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kissingchoso · 5 months

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Choso is obsessed with kissing you.

Which is crazy considering less than two months ago, he hadn’t a single clue what a kiss even was. He remembers staring at you, face neutral but there was a slightly consider look in his eyes when you asked him if he’s had his first kiss. To which he told you in confidence that he never has and you took it upon yourself to let him know exactly what it entailed.

At the first few kisses were a little messy and uncoordinated but Choso is a very fast learner. For his first make out session, he had you panting, staring up at him with a surprised expression while he looked hungry to eat you up some more.

Choso never had felt this level of desire before. Before, this was a foreign concept to him, another thing to add on to the pile of what makes humans more complex and frustrating. But it wasn’t until you were placing your soft hands on his cheeks and pulling his lips against yours did he realize. He wants to do this often.

He doesn’t understand why there’s blood rushing down to his nether region. All to the point where his cock is bulging against his loose fitting pants. All he can remember is feeling assured when you looked at him from your seated position on his lap and whispering to him that it was normal.

It was human.

Since then, Choso ‘pops a boner’ (thank you Itadori), whenever you’re on his lap and dancing your pretty lips against his.

It’s to the point where Choso is craving it at odd hours of the day.

His first thought in the morning is how much he needs to have his lips and body pressed against yours. Throughout his slow afternoons, he seeks you with the intent of having you sinking in the sheets beneath him to make out. Even in the middle of the night when he knows your asleep but all he can think of is being near you because of your ability to scratch that itch he can’t figure out what it’s coming from.

It’s no different now.

Choso is returning from a mission, body filled with scratches and dried blood. He just barely l acknowledges his younger brother in passing before he goes to your room and knocks a couple of times.

You answer the door wearing your loungewear clothes. Somewhere behind you, your book lays forgotten on your bed with soft music playing from your computer. This is the first time he’s felt peace since this leaving earlier this morning.

You give him a soft grin at the sight of him standing and not looking like he’s putting in strenuous amount of effort in doing so. “How does the other guy look?” You teased some.

“Dead.” Is all Choso responds with. A very literal response but it draws a giggle out of you and Choso feels proud of it.

You drag him into your peaceful world so that you can help clean him up. He was leaning against your bathroom counter with his hands resting in the cool surface behind him. His hair was down from their pigtails and he swapped out his bloody attire for some random pieces of clothing he never knew you “borrowed” from him.

He was watching you pack up the first aid kit, tossing out the soiled gauze and failed to place bandages. Now your…. person of conflicting interest was all patched up and looking fresh.

He watches you with his normal expression put the items away before coming to stand before him. “How do you feel?” You ask, voice soft and patient.

Choso just looks down at the professional level job you did on him and he simply nods at you. “Better.”

You smile that normal gorgeous one and he grins at you, a sight that’s rare but you appreciate it every time your eyes are blessed with the sight. You breathe out his name, but Choso cuts you off by pushing himself up off the counter and standing tall in front of you.

“I really would like to kiss you right now. Is that okay?”

Oh you’re going to eat him up one day.

“Sure, hotshot. But let’s go to the bed first, yeah?”

Now it would be unfair if you let Choso hold himself up after such a crazy fight. That’s why you have to coax him to lay down in his back and shush him once you’re straddling his lap.

Any complaints died on his tongue and he took the time to remind himself of what your lips feel like. He grunted against your lips, placing his hand on your thigh.

There he goes again, growing hard underneath you with no regard of it. You let out a soft moan at the sensation of it, dragging your hips up and down slowly to rub his cock. Choso’s grip on you tightens. He even rocks his hips in time with your sensual grinding.

You pull away from his lips to look at him properly. “This okay?” You ask, breathlessly.

Choso looks up at you with a wild expression in his eyes. “We’ve never done this before…”

“I know, I know,” you pant against his lips. Your nose nudges against his and you stare up at him with a little smile. “Do you wish to stop? If it’s too much then I shall not force you.”

Choso immediately shakes his head no. Eyes widened with a new emotion swirling in them. Knowing it’s his first time and his body is probably in no shape to be doing anything too extravagant, you stick to simply moving your hips back and forth against his completely hardened boner.

Curiously, his hips thrust upwards to meet yours a couple of times and he realizes very quickly that this was a good call. You return your mouth onto his, moaning against his parted lips as you humped him like a little bunny.

There’s a wet patch forming on the front of his pants and Choso doesn’t have it in him to care about that right now. Or the tight coil in his stomach that feels that it’s going to break into two any second now. He’s solely memorizing the feel of your lips on his, his tongue roughly pushing against yours just to taste you.

He remembers chasing your lips when you tried to pull away from him. He only hummed at the soft chuckle that escaped your throat before you are placing a hand on his collarbone to gently hold him back.

“We should get naked. It’ll feel better then,” you simply suggest.

“Naked?” His eyes are furrowed.

He’s never seen another woman naked. He’d only recently gotten used to this form himself. But with the subtle fire going behind your eyes and the ache coming between his legs, maybe it’ll be best to trust you for the millionth time in his lifetime.

#i know choso can stop his own bleeding with his CT but i love patching up wounded characters stfu #choso — !!#this was in my drafts and i wanted her gone #we all know i love dry humping so boom #jjk x reader #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso <3 #choso smut

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glystenangel · 10 months

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+ MORE HockeyPlayer!Choso HCs🏒💖

x Fem!Reader

bc i was thinking about him hehe

tags/warning: kissing, petnames, pdaish, choso callin u baby, idk just cute fluffy domestic stuff!!!

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hockeyplayer!choso who got your lipstick stain painted onto his helmet for good luck

hockeyplayer!choso who absolutely dies inside whenever you steal his jerseys and wear them, holding you by the hips and smiling into your kisses

hockeyplayer!choso who sends you postgym pics every other day because he knows they drive you wild

hockeyplayer!choso who gets embarrassed when you buy any of his team’s merch but secretly loves seeing you incorporate them into your dailywear

hockeyplayer!choso who teaches you hockey lingo and laughs so hard that he doubles over to clutch his stomach whenever you slip it into conversations

hockeyplayer!choso who buys you thermals and knits whenever he comes across them because he doesn’t want you to get cold at games

hockeyplayer!choso who skates a heart shape around you whenever you two go ice skating together

hockeyplayer!choso who runs cold from being on the rink all the time, so he uses it as an excuse to stuff his cold hands underneath your shirt and cuddle with you

hockeyplayer!choso who’s hands are calloused and rough from holding hockey sticks, so he always melts whenever you trace your fingertips along his palm and marvel at his hard work

hockeyplayer!choso who would never admit it but eats it up whenever you’re on the phone with friends and family bragging about how well he’s playing.

hockeyplayer!choso who posts nothing except game announcements, his game highlights, sponsorships, and cute little compilations of you at his games on his official instagram while his private instagram has heartfelt anniversary posts, gym selfies, photo dumps of you/you and him, and family photos with his little brothers and mom. keeps your relationship private, but definitely not a secret!!

hockeyplayer!choso who kisses your forehead and whispers a “thank you baby, you always know what to say” whenever he loses a game and you comfort him because he is much too hard on himself for your liking

hockeyplayer!choso who is so so supportive of your own endeavors, so much so that he doesn’t like when you feel like his goals should come first just because he’s a professional athlete and more in the spotlight and feels absolutely gutted if he can’t make a special event with you due to scheduled matches

hockeyplayer!choso who spends his entire off season doing whatever you want to make up for lost time

hockeyplayer!choso who is constantly given a hard time about how in love with you he is from teammates, opponents, and the media but he’ll just grin with a shrug and say “that’s my baby” every time

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End Notes:

*screams* i. LOVE. HIMMMMM💞💞💞

#kamo choso #choso kamo #choso jjk #choso x reader #choso fluff #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x y/n #choso x you #choso my beloved #choso headcanons #choso imagine #choso <3 #myfics

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫 • 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐮

“You make me wanna come through, a quarter after two..just to put it down on you.”

synopsis: a racy photo, risky texts and some red wine lead to one hell of a night when (y/n) receives an unexpected visit from your favorite suitor and he’s ready to show you a good time.

content warning and themes: black !fem reader (plus size and thick descriptors), praise kink, both switch choso and reader (choso with more of a sub lean), spit play, hair pulling, alcohol use, nipple play, handjob, edging, choso’s moans are so pretty :(, reverse cowgirl, pet names (mommy’s used, sweetheart, angel, babyboy, sweet girl) body worship, dry humping

📝: I’ve been excited to start this one for a while because Choso is a character I’ve been wanting to explore more of. Thank you so much to @rav3nmuse for commissioning this piece and supporting me. I hope that you enjoy and that I did him justice!

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a serene and peaceful Saturday night was currently underway with no intention for it to remain so. The clock had just struck a little past midnight as the warm air and slightly cool winds whipped around outside of your cozy abode. A home you shared with no one other than the one feline companion that strutted around at its leisure; quiet and calm on most days but as you’d hope tonight, would be a lot more lively. (Y/N) (L/N), a beautiful and bodacious woman with a personality to match. One that attracted many pursuers in your life. Hence why you were currently stationed in front of a mirror in your bedroom, parading around proudly in a new ensemble that you had acquired during a much needed online shopping spree; spoiling yourself after a rather long week. Candy apple red lace wrapping around your delicate dark skin..cupping those big breasts and thick thighs, barely even covering the curvature of that plump ass. Which was all but fine to you, considering the entire goal was to entice and tempt one of your many options to come over and rip it off! Blonde finger waves residing atop your head and a freshly done set of acrylic nails lying across it as you’d glance back to the mirror and snap a couple shots. How could they possibly resist you looking damn near delectable? Hell, it was a crime that you weren't bent over in this glass and forced to look at yourself as one of them told you to take it..

the truth was, you were a rather promiscuous woman. Whereas most girls of your size and physique had been conditioned to be modest..bashful of your appearance, you embraced it proudly. Strutting about in pieces that showed off those curves and kept all eyes pointed in your direction. You were a firm believer in the fact that being humble got you nowhere..you were gorgeous and everyone was going to know it! Besides, not one roll, stretch mark or ounce of cellulite had ever stopped some of the sexiest men in this city from diving head first between your thighs; resting their foreheads on your pudgy tummy as they ate you out. They loved all of you and you loved all of them. At any time, they’d come running at your beck and call, and trust, you had a roster full! You were texting with a couple of them at that very moment, chuckling and laughing to yourself as you read their wild messages. Mainly in reaction to the photos and videos you were sending their way. Saying how sexy you looked and how desperately they craved to be burying their dicks inside of you..rather brash but exactly the energy you needed. A man that knew exactly what to do with it if you gave it to him. One of which was Satoru Gojo, a man as notorious for his good looks as for his impeccable pipe. He loved entertaining the ladies and was by far the biggest slut in your makeshift harem. A man with no morals and the one who’d be down to try anything. Unfortunately for you, he was out of town and too far away to come give you what you needed. On the contrary, there was his best friend, Suguru Geto..this one right here was a problem! He liked it rough and when he got ahold of it, you’d be stuck for days. Whether mentally or physically, because he’d have you walking with a limp. Choking you out until you tapped his arm and gasped for air..you could only handle him in small increments because you’d be ready to move him in!

then there was Kento Nanami. Far on the tamer side of things but still one hell of a lover! A man who would court you first, only to have you coming on his face shortly thereafter. He constantly made you feel like an absolute princess. Spoiling you with gifts, paying close attention to your needs and body. He was such a sweetheart but he also wasn’t the type to hook up at will. It was something he needed to be in the mood for and tonight, he expressed that he was far too tired to come out and see you but that he thought that you looked absolutely stunning. Which was of little consolation to your feelings of arousal at the moment. However, there was one who had eluded your mind and you couldn’t help but to kick yourself for doing so. The alternate option that you kept on tuck just for nights like this. It wasn’t for a lack of skill or the fact that he was unattractive, but he came into your life only a few months ago but boy, had he worked his way high up on your roster. Especially as of late with all of his sweet gestures and offerings that he’d often leave at your workplace or waiting on your doorstep when you came home. Tonight was no exception as before you could even hit his line to see if you could bait him over, Choso was already en route and bearing a bottle of wine; Pinot Noir to be exact, which was your favorite. One salacious snapshot was all it took to sell it and he was on his way. “Give me ten and have that on when I get there. I need to see that in person..” It was then that you began to grow far more excited for what was in store. It was whilst he was at the convenience store just down the road from your block, did he shoot you a quick facetime call and you received quite the pleasant preview of what you could expect. His short black shag styled into his normal two pigtails; stray pieces forming a bit of a bang on his forehead, a thin silver necklace with kanji lettering of his name, diamond studs in his ears and rings on his pinky and middle fingers. As well as a silver wristwatch. For his attire? A black t-shirt and Adidas sweats, with matching slides on his feet. His very recognizable birthmark forming a single line across his nose and that adorable pout that always melted you in so many ways. “Hey gorgeous..I’m on the way.” that drowsy, deep tone of his sendings pangs of warmth throughout your stomach and lower regions as well. “I can’t wait to see you..just come right in. The door’s unlocked. You know where to find me.” Signaling that you’d be awaiting his arrival exactly as he liked it; sprawled across the mattress, posing all sexy and ready for him to pounce. That was enough for him to end the call and continue his short commute. Not even a full ten minutes went by before you could hear the roar of his car engine outside of your bedroom window as the soft hum of sensual music played through the speakers of your television. A wine glass cusped between your fingertips gauntlet style as you lie positioned on your hip across the bed. Nothing more than a sheer robe covering that lacy material that was just dying to be torn off. You could feel yourself burning with sheer excitement and arousal. You just knew that tonight was going to be one for the books!

Some minutes passed before you heard the front door creak open, the sounds of scraping feet and him call out to you..

“(Y/Nnnn!)”

“I’m up here, Cho!”

Immediately following that sweet voice up the stairway and to the second room on the right side of the hall. The master bedroom, that had been dimly lit and illuminated in crimson colored glow. Upon entering, Choso found himself met with quite the sight. That sexy little two piece enveloped around your body and posed in such a suggestive way.

“..hey, pretty girl..damn..”

finding himself at a complete loss for words as he fully entered the room, set the bag on the nightstand and closed the door behind you both. His dark eyes fixated amid the red glow on his precious (y/n). “Hey, babyboy.” How he had longed all week to be back by your side; holding, touching and squeezing you. Never wanting to leave or let the intimate moments you shared end anytime soon. His reaction had clearly brought a smile to your face as those luscious, cherry painted lips curved to your dimpled cheeks. That curled finger circulating the rim of that wine glass as you took yet another sip. Resembling that of a real life goddess; an ethereal being right there in the flesh for his viewing pleasure. But glances weren’t all you wanted from him. More than anything, you craved his touch and to be teased. And if you were being completely honest..fucked into total submission! But Choso was a bit different from the other men you messed around with..he was more of the type to follow instructions rather than to give them. A far bigger giver than taker..so you’d wave him over with a single finger as you leaned up in the bed and sat against the edge of it, allowing him to kneel down before you. “Mmm..I missed you. Hadn’t seen you in a few days, I thought you’d disappeared.” Joking whilst gently rubbing the side of his face. Even tucking a few of those stray strands behind the ear. He had such an adorable pout and cute features, that you could admire that mug for days. Even more so when it was shoved between your thighs. “And leave you? Not a chance. Was just taking care of a few things, ‘s all. Nothing for you to worry that pretty little head of yours about.” That was the thing with Choso. He was the type to always put himself on the backburner and never share his troubles with anyone. He could be going through so much and never disclose a word. As far as he was concerned, when he stepped foot through your door, he could leave it all behind and find his solace. Which lied directly in your beautiful body. “Instead..” glancing up at you with a faint grin, he’d trail his fingers in random parts of your frame; rubbing on your back, legs, thighs, ass and stomach..seemingly caressing you all over and trying to get his fill. “I’d rather just focus on you..and do all those things we talked about.” There were countless flirtatious and downright sexual texts exchanged between you and Cho on a daily basis. Oftentimes, when you were both working; him in a research lab and you at your office job, you’d send one another suggestive videos, masturbating for the other..as well as sexy messages to follow. “Stroking myself for you. Wanna come..oh fuck.” Saying what he couldn’t verbally because he had to be silent so as not to get caught.

and you fingering yourself for him from behind your desk, moaning and whimpering his name. “Cho…look how wet you get me. Thinking about riding that dick so bad, baby.” All of it had aided in your overflowing desire for one another and now, it could be put into motion without any interruptions. Planted on his knees, Choso say obediently and eagerly as your fingertips grazed his cheek. Warmth began to overtake his entire being and fill him..reaching up to caress you once more. “Can I have you, baby? Please..I don’t wanna keep waiting..” his pleas became downright desperate whilst he grasped you all over. It was quite adorable how needy he became for you. How much he yearned to touch you, to pleasure you..and to make his sweet (y/n) smile brighter than anyone else had. See, the others may have been more experienced but he was far more hungry for it. Willing to do any and everything it took to please you and keep you satisfied. He was your clay; to mold and shape to your liking. (Y/N) broke into yet another cheeky grin, running your fingers along the underside of your chin to kiss him once more. Trust, the anticipation was killing you just the same but you decided to make him work for it for a little bit. Let him get his fill of feeling up your frame as the two of you made out. “Come here..” whispering gently, you brought your lips and faces together as one; pulling Choso to his feet and inevitably onto the bed. Lying atop your full figure..hands roaming all over as if he had no idea where to start. Too excited to focus but too aroused to just sit idly. So whilst your lips locked in a fury..slowly sucking on one another’s tongues whilst giving each other soft pecks, Choso’s palms made home on the lace material cupping your chest. His hips slowly rutted between your open thighs; almost as if he were edging himself along. Mumbling against your mouth before moving them to the tender skin on your neck. Meanwhile, his fingers were making home on those ample breasts. Once he freed them from their confines, Choso was a man unhinged..fixated on those beautiful mounds. There were no complaints on your end and rather, you’d merely watch while he worked his way down to your nipples.

“God..you're so pretty. Pretty fucking tits..pretty face..” his words trailing off before greedily sucking on those pretty brown buds. His tongue lapping and saliva trailing all over them. It was always his favorite when it came to foreplay..getting lost in the sensation of licking them and the feeling of your fingers wafting through his hair. Glaring with watchful eyes, (y/n) chewed profusely at your lower lip. It had been a pretty hectic week so being showered in adoration like this was just what you needed. “Mmm…my baby..you’re so beautiful…” that sweet voice trailing off into a deep whimper. Almost groaning as if he were completely and hopelessly hooked on you, even without a taste. Pulling back, retracting from your now sensitive nipples and feeling a trail of saliva along with it, his deep set eyes locked onto yours for a moment. “God, I need you so bad..please let me have you..” practically pleading to have the rest of you. But one stark difference between him and the others was that they never left you much room to be in control. You could see the sheer desperation in his face..to not only fuck you but fulfill every desire plaguing your brain. To enact every nasty thought running through both of your minds. Crawling onto the bed, Choso would begin working at that sensitive flesh of your neck once more and grinding against your open thighs; that erection swelling from the confines of his sweatpants. So desperate and needy to be the sole object of your desire. “…just wanna make you feel good. Wanna do anything to make you feel good..” He knew you were a tough woman to tame but he’d do just about anything to feel the warmth of that pussy again..tightening around him and milking his cock for all he had. But for now…you had a much better idea.

“You mean that, babyboy? You’ll do anything for me, whatever I want, right?” Tipping his head downward with your fingers cupping his chin and your thumb sliding into his mouth, you’d let him suck on it..cooing to your adorable little toy, to which he’d nod in response. He was so sweet and obedient. So much so that when you shoved him off of you with a gentle push and told him to strip down, he made haste in doing so. You needed to see all of him..from those ripped abs, chiseled muscles and of course..throbbing cock. Watching him rid himself of those clothes slowly was quite the sight and you were certainly getting an eyeful. You couldn’t help but to let those fingertips dance between your sheathed folds and gently massage that bud. Especially when he rendered himself entirely nude and that pre-cum spurted from the tip; fully erect and standing at attention. Almost as if he could barely contain himself. “P-please..(y/n). Please let me take you right here, angel. You just look so fucking good right now…I can’t handle it..” akin to a puppy in heat, Choso practically frothed at the mouth, for his chance to be one with you. Unfortunately for him, seeing him squirm and hearing those sweet little cries were far more entertaining! “You poor thing, you’re so hard..you look like you’re about to burst..” which wasn’t wrong in the slightest..considering that he could hear the sound of your wetness being thrashed around by your fingertips. It was his weakness among many other things. So you had the perfect solution.. “..don’t worry, baby..I’ll handle it..” now, normally, it wasn’t something he’d be content with. He was a very firm believer in letting his lady get her nut first. Always a selfless lover but this was something that would satisfy you both. Waving him over with that finger, you’d order him to sit between your thighs..legs sprawled out as you maneuvered to the headboard and spread your own. You were going to do something that he never had and that was to pleasure him. Make him see stars, moan and beg as he had for you many times prior. Seated comfortably in the middle of your plump thighs, Choso soon found himself encompassed by your legs coiling his waist. Your plan? To jerk him off and stroke those nipples. It was apparent just how sensitive he was when you ever so gently grazed his chest and he jumped. “B-but I—“..but nothing. You’re always taking such good care of me..just relax.” Softening him with a gentle peck to his cheek and his temple. Feeling the soft touch of your lips against his skin caused an already trembling Choso to shudder once more. Your hands made home on his chest, gently circulating and caressing his upper body. With your frame fully folded around him, he could go nowhere..completely within your clutch and forced to let you take all of his stress away. “You’re so good to me, Cho..I just wanna return the favor…” cooing in a sweet, whiny tone as you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck, leaving kitten licks and kisses. Meanwhile, you’d pinch his very erect nipples between your fingertips, softly squeezing them before tracing tiny circles around them. “Can I do that? Pleaseee?” Truthfully, you didn’t have to ask him for a damn thing. Whatever you wanted, it was yours! Huffing in sharp breaths, Choso attempted to answer you but could barely even get his words out. You had him completely stuck; stimulating many of his pressure points at once. Instead, you’d watch as Cho’s dick twitched and fluttered on its lonesome without so much as a single touch. “Ah!—ha..yes, please..” begging whilst he sucked his teeth and bit down on his lip. He’d do just about anything right now to keep this sensation going. And you’d do anything to keep those pitiful moans flowing from his mouth. Especially when his cock head kept ejaculating prematurely. It was apparent that those nipples were his weak spot. You’d continue pinching them whilst nibbling at his ear. Eventually, your palms passed his chest and resided on his abs..getting lower and lower until…

“Please what? Tell me, babyboy..talk to me. Tell me what you want.” Enticing him more as the seconds and minutes passed. Lowering those fingertips to his tip, teasing it ever so gently with your thumb pad to evoke the response you were searching for. His desperation grew larger and soon, he could no longer maintain that control. Caving and craving to be handled. Releasing heavy huffs, Choso released a whiny cry before answering..

“P—please..mommy. Make me come.”

all the words and permission you needed to enact on his request and your perverse desires. The name evoking a smile across your face as well. He was so sensitive, you felt as if he may combust if you touched him too hard. So you’d settle for gentle strokes..wrapping the remainder of your fingers around it and sliding them up and down his shaft. Going slowly and taking all the time you needed to please him. Choso was such a vocal man. Not afraid nor shy about how good you made him feel. Even at the expense of sounding completely submissive. For you though, he was. He’d allow you to do whatever you wanted..as far as he was concerned, you held complete dominion over his mind and body. He was yours to mold, to shape and honestly, bitch up. His balls swollen to the brim, just waiting to be milked. But you’d continue those gentle pumps, even prompting him to spit in your hand for further lube. Meanwhile, (y/n) was still rubbing those hard nipples and flicking your tongue around his jugular. “Mmm..look at you. Doing so good..feels nice being on the receiving end, doesn’t it?” “Y-yesss. So fucking good.” Needless to say, he was in heaven right now! Floating on an endless cloud of bliss with a wide smile on his face. Kissing his temple and giggling, you’d keep going. Eliciting those long, drawn out moans and muffled cries. Looking down to his toes curling up in the sheets as you so casually let him fuck your enclosed fist. Sporadically bucking those hips up each time you brought your hand down on it. Those eight and a half inches growing thicker. This teasing was going to truly be the death of him. “Oh God…m’ gonna come. Please baby.. ‘need to nut.” Resorting to groveling for his climax at this point. But he’d do anything to have that gooey cum dripping down your knuckles. He couldn’t even feint it this time..you owned him right now! Just to establish more dominion, you’d take those fingers that were once stroking his nipples and shove them between his lips, coaxing out a trail of saliva that helped lube him up even more; watching him drool with that fucked out expression on his face was getting you so turned on. “Yesss, baby. Spit for me..spit on that dick. You’re doing so good..” singing his praises whilst pumping him dry. He was unraveling so much, it’d become harder to restrain him. “G-ahhh! (Y/N)…pleaseeee. Let me—“ before the words could leave his lips, that semen spurting out, even without your permission..whether you allowed it or not. Crying out as he came and you’d have to pepper his cheek with kisses to calm him down. “That’s it, sweetheart…let it out.” Cupping his chin into your palm and smashing your lips together with a haze of sloppy pecks. Tongue thrashing around in each other’s mouth and even exchanging more of that spit. Even though he was disheveled and shaking, the two of you couldn’t help but to laugh at the aftermath. “Fuck..” “..you okay?” Nodding and muttering in response.

honestly, he was feeling better than he had in days. Being milked by his fine ass girl and getting doted on all in one? Yeah, he couldn’t ask for more! But he’d be a little gluttonous and beg for you to take things up a notch. He wanted to keep feeling that euphoric sensation..to have you take him to another height before things concluded. To which you had the perfect plan. “Lay back, baby. I’m not done.” Ordering and commanding him around with so much cadence. Choso was the type that loved his women in charge so he didn’t mind allowing you to have control over him. Doing exactly as you instructed..falling against the fluffy pillows and mattress, crawling atop his frame shortly after. “Oh my gosh..please sit on this dick. Fuck..” gliding down and mounting his cock; easily accessible through the open crotch area of your panties. You’d grasp the base and guide him in but he was shocked to see that your back was turned to him and you were planning to ride him in reverse. “Mmm..you’re so fucking big. Stretching this fucking pussy..” moaning as you began to move and take the first couple of inches into your tightness. It had been a while since you’d felt him so he had to get you accustomed back to his shape. That swollen tip pressing through your fleshy insides and penetrating those walls. After a couple of bounces, you could feel Cho’s black painted fingernails digging into the thick of your hips. His eyes glued to your rippling backside; watching that ass move until you began to bog down and they’d roll to the back of his skull. Eventually, you’d find yourself establishing a rhythm and fucking him silly. Standing atop your tiptoes and going in slow circles. “F-fuck! You feel so good, (y/n)! Goddamnit..” causing him to shout as he kept that grip on your body. In this view, he couldn’t help but to become mesmerized and fall deeper in love with that body..showering you with praise in the process. “You’re so fucking pretty, (y/n). You take this dick so good..you’re the only one who can fuck me like this..don’t stop, please..” with those drawn out, sexy moans fueling you, you couldn’t help but to give him exactly what he wanted. “I know, baby. I know…look how you got me creaming on it. This pussy always gets so wet for you..” soon, that room filled with whiny cries, whimpers and yelling among smacking skin. After a while, he could no longer withstand sitting idle and you could only maintain your position for a little bit so those hands clutched your hips and cellulite a bit tighter before he decided to take the reins. “Hold still..fuck. Please..” thrusting up into you shortly thereafter; letting that cock slam your sensitive spot. Those sloppy, nasty thrusts driving him crazy. “Yes! Right there, right there..” “Choooo! I’m coming—“ It wasn’t long before he was prompting you to squirt. Which sent you rocketing up off of him. That sticky sweetness, showering his tattooed thighs. But the two of you weren’t quite finished..not until he burst his second and concurrent nut..this time, needing to fill you with it. Those legs began trembling but it wasn’t long before he folded them up into a reverse mating press and stuffed that hole full of his cum after a few more thrusts. And he didn’t do so without breaking himself. Throbbing inside of you as he drained those balls inside of your womb. It was a euphoric feeling that could never grow old!

“I—I! I came so fucking hard..damn..” laughing to himself at the aftermath of the mess you two created. Feeling spent and completely satisfied, you’d fall into one another’s arms along with a barrage of sweet kisses. A smile, for the first time in a while, had broken through on Choso’s face, which you figured would be a little more permanent now after that. He’d caress your shaking body and he’d do the same. “Do me a favor? Don’t ever stay away from me that long.” Bopping his nose with your index finger, which made him chuckle; grasping the back of your neck before placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Don’t worry, I won’t make that dumb mistake twice. Can’t have anyone else loving on my girl. Not when I do it the best.”

and every time, he’d prove why you’d always keep coming back for more.

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Painter’s Hand

Order Contains: In which Choso Kamo is one of your peers in your college art course. He comes over to study you painting, but it seems his infatuated with more than just your technique.

With a side of: Biting, whimpering, soft!dom needy Choso bc im a slut for whimpering men

Calorie Count: 1.8k words

As you were packing up your supplies, and taking your dried canvas and placing it in its separate bag, you hear thick soles of someone’s shoes walk up behind you. You turn, a little shocked, to see one of your classmates standing there eagerly.

It was your classmate, Choso. You knew him because during critique, he had nothing bad to say about your art. He didn’t say much though, he always looked tired and in his own world. It didn’t help that he always had big, clunky headphones on.

“Choso! Can I help you with something?” you said, scolding yourself silently for sounding so formal. You realized you were nervous, why did he make you nervous?

“Y/N, this might be a weird question but,” he paused, fiddling with his hair that was pulled into a ponytail, “I was wondering if, you know, one day you’d let me see you paint? Just us two? I love your art and I’d love to see your technique,” he asks. His compliments made you go red. Ever since you could remember, you could never take a compliment like a normal person. Quickly, you got giddy and smiled at him.

“Of course! Here, give me your phone number and I’ll text you my dorm number and when I’m free,” you smile, taking out your phone and allowing him to put in his contact. He gently takes the phone, and you can’t help but notice how his slender, long fingers are slightly spotted with blue and white paints. He hands your phone back to you.

“Well, I’ve got another class across campus in thirty minutes. But I’ll see you later?�� He asks, hopeful. You nod. He walks out with his painting (which still looked wet) and his bag. His Doc Martens clunk against the ground as he leaves.

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It’s around 8pm, you’re sitting in your dorm room, swiping through textbook pages, careful to not get a paper-cut. You texted Choso a while back, and he said he was coming, but never specified when. After a while you got distracted, forgetting about having a guest, until you heard a knock at your door.

It made you drop your highlighter in shock. You quickly got up to look in the mirror to make sure you looked presentable. No crumbs on your shirt or clumpy mascara. After checking, you went to go see who was at the door. Staring through your peephole, you saw Choso, this time with his hair tied up into two buns on the sides of his head. How cute!

“Chosoooo,” you smiled, opening the door, “come in! I was about to finish that painting from class today.” He nodded, eyes taking in your dorm. You were artsy, and your dorm reflected that strongly. The interior design was so fun to look at.

“Did you decorate yourself?” he asked, running a hand along a velvet blanket thrown neatly on your couch. It was so soft, everything inside the dorm felt so comfortable. Like a home more than just a dorm.

“Oh! Yeah I did, took a little inspiration from people online, though.” You saw as he walked around, like he was lost in admiration. His normally tired eyes were still tired, but less dead. Like a fish!

“It’s beautiful,” he admired, looking directly at you. Again, your face went red from the praise. It was his voice, too, so deep and raspy, throwing around compliments like this. You couldn’t help but react this way.

“Thank you! Do you wanna.. um, come see me paint now? Or like we could do anything to be honest, I don’t mind,” you stammered. Of course he didn’t want to do anything else, why would he? He just came to see you paint, because he liked your technique.

“Oh painting, yeah we could. I’d love to see you in action,” he said, starting to get close to you. An electric shock was sent down your spine. His words were almost hypnotic. You made your way into your bedroom, pulling out your canvas and placing it on your easel, your pallet already full of paint from earlier. It was a little dried out, but it didn’t matter. It was good enough.

You dipped your brush in the red, and lightly swiped it across your canvas. For you, you watered down your paints a bit. It took away the vibrance but it added a very soft, subtle look. The way you blending was a bit odd too, blending with a brush then a bit more with your fingers.

As you painted, you could feel Choso’s breath down your neck. He was standing right behind you, so close. His hands rested on your easel, meaning you were trapped between him and the easel. It almost made you shake a little bit, which he thought was just another part of your technique.

“You’re real good at this, yknow?” he whispered, his words hitting your ear breathily. It made your entire body heat up. His deep voice right into your ear, praising you as you worked. It made you melt against him, back pressed to his chest.

“Don’t shake too much, sugar, I’d hate it if you ruined this pretty painting,” he said, grabbing your shaking hand as you dipped your brush back into your paint. What’d he just call you? Sugar? It was difficult to keep your composure now, with him sweet talking you.

“I’m not gonna ruin it,” you said quietly, almost to yourself. He let out a soft chuckle, his hands now resting on your waist. God you hoped he couldn’t feel how hot and nervous you were. You were glad he definitely couldn’t feel how wet you were.

“I bet you won’t sweetheart,” he said, taking his hand and grabbing your jaw. He softly forced you to look up at him. “You’re just so good at this, aren’t you?”

You couldn’t hold yourself together, it was starting to be too much. Did he come here to watch you work, or did he have ulterior motives? You could tell, his dead eyes were almost cloudy as he looked at you. Clouded with what? Lust? He didn’t break eye contact with you.

You turned, so your chest was facing his chest, and you grabbed the collar of his shirt. For a second you hesitated, wondering if you should question him or not. But something inside of you pressed yourself against him, pulling him closer and softly pressing your lips against his.

“God, I’ve wanted you for months. You’re so reserved, I needed a good reason to finally see you, to have you like this.” His eyes glossed over you, your hot body and your red face. He kissed you again, this time on your neck. You gripped onto his t-shirt, a bit rougher than you expected. He kept planting kisses on your neck and your collar bone, making you shake.

“Please, Choso,” you whined. He didn’t even need to ask you what you wanted. He lifted you up, his arms were so strong, and tossed you onto your bed. He pressed you down into the mattress, crawling on top of you and kissing you more.

“Please what baby?” he teased, knowing exactly what you wanted. You looked at him with pleading eyes as he kissed you over and over again, the kisses starting to become sloppier and wetter. He didn’t even bother to let you finish begging, he couldn’t help himself around you. Slowly he slipped off your jeans, and with it, your panties. For a minute he just sat and kissed you, letting you grind against his strong thighs.

But it was too much for him, he couldn’t just sit and tease you like this for long. He whined, tugging at shirt.

“Nu uh, that’s not fair,” you frowned “All your clothes are still on.” He looked at you with wide eyes, then taking all of his clothes off, kicking his pants off the side of your bed. You couldn’t help but look at him. Underneath his baggy clothes, you thought he’d be skinny and scrawny. He was… glorious. His body was chiseled and defined, which was odd for a fine arts major. You immediately sat on his lap, pulling off your shirt and bra.

He bit at your neck, sucking and leaving the tiniest purple marks up and down the side. He bit down a bit harder than before, leaving a full red circle with indents for each of his teeth in your neck. The sudden pain made you whimper, your nails digging into his back.

“Please, let me—“ he couldn’t even finish his sentence, he was too hot and bothered. His cock pressed against your folds, his angry pink tip leaking precum all over his own thighs. “I need it, I need you s’bad.”

You let out a soft laugh, nodding your head. He took that as a resounding yes. He couldn’t help but push his tip into you, no teasing from his fingers to loosen you up. He let out the most gutural, pathetic moan you’ve ever heard. As he thrust in sloppily, he let out whines and whimpers, as if it were too much for him to handle.

“It- agh-! You’re so tight, baby,” he whimpered, burying his head into the crook of your neck. He suddenly grabbed your hips, forcing you to bounce up and down on his cock. You slammed yourself down on it, feeling his tip brush against the entrance to your womb. The feeling made you throw your head back and moan. He let out more pathetic sounds of struggle and pleasure. You could feel him wetting your neck up with… tears?

“It’s too fuckin’ good!” he cried out, fucking you hard. Suddenly he threw you back onto the bed, your head hitting your pillow. He pinned your hands to the headboard. His eyebrows furrowed as he plowed into you desperately, his pace speeding up.

“Choso- haah—“ you panted out, tongue barely escaping your mouth, as his pace suddenly became sloppy. He gripped your hips tighter, pressing bruises into your skin.

“Fuck I’m gonna— I’m— I’m gonna cum!” he said, barely even finishing his sentence before you felt his seed splattering inside your walls, your own juices coating his dick as you finished. He spasmed, leaning his head into the crook of your neck as he let a few last spurts shoot out of his cock. “So- so good baby. You feel so good.” He whimpered out, gulping as he did.

You ran a hand through his hair, almost pulling out another whine from him at the affection caress.

“You’re so pretty baby, such a pretty girl,” he whispered, his hands loosening its grip on your hips, and instead letting his arms wrap around you softly. “Such a pretty girl, yeah? You’re beautiful,” he muttered, kissing along your forehead.

My pretty girl.

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derangederensimp · 1 year

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Jujutsu Kaisen One Shot AU

Choso x Fem Reader

CW: Where choso is a bit jealous seeing you talk to other college guys at a party deciding maybe some sexual discipline will remind you how no one else can make you feel the way he does. Pet names, Oral Fem recieving, Rough Sex, spanking, biting, hickeys, bruising, choking, and Creampie

“What is it Choso?” you said, crossing your arms over your chest shielding yourself from the cool air as you watched Choso pace the porch. Putting his fingers over the bridge of his nose and squeezing he kept his eyes on the ground “Why do all those other guys have your attention y/n?” He asked.

“It’s a party, Choso. It’s supposed to be sociable. Well you're supposed to be, it’s your party after all. But since you like to stare at your girlfriend instead of making conversation I have to do it.” You said, walking over to Choso and nudging him with your hip. Maybe the heat was distorting Choso’s thoughts but he didn’t like how smug Gojo looked at you while you talked. Or how Geto and Nanami seemed to be whispering something while staring at him and then back down to you.

His hands instinctively clasping to your waist “you could show them a little less interest. I bet they think your kindness was flirting knowing they’ve never been this close to a woman as beautiful as you. And who wouldn’t want you” he said, swaying your hips to the faint music coming from the closed front door.

“And If I was? what are you, jealous?” You said with a smirk on your lips raising a brow. Of all your years being with Choso you never saw him look so riled up. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous of any of those men? Tell me y/n which one caught your eye?” Choso said, craning his neck down to rest his forehead onto yours. Keeping his gaze on your eyes.

“Mmm not telling” you cooed softly, looking back at him. His softened eyes went back to his bored flat faced expression before he started talking, his lips curving into a grin “Maybe I should remind you who you belong to? Make you scream out my name over and over again till you lose that cute voice of yours” Choso seethed, his cock twitching just by the thought of fucking the breath out of you. “Up we go” Choso said, picking you up and tossing you over his shoulder. Opening the front door and closing it he headed for the stairs, he couldn’t help but look at your ass jiggle with each step in that dress that hugged every curve on your body beautifully. Resting his hand on your ass he softly squeezed, pulling a moan past your lips.

Walking to one of the unoccupied rooms he closed the door locking it before setting you down on bed. From his observation it was Geto and Gojo’s shared room which made him chuckle lowly.

His pupils blown black with lust as he eyed you up. Your cheeks turning pink, your eyes going to the floor “oh don’t act all shy now. Weren’t you being so bold earlier? Look at me” Choso said, although you know he wasn’t asking you to look at him it was a command. Squeezing your legs together to give any sort of pressure as you looked up. His fingers grabbed the hem of his shirt lifting it up past his abs and off his arms, tossing it to the floor. Undoing his hair ties letting his hair frame his face as he pushed the shorter ends back.

Standing in front of you “Will you open your legs for me, pretty girl or do you want me to do it?” Choso asked, his hand resting below your chin. “You do it” you said, staring up at him. Usually you would be more in a dominant role but having Choso in charge was exciting especially when you would be a brat. He nudged your legs open with his knee, your dress scrunching up which was a delicious sight to see, he rested his palms on your thighs gently squeezing as he kneeled before you.

Humming in delight as he pulled you from the bed some before placing kisses around your inner thighs making you instinctively try to close your legs but his hand held your thigh firmly.

The other hand traveled to your soaked clothed cunt, hooking his fingers on the fabric covering it he pulled it to the side. His eyes shooting up to you, licking his lips “so fucking wet and I haven’t even touched you yet” Choso cooed. Placing two fingers between your folds he spread your essence all over making quick passes by your clit making shocks run down your spine “C-Choso please” you whined. “So much for the brat act you were putting on huh? He teased again. Going back to placing soft kisses on your thighs before leaving small hickeys behind, your soft moans filling up the room. You were growing impatient with how slow he was going, needlessly bucking your hips making his kiss turn into a bite. His teeth sinking into your skin making you cover your mouth with a scream of his name.

“What are you supposed to do sweetheart if you want more?” Choso said, cocking a glare at you. He couldn’t help but grin seeing your flustered face, eyes hooded, while fat tears came down your red cheeks. “Beg” you choked. “Mhm. I just wanna prep you all up nice and good before I blow your back out. Now beg.” Choso said. His free hand going up to grabbing a handful of your breast.

“Please Choso can I have more” you whined, sounding so damn needy it made his cock twitch. The tent in his pants becoming a bit painful. “Tsk tsk tsk. Not good enough y/n” he said, resting his head on your thigh circling his thumb over your clit. Your soft moans pleading for him to keep going and your repeated statements of you’ll be a good girl for him finally made him hook your panties in his fingers pulling them down and off stuffing them into his back pocket. His nose bumping on your clit as his tongue feverishly lapped your juices up. He hummed in delight sending vibrations to your clit, gripping a handful of his hair in your fist you cried out his name.

Adding two fingers inside with his tongue he scissored them inside. His nose meeting the bucks of your hips his pace moving faster and faster as he felt your sweet walls clenching down on his fingers. Hooking them inside pushing against your gspot making you arch your back. His name spilling from your lips as he inched you closer and closer to your finish. “Tastes so good” he said in between licks, just a few more pumps of his thick fingers had you screaming and creaming for him, gladly licking you clean.

Collapsing onto the bed your chest heaved catching your breath. Your legs all sprawled out, your eyes catching a glimpse of him taking his belt off and buttoning his pants and next his underwear. Memorized by the beads of pre leaking from his reddened tip. He gave it a few strokes before crawling onto the bed with you. Planting his lips on yours he started off with soft short kisses before turning it into desperate kisses his tongue pushing through and pushing yours around. “Can we get this off your pretty girl?” He asked tugging on your dress, it was covering up one of the his favorite parts of your body. Nodding your head, he helped unzip it and pulled it off, he was excited to see you weren’t wearing a bra.

His fingers went to playing with your sensitive buds as he sunk his head to your collarbone leaving hickeys behind. He knew he wasn’t being as aggressive as he planned to be but he wanted to make sure his girl was taken care of before he started the discipline. Taking a nipple into his mouth he sucked on it before releasing it with a pop sound. His body hovering over yours you felt his cock twitching against your leg making more of your juices gush out. “Get on your tummy and arch your back” he said, softly slapping your thigh as he backed off of you.

Getting into position your hands grabbed the sheets preparing for what to come next. “What’s the safeword y/n?” Choso asked. “Yellow” you moaned, feeling him rub his cock around your entrance coating himself in your essence before sliding his tip in. Groaning his fingers dug into the space where your thighs met your hips for sure leaving bruises behind. “So tight f-fuck” inching himself in till he bottomed out. You moaned at how full he made you feel, letting your body adjust to him before he started rocking his hips. Slow deep thrusts to start off before he picked up his pace. Your cunt taking him so beautifully he started to crack but the thought came back of his friends acting a little too friendly with you.

Picking up the pace his hips slammed into your ass, the sound of your bodies and lewd sound of your juices filled the air along with your dragged out cries. His cock was ramming into the entrance of your cervix making your cunt squeeze his cock tightly. He dipped his head down moaning out your name, his hand coming to your throat wrapping around it and gently squeezing. “Wanna tell me who it was now?” Choso asked, slapping your ass with an open palm making you moan from both pain and pleasure. “Just forget it a-ah” you cried with his slight change of position making his cock repeatedly hit your g spot. Your second orgasm was nearing with each thrust your walls tightened on him.

“H-have to cum Choso” you said, your knuckles turning white as you gripped tighter on the sheets. “Then cum” Choso cooed into your ear. He went back to gripping tighter on your skin pulling you to meet his hips with each thrust. Your thighs shook as your second orgasm came, you cried out his name shoving your face into the sheets. He pulled out after letting you ride out your high. Flipping you over to your back he caressed your cheek. “M-more” you babbled, staring up at Choso with hooded eyes. “That’s my girl” he grinned.

Lining himself back up with your entrance before shoving himself inside. Your legs wrapped around his waist as his mouth went to your nipple sucking on it as his other hand squeezed the other. His pace was picking up till he heard footsteps approaching.

“What the fuck, who is in there?” Gojo groaned from the other side of the door as he banged on it. Jiggling the handle trying to get in.

A wicked smile formed across his lips. You unhooked your legs from his waist. Taking them into his hands he pushed them to your chest positioning himself above you. Jack hammering his cock into you, your hand flying to your mouth to muffle your moans but his hand grabbed your wrist stopping you. “Let him hear you y/n. Don’t get all quite now that he’s out there” Choso demanded. His cock was becoming too much, feeling like he was going to split you in two.

“Who’s making you feel like this y/n?” Choso asked loudly, gritting his teeth as he pushed your legs closer to your chest. The overstimulation getting to you with quick hard thrusts making you cry out his name over and over again. “It was Gojo huh? You think he could fuck you like this?” His bit down on his lip seeing your fucked out face. Barely even able to get a word out with his cock slamming into you. “N-no he couldn’t. Don’t want anyone else but you” you got out between your cries.

“And - why’s - that?” He asked, thrusting into you harder with each word he said. “Y-your cock” is all you managed to get out. “What about it? pretty girl” he bit his lip seeing fat tears roll down your cheeks again your cunt squeezing him so tight he wanted to cum, fill you up right then and there but he wanted to get you to finish with him. He could feel you getting closer and closer, your cunt having a pulse of its own. “So b-big” you panted. The knot in your stomach about to burst, your thighs shook as you cried out you had to cum. “Good. Cum. Cum on my cock. Ganna fill you up all nice and push it all back into you if you push it out kay?”

One more thrust had you unraveling, your eyes going into the back of your head as your vision blurred. Feeling hot ropes of cum filling you up as your cunt milked Choso of everything he has. Fucking into you as ring of white formed around the base of his cock. His moans and yours in unison filling the room with the sound of your bodies still slapping against each other. Letting you ride out your high before pulling out. He kissed your forehead massaging your poor legs, he knew you were going to be sore in the morning.

The banging on the door had stopped so Choso laid beside you pulling you into his arms. He would let you rest a little bit before he got you dressed and carry you to the car to take you home. Making sure to run you a nice warm bath to soothe any of the impending soreness.

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antiqueque · 3 months

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Angel, I can see myself in your eyes / Angel, won’t you feel for me from your heart? / Do return my heart to me / No, don’t insist, I’m already hurt.

Choso ❤️

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theso0up · 7 months

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Choso | fanart

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zorosdimples · 10 days

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YUUJI X READER X CHOSO

when choso approaches yuuji with an intimate confession and a plea for help, your best friend convinces you to give his big brother a hands-on demonstration.

mdni. reader has breasts + a vagina + is called “baby” once; otherwise referred to as they/them. this is just over 1k words. i may write additional parts, but i make no promises!

Why did I agree to this?

Your back is pressed to your best friend’s broad chest, his tawny skin hot against your own. Bent at the knee, your legs are spread far apart, feet planted on the white bedsheets. A whimper escapes your bitten lips—a soft, fluttery exhale—half-embarrassment, half-excitement.

Discarded somewhere on Yuuji’s bedroom floor is your bra. You’re simply clad in a pair of cotton panties, plain white, nondescript. You wouldn’t call the undergarment sexy, but the bulge straining at the small of your back begs to differ; it sends a thrill down your spine.

Choso kneels between your open legs primly, wide palms clammy as they rest atop his knees. His eyes are smoked amethysts, unreadable as they pointedly remain on his brother, never straying to your face or your mostly nude figure.

“Look, Cho,” Yuuji entreats as his calloused touch moves upward from your thighs to your breasts. You swallow the breath that hitches in your throat, chest shuddering as two thick fingers pinch each of your nipples. “Touch them riiiight here—feels good, huh baby?”

Baby. (You’d rather drop dead than admit it, but you’ve pleasured yourself countless times to this fantasy, the image of your best friend calling you every endearment beneath the horizon in his honey-sweet voice.)

Wading through a syrupy fog of tension and want, you nod in agreement. Choso swallows thickly, Adam’s apple bobbing as he replaces Yuuji’s hands with his own, gaze darting to yours. His palms are larger than his younger brother’s, his ivory fingers cool and smooth as they circle your nipples.

Earnestly you suggest: “You can look at my tits, Cho.”

Yuuji chuckles at the way the older man’s cheeks ripen and bloom from your forwardness; his hands settle on your thighs, kneading the fat as he watches his brother shift his attention. Choso focuses on your chest, at the way your breasts ripple and bounce under his careful ministrations.

For the first time since he walked into the room, Choso speaks. “Is it okay if I…” he licks his lips as he trails off.

His voice is gentle and almost monotone; you’d be offended if you couldn’t see the flush that burns the tips of his ears and bleeds down to his strong chest. (The visible strain in his black boxer briefs puts your mind at ease, too.)

“Use your mouth,” you urge him with a kind smile.

It surprises you how quickly Choso dips down, the tip of his nose brushing the swell of your breast before he sticks his tongue out and paints a swirl that ends on your nipple. At first, just the peaked nub rests between his chapped lips. But he builds confidence—or curiosity gets the better of him—and you gasp as he sucks as much breast as he can fit into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks. He repeats his movements on your other breast.

When he raises his head, he leans into you, stopping a hair’s breadth from your mouth, a silent plea for permission. “Now kiss me,” you murmur; Choso obliges.

It begins chastely: your lips slotting with his and guiding the pace. He jolts at the sensation when you first slide your tongue along the seam of his lips, although he catches on quickly, allowing you entry. While his hands initially rested awkwardly on the mattress, he now moves them upward, cradling your cheeks with reverence. His kisses are sloppy and unpracticed, but you both find yourselves growing heated as your fingertips map his torso, skating lower and lower until you can twirl his thick happy trail. You whimper when he shifts and accidentally grinds against you.

Yuuji interrupts your increasingly desperate make out. “Ready to see them, Cho?”

Choso pulls away, a string of spit snapping between your parting tongues. He watches as Yuuji thumbs the top of your underwear before sliding them beneath the fabric and stroking your plush hips.

“Before you remove these, you should feel our lovely guest through the fabric.” Yuuji’s breath curls against the shell of your ear; you can’t help the moan that slips out and hangs in the air. He rests his chin atop your shoulder, his next words making you clench: “I’ve got a feeling it’s soaked.”

Eyes the color of bruised plums meet yours. Three fingers brush against the top of your panties, trailing down over your clit, stopping right at your hole. “You’re so wet,” Choso states, rubbing the sodden fabric. “All of this is because of us?”

You shiver under Choso’s fervent stare. Yuuji presses a tender kiss to your shoulder as his hands move up to caress your hair. You swallow dryly; you don’t think you’ve ever been as turned on as you are right now, pinned between the brothers’ bodies and undivided attention.

“Yeah—mmm, yes,” you manage to get out.

Pleased by your response, Choso hums. He drags a fingernail up your underwear until he teases your clit, featherlight, coaxing a warble from you. Eventually, he makes his way back to the waistband. “Can I?”

You bite your lip. “Please, Cho.”

As though savoring the moment, Choso lays down on his stomach and peels the garment off, exhaling a shaky breath as your pubic hair emerges, then groaning when your entire cunt is bared. Yuuji slides a hand down your belly and peels back your vulva, desire webbing across your folds, highlighting your swollen clit.

“Oh fuck—that’s a pretty sight,” Yuuji mutters.

His brother either doesn’t hear him or ignores him entirely; Choso looks only to you. “I’m going to taste now, okay?”

“H-hold on,” Yuuji blurts out. You twist around to look at him. His amber irises blaze as he slips his middle finger down, shallowly massaging your wet hole. “I—” he pauses, “I wanna try, too.”

His eyes never leave yours as he raises the shining digit to his mouth and proceeds to greedily lap up your arousal. “Shit,” he hisses. You think you’re going to wither under the intensity of his flaming stare. But instead—he pulls you into a bruising kiss.

Before you can process the pressure of your best friend’s lips on your own, Choso licks a line from your hole to your clit, wrapping his thick arms around your thighs, and Yuuji swallows your squeal of surprise. All rational thought floats away with your impending bliss.

You still don’t know why exactly you agreed to this arrangement. But these two brothers are going to be the death of you—of that you’re certain.

#unmmmmmmmnnnnmm. i’ve mentioned this before in passing but finally wrote a little something. may write additional parts—idk!#it’s just a thirst—pls enjoy!#yuuji x reader #choso x reader #jjk x reader #yuuji <3 #choso <3 #༄ kae writes

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kissingchoso · 6 months

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boyfriend!choso fulfilling your greatest fantasy and being ghostface for halloween.

cw: mask kink, degradation, shitty writing.

y’all this is my short horny piece for halloween so lol enjoy to the 5 peeps who will read this

you think you’re on the other side of the club away from him. you periodically check the many party goers and their costumes around you to ensure you don’t see a long, white mask. you’re walking away from the bar when you felt your phone vibrate and a message popping up across your screen that has your heart palpating faster than normal.

“i see you.”

you whip your head to the left and right, scanning the sea of drunken adults for a familiar silhouette but none comes. you’re about to step forward to change your location but someone from behind you catches your wrist before you can take another step. whipping your head around, you’re met with an all too familiar mask staring down at you. the lights are too dim in the party to make out the eyes, but just from the familiar grip alone, you know you’re staring up at your boyfriend.

he says your name once, tugging you closer until you’re chest to chest with him. “caught you,” he says with his normal tone, but you can make out a hint of smugness in there.

your glossed lips pout up at him, upset that he found you only five minutes into this little game of hide and seek you started.

“you do have a height advantage,” you complained, reaching up to push the mask up over his face so that it rests on the top of his head. you had the pleasure of adding some more makeup on his face, adding a dark eyeshadow around his eyes and even creating some false scars on his cheekbones and jaw.

“you never gave me any rules,” choso says before stepping forward, hand coming to rest on your hips.

you frown a little bit before you look up at his eyes, noting the way his face still had hints of a smirk, proud for completing his simple task of finding you.

“well, you won fair and square, i guess. what do you want then?”

choso pauses to stare at you. he’d never thought this far. while he didn’t doubt his abilities to find you in this crowded space, he wasn’t necessarily doing it for the purpose of winning. he just found himself at your side naturally, despite the space between you two. so while he racked his brain for simple prizes he could claim, he thought back to earlier while you two were getting ready for this evening.

you were seated on his lap, finishing his very basic makeup look. when you had finished with adding the makeup around his eyes, the iconic mask was slipped over his face and he remembers staring at you through the spaces of the eyes and remembering the subtle way your lower lip found its way between your teeth and the way your eyes flicked up and down to scan his body before you shyly shot up and finished getting ready yourself.

maybe choso can use this to his advantage.

“i have an idea.” is all he can offer you.

the next ten minutes are a blur. because in the first few minutes he’s dragging you out of the club with his mask pulled back down and in the next you’re laying in the back seat of his dodge challenger with his large body looming over you. everything about his aura has changed. nothing like your service dom boyfriend who usually waits for you to give him the go ahead. it’s swapped with this arrogant man who tells you nothing but simple commands.

he tells you to strip, you strip.

take his cock out, you’re undoing the button and zipper of his jeans before tugging them down with his boxers.

he adjusts the both of you in his car so he’s now seated comfortably. “fuck yourself on it, sweetheart.” he commanded with a muffled voice underneath his mask.

and god, this is the only time you hesitate. on any normal occasion, your boyfriend is horribly against this sort of thing but you’re proven wrong the moment he fists for the back of your hair, wrapping the locs around his fist.

“did i fucking stutter?”

“n-no, mr. ghostface,” you stammer out, fresh tears springing up in your eyes but choso knows it’s for show. he can fucking smell your arousal from underneath your tiny skirt.

“then do what i say and fuck yourself stupid on my cock. and don’t stop until i tell you to.”

“y-yes!”

happy halloween 🎃

#cw// mask kink #cw// degradation #𐐪𐑂 ° — luna speaks #choso kamo #jjk choso #choso <3 #choso — !!#ghostface!choso #choso x reader #choso x you #choso smut #jjk x reader #fun fact: i don’t have a mask kink but i think this is hot and fitting #i haven’t written in so long and i’m wine drunk so…#sorry

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glystenangel · 1 year

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hockeyplayer!choso hcs🏒💖

x gn!reader

bc i like the idea of dating a pro athlete as pretty as choso

tags/warnings: none really, pure fluff, some mention of wounds and treating them tho, choso calling u baby, cute corny cliche sh*t

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hockeyplayer!choso who invites you to all of his games (and in the front row too)

hockeyplayer!choso who winks at you right when he comes out from the locker room and onto the rink

hockeyplayer!choso who looks like a giant teddy bear all padded up in his uniform

hockeyplayer!choso who’s uniform number is 12 because 10 is for his brothers, 1 for his mother, and +1 for you

hockeyplayer!choso who tells you how fucking cute you look when you try to ice skate with him

hockeyplayer!choso who holds your hands and skates backwards with ease while teaching you, strands of hair falling into his face and smiling hard when you carefully pause to sweep them out of his vision with a quick but tender brush of your hand

hockeyplayer!choso who clasps his hands behind your back, patiently allowing you to attend to the scrapes on his face after he gets hurt during a game and mumbling a grateful, “thank you, baby. i’ll be more careful for you next game. promise.”

hockeyplayer!choso who broadly grins when he hears you cheering for him but can’t even spare a glance because he has to focus. even so he later tells you he was dying inside because he had to keep his eye on the puck instead of your beautiful face

hockeyplayer!choso who always names you along with his family as his biggest motivators to win when asked at press interviews

hockeyplayer!choso who lifts you out of the stands and picks you up for a kiss when his team wins the championship, confetti bursting overhead and his emotions caught in his throat as he buries his face into your neck after kissing you, “i couldn’t have done this without you baby- we did it.”

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thanks for reading!!

#kamo choso #myfics #choso jjk #jjk choso #choso fluff #choso imagine #choso headcanons #choso hcs #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x y/n #choso scenarios #choso <3 #choso kamo

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chrollohearttags · 1 year

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let it snow • choso kamo

wc: 1.5k

themes: just some cute lil’ Christmas fluff, no smut or anything! black coded reader and mentions of food

synopsis: your next door neighbor wasn't much for conversation and definitely didn't do the holidays. But it's amazing what a silly novelty gift and some fresh baked cookies can change.

a chilly December evening starting out like any other; Christmas Eve to be exact. Cold winds blowing in a breeze, white powdery snow capping the ends of the tree branches and decorations scattered about the neighborhood.

your block was notorious for going all out for the festivities and for the most part, everyone was with it..that was except one person: Choso Kamo.

a pretty reserved, laid back guy that had moved in a few months back; he wasn't exactly mean or anything, you just noticed that Choso didn't really tend to interact with others.

but he did make it a mission to speak with you every day...the two of you spoke longer a few times while doing some light yard work or while you'd leave out for your daily commute.

"Good morning, miss (y/n)."

"Leaving out for work again?"

during those brief conversations, you learned that he worked from home and didn't really get out much. He didn't care for big crowds, mainly due in part to the noticeable scar on his nose that he grew self conscious about.

at first, you envied him a bit. Not having to deal with the frustrations of interacting with the public day in and day out..you couldn't help but think of how lucky he was. But appearances could be so deceiving.

it all began around late October, Halloween night to be specific..you had just finished up your last round of candy dispersal to eager trick or treaters..

hyper children crowded at your door with pumpkin buckets extended out, waiting for you to fill them.

it always warmed your heart and it was one of the things you had always dreamed of doing when you finally became a homeowner. It was incredibly exciting but there was something that you couldn't get over..

peering from across the street with your cute little costume on, you'd look up from the crowd of kiddos to see a weary Choso coming back from what appeared to be the grocery store, as he had bags in hand.

"Hi, Choso! Happy Halloween. We've got plenty of candy if you'd like some."

yelling out over to him but he'd politely decline the offer, not wanting to get in your way.

his yard bare of any pumpkins or spooky trinkets, he wasn't dressed up but when he spotted you with the children, exuding such positive vibes..he wanted more than anything to join you.

to help bring joy to the little ones as well and even throw on a mask or cape and be a part of the activities but truth was, he was very shy!

a quiet introvert with little to no social skills. He wasn't known to make much of a fuss but he definitely got your nosy neighbors talking.

a young guy living on his lonesome in a place like this..

running their mouths and making up rumors about his strange behavior; with everything from a criminal to some weird psycho but that was the furthest thing from the truth. He was very sweet and you wanted the chance to prove it.

so with December twenty fifth fast approaching, you had made it your mission to ensure that Choso wouldn't spend his Christmas alone like he done that night.

the only problem was..how did you approach him without making it seem as if you felt sorry for him?!

no one wanted people to walk on eggshells around them as if they needed to be avoided but you wanted to approach him delicately.

however, you had the perfect plan!

when things quieted down, you'd wrap up the adorable little snow globe you had gotten with some warm cookies, sneak over and surprise him. It'd be perfect and you were certain that he'd be thrilled!

you had just finished up some last minute shopping and preparations for your Christmas dinner. Some family and friends would be piling in here tomorrow, as it was your first big holiday in your own home.

the most lively it had been since moving in.

the rest of the afternoon and tonight, however, would be spent making any final touches on your decor, baking cookies and just getting into the spirit all around! You were feeling more enthused and happier than ever.

still, as you strutted about in your spacious kitchen, infamous holiday tunes playing from your living room and lights all strewn about, your mind couldn't stop going back to your shut in of a neighbor.

you had also noticed that he didn't get many visitors or have many friends over so the possibility of him spending the day alone broke your heart. Maybe if he felt comfortable enough and didn't have any plans, he could come over and hang out with you all..

but no getting ahead of yourself!

"You're putting the cart before the horse, (y/n). Just slow down. Maybe the man just doesn't want to be bothered.."

muttering to yourself like a mad woman as you mixed up your batter and poured it into the metal gingerbread molds before placing them into the oven.

for now, you'd continue on baking, wrapping gifts and belting out off key notes of Mariah Carey's infamous 'All I Want For Christmas Is You.' It was an entire vibe and you were enjoying yourself so much that it didn't even dawn on you that it had gotten dark.

nighttime had fallen over the town and before long, you were finished placing the last of your gifts under the tree.

but one remained setting out on the couch..the tiny globe with adorable reindeer and a santa inside with faux flakes of white falling in it.

(y/n)'s eyes beamed with a sparkle of happiness and like clockwork, the ding of the oven sounded off, signaling that your other desserts were finished up.

as your gingerbread were long cooled and decorated with cute little designs, just waiting to be devoured!

only problem was, you had overestimated your recipe and it made more than you expected.

so you packed him up a good dozen or so!

“I can't wait to see how he reacts. I really hope he'll like it." the only thing you could think to yourself as you looked down at your phone to see it had just hit eight thirty and outside the window, you could hear carolers.

it was really hyping you up for the exciting day ahead.

placing some of the treats into a cellophane baggie, you'd tie up with a cute bow and sign a tiny card to go along with it.

"Merry Christmas, Choso. From, (y/n)."

once you finished, you'd take it over to the couch to place it in the gift bag.

“There! All set to go.."

but it was while you were doing so, you'd get a ring from your doorbell..you weren't expecting any guests tonight and it was rather late..

regardless, you'd strut over to the door, standing atop your tip toes to peak out of the peephole and what you saw was a surprise!..quickly unlocking the door, gift still in hand, you'd swing it open to see someone standing on the other side.

"Choso! What are you doing here?"

mouth agape as he looked up at you. He was the last person you'd think to see at your doorstep but just as you had planned to pop up at his house bearing presents...

"..I—uh. Brought you a little something."

he had done the same!

his scruffy black hair was tied into cute top knots and he was wearing a white sweater and black jeans..just looking adorable.

similar to the sweater dress and black leggings you had on; kinky curls pulled into space buns as well.

nonetheless, he'd extend his hand out, clutching a tiny green baggie he offered up to you.

"Merry Christmas, miss (y/n)..I just wanted to say thank you for always being so nice to me..." sweetly uttering and you were so overwhelmed with happiness, grateful that he'd do something like this.

“Oh my goodness, you're too kind..." eagerly accepting it, you'd take it from him and open it immediately.

from the faint smile on his face, you could tell that he was a little nervous, afraid that you wouldn't like it.

but once you peeled the seal back and revealed just it was, (y/n) immediately broke into a giggle, which caught him off guard.

his dark eyes stretching wide, taken aback by your reaction.

“W-wait! Did I—"

"Here, just take this."

you really couldn't believe what you were seeing right now.

he didn't understand what was so funny about some gingerbread cookies and a tiny snow globe. He thought that they were pretty good offerings...

".. Oh my gosh.." Choso uttered, placing a hand over his mouth, attempting to hide his snickering but to no avail.

that was until he realized that you had gotten him the same exact thing!

suddenly, the both of you burst into full blown laughter, thinking about how you were on the same track of mind.

but the goal you were hoping to accomplish was fulfilled; to spread the same joy you had for the holidays to your neighbor..

who just needed someone to reach out and make him feel welcomed.

truthfully, this was the nicest thing anyone had ever done for him and he'd be forever grateful to the sweet girl next door.

“Well I guess great minds think alike.."

"Yeah, you can say that."

just then, you'd both lift your globes and watch the beads trickle down and like life imitating art, you'd look up to see pillowy sheets of snow falling from the sky.

giving each of you that childlike joy yet again..

"Y'know. I think these cookies would taste better with some milk. Wanna come inside and have some?"

"That sounds really nice, thank you."

...something you wanted to experience together!

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