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You sat on the couch, feeling Yuji’s breathing fall even and hear a soft snore, verifying what you already knew. You gently lift your head to look at him. He’s slumped on your shoulder, mouth slightly open. You tug at your blanket, bringing it up under your chin. Returning your gaze to the movie that played at a low volume, you lay your head on Choso’s shoulder. You feel yourself start to relax and soon follow after Yuji, closing your eyes and drifting off to sleep.

You had grown up with Choso, Yuji, and their way older brother, Sukuna. Sukuna was kind of a piece of shit, so you tried to steer clear of him. On the other hand, Choso and Yuji were the best. Choso was your age, and your moms were good friends. Naturally, this meant that when you were leaving for college, both of your moms “stumbled across” the same two-bedroom apartment in a nice part of the town not too far from campus. It honestly wasn’t a bad idea; you were afraid of living alone anyway. However, you rarely caught a chance alone with him with Yuji there constantly. You never minded; it felt natural after all these years of just the three of you.

You’re jostled awake by someone lifting you off the couch. Your eyes slowly open and register Choso leaning over you, wrapping his arms around you. Your breath catches in your throat and you blink your sleepy eyes at him. He’s close. He hasn’t noticed that you’re awake yet, so you close your eyes. You let him lift you into his arms, holding you bridal style. You lay your head on his chest and listen to his heart beat.

This was secretly your favorite thing in the world. The first time he had done it, the two of you must have been around ten or eleven. He had done it every time you fell asleep on the couch since. Which was often, considering Friday night movies and pizza was a tradition. A few years ago, he started placing a soft kiss on your forehead when he did it. When you were around 15, you developed a crush on him, and as you grew together, it turned into something more passionate. Every night, you prayed that maybe he would place that soft kiss on your lips instead.

He walks you to your room and you feel him still before laying you on the bed. Before you realize, your eyes flutter open and land on his. His eyes widen as he realizes you’re awake. He blushes furiously, and you hear his heartbeat skip a beat and then pick up, pounding through his t-shirt. The two of you just stare at each other for a moment.

“Choso,” You whisper. He clears his throat.

“Yes?” His voice cracks slightly.

“I-” You cut yourself off before you say something you might regret. What if he doesn’t feel the same way about you? “Can you put me down?” He looks down like he’s realizing what he’s doing for the first time. The red on his cheeks deepens as he sets you down on the bed. He quickly turns to leave.

“Good night.” He says as he strides toward the door.

“Wait, Choso!” You exclaim after him. He stops dead and looks over his shoulder at you. You’re desperately searching for words, stuck trying to decide whether to risk everything or to just tell him to have a good night. Shoving it down again. What if you never get another chance?

“Please stay.” He turns his whole body towards you and smiles softly.

“Sure.” He says gently. You scoot over in the bed and pull the blankets back, motioning for him to get in. He slides in next to you, the bed dipping slightly under his weight. You sit up against the headboard, adjusting the blankets to cover both of you. Once he’s settled, he pulls his phone out of his pocket.

“Here,” He says, opening the camera. “For the Moms.” He says, chuckling. You move closer to him and put your face next to his, making a silly face for the picture. He followed you, making a face himself. This was a frequent occurrence: selfies sent to the group chat every time your mom was missing you. You gave a peace sign and smiled for a second picture. He did the same, snapping two more, and then closed his phone. Placing it facedown on the side table, he turns on the lamp and looks at you, sighing softly.

“What’s wrong?” You ask.

“Just tired.” He whispers in response, momentarily closing his eyes. Choso was always tired. He was always working, at school, or at the gym. Neither of your families came from much, so the two of you had to earn every scholarship and still work to have what you have. Choso had even spent a few Friday nights doing homework during the movie, but Yuji never failed to complain about the glowing screen during dark scenes.

You look into his eyes, pondering if now’s the time to pour out your soul.

“What’s wrong?” He asks you, cracking a smile, and you give one in return at the joke.

“Why do you always take so many pictures anyway?” You ask, trying to sneakily change the subject, “You’re filling your space up with duplicate pics, and it’s gonna make your phone slow.” You explain.

“I don’t care, honestly, I’ll never have too many pictures of my favorite girl.” He says. He seems like he didn’t realize he was going to say it because the bright smile that was just on his face is gone; in its place, a look full of embarrassment. He’s cheeks burned, and his mouth snapped shut. You smiled, finally ready to give it up. While you were still terrified, he was acting like you were the first girl he ever talked to, like he never had girlfriends before. They had all hated you, and you had hated all of them.

“Choso, I-” You swallowed before continuing.

“You what?” His blush now a distant memory, his skin now white as a sheet of paper.

“Choso, I think I’m in love with you.” You breathe. Your heart is racing, and you can barely catch your breath.

It’s almost like the world stops spinning. A moment of silence in the quiet room that felt like an eternity. Choso’s natural skin color returns, and a broad smile stretches across his face, making your chest fill with something you’d never felt before.

“I think I love you too.” He whispers. You blink, and his lips are pressed to yours. You close your eyes and grab his face with your hands, holding him close to you. His hands come around your body and gently caress your curves, mapping your body. His lips are soft, and he’s so graceful.

There are stars behind your eyes, pure euphoria from the moment coursing through your body. Hesitantly, you open your mouth. He opens his mouth and deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue between your teeth, almost asking for permission. When you don’t stop him, he tangles his tongue with yours.

You had never made out with someone before. You feel the nerves racking your body and the anxiety building of doing this wrong, and him being turned off by your innocence. Who goes to college a virgin? Secretly, you were saving yourself, hoping for this exact moment to come. He grips your hips and, without breaking the kiss, pulls you to the other side of him for better access to you.

With your legs over his lap, he cradles your face in one hand while his other arm is wrapped around you, supporting you. You lean into his embrace, gripping the front of his t-shirt. Feeling your knuckles brush over his muscular chest, a shiver goes down your spine at the thought of him naked. Of course, you had seen him shirtless. Around the house, after a shower, working outside, or just swimming. But this was so incredibly worlds away from those situations. Your heart felt like it was about to beat out of your chest before you pulled away.

“I’ve never done this before.” You confess, looking down at his shirt, ashamed. He lifts your face to look at him.

“We won’t go any farther than you want to. I’ll take care of my girl.” He whispers, and you look down, noticing he’s got his pinky finger raised. You smile at him and bring yours to his. Hooking it on his, you both bring your thumbs to your mouth and kiss them.

You get up and straddle him. You tug the hem of his shirt to signal you want it off of him. He smiles up at you and pulls it over his head before tossing it to the corner of the room. You bite your lip and tug on the waistband of his sweats, too. His smile darkens, and he sits up to take them off. You get off him, allowing him to take them off all the way.

His cock is bulging through his boxers, tugging at the confinement. You swallow nervously and he smiles at you.

“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to,” he says reassuringly. You smile hesitantly at him. “Want me to?” He asks. Nodding, you put your face in his shoulder, trying to hide your blush from the soft glow of the lamp. He picks you up off of him, and you lie down next to him, not sure what he wants you to do.

He crawls on top of you, caging you in with his size. You hadn't realized how much time Choso exactly spent in the gym until now. He was ripped, muscles rippling as he moved his head into the crook of your neck, placing a soft kiss there. He surprised you by taking the skin into his mouth and sucking on it momentarily before running his tongue over the sting, causing you to moan softly. He smiled into your neck cockily, but you felt the way his breathing had turned ragged and choppy.

He kisses down your body, making his way to your core. Once reaching your shorts, he pulled back the waistband and kissed you on one hip before giving your other hip the same soft, featherlight kiss. He pulled the shorts as well as your underwear down, and you slowly lifted your hips to let him. He discards your clothing over his shoulder and quickly turns his attention to your now bare pussy.

“You’re the most beautiful girl in the world,” He breathes as his eyes trace your body, seemingly trying to memorize it. His eyes finally settle between your legs. “This is the prettiest pussy I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, placing a kiss on your thigh, close to your center. It’s throbbing almost painfully at this point; you can feel your slick making your thighs wet. You try to rub them together to find some kind of relief from it. Choso lets out a quiet groan at the sight.

“Fuck me,” He groans. “That’s so hot.” He kisses your other thigh. He gently spreads your legs with his large hands on your thighs and brings them over his shoulders. He brings his mouth to your clit, not quite touching you, but close enough for you to feel his hot breath on you. Your breath catches in anticipation before he finally places his mouth over your clit and flicks his tongue over your sensitive nub.

You cry out at the sudden feeling, sitting almost straight up. He licks your entrance, and your hands fly to his hair, gripping tightly. You feel the vibrations of his laugh and moan loudly. He stops abruptly and looks up at you with a playful smile.

“Don’t wanna wake up Yuji now, do you?” He asks smugly. You fall back onto the bed and put your hand over your mouth. He resumes his task and starts eating you out again. Sucking your clit into his mouth and making you cry out his name.

He’s merciless as he abuses your clit before he slips his tongue into your pussy. You feel tension building and grab at his hair impossibly harder before it snaps, and you see white as you ride his face through your orgasm. You sit up on your elbows and look at him. His lips are still on your skin as he looks up at you through his lashes. He lifts his head to reveal his soaked, handsome face. He grins at you before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“You taste so fucking good.” He says as he gets up and comes back on top of you, crashing his lips with yours. His hands continue to roam your body, pulling you to sit up, pressing his body to yours. Soon, he’s pulling your tank top off you. Reaching his strong arms behind you, he kisses you and unclips your bra at the same time. Pulling it off of you hastily, he then grabs a breast in each hand. He massages them as he makes out with you. He pulls away and grabs your face. For a moment, he just stares at you.

“I used to pray for this.” He says stoically. He studies your face, taking you in. You do the same, staring into the face you’ve loved since you were 15, just a grown man now. A very handsome grown man. No more baby face, no more braces.

“Me too.” You utter quietly. He brings his hand to your pussy and rubs your clit with his thumb. He stops and drips his finger into you. He groans and palms his dick. You reach out and trace the outline with the back of your finger. He’s stopped all movement and is staring at your hand.

“T-take them off.” You stutter, tripping over the word. He doesn’t even acknowledge your mistake before he kisses your lips gently.

“Anything for you, princess.” He sounds almost intoxicated as he removes his underwear, leaving both of you naked. You sit back on your heels and just take in his body. He stands at the side of the bed, staring you down. You look up at him nervously. His cock is huge. You’d seen porn, and you’d accidentally caught Sukuna and his girlfriend once, so it wasn’t like this was the first you’d seen. However, he was bigger than Sukuna in length and girth. Your heart started beating quickly again as you considered that it’s supposed to go inside you.

He looked down at you, his hair framing his face. You realized that you had pulled his ponytails out. You loved it when he had his hair down; he looked so sexy. He crawled back onto the bed towards you seductively. You got off your heels and lay back as he came on top of you.

Your heart was pounding. It felt like being excited to get a new piercing, and then the fear and anxiety running through you when the piercer brings out the needle.

“Tell me if I need to stop.” He searches your eyes for any kind of objection. Finding none, he lines himself up with your entrance and starts pushing slowly. It burns as he stretches you, you cry out his name, and he stops moving. “What’s wrong?” He asks, looking worried. The sting subsided, and the feeling of him filling you was so pleasurable.

“Put it all the way in.” You breathe, closing your eyes and tilting your head back. He starts moving again, and this time, slides all the way into you. The sting is so worth the pleasure of being this full of Choso. You mewl loudly and slap your hand over your mouth.

“Here, I’ll fix that problem.” Choso chuckles before bringing his face to yours, kissing you as he slides in and out of you, finding a comfortable rhythm for both of you. You moan into his mouth, and he starts going harder. He pulls away and covers your mouth with his hand, covering more than half your face.

He’s pounding into you, and you’re trying your best to be as quiet as possible. The only sounds in the room are his heavy breathing, your bodies slapping together, and you mewling into his hand quietly. He releases you and sits up. He rubs his thumb over your clit as he continues fucking you at a steady pace. Your walls tighten around him as you feel another orgasm building low in your core. He grabs one leg and brings it to his lips, kissing your calf and ankle. He groans as you come apart on his, his continues to rub your clit until you’re swatting his hand away from the overstimulation.

He lies back on top of you, now lifting you to wrap his arms around you. He holds your body tightly to his, like you’ll disappear if he lets go. He slides in and out of you slowly.

“Fuck I don’t think I’m gonna last much longer,” He says hurriedly. “Where do you want me to...?” He asks. You wrap your legs around his hips in response, trapping him inside you. “You sure?” He asks, searching your face. You nod, placing your hands on his cheeks, bringing his mouth to yours. You kiss him as he continues to fuck you. After a few strokes, his hips are stuttering, and he jerks his hips into you once more before thick ropes of cum paint your inner walls. He doesn’t pull out; instead, he rests his head on your chest, between your boobs, taking a deep breath. He places a kiss there and sits up to pull out.

Standing, he walks to your bathroom and retrieves a small towel. You’re still lying in the bed, with your legs closed. He spreads your knees with one swift motion and cleans you up. Ashamed, you snap them closed once he’s done.

“I just ate you out?” He says, confused and laughing. You blush.

“I know that. But still.” You whisper.

“You don't have to hide from me.” He says, spreading your legs once again. This time, he comes to lie between them, with his head on your stomach. He turns his head to the side, placing his cheek on your stomach and wrapping his arms around your hips. “I’ve always loved you.” He whispers. "It's always been you."

“Me too.” You murmur. You lie back and run your fingers through his hair softly. Soon, you’re both asleep.

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You blink your sleepy eyes to see Choso still lying on your stomach, dead asleep. His mouth is open, and he’s snoring. You look around the room, and it’s like everything is brighter. You try to remember if you have somewhere to be today. It’s Saturday. You smell something burning and assume Yuji is up already. Your room and Choso’s were next to each other, so as long as his door was closed, the two of you could probably play it off.

You’re brainstorming on how to sneak out of this situation when you feel Choso’s head raise off you. You sit up at look at him. He’s blinking away sleep as his eyes meet yours. He smiles broadly at you.

“Well, good morning.” He says groggily. His morning voice is so sexy. He kissed your stomach before getting up. “Mmm, we should probably go be responsible and save the kitchen from whatever the hell Yuji is doing.” He picks his sweats off the floor and steps into them. He throws your tank top and shorts onto the bed. You slip into them.

“Should we, um, go out at different times?” You ask him. He looked at you like you were out of your mind.

“Why? I don’t care. You’re mine now, I’d be stupid.” He walks to you, and as you pull your tank top on, he plants a fat, wet kiss on your forehead. You look up at him and smile. You stand off the bed and pull your shorts on. He comes to you and wraps his arms around your waist, and looks down at you. He softly kisses his lips to yours.

The two of you walk to the kitchen to rescue whatever kind of breakfast Yuji was cooking.