was just the tip? How was he going to last once all of you was wrapped around him?
“C-Choso, please, I want more,” you moaned out, legs trying to bring him closer to you as he paused, still contemplating how you could feel this amazing.
“O-okay, I've got you,” Choso reassured you, pushing a few more inches into your dripping pussy, pausing again to swear under his breath. “Fuck, you feel unreal baby,” he grips your hip tightly as he pushes further, bottoming out after several seconds with a guttural groan.
“Oh my god— Choso, you feel so good,” you whined out, hips already shaking. You felt so full, deliciously stretched out around him, already dialed halfway up at this alone.
“I can't— I'm so sorry, I can't stay still baby, please forgive me,” Choso blabbered out, hips beginning their thrusts into your warm, wet heat.
Choso met your lips in a sultry kiss as he started thrusting, pushing your thighs upwards, not quite a mating press but still a stretch delicious enough that it burned your hamstrings. You gripped each other tightly, your hands in his hair and scratching down his back, his hands gripping your thighs and caressing your cheeks in adoration.
Every thrust of his hips brought his hardened tip smooching right up against your g-spot, filling the edges of your vision with hazy dots. His veins throbbed against your squeezing walls, heavy balls clapping against your ass, sweat dripping off his torso and onto yours as your bodies slid against each other in the dark room.
The muscles in your lower abdomen were clenching tight, a burning heat building beneath the skin. You hooked your ankles around his waist, pulling Choso ever closer, and you nibbled on his ear as a helpless moan left your drooling lips.
“Cum inside me, Cho, please— I'm so close,” your fingers left half-moons in his back, pelvic muscles clenching tight around his cock. Choso’s hips faltered at your tightening heat, and a low groan left his lips in response.
“A-anything for you, my love,” Choso growled, and his grip on you hardened. His thrusts turned staccato, slapping harshly as you gushed around him, squirting down his length, splattering his hips and thighs as a silent scream left your throat. Your orgasm took you by surprise, throwing you into waves of ecstasy that never seemed to end, only punctuated by each -slap, slap, slap- of his strong hips.
“Cho, fuck— I can't stop, oh my god,” you squirted again, tears freely rolling down your cheeks as Choso chased his high. The sheets were soaked beneath you, your body shaking in its high. You were ruined, entirely taken, and you quivered beneath Choso, overly sensitive and gripping him with what little strength you had left.
“I'm. Almost. There.” Choso punctuated each word with a ravenous thrust, burying himself ever deeper inside your trembling walls. He ground his hips with each push, gyrating his weeping tip against every sensitive spot you had, rubbing deliciously against your g-spot.
“Please,” he pleaded. “Please cum with me again, I need it.” His calloused finger reached beneath you, rubbing circles on your clit as he continued berating your insides.
Every touch was a hot wire, your nerves were burning up in fiery overstimulation, and yet you could feel the buildup happening again. Your stomach was twisting tighter, walls clamping down even harder. Choso knew it too, his thrusts turned rabid, frenzied in his impending release.
“I'm gonna— fuck, I'm gonna—” he couldn't even finish his sentence, hips undulating in one final -slam- as he released himself inside you, spurting rivulets of white that coated your womb, filling you up deliciously as you orgasmed a third time around him. Choso came with a groaning whine, hair falling from its tie to drip against his forehead, hips stuttering as he ground himself inside you with each throbbing release.
Choso collapsed on top of you, arms reaching around to hold you close, fingers threading through your hair softly as his eyes flitted shut.
“Thank you, my love. Thank you for everything,” he whispered out, placing reverent kisses on your sweat-soaked, trembling skin. You clutched onto him, humming in agreement as fireworks suddenly exploded into the commons area outside the window. You and Choso looked up, marveling at the pretty sight in the sky as the colors faded towards the ground.
“Happy New Year, Cho,” you smiled, sleep already taking over your mind as you brushed your fingers lovingly against his cheek. Choso held you closer, inhaling your mixed scent as his eyes fluttered shut.
“Happy New Year, my love.”