kiss it better
summary: you are tired of dating assholes. so a random encounter at the local library inspires you to take a chance on a nice guy. and not just one who's pretending to be nice. a genuinely nice guy. and here you thought unicorns weren't real... pairing: choso x reader genre: romance, strangers to lovers, a lil angst, smut author's note: yaay my first jjk fic! (hopefully not the last lol) choso my beloved i can't stop thinking about you and i needed to write smth about you to get all these mushy feelings out into the world hehe warnings: boy, here we go. slow burn (-ish), meet-cute, lowkey insta-love, highkey clichéd plot, lots of nerdy activities, shitty exes (esp naoya ew), implied first-time trauma (reader), insecurities, trust issues, sexual assault attempt (not by cho obvi), lots of kissing, the c in choso stands for consent, biting, eating out, fingering, big dick cho (wbk), unprotected sex, size kink, cowgirl position, mating press position, creampie, small-chested reader (bc representation matters), blowjob, shower stuff, aftercare, canon jjk background but not in too much detail, cameos by other characters (e.g. satoru, megumi & yuji) word count: 9.2k (wat) playlist
For as long as you've known yourself, you've had a type - the domineering, popular guys who would take whatever they want without even asking. However, your history of dating such men always ended in the inevitable disappointment. Some of them would cheat on you, others would straight-up just ghost you, there was even that one guy who told you that you were too "nice" for him when he broke up with you.
So one random Sunday afternoon you decide that it's time for you to change your shitty type. Heart broke too many times, you need a change in scenery. The question is…how are you supposed to find a guy that's different from all your exes? When you're so used to falling for assholes that your eyes unconsciously look for them. Luckily, you don't have to look for too long.
As you are browsing through the city library for a book you haven't been able to find in any bookshop or online, your hand accidentally falls on top of a stranger's.
"Oh, I'm so sorry," the man apologizes sweetly, withdrawing his large hand from the exact book you'd been looking for. "You can have it."
"Are you sure? It seems to be the last copy in the library," you explain as you observe the shelves.
"It's fine, I can just borrow it after you're done with it," he replies gently.
Huh. Any other of the men you've (unfortunately) dated would have taken the book, probably pushing your hand away in the process. Not that your exes did much reading in the first place…
"That hardly seems fair," you pout, trying to grow closer to this gem of a guy in the sea of toxic monsters. "How about you give me your number? We could meet up for coffee and read together, taking turns?"
You've never asked a guy out first and it's taking all of your courage (and frustration) to do so but your heart is screaming at you that it's worth it. Taking a chance on him…
"Um, okay, if that's what you want?" the tall man responds hesitantly, as you give him your phone so that he could write his number.
"I'm Y/N, by the way," you introduce yourself happily.
"Choso," he says, while typing in his name.
"It's really nice to meet you, Choso," you chirp. "You know, it's not every day that a guy gallantly offers me to take the last copy of a book I've been dying to read for ages."
You're probably oversharing, but who cares at this point?
"Huh, really? I thought it was the bare minimum to step back."
"Because I'm a girl?" you try to not get offended by his comment.
"What? No, because it's…the polite thing to do. Borrowed books come and go but manners are forever."
"That's an interesting saying, I've never heard it before."
"Might be 'cause I just came up with it," Choso chuckles nervously.
Just then the librarian shushes at the two of you for making too much noise.
You blush in embarrassment.
"Should we go to the café nearby and do some reading? Unless you have other plans…"
"No," Choso shakes his head shyly.
"No, you don't want to go to the café?" you murmur with a sad face.
"No, I meant…that I don't have any plans, let's go," he replies a little more confidently this time.
You grin excitedly and grab his hand as you check the book out and leave the library.
Once seated at a nice table, warm drinks on it, you open the book in front of you and the two of you start reading in comfortable silence.
"Are you done with the first page?" Choso asks after about 10 seconds.
"You read it already?!" you whisper in shock.
"Uh, yeah, I read kinda fast…"
"Kinda? That's crazy fast!" you blink in disbelief. "Are you a sorcerer or something?"
"You could say that…" he scratches the back of his head nervously. "Sorry, just…go at your own pace, I don't mind."
"How about you read it out loud?" you suggest. "Speaking speed should be slower."
"That makes sense," Choso agrees, taking the book from you and starting to read slowly. "As the flowers beneath the frozen field began to grow, winter gave way to the long-awaited spring. Sylvie knew that nothing would ever be the same now that the sun's rays were becoming warmer and her heart was beating louder, yearning for the promise of a thousand new memories. Little did she realize that the only moments that were truly promised were the ones she would create herself."
As Choso keeps reading, you find yourself getting completely immersed in the story, transfixed by the lull of his deep voice. You are aware that you only just met him. But there is something nearly magical about his existence. Something you can't quite place just yet. But that something makes you want to trust him. Like you'd trusted no one before.
You have no idea how but somehow he had already read one half of the book. And the café is about to close down, the baristas inform you impatiently. How long have you been sitting there?
"Shit, I'm so sorry," you gasp, starting to yawn. "I didn't realize how quickly time was passing. I hope I didn't keep you from anything important."
"That's fine," Choso waves you off, as you walk down the street outside. "I was the one reading, I could have stopped anytime I wanted to."
"You're right, I'm being silly," you giggle. "I had so much fun. We should do this again sometime. If you want."
"I'd love to," Choso agrees easily. "I need to know if Sylvie will stop letting that dickhead George walk over her."
You chuckle in amusement upon hearing him use such language.
"Right? Sylvie deserves better…" you can't help but sympathize with the character.
"I think she should love herself more," Choso points out. "She's smart, hard-working and pretty. Just because George comes from money doesn't make him a good match for her. He's so cruel to everyone and can't see past his own nose."
"Good point," you laugh genuinely.
"You live nearby?" Choso asks, casually changing the subject.
"Uh, yeah, just around the corner," you admit.
"Let me walk you home," he offers nonchalantly.
Your heart can't help but flutter at the attention. You were used to taking public transport or taxis to your exes' apartments and after hooking up, you'd have to figure out a way to send yourself back home. You can't even remember the last time a guy walked you home…Which is kinda disturbing when you think about it.
"If it's not an inconvenience," you mumble.
"I want to make sure you're home safe," Choso insists.
And yet here he is - a guy you'd literally just met going out of his way to ensure your well-being. You really should learn some lessons from this book and not let guys like George mistreat you like he's been tormenting Sylvie.
"Well, thank you, I appreciate it," you say honestly.
When you find yourself in front of the door to your apartment building, you feel like this is the moment when you are supposed to show your gratitude somehow.
"You want to come inside?" you suggest.
"What for?" Choso asks.
"Um, I don't know…have coffee?" you whisper dumbly.
"Y/N…it's 10pm and we already drank like three coffees. We won't be able to sleep if we have another," he explains patiently.
"Maybe I don't want to sleep," you try your best to give him an idea of where your mind's at, but to no avail.
"And what will you do all night, hm? Finish the book without me?"
"I wouldn't do that…" you sigh wistfully. "Tempting as staying up all night reading is, I was thinking we could…"
"Good night, Y/N," Choso shakes his head.
Did he just reject your pathetic advances? Damn, that stings. But then again, maybe he's just being a gentleman. Something you're not used to. But something you're definitely learning to enjoy.
"Text me when you get home, okay?" you yell after him.
He waves at you without looking back, not responding. You hope he does, though. Text you.
He doesn't. You stay up till midnight but you don't get a text from Choso. In the morning you pout as you check your phone to find zero new messages. You decide to swallow your pride and message him instead.
You: Did you make it home okay? You didn't text me last night…
You hate how pathetic you sound for reminding him but you can't help it. You really were worried.
Choso 📖: I didn't have your number. You had mine, though.
Oh! Of course, that makes sense. You feel so stupid, blaming him for not texting when all along, it was on you.
You: Right…I'm so sorry, I forgot! How about I make it up to you? Drinks on me? I know this awesome cocktail place.
You really aren't wasting your time, asking him out twice in two consecutive days…But after dealing with so many assholes, you really need to hold onto this angel tightly.
Choso 📖: Sure, that sounds nice. Bring the book, we can continue reading together.
You: Will do! I get off work at 5 today. 5:30pm okay with you?
Choso 📖: It's perfect, I can pick you up, where do you work?
You hurriedly send him your work's address.
Choso 📖: Awesome. See you later, then!
You: Can't wait! 📚🍹💜
Choso 📖: Is it like a date-date?
The question takes you off guard. You want it to be a proper date, but you also don't want to scare him away with how forward you're acting. You're not used to being the assertive one, but you really want to get to know him. Because what you've seen so far has been amazing.
You: Only if you want it to be 🥺
Choso 📖: I'd like it to be a date-date, but I should warn you I have never really had a girlfriend so this is all very new and kinda scary for me.
What? That's crazy. He's so sweet, handsome and smart, how come he's never dated before?
Choso 📖: I understand if that's not what you're looking for right now, you seem very outgoing and sociable, I just thought I'd let you know beforehand. Don't want to disappoint you or anything.
Wow, that's so thoughtful, honestly. But him not having had a girlfriend is actually more of a turn-on for you than a let-down.
You: That's not a problem for me! I should tell you that I've dated quite a bit but my exes were quite shitty people, to be honest…So I apologize for being a bit overexcited to get to know you. It's just that you're super nice, intelligent and polite, I can't help but feel enthusiasm at the thought of hanging out with you! 🤍
Choso 📖: You speak too kindly of me. But I am also quite thrilled about spending time with you, so there is no need to apologize. Have a nice day at work, hope no one and nothing stresses you out. See you later today!
You: That's great to hear! You too have a productive but peaceful day at work. Super excited for tonight! 💜
Choso: 💜
Your day at work passes by in a flash and just like that it's time to see Choso again. You don't have time to change your work outfit but you made sure it's nice enough for date night. You freshen up in the bathroom before leaving the building and animatedly rush outside, a few minutes before 5:30.
To your awe, Choso is already there. When he offered to pick you up, you assumed he had a car. But instead, he is standing with a motorcycle, wearing a black leather jacket and dark skinny jeans. Wow, he looks hot as fuck. Yesterday when you first met him, he was rocking a cozy brown sweater and beige pants. He looked really cute and huggable. But today…your weak heart will collapse. Despite the fact that his current outfit kinda resembles your long line of exes, this is still the most respectful guy you've ever spoken to.
"Holy smokes, you look amazing," you greet him, giving him a quick hug. "Sorry, is this okay?"
"It's more than okay, you don't have to ask," Choso laughs wholeheartedly. "You're absolutely breathtaking. And we're matching!" he adds, pointing at your black leather bag.
"Ooh, yeah, well-spotted," you grin and explain the location of the cocktail place.
Choso nods, listening intently as he memorizes the route.
"Alright, I've got it," he assures you, handing you a helmet. "Safety first."
"Yes, sir," you salute playfully, putting it on and climbing behind him.
"Hold on tight," Choso suggests, pulling your arms so that they are wrapped around his waist. Ugh, you're seriously going to die a happy woman.
"At least you didn't say 'spidermonkey'," you joke.
"Is that some kind of a reference?" he questions innocently.
"Oh my God," you laugh. "I'll show you that movie later."
"For our third date?" Choso smiles fondly.
"Third?"
"If we count yesterday as our first…"
"Yes, let's do that," you agree rightaway. "Yesterday was perfect."
"The bar is high, but we'll have to top it tonight."
Your mind is in the gutter because these words in the same sentence are making you think of everything but an innocent second date.
As Choso starts the engine of his motorcycle and hits the road, you find yourself clutching onto him with all your strength. The first couple of moments are a bit terrifying but then you remind yourself that for some reason you trust him with your life, even though you just met yesterday. So you manage to relax and enjoy the scenery of the city lights, as he drives you to the cocktail place.
"Enjoy the ride?" he asks politely, offering you his hand to help you hop off the vehicle.
You really should stop reading into every little word.
"You're a good driver," you point out.
Once seated at the bar, you realize how ridiculous you might look to strangers. Reading a book over cocktails. But who cares? You've spent far too long catering to other people's opinions. It's high time you started living for yourself.
As you read the rest of the text to Choso and yourself, you realize how similar this story is to your own life. After finally ending things with the asshole George, Sylvie gradually starts becoming friends with her neighbour Adrian. The more time she spends around Adrian, the more she begins respecting herself and taking charge of her own destiny. At the end of the story Sylvie and Adrian fall in love and live in a small cottage, dedicating their free time to planting flowers and doing art.
"It's a good thing this place works all night," you point out, as you close the book after the last page. "Or else we wouldn't have been able to finish it."
"We could have gone to mine," Choso shrugs, as if it's the most obvious solution.
"Right," you giggle. "Or my place."
"Sure. I just didn't want to assume."
"Hm?"
"It's only our second date. I wouldn't want to impose on your privacy so soon."
Fucking hell. Why is he so cute and considerate?
"You wouldn't. I literally asked you up yesterday."
"I know but…that was then and this is now. Just because you wanted me to come up yesterday doesn't automatically mean you'd want me today or any other time."
"I suppose that is reasonable. I'm just so used to guys showing up uninvited for sex and drinks that I didn't deem it…kinda wrong."
"Very wrong," Choso clarifies. "If anyone ever acts like you owe them anything you didn't explicitly offer, you should just kick them out. If they continue to insist and make you feel uncomfortable, just call the police."
"The police haven't been very helpful in regards to women feeling safe. At least in my experience," you reply sadly, playing with your hands nervously.
"Call me, then," Choso offers valiantly.
"I don't think that'll be necessary. I don't plan on ever seeing shitheads like that again. And…I am thinking of annoying you for as long as you'll have me."
"You could never annoy me," he soothes you, placing his large palm on top of yours, running circles with his thumb. You want him to kiss you so bad. But you don't think he'll make the first move, considering he hasn't had a girlfriend before. Which is, again, crazy to think about. Because he's literally the most perfect man you've ever encountered. He checks all the boxes. Kind, smart, handsome, tall, respectful, patient, thoughtful, genuine. You could keep going till tomorrow. There has to be something wrong…
"Want to go back to my place?" you suggest impulsively.
"Not tonight, sweetheart," Choso rejects you with a sigh, taking his hand off yours. Ouch.
"Why not?" you inquire. "Sorry, I don't mean to pry. It's just that…by this time my exes would have already pushed me on my knees if you catch my drift."
Choso shakes his head slightly, looking somewhat perturbed by this information.
"I told you already, I haven't really dated before. I don't want to rush into it, if that's okay with you."
"Oh, alright," you blush, feeling terrible for coming off so strong. "We can take our time, I don't mind."
Truthfully, you are incredibly attracted to Choso. You've never felt so aroused for any of your dickhead exes. But if he wants to take it slow, then slow it is. You would hate to pressure him into anything he's not ready for. Like your first boyfriend did...
"Just…let me know if you grow tired of me, though. I don't want to hold you back from anything you need," Choso asks carefully.
"Tired?" you are quick to dissuade his worries. "Fuck, no! I am genuinely so into you it hurts, but I'm willing to wait for as long as you want. Get to know each other first, go on all the dates. I just…I've never had this before, you know. A relationship that doesn't revolve around being used for sex. So, this is new to me, too. Actually talking to each other. And being listened to. That's definitely a first."
Choso nods in understanding.
"That's okay. I've done plenty of listening to my little brother's antics."
You chuckle in amusement.
"See, I didn't know you have a little brother. We're already great at the getting to know each other part. I'm an only child."
"I know."
"How? Did I tell you already?"
"Nah, it's just…kinda obvious."
"In what way?" you try not to get offended, but are curious to find out if there is anything in your behaviour that gives it away.
"You're like…extremely honest about your past considering we haven't known each other for long. And you look comfortable during stretches of silence. It's difficult to explain."
"No, I think that's quite accurate, yeah," you smile. "So tell me more about yourself and your brother."
As Choso excitedly starts sharing random facts about his interests and his little brother's funny school stories, you find yourself completely immersed in the conversation. Just like yesterday when you got so lost in the captivating book, listening to Choso's lovely voice helps you forget about all the work troubles and simply exist in this cozy bubble of talking and listening to each other with no hidden motives. Four cocktails, three bowls of peanuts, two people and one finished book later, you realize it's getting late. And unfortunately, you have to wake up early tomorrow for another day of slaving under capitalism.
"Can I walk you home again?" Choso asks. "I drank, so unfortunately we can't take the motorcycle, but I think your place was nearby."
"Yep, it is," you confirm. "That's exactly why I picked it. Sorry, is it too far from yours?"
"It's fine," he shakes his head.
As the two of you walk peacefully, you sneakily slide your hand into his. He smiles quietly but doesn't address it verbally, opting for squeezing yours in support every now and then. Gosh, you will combust.
"So, movie date next time?" Choso inquires in front of the door to your apartment building.
"You remembered!" you squeal enthusiastically. "But seriously, we don't have to. We can do something you're into."
"That's okay. I'm into movies. And you."
Oh, shit. That was smooth.
"I'm into you, as well," you can't help but confess.
"I meant that you are also into movies, but…same."
You hide your face behind your hands, feeling a bit tipsy and embarrassed.
"I'm being so silly," you chuckle. "I need to drink some water. And take a cold shower."
"That's a good idea," Choso responds. "Sleep well."
"Good night, Choso," you sigh, as you take the keys out of your bag to unlock the door.
"Can I kiss you? Just on the cheek," he asks spontaneously.
You are going to die. Why is he so sweet? No one has ever asked you if they can kiss you on the mouth, let alone the cheek! They just took and took and took.
"I'd love that," you shyly give him the green light and he leans down carefully, his lips caressing your skin. You are already slightly red from the alcohol but you feel yourself blushing even more over this small action. You want to kiss him, too. But only on the cheek, because you promised him you'd take it slow. "Can I kiss your cheek, as well?"
You decide to ask for his consent, because guys deserve respect, too. And Choso is different from any guy you've ever met. He deserves more than that.
"Sure, go ahead," he agrees and you have to stand on your tippy toes to even reach his chin. Seeing as how awkward the height difference is for a cheek kiss, Choso takes up the manner legs position so that you can give him a kiss. You excitedly press your lips against him and release a sigh of relief when you finally achieve to do so.
"Whoo, that was a success," you give him a dorky high five.
"Good night, Y/N," Choso shakes his head in amusement.
"Text me when you get home!" you make him promise. "You have my number now!"
"I do. And I will."
And this time, he does.
For your third date, Choso finally agrees to come to your place so you can watch Twilight on your laptop. And you genuinely have the time of your life, explaining all the lore and funny jokes to him. After the end of the movie, the two of you are laughing so hard at the memes you've accumulated on your phone throughout the years. You find it fascinating how with each encounter you keep discovering new reasons to fall for him even deeper. For example, the way his long hair looks so delicious when it's down. Or how intently he stares into your eyes when you're explaining something. The way he squints like a mom would when you're showing him stuff on your phone. Or how he sometimes takes things you say literally and it takes him a while to spot sarcasm. You honestly find it endearing, because you yourself often struggle with social cues. Or so you've been told.
For your fourth date, you go to a board game café. You show him all your favourites from your childhood and he shows you his. Though for some reason his preferences are a bit old-fashioned. But you don't mind. Spending time with him in any context is a blessing. Learning his little quirks and cute habits is one of your favourite activities lately. Watching him roll the dice or move his pawn onto the board is almost as exciting as staring at his ridiculously handsome face.
For your fifth date, Choso wants to make a pizza together. This time you go to his apartment and you are deeply honoured that he trusts you in the privacy of his home. You spend hours deciding on the perfect toppings, making sure the dough is in the ideal shape and that the oven temperature is right. Once your masterpiece is finished you are a bit underwhelmed that it doesn't taste as good as the ones in pizza restaurants. But Choso reassures you that it's good enough considering both of you are doing it for the first time. You eat it up nonetheless, basking in each other's company and watching stupid reality shows on his TV.
For your sixth date, you go to a mall arcade. Dancing till your feet hurt and shooting at different ranges is far more exciting to do together than if you go alone. You even manage to win a black kitty from the claw machine. You would keep it but your room is already overflowing with plushies. So, you give it to Choso, assigning him with the task of looking after the toy so that it'll be in safe hands until you come over again to check on it.
For your seventh date, Choso suggests trying a painting class. Inspired by Sylvie and Adrian's artistic endeavours, he insists that it'd be fun. Sadly, you can't paint for shit, but you decide to give it a try. In the end you have such a great time you want to go again sometime in the future. Looking into each other's eyes while trying to paint one another is easily among your new favourite activities. Besdies, any excuse for reaching closer to him (e.g. to steal a brush) - you'd take it.
For your eight date, you have a nice picnic in the park. You bring the sweet stuff - strawberries, chocolate, croissants and French macarons, while Choso has the savoury snacks covered - sushi, chips, cheese and mini sandwiches. You have the best time ever, enjoying the delicious food. But what you enjoy the most is when you've finished eating and are lying down on the mat, holding hands, staring up at the vibrant blue sky. You can't resist stealing a glimpse at him like every two seconds. You still can't believe how lucky you are. He's just so kind and pretty it makes you want to cry.
For your ninth date, Choso wants to go on a bookstore scavenger hunt. He prepares a list of fun topics about the kinds of books you need to find. Books with flowers on their covers, books that you read more than once, books that made you cry, books with characters you first hated but then began to like and so on. You end up laughing a lot more than you anticipated, as the two of you run around the store, pointing at different books. At one point the booksellers look at you with judgement so you decide to put an end to your adventure, buy one book each out of guilt for creating unnecessary anxiety to the people working there and take your leave.
For your tenth date, you still haven't decided what exactly you're going to do. You just know you're going to be at your place. You make hot chocolate and bake cookies, excited to spend some more time with the best boyfriend you've ever had. You are wearing a strawberry dress and putting on some perfume, because why not? You don't want to rush him into anything, but it really makes you feel good about yourself when you make an effort before your dates. You are about to touch up your lipstick when the doorbell rings. Huh? Is he early? You excitedly rush towards the door but the smile on your face disappears when you realize who you've opened the door to. You are about to close it in your shitty ex's face when he aggressively walks inside your apartment.
"Heard you're living it up with some bum that has face tattoos?" he tsks in disapproval. "Posting shit with him on your socials? Stupid attention whore."
"What is it to you, Naoya?" you spit back.
"Fucking dumb bitch, thinking you can replace me so easily," Naoya hisses, invading your personal space.
"It's none of your business who I'm seeing. You literally cheated on me and we've been broken up for ages," you stand your ground, despite feeling intimidated as shit.
"Does he fuck you like I did?"
You blush without realizing. Even though you haven't yet been intimate with Choso, you are happier than you've ever been with Naoya.
"At least I don't have to fake it like I did with you," the words are out of your mouth before you can stop them.
Naoya slaps you across the face. Hard. You should really follow Choso's advice and call the police.
"I'm going to ask you to leave," you will your voice to not shake as you say that.
"Leave? Nah, I think I'll stick around, remind you of what you've been missing," Naoya presses his disgusting body against yours, pulling on your pretty dress, the one you put on just for Choso. You try not to cry but you are so scared and your phone is in the other room. You attempt to push him off you or at least kick him, as he violently pins you to the ground. You are fucking terrified of what is happening but you won't go down without a fight. You owe it to Choso and you owe it to yourself. As Naoya begins unbuttoning his jeans, you summon all your strength and hit him in the nuts with your knee.
"Ow, fucking bitch!" he screams. "Stop fighting, I know you want it."
"No, I don't, you freak!" you yell back, trying to break free from his grasp.
Just as you say that, the front door opens wide and thank the stars, Choso walks in, completely shocked by what he's witnessing.
Luckily, the terror evident in your eyes makes him spring into action fast enough.
"Get off her, you piece of shit," Choso warns darkly, trying to grab Naoya's arm and pull him off your body.
Unfortunately, Naoya recovers quickly from the surprise and lashes out sideways, hitting Choso in the face.
You are full-on bawling your eyes out as you watch the fight unfold. Naoya continues punching your boyfriend and you are too frozen by fear to react. For a few terrifying seconds, Choso is entirely overwhelmed under the assault. While he takes it without much resistance and preserves his energy for later, Naoya's movements start to slow down and weaken.
"Do you get it now? This is checkmate."
That brief moment of distraction is enough for Choso to plant his legs, bridge his hips up violently and throw his entire weight to the left, throwing Naoya off balance. As Naoya lunges forward, Choso slips his arm around Naoya's neck, gripping him into a tight headlock and rolling them over. Now on top, Choso doesn't waste any energy in throwing wild punches, instead he uses his strong build to keep Naoya underneath him as his fingers tighten around Naoya's neck, restricting his airflow. Naoya thrashes, kicking against the floorboard and trying to gouge Choso's powerful arms, but Choso holds the position with immovable resolve until Naoya's frantic struggles turn into weak tugs and finally, he lets out a gasp of surrender.
"You're wrong. This is checkmate," Choso responds calmly.
Choso doesn't let go until Naoya goes completely still, panting heavily as he eventually pushes himself off, his face bruised but standing firm between you and your evil ex.
"I'm quite certain the lady asked you to leave," Choso reminds Naoya as the defeated joke of a man weakly walks out of the door.
You are still kneeling on the ground in shock, dress fairly disheveled and make-up thoroughly ruined from your tears.
"Do you want me to call the police, sweetheart?" Choso rushes to your side, not daring to touch you.
You shake your head vehemently, too shaken up to speak yet. Still, you gently reach out to caress his bloodied lips.
"I'm sorry he did this to you," you utter brokenly.
"What he did to me? What about you? He almost…If I hadn't showed up on time…Fuck, I can't even say it."
"Don't say it. I think I have a first-aid kit in my bathroom, let me just-"
Choso stops you with a tired sigh.
"It's fine, I've got this."
Before you can realize what he's doing and how he's doing it, the blood from his lips and the bruises on his face slowly vanish in front of your unbelieving eyes.
"What? How?" you gasp in shock.
"I feel like that's enough excitement for one day," Choso tries to change the subject.
"Nuh-uh, tell me everything."
He explains to the best of his abilities. You learn so many new terms about curses, hybrids, reverse cursed techniques and blood manipulation. You listen to him intently and you are still not sure you completely understand it all. Maybe he is right. That was plenty of excitement for one day. You used to think your boyfriend was too perfect to be human. And now it made sense. It's because he is only half-human.
"I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. I didn't want anything to change between us."
"Nothing will change," you insist. "I still think the world of you, Cho."
He smiles sadly.
"Can you hold me? I really don't want to be alone right now."
Choso nods rightaway, enveloping you in a warm hug. You wrap your arms around his back, still sitting on the ground in the living room.
"This is nice," you exhale exhaustedly.
"Let me tuck you into bed. I can't stand being in the same room as…"
"I understand," you quickly stop him from finishing that sentence. You get up, knees wobbly at first, but stronger with each step you take.
Once you are safely under your cozy blanket and Choso is sitting on the corner of your bed, stroking your hair, you realize that you're going to need more than a hug to forget.
"Kiss it better? Please?" you beg pitifully.
"Y/N…" Choso is about to reject you again, you can hear it in his tone.
"I'm sorry," you apologize rightaway. "No pressure if you're not ready. I just thought…"
"It's not that. I am ready," Choso insists. "But I don't want to do this if it's for the wrong reasons."
You shake our head.
"It's not. Even if this…hadn't happened, I still would have wanted you to kiss me," you reply. "Too bad you didn't see how nice the dress looked on me before," you tug at it self-consciously.
"It still looks really nice. You look nice. I mean…you always do."
"Cho…" you practically whine for him to kiss you, touch you, anything.
And he finally caves, crashing his lips against yours softly. Fuck. You close your eyes, as he gently kisses you. He's not even using his tongue and you are already on the verge of collapsing. It feels so good. He feels so good. You can't imagine ever settling for less.
"This okay?" he breaks the tender kiss to make sure.
"More than okay," you reassure him enthusiastically. "You can kiss me with your tongue, as well. If you want, of course."
"I want," Choso responds. "Just not sure how exactly."
"Can I show you?"
He nods eagerly, as you go in for a second kiss. Exploring each other's mouths with your tongues, you wrap your hands around the back of his neck. Choso caresses your cheeks with his large hands, while you try to show him everything you know about your idea of a perfect kiss. A kiss no ex has ever granted you with, by the way. Only him. Only Choso. A couple of gentle touches and hesistant whispers later, you realize that nothing will ever compare to this. You break the kiss when he accidentally bites on your lips.
"See, this is why I didn't want to do this," he winces at his own clumsiness. "I'm completely out of my depth here."
"That's alright," you keep holding onto him. "So am I."
Choso gives you a sceptical look.
"Okay, fine, I may have experience but…like I've told you before, this is the first time I…the first time I'm in-"
"In a healthy relationship?" Choso suggests playfully.
"I was going to say in love, but…that, too."
"You're in love with me?" he teases you, playing with your hands.
"Can I make it more obvious?" you laugh shyly.
"No. But I can," Choso promises and continues kissing you passionately.
Once he's done enjoying your mouth, he asks for something unexpected.
"Can I kiss you…between your legs? And maybe try something?"
He wants to what? What happened to not being ready?
You agree, a little too enthusiastically but who cares? You are finally being intimate. And you didn't have to beg (too much).
"Let me know what I'm doing wrong or right," Choso begs. "And like…stop me if you feel the slightest discomfort."
"Okay, okay, I trust you," you blurt out impatiently.
Choso looks terrified of messing it all up but he tries to swallow his anxiety and buries his head between your thighs, hiking up your strawberry dress and pulling your matching panties down your legs. Fuck, he's killing you already. He starts with slow kisses, drawing tentative circles with his tongue. Then, he begins licking long and thorough stripes up and down your pussy. It is too much and it hasn't even been two minutes. Eventually, he decides to experimentally use his fingers to probe into you, making more circles. Shit, he's unbelievably good at this for a rookie. Finally, he combines both his tongue and his fingers to stimulate you. You gasp and moan his name wantonly, as he brings you to the most intense orgasm you've had in your life. This is crazy. It feels like you've been waiting on that sunshine to light up your previously bleak existence.
"Where'd you learn all these magic tricks?" you ask him, playfully tugging on his arm.
"Unsupervised Internet access," Choso shrugs with a bashful smirk.
"Smartass," you chuckle sweetly.
"I should probably go. Let you get some sleep," he suddenly interrupts the magical atmosphere in the room.
"What? No, don't go anywhere," you hug him desperately. Fuck. You're going to have to beg, after all. "Are you not…ready for sex?"
"I'm ready," Choso admits. "But you're not."
"Huh? I'm ready, I promise!" you blink at him, trying to convince him of how ready you feel.
"I don't mean emotionally," Choso clarifies. "I know we've been getting to know each other slowly. And I appreciate you for being so patient with me. It's just that…I haven't told you everything about me."
"There's more cursed energy stuff?"
"Not exactly," he looks down at his lap with a morose expression. "Not to brag, but I'm kinda…big in that area. Like, maybe too endowed. In a way that grosses me out."
"Oh…" you did not expect that. "That's okay. Everyone has their insecurities and stuff. But I can assure you, there's nothing to worry about. I'm sure that…I'll love your cock as much as I love you."
"You love me?" Choso teases you once again.
"I thought we covered that already," you whine, hiding your face behind your hands.
"I love you, too. For the record," he reaffirms his feelings, putting you out of your misery.
"You have no idea how happy that makes me," you grin.
"I think I have an idea. I can literally hear your heart beating, as all the blood rushes into your face."
"Wow," you marvel at the intensity of his words and the strength of his powers.
"Sorry, I really need to work on that. Too much?"
"Just the right amount," you boop his nose affectionately. "So, about your little problem…"
"It's not little, I assure you," Choso replies with a loud groan.
"Show me. I don't spook easily, I promise!" you vow dramatically.
"Fuck it," he grunts and starts unzipping his jeans. Only the outline of his manhood hidden in his boxers is enough to give you a whiplash. When he finally takes it out, you understand why he was so concerned about being intimate. He's absolutey ginormous. Totally massive. Utterly colossal. You may not have enough words in your vocabulary to describe him. But also…he's still beautiful. Majestic. Stunning. You are in no way grossed out by his cock. He's your Choso. And you would be damned if you didn't make room for him.
"I know I promised I wouldn't pressure you into anything but…if you don't fuck me right this instant, I will probably cry a little."
Choso laughs unabashedly.
"Are you sure?" he wants to know.
"Never been more sure of anything in my life," you grip his wrist desperately.
"Alright, alright," Choso finds your enthusiasm endearing. "But can you be on top at first? See how much of it can fit inside…do it at your pace?"
You nod, smiling at the suggestion.
"Okay, I'll try that," you comfort him and spread your legs, climbing into his lap. "You ready?"
"Are you?"
Instead of responding verbally, you arrogantly sink down onto the tip of his cock and oh, fuck, he is stretching you out deliciously. He hasn't even entered you fully yet and you are already losing your mind. As you try your best to adjust more of his length into your tight pussy, you notice your sweet boyfriend struggling to breathe and remain composed.
"Okay?" you check up on him.
"Is it fully in yet?"
"Not even close," you attempt to ease into it, but there's just so much…cock and not enough pussy room. Or at least, that's how it seems at first.
"How about now?" Choso asks a couple of moments later.
"Only like a third of it," you explain impatiently and move off him to talk strategy. "This isn't going to work. We need to switch positions."
"If we must," he replies with a reluctant sigh.
"Have you heard of the mating press position?"
Choso nods with a focused expression.
"You really wanna try that?"
"I do, I want you so bad."
"Fine," he flips you around so that you are lying on your back. Then, he pushes your legs up so that they are closer to your head and he holds them gently, as he slides back into you from above.
This time, Choso manages to insert more of his impressive length inside of your tiny pussy. You moan for him helplessly, as you savour the feeling of his cock splitting you in half.
"You're so fucking small," he grunts, while fucking you at a slow, but steady speed.
"Am not!" you argue childishly. "I'm taller than all of my girl friends."
"I was talking about your pussy, but okay," he rolls his eyes teasingly.
"It's not my fault you're hiding a fucking giant between your legs," you retort.
Choso pales at the words, obviously still feeling insecure about it, pausing his movements for a moment.
"Hey," you touch his cheek gently. "I meant it as a compliment. I love it, I swear."
"You do?" he needs to make sure.
"So much. Please go back to fucking me? I can take it, I'm so wet for you right now."
"You are?" he repeats.
"Can't you feel it?" you pout, taking his hand and guiding it between your legs.
"I can, but it's good to hear you say it," Choso explains with a tiny laugh and continues sliding in an out of you.
"Faster, please?" you beg once again.
"It doesn't hurt?"
"Not really, don't worry."
Choso does as you ask without arguing and increases his pace, fully entering you and hitting your cervix.
"You're so big, just right for me," you cry out without thinking. "All mine."
"All yours, angel, I've got you," he reassures you as you reach your high, squeezing tightly around his cock.
Soon enough, he follows, cumming inside of your still overwhelmed pussy. There is so much of it you feel like your room is in danger of being flooded. You encourage him with sweet words, kissing him every now and then and brushing his long hair away from his eyes.
When he's done releasing his fluids, Choso slides out of you, observing the consequences.
"Fuck, I made a huge mess," he scoops up some of it on his finger and stuffs it back inside of you, making you giggle.
"It's fine, I wanted you to," you grin mischievously as you lick the remaining cum off his cock. "Wanna shower together?"
"Sure, we should probably clean up," Choso chuckles happily.
Once you are both standing under the shower, a wicked idea pops up into your head.
You boldly slide onto the wet bathroom tiles, wrapping your lips around the tip of his massive length. Looking up with moist eyes, you wait for his reaction.
"You're so small, think you can handle this?" he teases you relentlessly.
You nod confidently, taking as much cock as you can into your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. You moan against it, sending vibrations down his body.
"My sweet girl," Choso runs his fingers through your messy hair, encouraging you.
You keep pleasuring him to the best of your abilities, occasionally fondling his balls with your tiny hands and swallowing whatever cum he has left. A few moments later, he helps you up with his strong hands and wraps them around you.
"So much for cleaning up," he jokes.
"Mmm," you agree.
Choso scoops up some bodywash onto his large palms and squeezes your small boobs together, teasing your nipples.
"You're so fucking pretty," he muses out loud.
"No, you are," you argue.
"Turn around," he commands you easily and you obey without questioning his intentions.
Then, he does the sweetest thing a man has ever done for you. He shampoos your hair and begins massaging your scalp carefully.
You can't resist sobbing because of how good it feels.
"This okay?" Choso makes sure.
"You're spoiling me so much I'm never letting go of you."
"Good, I don't plan on going nowhere," he promises, kissing the back of your head.
The next morning, you wake up absolutely sore between your legs. But if Choso wanted to fuck you again today, you'd already be spreading your legs. You've never felt so treasured and loved in a relationship. And the wait for the mindblowing sex you had last night? Absolutely worth it. You are touching the bedsheets that smell like him but realize he is not next to you.
Quickly putting on a shirt and rushing into the other room, you are relieved he hasn't left. And instead, is just once again being the best boyfriend ever.
He is diligently making breakfast, the kitchen smells delicious and he is wearing nothing but his black pants. Yum, indeed.
"Good morning, love of my life," you greet him happily, hugging his waist.
"Morning, my beautiful princess," Choso responds, pressing a kiss against your forehead.
"Whatcha making?"
"Waffles with chocolate and strawberries. You didn't have much in the fridge, we should go grocery shopping later."
"I'd like that," you practically melt under his touch, still clinging onto him.
"Are you going to let me cook or should I get used to having you wrapped around me like a baby koala?" Choso playfully jokes.
"Nnghh," you whine sleepily, refusing to let go.
"Baby koala, it is," he shakes his head in amusement.
"I never got to thank you for yesterday, by the way."
"You don't have to thank me for sex, I mean, I know it was pretty great, but…" Choso replies in a very serious tone.
"No, I mean," you chuckle. "For saving my life. If you hadn't shown up on time…"
"Oh, right," Choso stares into space, completely frozen. "Any decent man would have done the same as me. Even if he wasn't your boyfriend."
"That's the thing, Cho. I haven't really met any decent men. Just you."
"I can see that now," he sighs quietly.
"What's wrong?" you ask. "You look really sad."
"Just promise me…you won't go back to him, okay? If your other exes are any similar, don't go back to them, either, yeah? You…deserve so much better."
"Cho, what are you talking about?" you panic, still clutching onto him for dear life.
"I just thought…now that we've done it, you probably won't waste your time on me. I'm not interesting anymore."
"Where is this coming from?" you almost yell. "I love you, baby, you are the most interesting, precious, kind-hearted and handsome man in the entire world. Scratch that, you are my entire world. I would never leave you and I can't…I can't bear the thought of losing you."
"Really?" Choso gasps in surprise. "I thought having sex meant things would be over between us."
"Was that why you didn't want to be intimate for so long?" you can't help but ask. "Who told you that?"
"Just some white-haired dude I know," Choso shrugs. "He said that the second we have sex, you'd leave me for someone more exciting."
"Well, whoever that dumbass is, he's wrong, okay? I'm not leaving ya."
"Yeah, I mean, he's single, so…what does Satoru know?" your boyfriend replies.
"If that's his idea of dating, then no wonder he's still single," you roll your eyes. "Now that we've talked about that, should we have breakfast?"
"You're damn right we should," Choso agrees, dipping a fresh strawberry into the melted chocolate and pressing it against your mouth. "Say aahh."
"Am I your baby koala or your baby bird?" you chuckle, as you chew on the delicious fruit.
"You're my baby everything," Choso promises.
"And you're mine," you smile softly, knowing you have the most wonderful boyfriend in the universe.
Bonus:
"Yah, who is this Satoru asshole who's been spreading lies that I'll leave my magical boyfie pookie Choso?" you ask Cho's little brother over brunch one Sunday afternoon.
"Girlie, you really don't wanna mess with him. He's like…the strongest in the jujutsu world."
"Well, he messed with my man first!" you are determined to give that white-haired dumbass a piece of your mind. "Jujutsu this, jujutsu that. Just tell me where I can find him or I'll kick your ass, too!"
"Hey, big sis, don't be so mean to your future brother-in-law," Yuji complains, while munching on his omelette.
"Yuuuji, you can take her easily," Choso teases.
"Ayy, whose side are you on?" you nudge your boyfriend in the side.
"My girlfriend, always," Choso acquisces.
"Correct answer," you smile proudly. "So, about that Satoru dickhead…"
"He's like my teacher," Yuji explains. "Though we don't study much in the traditional sense of the word..."
"Stop giving her info," Choso complains.
"You're just afraid he's gonna steal her from you!" Yuji jokes.
"As if! He's more similar to her shitty exes than you'd think."
"I'm never leaving your brother, Yuji. Not even for the strongest in the jiu-jitsu world."
"It's jujutsu!" Choso and Yuji correct you at the same time.
"Po-tay-to, po-tah-to," you vigorously dig into your avocado toast.
~Somewhere in Tokyo Jujutsu High~
"Why can't I stop sneezing today?" Satoru complains out loud.
"You've been drinking too much iced coke," Megumi answers rationally.
"Nah, I'm sure some pretty lady must be talking about how handsome and powerful I am."
"In your dreams," Megumi rolls his eyes.
"Oh, what a dream that would be…" Satoru sighs wistfully.
"Stop ditching them after you fuck them and maybe one will stick around so you won't have to count on your dreams to satisfy your hunger!"
"Language!" Satoru reprimands without any malice.
"You should learn a thing or two from Choso," Megumi suggests. "I heard his girlfriend is pretty cute."
"Is that so?" Satoru raises his eyebrows devilishly.
"Don't even think about it," Megumi warns. "Poor guy deserves to be happy after all that nonsense you told him."
"And what do you know about making a girl happy?"
"Not interested. I'm too busy looking after your favourite student."
"Yuta?"
"No, Yuji," Megumi frowns.
"Aww. Well, whatever floats your boat."
"More training, less talking," Megumi cries out in frustration, as he prepares to attack.
"Sure, sure. And for the record, you're my favourite student. Just don't tell the others."
"Right. As if I'll buy that," Megumi scoffs.
~Back at the brunch restaurant~
"Hey, what does it mean when your left ear rings?" Yuji asks.
"It means someone is gossiping about you," Choso jokes.
"No, it means a loved one is thinking about you," you argue.
"Aww, Megumi must be missing me."
"Or that you have tinnitus, you should get that checked out," Choso provides a more logical explanation.
"Nah, I'm good," Yuji chirps cheerfully, finishing his meal. "Big sis, do you wanna come with us to Tokyo Jujutsu High? I'll introduce you to that guy who said you'll leave my big bro once you do the dirty."
"Hm, that sounds fun. Cho, what do you think?"
"Leave me out of this mess," your boyfriend presses his palms against his forehead.
"No need to worry, babe," you kiss his cheek. "Nothing will tear us apart. Not even jiu-jitsu's strongest freak."
Choso and Yuji exchange a look but don't bother correcting you anymore.
"Wait till you see the guy," Choso complains loudly. "He's so tall and handsome as hell."
"I shouldn't have given you my Taylor CDs…" you shake your head in amusement. "But I'm sure I can resist his charms."
"Fine, let's go. But if he steals you away from me, it's all Yuji's fault," Choso scowls.
"Hey, I'm just your innocent little brother, how is it my fault?!" Yuji pouts cutely.
"Because you keep feeding her information!" Choso hisses.
~Somewhere in Tokyo Jujutsu High~
"Hi, everyone, um…this is my girlfriend Y/N. Please be nice to her, because she's only human," Choso introduces you to the others.
"I heard you've been talking shit about me leaving my sweet Cho," you directly confront Satoru without a hint of fear in your voice.
Then, the unthinkable happens. He lifts up his blindfold, staring at you with his dazzling blue eyes. Oh, fuck. Taylor (and Choso) did have a point.
"Hmm, you have some balls showing up here, little human."
"Maybe stop ditching everyone you have sex with and you'll grow some of your own," you spit back.
"Oohh," Yuji whistles in shock.
"Feisty, I like that."
"You wish," you hiss at him, holding onto your perfect boyfriend's arm. "Come on, Cho. Let's hang out with your other friends who aren't so full of themselves."
"Dang, she got you there," Megumi mumbled.
"I don't think she needs us to be nice to her, Choso," Satoru shouts after him. "She can kick my ass if she wants to."
"She does not," you respond with a grunt. "And she has a name. And why am I talking about myself in the third person?"
Yuji laughs sweetly, amused by the whole encounter.
"Here's where you're wrong, Satoru," Choso replies calmly. "She loves being treated nicely. But I'm the only one who gets to do so. And the only one whose ass she'll be kicking."
"Amongst other things," you whisper in your boyfriend's ear.
Because he may not be the tallest or strongest in the room and he may not match your previous type. But he's the one who always does it right, keeps you up all night and kisses it better until all the hurt inside disappears. He may not be the domineering, popular (and often shitty) guy you used to fall for. But he's your perfect guy, your baby, your Cho. And he always will be.
The End
