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emmyrosee · 3 months

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Choso sleeps. A lot.

It’s more than you would imagine for a man of his importance, yet for nearly three hours a day after getting to your place, he curls up on the couch, kicks his legs up and closes his pretty eyes to let his dreams take over and slumber wash over him.

It's cute. It's also just a little bizarre.

You always smile down at him, card a hand through his soft hair, plant a kiss to his forehead and lay a warm blanket over his shoulders to keep him warm.

His little snores ring in the air as you cook dinner, and when he wakes up with the smell of fresh food, he hooks his chin over your shoulder and wraps his arms around your torso with a sleepy smile.

Today, that cycle breaks.

You card your hand through his hair with a loving smile, lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, and-

Big, pretty eyes immediately blink open before you can make contact, a wide smile splaying over his face, only to drop in worry when you flinch back and fall.

“OH GOD!”

“Oh no!”

An arm quickly darts out to catch you, only to have you half caught, half plopped to the floor. You clutch your chest in fear, “choso! What’re you doing!”

“I… I was just-“

“You scared me, you ass! Why are you pretending to be asleep!”

"I didn't mean to!" he says quickly. "I just got so excited for my kiss... I'm sorry."

Your brows furrow and you plop down next to him on the couch, "what kiss, Cho?"

His cheeks blister into a blush of embarrassment, "When... when I fall asleep, you press a kiss to my forehead, and I really like that. It's something that's simple, but i really enjoy you doing." He buries his face in his hands to hide the way he’s blushing.

You ponder for a few seconds before the lightbulb goes off in your head, “ohhhhh! Your forehead kiss!”

He nods in his hands.

“Babe,” you chuckle. “I can just give you forehead kisses. There not exclusive to when you’re asleep! All you have to do is ask, or let me just come to you naturally. Nine times out of ten, when I come near you, I'm coming in for a kiss." To prove your point, you lean inwards to press a loving kiss to his forehead, then one on his nose, then the corner of his lips. He smiles and turns his head slightly to catch your lips in a kiss, and you pull back with a smile. “I like kissing you. Awake, and asleep.”

“Well I like receiving your kisses,” he says, laying his hand palm up for you to lace your fingers with, which you do happily before bringing his knuckles up to kiss them as well. “I like you giving me affection.”

“And I like giving it to you,” you laugh.

He tosses an arm around your shoulder and pull you close to his side, allowing you to cuddle into him with a happy sigh.

You kiss his cheek, “so… you like getting kissed huh?”

He blushes again and rests his forehead against yours to make eye contact, “don’t push it.”

“Too late, Cho.”

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capricornlevi · 1 month

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nsfw / mdni

"you have ... you have really pretty eyes."

the compliment spills from choso's lips as though they slipped past any mental filter, making him blush as you let out an airy laugh.

it's not that it's not a nice compliment to receive. it's just bizarre timing, considering you've just lowered yourself down onto his cock for the first time.

"t-thank you," you reply with a lilt of amusement to your voice, hands planted firmly on his chest for balance as you adjust to the size of him. "that's really - really nice."

"is that wrong to -" he begins, cutting himself off with a gasp as you slowly start to rock against him. after ten or so seconds, his chest rising and falling unsteadily, he attempts to finish his sentence again. "is that wrong to say?"

you shake your head, eyes meeting his so he sees the fondness in them.

"not wrong. just cute," you say truthfully, lifting one hand to cup his jaw as you fall into a rhythm. he dips his head to meet your touch, soft strands of hair falling from their ties to rest against his forehead. he moans, low and desperate, as if literally melting under your touch. "you're -- you're sweet, y'know? it's what i - i like about you."

he shudders as you sink down on him again, every limb tensing with pleasure -- from the sensation or the returned compliment, you're unsure. maybe both?

luckily for him, you can give as good as you take.

#choso x reader #choso x gn!reader #choso kamo x reader #choso x you #may tries to write #ily choso my beloved my loml my most adored

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nanichi0 · 1 year

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First Time

Fandom/Character: JJK/Choso Kamo

Pairing: Choso x gn!reader

Rating: NSFW, 18+

WC: 2.7k (oneshot)

Content Warnings: fluff and smut, gn!reader (reader’s pronouns aren’t mentioned), domestic au I guess, established relationship, pet names (angel, beautiful, my love, baby), needy!Choso, inexperienced!Choso, virgin!Choso, oral sex (blowjob), throat fucking, lots of kissing, hair pulling, reader is more dominant, sexual teasing, praise, I think that’s everything?

Crossposted on AO3, please leave comments/kudos if you liked it 💖

Synopsis: An inexperienced Choso gets head for the first time <3

Yesterday had been your typical Friday night. Choso had come over, you’d ordered food, and you’d put on a movie. This was one of the ways you liked to spend time with each other, snuggled up on your living room couch. Choso always wanted to be respectful of your time and would usually head out by midnight, saying his goodbye with a peck on your lips and a warm smile.

Yesterday had been your typical Friday night, until it was time for him to go home.

Choso was relatively new to physical affection, so you usually took things slow– a few weeks into your relationship and the most you’d done was a simple kiss, but you didn’t mind as long as he was comfortable. This is why it took you by surprise when his lips had lingered over yours after he said his goodnight, when he had gone back in for a deeper kiss, when you had brushed your tongue past his lower lip and he had let out a soft moan, when you had felt his arms snake around your waist and his hands grip at your sides. Warmth had spread through your whole body. You’d pulled him back toward your room, slipping your own hands under his shirt, wanting more, when he’d suddenly stopped, his breathing heavy and his face flushed. “I- I’m sorry. It’s getting late, I should go,” the words had tumbled from his mouth as he’d hurriedly walked out the door. You had stood there for a few minutes, stunned. Once you had snapped out of it, you sent him a text.

Are you okay? I’m sorry I pulled you back like that, I got carried away and didn’t ask if you were comfortable with it.

He had answered a few moments later.

I’m okay! Don’t worry about it, I’ll see you in the morning :)

And there he was today, teetering back and forth at the entrance to your apartment. It wasn’t very often that you witnessed Choso acting so nervous.

You sighed. “You don’t have to come in if you don’t feel comfortable–“

“It’s not that,” he interjected. “It’s just, last night…” Blush crept up onto his face as he glanced down. “I thought you wanted to go further than kissing and I freaked out.” He looked back up at you. “Not that I don’t want to! I’d love to, I just…I got nervous that I would mess something up, or that I’d do a bad job, or that you wouldn’t like it, or-“

You reached out and held his hand, giving it a squeeze. “Choso, I know you’re not used to this, and it’s okay to mess up. But don’t worry about me for now.” You smiled at him. “I think it might help if we focus on you first,” you said. You gestured towards your bedroom. “Come with me?”

Choso nodded. His large hand still held in yours, he followed you into your apartment and then your room. You closed the door behind you and Choso looked at you. “So…w-what should I do?” he asked. You noticed he was still a little shaky.

You gave his hand another reassuring squeeze before you lifted one of your hands to his head, gently brushed some hair out of his face, and tucked it behind his ear. You slowly traced the black line on the bridge of his nose. “Let’s get you to relax a bit first, okay?” Your hand was on his cheek now as your thumb stroked soothing circles on his skin.

Choso agreed and leaned his head into your touch. You could tell he was already significantly calmer than before. His breathing was back to normal, his posture no longer stiff. His eyes were closed, and a small but sweet smile adorned his face.

With your hand still cupped on his cheek, you leaned in slowly and gave him a soft kiss. You nudged your nose against his. “I love you,” you whispered.

He rested his forehead against yours. “I love you too, angel,” he whispered back.

You kissed him again.

And again.

Slow kisses turned faster, needier, more intense. Choso reciprocated, eagerly pressing his mouth deeper onto yours each time. His hands settled on your hips, holding you in place as though he was scared you would fly off at any second. You nipped at his bottom lip, and he opened his mouth more, allowing you to slip your tongue inside.

Choso’s back was now flush to the door. Your right hand was in his hair, which was free of its usual twin tails, and you raked your nails on his scalp as your tongues danced around each other. Choso was getting more comfortable now, occasionally biting your bottom lip the same way you’d done to him. You pulled away and Choso groaned in protest at the brief loss of contact. So needy already, and you were just getting started. You tugged on his hair, eliciting a moan as you tilted his head to the side and left a trail of sloppy kisses down his jaw. Choso’s grip on your hips tightened every time you licked or left love bites on his neck. Airy, whiny sounds escaped him, music to your ears.

You moved your hands to the hem of his shirt and pulled on it. Choso understood what you wanted and helped you lift it off. This was your first time seeing him like this. Broad shoulders, toned muscles, slim waist– were he made of marble he would belong in a museum. You could hardly contain yourself as your eyes trailed down his torso, seeing his v-line, his stomach, and the trail of dark hair that led down from his navel and disappeared under his sweats.

You kissed his cheek. “Can you sit on the bed for me?”

Choso obliged. Once there, you gently pushed him back until his head was resting on your pillows. You straddled Choso’s thighs and glanced up at his face. Choso stared at you sweetly, expectantly, while he rested his hands on your own thighs. It’s kind of crazy, you thought. How can someone look so cute and vulnerable but so hot at the same time?

Your hands explored his body, tracing his scars and the ridges and curves of his muscles. You could feel his pulse quickening from every light touch, even more so when your fingers dragged along his happy trail, getting closer and closer to his groin. You leaned over him, your lips meeting each other’s once again.

“You’re doing so well, my love,” you said. The praise made Choso blush and you felt him smile as you continued to kiss him. You started working your way back down his neck, his chest, his abs, his stomach, his hips, adorning him with hickeys.

“Talk to me, baby,” you cooed. “How do you feel?” You had moved on further, leaving slow, wet kisses right along his waistband.

“G-good,” he said, his voice breaking when you licked a stripe up to his hipbone. “Really good,” he panted.

His erection was glaringly obvious, and a small patch of precum had been soaking through his sweatpants.

“I can tell,” you said with a grin growing on your face as you lightly touched his clothed length, circling that little wet spot with your finger. You pulled back, scanning his face to make sure he was okay with you doing this. Choso’s chest rose and fell heavily. His eyes were dark and half-lidded in a lustful state, but he was staring at you intently, his lips parted, silently egging you on.

“Can I?” you asked, glancing down at your hand.

“Please,” he breathed.

You shifted yourself off of his thighs. You grabbed his waistband and pulled down his pants. The sight of his length straining against his underwear made you swallow. Your eyes met Choso’s as you placed a kiss on his right upper thigh, and then the left. His cock jumped at the contact, as though it were calling out for you to come closer. In a painstakingly slow motion, you slid his underwear off, too, and you watched his dick spring free. Your mouth was agape and you swear you stopped breathing for a minute.

“Holy shit,” you murmured.

Choso had a pretty cock, there was no other way to say it. It was thick, the perfect length, with a slight upward curve that you just knew would feel heavenly inside you. He was uncut and veiny, and soft tufts of hair framed its base. The very tip of his cock was peeking out, darker than the rest of his skin, glossy and sticky from his precum. You hadn’t noticed how long you’d been entranced by it until Choso called your name. You snapped your eyes back up to his.

“Is it…is everything okay?” Choso asked, his brows slightly furrowed.

You slid your hand up his thigh, giving him a little squeeze. “More than ‘okay,’ Choso, you’re fucking perfect,” you said with a smile. Choso felt warmth spread to his cheeks again as he returned the smile.

You positioned yourself in between his legs and Choso held his breath in anticipation of your next move. But instead he felt your lips go up his right thigh, and then the left thigh. You alternated between the two, moving onto his groin, Choso’s cock twitching every time your hot breath fanned over him. You inched closer…closer…closer, but right when Choso thought you were about to finally touch him there, you pulled away and went back to his thighs. Choso pouted, but what you were doing felt good, and he didn’t want to seem ungrateful, so he didn’t say anything. You followed this sequence a few more times and Choso grew needier by the second, breathy whimpers filling your ears the more you continued your ministrations. You were touching and kissing everywhere but his dick, and he was getting frustrated. Why weren’t you touching it? Couldn’t you see how much he needed it? Couldn’t you see what a mess you were making of him, how much precum was streaming down his length onto the hair below?

Choso opened his mouth in protest and you raised an eyebrow at him, a playful look on your face. You almost felt guilty when you saw how his eyes watered. Choso spoke before you could say anything.

“Baby, please,” he begged, “S-stop teasing me…”

You put on your best innocent expression. “Aw, are you tired of my kisses already?”

“Co- come on, you know what I mean, just touch me already, angel, please. Please let me feel your mouth on m…on my cock.” God, he was so cute like this. So hot when he told you exactly what he wanted.

“Someone’s a little desperate, isn’t he?” you asked, and you don’t think you’d ever seen Choso look as flustered as he did in that moment.

He started to apologize, sweet as always. “I’m- I’m sorry, what you’re doing feels so good, baby, I promise, I just-“

“Shhh, it’s okay, Choso. I know. I was just giving you a hard time, but you’ve been such a good boy for me, I think you’ve earned a little reward.” You pressed your cheek into his thigh, your non-dominant hand going up to massage his hip. You reached your other hand out, finally grabbing Choso’s dick. Choso closed his eyes, his breath halting when you ran your thumb up the underside of it and pulled down his foreskin. Using his precum as lube, you started to work your hand up and down his length in a slow but steady rhythm.

“Fuck,” he moaned softly, followed by a whispered “Thank you, beautiful.”

Choso looked divine as he twitched under your grasp. His hands grabbed at your bedsheets, his hair was splayed out over your pillows, his body was littered with hickeys, and his eyes looked at you with love, adoration, desire.

You partly unwrapped your hand from him and licked up his shaft, paying extra attention to the frenulum before enveloping the entire head of his cock in your mouth. Choso cried out your name, his body jerking forward, one of his hands flying up to grip your shoulder. You tasted the mild saltiness of his precum as you sucked and licked him clean— not that the “cleanliness” would last long, since you proceeded to spit on him before continuing. You gathered your spit, placed your hand around the base of his cock, and began to bob your head up and down while you jerked him off with a circular motion of your wrist, your hand and head in sync. Choso was seeing stars. He was so sensitive, and your mouth felt so warm around him, and every movement of your hand and your lips as they brushed over his veins sent wave after wave of pleasure coursing through his body. He was melting under your touch, singing you a song of moans and curses that encouraged you to continue. You cupped his balls with your other hand and gave them a squeeze. They felt heavy and full and you couldn’t wait to help him drain them. You continued to move your hand up and down on his dick while you lowered your head, taking each of his balls into your mouth to suck on.

“That f-feels so good.” Choso felt the tension in his pelvis growing as you returned to giving him a blowjob. “Can…can I fuck your mouth? Please?”

The question caught you by surprise, given how uncertain he’d been about things when you’d started, but his straightforwardness was hot. Truthfully, you’d let Choso use you however he wanted. You kissed the tip of his cock, your eyes meeting his. Now it was your turn- “Yes, my love. Please do.”

You helped him stand up from the bed and you got on your knees in front of him. Choso placed his hands on your head, bringing your open mouth back to him slowly at first. He bottomed out before slowly pulling back, feeling your lips drag along his cock.

“Ahh, fuck- is that okay, angel? Tell me if you want me to stop.”

“Go ahead, Choso. Don’t hold back for me.”

And then he did as promised. He bucked his hips forward, faster and faster and faster until he set his own pace, his hands gripping onto your hair. You felt him hitting your throat, causing you to gag, but you didn’t care. He was making a mess of you - tears streaming down your face, drool smearing around your mouth and running down your chin, hair tousled and sticking up all over the place - and even still, he thought you were the most beautiful thing in the world.

“You feel so good, baby. So - shit - so fucking pretty…gagging on my cock.” His face was crimson, as if he couldn’t believe the words coming out of his own mouth. His thrusts became sporadic. “Fuck, angel, I’m getting so close!” An overwhelming warmth came over him and his muscles started to contract. His grip on your hair tightened as he pulled you as close as possible. “I ca- oh fuckfuckfuck, I’m cumming!” he gasped and threw his head back, his eyes screwed shut. You felt him twitch in your mouth, ropes of hot cum shooting down your throat, overflowing and dribbling down the corners of your mouth. His body shuddered in the aftershock of his orgasm. You swallowed as much of his release as you could, then cleaned him off, sucking and licking and kissing all over his sensitive cock. He whined from the overstimulation, a fucked out look on his face. You finally released him from your mouth with a pop, and he flopped back down on your bed, completely spent. You laid down next to him and rolled onto your side to kiss his forehead.

“That wasn’t so bad, was it?” you nudged him playfully.

“That…was amazing,” Choso said. He reached out to wipe your tears off. “Thank you, angel. Sorry if I got too rough. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“Don’t worry, I thought it was hot,” you admitted. You were suddenly very aware of the mess in your bottoms from your own arousal. “Speaking of which…we should probably go get cleaned up.”

Choso looked at you, the corners of his mouth turning up into a smile. “Let me return the favor first?”

Well, if he’s offering, there’s no way you’d pass that up.

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chososlilprincess · 5 months

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Virgin Choso who doesnt know why he feels hot one day when he looks at you, something twitching in his pants and his face turns pink from…embarrassment? He doesnt understand these new feelings that come with having a human body, and he doesn’t know why he’s reluctant to ask someone about it. Not you atleast, he couldn’t ask you. What if you thought he was weird? or creepy? why does he even care? he’s never cared about silly things like what others think of him.

When he eventually confides in his younger brother Yuji, he tells him something he can’t pick whether is terrifying or exciting. “its normal bro, you just like her,” he tells him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “and when you like somebody they often make you feel uh…horny,” Yuji said grinning. Choso gets more and more embarrassed as Yuji tells him the basics of the birds and the bees.

Now Choso was in his bed, rock hard in his underwear after thinking about you for a little too long. He thought of what Yuji told him to do when his cock starts feeling weird, he had to ‘jerk off’ which his brother had told him would ’help the ache in his dick but make his feelings for you worse’

Choso sighed and reached a hand down to touch his cock, not yet reaching into his underwear. He sucked in a breath, it was terribly sensitive. pathetic.

He thought about you as he rubbed himself with his hand, thought about how you look when you laugh, about your pretty fucking eyes. The prettiest ones he’d ever seen in his almost 200 years of living. He shudders, and when he looks down again there’s a wet spot forming in his underwear, right where his tip was placed.

He feels dirty, he feels like a pervert. Thinking about his pretty friend while doing something so nasty. It feels wrong. But he needs it, he craves it.

He reluctantly pulls down his boxers, watching as his cock springs up, and it hurts. He thinks of you again, about that one time you stumbled over your own feet, and put your pretty little hand on his chest so you wouldn’t fall.

He touches his tip and he whines. fuck. it’s red and sensitive and little beads of what he assumes is pre cum, leaks out.

He starts playing with himself, grasping his length softly and stroking it once. He lifts up his tshirt and puts it in his mouth, to not make too much noice. it feels so fucking good already.

He begins stroking it slowly. up and down, just doing what feels good. He spits in his hand and brings it back to his cock to continue jerking off. He whimpers.

He’s so desperate for you to like him, for you to touch him, for him to be yours. And for you to be his. He closes his eyes, and he pictures you next to him, your smaller hand replacing his own, stroking him, telling him you love him. He thinks about kissing your pretty lips, holding your cute face in his hands. He thinks about being inside you,

his dick twitches as he groans, spilling his sticky load on his stomach while his whole body shakes. He stares at his mess, breathing heavily while he comes down from his high.

fuck. He wants you so bad, he needs you.

and Yuji was right, the ache in his now softening dick is gone, but the ache in his heart only got worse.

part two here

#choso kamo x reader #choso kamo smut #choso kamo x you #kamo choso x reader #choso fluff #choso smut #choso x you #jjk choso #choso kamo #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk smut #choso x reader #choso x female reader #choso x gn reader

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demovamp · 2 months

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breeding jjk men (ft. satoru, nanami, choso, & sukuna)

cws – gn!amab!reader, breeding kink, ftm!characters, mentions of pregnancy/belly swelling, sukuna lactates, nanami & choso might be ooc, written at 2am, not proofread, lowercase intended

SATORU GOJO :

with satoru, it's a slip of tongue. it could've come from either of you, but in the high of pleasure, all you two cared about was the fact that the word “breed” had made it's way into the air. so, you did what any reasonable person would do;

you grabbed satoru's hips and lifted them off the bed, pushing your dick further into him. your dick plunged into him at a fast, desperate pace. satoru kept his legs spread as best he could for you. his moans and pleas were loud and desperate.

“please, [name]! oh, fuck! right there! fuck me full! don't stop! i want to be fucking leaking your cum… breed me, please. make me a dad, [name].”

and who are you to deny your pretty sorcerer what he wants?

NANAMI KENTO :

nanami is a different story. he doesn't even know he likes the idea of being bred until it slips out of his mouth. he's so composed and together in the beginning, but, fuck him long enough, and he starts telling you all his fantasies. it started with you pulling his hair, then choking him with his tie, then fucking him on his car… bredding, though, is unexpected.

“[name], [name]... i can't - hah… i need more. i need you to cum in me. make me a dad, get me pregnant.”

your hips abruptly stop, dick still buried in his warm hole. you lean over your lover, touching his cheek. “you want a baby?” you whisper. nanami only nods. the look in his eyes show he's still hazy with pleasure, but coherent enough to make such a demand.

it doesnt take long before you're pounding imto him again, condom discarded somewhere. despite the rough pace, you're holding nanami's hands and kissing him repeatedly. “you're taking me so well, love. fucking made for me. you're gonna be an amazing dad. promise.”

CHOSO KAMO :

choso is shy about it. he brought it up because he wanted to experiment from a story he read. he surprises you by laying in bed, naked with his legs spread, pussy on display. a shakily written ‘breed’ and an arrow pointing between his legs were on his stomach. the sight made you chuckle. “you're adorable, cho.” you whisper, kissing him sweetly as you prep him with your fingers. it's only a few minutes later until choso is falling apart on your dick.

“mmph! ah, ah, ah… i… so fast… oh my – ah! [name], [name]... i'm – so good. i like it. i love it. i love you. i love you, i love you…” his confession only spurs you on, thrusting into him rapidly. “i love you, too.” you murmur, wandering kisses landing on his skin gently.

SUKUNA RYOMEN :

sukuna… is a stubborn bastard. no matter what position he's in, he's making demands. he likes just about anything during sex and he'll make it known. this time is different. you found out a secret of his – sukuna lactates. it was an accident, really. you grabbed at his pecs and gave a little squeeze. milk spurted out from his nipple and landed on his chest.

sukuna wasn't embarrassed. more so, pissed off. he was about to say something when you squeezed again, watching more milk dribble out from his nipple. a small whine escaped his mouth at the sensitivity.

no words were said as you resumed your movements, fingers playing with his nipples, watching more and more milk come out.

“awh… look at you. a needy whore spilling all this milk. such a shame it's going to waste…” you coo at him, slowly brushing your thumb over his leaking nipple. “maybe i should get you pregnant. stuff you full, watch your belly swell with my kids…” you smirked at sukuna, watching him break under you with every thrust. “you'd like that, wouldn't you?” he hissed, attempting to give you a look of hatred. problem is, sukuna's eyes always betray him during sex. his usual pissed off expression is contradicted by the haze in his eyes and the redness of his face.

“well? go on then.” he muttered afyer a few moments of silence. his legs spread slightly more, letting your dick push deeper into him. "if you insist."

#— castiel writes #sub jjk #sub sukuna #sub gojo #sub nanami #sub choso #jjk smut #dom male reader #dom gn reader #amab reader #trans fem reader #nanami x reader #choso x reader #sukuna x reader #gojo x reader #tw: breeding #not sfw

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huboi · 29 days

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﹒⪩🕹️⪨﹐I WANNA RIDE﹐♡

╰┈➤ summary; how they react when you ride them

╰┈➤ includes; gn! afab reader, switch! reader, switch! characters, reverse cowgirl, cowgirl, spanking, choking, hair pulling, p in v — jjk (gojo satoru, geto suguru, kento nanami, choso kamo, sukuna ryomen, toji fushiguro), aot — (eren jeager, armin arlert, jean krischtien, connie springer, reiner braun, porco galliard, levi ackerman, erwin smith), genshin impact — (kaeya alberich, diluc ragnivnder, zhongli, xiao, thoma, cyno, tighnari)

╰┈➤ a/n; minors dni! this is 18+ content

THE WHIMPERERS

when you ride him, 9/10 you have to take charge despite him starting off as the dom, as he just becomes too pussy drunk to really think of anything other than your pussy squeezing his cock. you have to shut him up a lot too, as he’s too damn loud, you usually do this via making out with him, your hands against his shoulders to help move yourself up and down.

(jjk) — gojo satoru, CHOSO KAMO (aot) — armin arlert, REINER BRAUN (genshin) — XIAO, THOMA

THE GROANERS

when you ride him, he’ll let you think you’re in charge for the first few minutes, but as soon as he wants to go harder and faster, this man will grab your hips and just pound into you from behind, watching as your ass jiggles against his thighs.

this man will be groaning through the entire thing too, right into your ear to be an ass about it, as he knows that just gets you even more riled up than before, he will spank your ass in this position too, so once you’re finished you won’t be able to sit for a good week or two

(jjk) — KENTO NANAMI, sukuna ryomen, TOJI FUSHIGURO (aot) — jean krischtien, connie springer, ERWIN SMITH (genshin) — ZHONGLI

THE MOANERS

this man fucking moans, low key moans more than you do in this position. wanna be a menace and make him moan more? pull his hair, pull his fucking hair, he can take it like the slut he is

if you spit in his mouth, that just gets him even more riled up, yes this motherfucker is kinky as shit. likes the feeling of your chest pressed against his, also enjoys the intimacy of seeing your facial expressions whilst you use him like a dildo

and that’s why you love him so much <3

(jjk) — geto suguru (aot) — EREN JEAGER, levi ackerman (genshin) — KAEYA ALBERICH, diluc ragnivnder, cyno, TIGHNARI

I DON’T OWN ANY OF THESE CHARACTERS, THEY ALL BELONG TO THE PEOPLE THAT MADE THE SHOW/GAME THEY’RE FROM

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cursingtoji · 5 months

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inspired by this gorgeous fanart

“mm good morning” you smile greeting choso, even before you open your eyes.

his long hair tickles your chest as he leaves sweet kisses on your neck. you extend your arms to hug his shoulders to which he hisses.

“sorry, angel, but your acrylics were particularly sharp last night” he apologizes by giving your cheek a long wet kiss as you move his hair to the side and try to look over his shoulder to see the damage you caused on his back.

“cho~” you whine sadly, not realizing how deep you went until you saw the dark red marks on his pale skin, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“i liked it” he whispers, “but it’ll sting for a little while.”

“how can i make it up to you?” you wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer.

“by joining me in the shower” he pecks your lips, chocolate eyes lovely gazing at you with some black eyeliner smeared underneath.

“let’s go then” you kiss him back taking your time to lightly suck his bottom lip.

“actually” he sits up with you on his lap, “gotta make yuuji breakfast first, so… afterwards?” he asks insecure if you’re willing to stay that long.

and how can you say no when he looks at you like that?

choso gives you a clean boxer and one of his black worn out band shirts before you use his bathroom to remove the remaining of your makeup and brush your teeth.

when you go down stairs choso is scrambling some eggs with nothing but grey sweats on, you shouldn’t tease yourself by approaching him… but he looks so sexy by the stove like that, messy hair down from the usual buns, scratch marks on his back and clearly no underwear.

choso says your name in a warning tone when you kiss the space between his shoulder blades, a sneaky hand goes to his front, feeling his abdomen contract under your palm.

“i know…” you retract your hand before things escalate and yuuji catches you in a compromising situation… again.

last time yuuji wasn’t even supposed to be home, so you two took the liberty of fucking on the couch and almost breaking a limb when the pink haired boy arrived from the party that ended up sooner than expected covering his eyes and shouting apologies while choso cussed him and you tried to calm him down and cover your chest at the same time.

well at least it was a funny story to tell your friends the next day.

choso calls for yuuji before turning off the stove and adjusting his pants. you put some coffee for the two of you then take a seat at the table.

he’s still looking for something inside the fridge when yuuji arrives, slapping a hand on his brother’s bare back.

“oh hey, good morning” he greets you with a smile while choso softly curses in the back.

“morning yuuji” you smile back, rubbing a hand on choso’s arm as he sits down slowly next to you trying to not touch his now very sore back on the chair.

“so…” yuuji takes his plate of eggs and juice then joins you at the table, “who’s paying for my noise cancelling headphones?”

#pov sukuna is the third brother who gets off at the sound of you in the next room #choso x reader #choso x you #choso x gn reader #jjk x reader #jjk x you #choso kamo

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narcissistshandler · 8 months

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𝗣𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗘, 𝗕𝗘 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗘𝗡𝗧

and here we go again in more smuts I write in 40 minutes randomly overnight. the choso part in the trailer keeps popping up for me all over my social media, so that's for everyone who has this man as husband! top!amab! reader and bottom!choso below. this was written to be read as gn, so if anything is wrong please let me know!

Choso always made the cutest sounds during sex. He was a very domestic and simple man, most of the time he would ask you in a soft voice to turn off the lights before continuing what you were doing, (even though you two knew the darkness of the room did little to hide the flush in his face, his open mouth in an involuntary movement or how his cock twitched at the smallest of compliments). He usually liked looking at your face during sex and blushed like a virgin when you tried anything in daylight. And after one of the neighbors complained about the noise, Choso not only started to avoid them, he also started to have a habit that you hated:

He started trying to be as quiet as possible in bed.

You weren't happy about it. It was hard to actually hear any of the moans or whimpers your husband made when you fucked him exactly like he had wanted all day during which he tried to show you with the eyes - it was never a difficult task, considering you were always itching to have him under you, anytime.

What sounded like a snarl reached your ears, muffled by the pillow Choso was hugging to his face, your pillow.

Your fingers dug into his lean hips, ring sunk into his skin in a way that should hurt and thumbs pressing hard over the knobby bones you pulled him back against you with each thrust, so hard that every time your thighs and his ass met, the twinge of pain shot through your senses.

In the low light, his long hair blended into the darkness and your shadow fell over his torso. You two were completely naked, skin to skin, and even condom use had been discarded when you entered into a relationship.

You liked having him like this, with no barriers between you, raw and messy and wet. Choso liked it too, as much as he never said it out loud, you knew.

He also liked it when you came inside him. It left him feeling used and dirty and belonging to you. It was another one of those things that would be hard to get him to admit, but that was okay too.

"I am close." Your voice filled the stuffy air in the room.

All the windows were closed and the curtains drawn, both the front door and the bedroom door were locked, making it difficult for air to circulate. The idea of getting caught during sex by anyone was mortifying to Choso to the point where he didn't even like you using the scenario as dirty talk.

Big brother thing, you concluded, even if today only you and choso were home.

Choso's knuckles turned white where he gripped the pillow, so hard that the ripping sound rang out, the golden band of the wedding ring shining even in the dark on his finger. His hole tightened around you, helping the boiling sensation of pleasure just build in your stomach.

Your hips reacted on their own, shooting forward, back into your husband's relaxed, wet hole.

"Where should I come?" you questioned, wheezing occasionally interrupting your speech. "Should I take it off?"

It was a mere tease, as you knew how possessive Choso was when it came to your cum, he hated it being wasted, but in his delusional pleasure mind, that should have sounded more like an threat.

He seemed to mutter an irritated reply that was once again muffled by the pillow.

"I can't understand what you're talking, darling," you said as you started to back away, leaving Choso's warmth. You had to fight the immediate urge to just shove back in him and fuck him until you came.

The response was immediate, Choso's hole tightening so hard it looked like it wanted to suck your cock. He pushed the pillow away, allowing you to see the trace of tears on his face and the mess of saliva on his chin.

Beautiful.

"D-don't take it off," he pleaded sweetly. Maybe because he'd been fucked for so long his voice sounded loud, almost like a scream he didn't seem aware of. "In-inside... C-come in me." He repeated, sounding desperate: "Come in me."

And who were you to deny him anything?

Using your grip on his hips, you began to fuck him, eagerly, almost violently. Your cock eased in and out of him, being engulfed by the heat of his tight walls.

Choso's lips were trembling, his whole body was trembling - you noticed right away - and you wanted nothing more than to lean over and kiss him. But you forced yourself to just watch as his eyes rolled back, his arms hugging the pillow to his chest as the husky, sweet moans you loved most fell from his mouth.

Your nails pressed into his skin and you came, hard, hips swaying in erratic thrusts to enjoy the pleasure coursing through you. Your cock twitched and spurted inside him, marking his entrails with your belongings.

Choso gasped for air, body writhing on the sheets and you saw the exact moment he came all over his stomach and your pillow. Coming into him was enough to send him into his own orgasm.

Now you kissed him, grabbing the pillow between your chests and throwing it towards the floor. You swallowed each of his sighs; sweat and semen forming a mess between your bodies and before the memory of the inconvenient neighbor and the anxiety of being heard by strangers during sex returned, you rotated your hips in slow circles still inside him, extracting every reaction and every ounce of pleasure from him and gently led him on for a second round, then a third...

Then, you made Choso so loud that none of the neighbors had the nerve to come and complain the next day. Inflamed by it, after being fucked to the point he limped the next day and his throat got hoarse, he never tried to hide his moans from you ever again, even at the risk of being heard by his younger brothers.

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getonite · 13 days

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YOU MURDERED ME! ON ROBLOX!

contains. teen!geto + gojo, choso, yuji, + megumi x gn!reader ( fem for gojo ). "you're mad cuz they killed you in roblox." sfw, kinda not funny, cringe. ( creator was lazy, this is bad )

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niki-phoria · 18 days

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⋆｡°✩ I KISSED THE SCARS ON HER SKIN / I STILL THINK YOU'RE BEAUTIFUL

kissing their cursed marks with itadori yuuji, inumaki toge, kamo choso

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), maybe ooc choso ?? he's a little insecure, sad yuuji, not proofread, header from pinterest, title from pierce the veil - a match into water

ITADORI YUUJI has the weight of the world on his shoulders. it’s a heavy burden to be the vessel of the strongest curse jujutsu sorcerers have ever seen - one that places an unrelenting amount of pressure on him to be perfect, lest the world be destroyed due to a moment of lost control.

yuuji moves in a daze as he trudges back to jujutsu high. some of the tension in his shoulders relaxes when he notices you, curled up on the couch in the common area, patiently awaiting his return.

you look up when he closes the door behind him, tossing your phone to the side. “long day?”

yuuji sighs, all but collapsing onto the couch beside you. his head finds a place in your lap, resting against your thighs. “i had another meeting with the higher-ups.”

you frown, gently beginning to card your fingers through his hair in the hopes of providing some comfort. yuuji looks up at you, unshed tears stinging in the corners of his eyes. “what if i lose control and he takes over again? what if i hurt you?”

“you won’t. and if you do, you’ll fight like hell until you get it back.” your fingers twist around strands of his hair; your nails gently massage against his scalp. yuuji closes his eyes when you brush your fingers against the small mark near his left eye. your touch is gentle - comforting. his breath hitches when you lean down, pressing a fleeting kiss against the scar. “i trust you, yuuji.”

INUMAKI TOGE’S hands burn as he wraps them around a hot cup of tea, feeling the warmth of the boiling water through the ceramic. his smile is hidden behind the hem of his jacket when you slip into the chair beside him, holding your own cup.

underneath the golden glow of the kitchen lights, toge can see the fresh bruises littering your knuckles. he’ll have to remember to pick up some ointment the next time he goes out for cough medicine, he notes.

“is your throat feeling any better?”

“salmon,” toge nods. he tugs the hem of his jacket down just enough to expose his mouth before taking a sip of his now bearably warm tea. your own drink goes forgotten as you watch him, your gaze trained on the curse marks near his lips.

“tuna?” toge asks, cocking his head at you in confusion.

“everything’s fine. it’s just…” you softly smile, hesitantly reaching up to rest your hand against his cheek. toge watches with wide eyes when your fingers brush against the edges of his cursed mark. the skin is rough against your skin - permanently embedded with the mark of the inumaki clan. “you’re very handsome, toge.”

his face burns at the praise and toge has to resist the urge to hide behind the safety of his uniform again.

but he doesn’t.

instead, he leans into your hand, encouraging you to continue your ministrations. there are a million words lingering on the tip of toge’s tongue. but in the quiet of the night, nothing else needs to be said.

mornings with you were quickly becoming the favourite part of KAMO CHOSO’S day. waking up to your body curled up beside his; watching you carefully style your hair in front of the bathroom mirror; dancing around the kitchen together as you attempt to make breakfast - he could never get enough.

it was part of your routine. choso would watch you with an attentive gaze and a soft smile. today, however, was different. choso studies his reflection in the mirror, his eyes fixated on the mark stretching across his nose.

“hey,” you whisper, placing a hand against his back. “is everything okay?”

choso relaxes a little at your touch before turning to face you. “do you think my curse mark looks weird?”

“no. of course not.” you furrow your eyebrows, cocking your head at him in confusion. “do you?”

he remains silent, stealing another glance at the mark across his cheeks. “it’s just… humans don’t have curse marks. i thought you would prefer how i look without one.”

“choso,” you whisper. he can feel heat rising to his cheeks when you reach over to tilt his face to look at you. the edge of your thumb brushes against the edge of the mark; your fingers gently caress his cheek. he remains still when you slowly lean in, pressing a few stray kisses against his cheeks. “i love you. and your cursed mark. please don’t ever forget that.”

an unfamiliar warmth settles itself into choso’s chest. it’s a feeling he’s still not used to - how his heart beats faster around you. he softly smiles, leaning his cheek against your hand. “i love you too.”

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emmyrosee · 5 months

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uuuhhhhhmmmmMMMMM….

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“Hey?”

“Hi.”

Interrupting his cooking, your hands come up to gently slot Choso’s face, smiling lovingly up at him while you angle him to face you. His chopping fingers still as you divert his attention, and he gives you a small smile and let his eyes wander your face. “Whatcha doin’?”

You raise on your tiptoes to plant a small kiss to his lips, “mwah.”

“Mwah,” he echos, his eyes dancing over your face affectionately.

“One more-“ you raise on your toes again to plop another kiss on his lips, “mwah!”

“Mwah.”

“Okay,” you hum, kissing his cheek and patting his back lovingly, “you can go back to cooking. Let me know when you need me.”

“I always need you,” he calls.

You just really like kissing Choso. You knew you liked it from the second you’d kissed him for the first time, unable to stop thinking about him and how right kissing him felt, you love kissing him like breathing and it feels just as comforting.

You kiss him anywhere and everywhere, grateful for the man you call your boyfriend and his chivalry of never letting you go too long without a kiss, or letting you kiss him whenever or wherever you see fit.

Like how the other day, driving home, he paid no mind as you grabbed his hand gently from the wheel, planting tiny kisses on the pads of his fingers and knuckles before letting it go back to its perch on the wheel.

Or, when you’re cuddling, and you slowly start kissing the sharpness of his jawline, not to mark it up, but sheerly because it’s the perfect area to sponge sticky kisses on, and he wraps his arms around you, as if to shield the action from the sunlight pouring in the windows.

Or, when you'd been rough housing for who knows how long, and once you rolled on top of him victoriously, you were able to pin his hands next to his head and pepper kisses over his scrunched face.

"It tickles," he complained.

You shrugged and smiled mischievously down at him, "that's punishment for losing."

You both know his words are empty, and he loves kissing you as much as he loves receiving them.

More than anything, your need to kiss Choso is nothing short of an obsession, compulsory and tkes over your mind and soul where you can't even begin to process going on with your day until the fixation is settled.

Not that either of you have ever complained.

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chosocutegf · 1 month

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Choso x gn!reader

cw: none

Choso loves doing your skin care routine. He doesn’t have one of his own, but the intimacy that comes from it makes him feel all giggly inside, and he can’t have enough of that.

After putting your pyjama on, you head to the bathroom, and that’s when you hear Choso catching up behind you. You suppress your smile when you stand in front of the sink and see your boyfriend arriving from the mirror. “What are you doing, baby?,” he asks softly as he stands behind you and wraps his arms around your middle.

“Skincare,” you murmur, trying to suppress a grin as you take your headbands. Choso insisted to have one himself, since to him ‘he couldn’t leave you alone when you did your masks’. You give him the frog one before putting yours.

When you look back at the mirror you see your grown up boyfriend, that usually scares everyone with his bored look, standing there with frog’s eyes standing up from his unruly dark hair. You stifle a chuckle before you turn around and cup his face in your hands. “Cute,” you murmur before standing on your tiptoes and pecking his lips.

When you pull back you see a blush spreading over his ears and neck at your words. You take a moment to observe his uncovered forehead, a rare sight that makes your stomach fill with butterflies. “You’re cute too,” he tells you and your face softens at the tenderness behind his words.

After washing both of your faces, you take two sheet masks. “I want the blueberry one,” Choso tells you as he leans closer to you, taking a look at the masks’ envelops.

You chuckle at his words and turn to look at him, deciding to tease him a little. “And what if I wanted that one?,” you ask him, raising your brows.

Choso frowns at your words and takes a moment to look at you before pursing his lips. “Fine… I’ll take the Aloe one,” he mutters, looking back at you with furrowed brows.

You let out a soft chuckle at that, because how precious is he? If you wished, he would give you the entire world.

“Kidding… you can take the blueberry one,” you tell him, kissing his shoulder before turning to the sink to open the masks. You take out his, and after you have spread out the sheet, you turn to him. The mask dangles from your hands while you look up at him and realise that you can’t reach him. He is too tall.

“Lean down,” you tell him and he smirks. “Magic word?,” he asks you, tilting his head to the side smugly. He was enjoying it, he always did. You roll your eyes and sigh, narrowing your eyes at him. “You’re insufferable, you know that?” you mutter, glaring at him, unable to hide your smile.

He chuckles softly and raises his brows. “Am I?,” he retorts, clicking his tongue against his teeth. Then, he leans down and steals a kiss from your lips, before murmuring against them, “so… magic word?”

“Please…,” you mumble, trying to stop the smile spreading on your lips. He knows the effect a simple kiss from him has on you, and he revels in that.

After leaving another kiss on your cheek, he nods and pulls back, letting you put the sheet mask on his face.

When you’ve put both of them on his and your face, you look back at the mirror. The sight is both hilarious and cute at the same time; on one side, Choso is standing taller with his frog headband, a satisfied expression on his face covered with the mask sheet. And on the other, there is you.

It’s no lie that you two are really a good couple, complimenting each other in every aspect.

However, when you see a smile cracking on Choso’s face, you physically can’t hold back yours. Before you know it, both of you burst into a fit of laughter.

You have to turn around to try to stop laughing, since looking back at your boyfriend makes you laugh even harder. Soon after, tears well up in your eyes and you’re folded in two while Choso leans against the sink, his head tilted back while he loudly laughs.

“Stop laughing!,” you try to say, but Choso shakes his head while he tries to breath over the laughter. You feel the sheet mask moving away from your face from the broad smile on your face, so you decide to head to the door, needing to put distance between you two.

“Come back!,” he calls after you, following you outside the bathroom. You let out a little scream when he grips your hips and pulls you back against his chest. You hold your mask against your face while you lean back, chuckling. Choso leans down and starts to leave little kisses on your neck. “You’re so precious like this…,” he murmurs against your skin.

You try to squirm away from his grip from the feeling of his wet mask against your skin. “Stop, Cho!” You whine as you try to push him away. He holds you tighter, observing you with a love struck expression.

You turn your head to look at him, letting out a soft chuckle at how intensively he is observing at you. “What?,” you ask him softly, before you pout playfully. “Am I ugly?,” you ask him.

He shakes his head, his smile widening, “ugly? I don’t think that word can be put in the same sentence as you,” he murmurs before he leans closer and kisses your lips, careful because of the masks. You feel butterflies flying freely in your stomach, and you wonder how can he still have this effect on you even after years.

“I just thought I would love to take a picture of you,” he murmurs against your lips, and you widen your eyes, squirming away from his grasp, interrupting the tender moment. “Never!,” you scream before running away.

Needn’t to say that, from that moment on, you denied him to be there when you put your masks on.

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#choso kamo #choso #choso x you #choso fluff #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso x female reader #choso x y/n #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso x gn reader #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x y/n #jjk x you #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk x male reader

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aae-tuu · 5 months

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Walk em like a dog

Ft: K. Choso (gn!reader, fluff, choso being cute, love this man tehe)

WHOAAA A NEW CHARACTER

Choso likes walking behind you.

And not in a way weird way or anything.

He just prefers it if you’re walking ahead of him.

You don’t know if it’s because he doesn’t know where he’s going half the time and he follows you because he assumes you do know where you’re going, or if it’s to keep an eye on you better.

But in reality, his admiration for you runs so deeply that when he walks behind you, he’s able to appreciate the way you carry yourself without being flustered by those pretty eyes of yours.

He likes when you lead the way and take precedence as he follows you around like a puppy, always willing to have deference when it comes to you.

You could be walking for days, months, years nonstop and he would be right behind you, happy to follow your lead no matter where it goes. As long as it’s you he doesn’t mind.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #choso x reader #choso kamo x reader #jjk x reader #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gn!reader

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nanichi0 · 1 year

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NSFW Choso Drabble

Character/Series: Choso Kamo/JJK

Rating: NSFW, minors DNI

Length: ~530 words

CW: AFAB!reader (reader’s pronouns are not mentioned), Choso has a lot of cum and love to give, cumplay and creampie mention, no other warnings really

Notes: It took so much willpower to not bring my breeding kink into this, but I’m saving that for another longer thing lol. Oh and there’s no mention of any canon JJK stuff other than Choso’s name so ig you could replace him with your fav and it’ll work all the same 😂❤️

Choso loves making a mess out of you in bed.

He pushes your naked body down and gets on his knees, leaving trails of sloppy kisses up your thighs. When he reaches your clit he sucks on it slowly, gently, applying just enough pressure to make you squirm under him from the pleasure, but not enough for you to orgasm. Choso eats you out until you’re dripping in a mixture of his saliva and your own arousal. Once he thinks you’re ready, he stands back up and slips his underwear off. Choso spits on his cock and rubs it against your pussy, using it to nudge your clit over, and over, and over again. He gradually adds more pressure every time his dick grazes against your entrance, until he eventually slips in just the tip, drawing a gasp out of you as he pulls back out and repeats the motion. Choso loves to tease you, loves the sounds that fill the room in the process— the loud squelching of wet body parts rubbing together, his name falling off your lips, your sweet voice begging for him to please, please fuck you. His pleasure builds upon hearing your pleads and seeing your desperate facial expressions. “Not yet,” he says, continuing his movements. “Just a little longer, angel. Just a little longer and I’ll fill you up like you deserve.” When he feels that he’s reaching his first orgasm he uses his hand to stroke himself. “Spread it for me, baby,” he breathes. You comply, dipping your hand down to part your lower lips. Choso loves how you look so vulnerable and inviting, opening yourself up just for him. And just like that, he reaches his high. Spurts of cum shoot onto your pussy and fingers. It’s so warm, and sticky, and there’s so fucking much of it. You bring your hand up to your mouth to clean your fingers off. Choso’s face is flushed, his mouth open slightly as he admires you and the lewd scene between your legs. You look ravishing, he thinks. He watches the rise and fall of your chest and meets your lustful gaze. You know what comes next. Choso loves what comes next. He grips his cock, still hard despite the massive load he just decorated you with. In precise motions he uses it to swipe his cum toward your entrance. Then he slowly pushes in, fucking his cum into you where it belongs. You’re always so good for him, so patient, so he makes sure to reward you for it. With his seemingly never-ending stamina Choso does as he promised. He fucks you until you can’t possibly cum anymore. He fills you up until your body can’t hold it in and you’re oozing cum onto the bedsheets no matter how many times Choso tries to push it back inside. And it’s at that point, when you’re a completely spent mess of cum and spit and sweat, that Choso finally stops. He kisses you and cleans you up, of course, already thinking about the next time he’ll get to do this with you. Choso loves making a mess out of you, and he loves that you’re his.

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agendercrisisx · 29 days

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Choso whining cause you feel so good. Every noise is escaping his lips. He can't control himself. In the slightest. You feel so fucking good bouncing on his cock. Grinding against his pelvis, and moaning his name. His mind is a blur, he can't focus on anything but how good you make him feel.

Tears already standing the pillow beneath him. You haven't let him come for hours, and the poor man is getting quite sensitive. Every pulse from you, has him gasping for air. He is doing his most to keep himself from coming, but you're making it increasingly difficult. He wanna do good for you, but its so damn hard, when you feel so fucking good.

#samx|imagine|#smut #x gn reader #gn!reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #kamo choso #jjk choso #choso x reader #choso smut #jujutsu kaisen choso #choso kamo #jjk x reader smut #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader

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highdefhoetry · 6 months

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jjk men when they find out you're ticklish

disclaimer: although this is mostly fluff, the author is an adult & this is their kink. minors dni, do not like, do not reblog, do not follow.

Gojo

Gojo is playfully sadistic, and you discover that the hard way. He finds out how ticklish you are very quickly; he’s handsy, and painfully observant. You try to stifle your laughter and keep your body still every time his large hands roam around your waist, but nothing gets past his Six Eyes. He sees how hard it is for you to hold back your reaction, how much your body trembles when he caresses you gently. It’s not long before he starts tickling you for real, cherishing the sound of your wild giggling.

Now that he knows you’re ticklish, it’s like he can’t keep his hands off of you. Your stomach seems to be his favorite spot, but he’ll get you anywhere if he has access to it. He uses his size and strength to his advantage, often pinning you down so tight you can barely move. When he’s got you trapped, he grins down at you with that feral smile of his, one that sends icy shivers down your spine. He loves watching you try struggling to break free, knowing it’s futile, knowing you have no way to escape what’s coming until he’s satisfied and lets you go. Then, after a few long moments of anticipation, he starts tickling every inch of your body, poking and prodding into your sensitive skin as he searches for your worst spots. And when he finds them, he teases you endlessly.

“This is where you’re weak, right?”

“You cryin’? Can’t take it? That’s too bad. I’m nowhere near finished with you.” He gets so excited, grins like a madman as he watches you giggle and squirm beneath him. And when he finds out you actually like it? It’s all over. He teases you whenever he can, just to see you get flustered and shy, then tickles you even more.

And after seeing how much fun he has tickling the shit out of you, you start to wonder if he’s got a thing for it, too!

Geto

Geto finds out you’re ticklish pretty easily. He did it one day when you were having one of your lighthearted arguments and was amused at how easily his tickles took you down. Now, he tickles you mostly just to annoy you, but also because he thinks it’s cute how sensitive you are. He seems to focus more on your sides and underarms, since those are easiest for him to grab on a whim. He’s a fan of interrogation, often tickling you until you agree to do or say what he says.

“Give up yet? I’m not stopping until you do!”

“Beg all you want, I’m gonna keep tickling you if you don’t do what I say!”

He laughs along with you, soaking up your sweet laughter and bubbly smile. He’s usually more playful than mean, letting up when you admit defeat or agree to his demands, but sometimes he has a cruel streak. One time, he tickles you until you have tears in your eyes and can barely breathe. His big hands roam up and down your body, tickling your helpless body as you shriek and squeal. Even when you say uncle, he keeps going while laughing along with you. When he finally lets up, it takes you a few minutes to catch your breath. He feels a little guilty for tiring you out, so he gives you plenty of hugs afterward and apologizes for going too far.

But when he finds out that you actually like being tickled, he just smiles and laughs a little to himself.

“Really? No wonder you always antagonize me. I guess I’ll just have to tickle you more, then.”

And he does! He might not be as into it as you are, but he loves doing it anyway. Especially because that means he gets to see your beautiful smile.

Choso

Choso finds out that you’re ticklish by complete accident. And when he does, he plays it cool. He acts like he didn’t notice the way your body quivered when he touched your waist, or the quiet, squeaky noises you made when his hand ran down your side. He raises a brow, smirks softly as he watches you shiver from his touch, but he doesn’t comment on it right away. He waits for the right moment to get you, and when you’re least expecting it, he takes you by complete surprise.

He straddles your waist because that gives him access to most of your body, and he knows you’re not strong enough to fight him off. He keeps a neutral face for the most part, but you see a small smirk creep across your face as you start to laugh preemptively. He’s the type to comment on all your reactions, not realizing how much his words are flustering you until your laughter increases in pitch.

“Woah, you’re already laughing before I even touch you? You must be really ticklish."

He has a lot of experience tickling other people, being a big brother and all. He knows which spots are the worst, and exploits them as much as he can. But he also finds your secret hidden spots, like the back of your neck and that crease between your thighs and hips. It tickles so bad you almost lose your mind.

“You laugh so hard when I tickle you here, this must be a bad spot for you."

And as he explores you more, he starts making guesses as to which spots are the worst.

“I just know you’re ticklish, riiiight… here.”

Then, when he's discovered all of your sensitive areas, he'll tickle you all over, giving plenty of attention to each little spot that makes you scream.

He’s mean in his own way, but he knows when to stop and give you breaks. After you’re done playing, he makes sure you drink water and gives you lots of cuddles. But of course, he'll sneak in a few tickles too, when you're least expecting.

He's pretty nonchalant when he finds out you like being tickled. He shrugs and gives you a half-smile, responding in his typical neutral tone.

"Tickling, huh? I should've known. That's pretty cute, though. Now c'mere..."

Nanami

Nanami loves punishment tickles, much to your surprise. You didn’t think a man as serious as him would be into something most people consider childish and juvenile. You thought wrong.

Nanami was stern and tolerated no nonsense. You couldn’t resist messing with him and were constantly trying to get him to crack a smile or show any kind of emotion. You try tickling him at one point, gently poke his sides to see how he’ll react. His expression is unfaltering; it’s like you’re jabbing a rock. You give up, but find other ways to get on his nerves.

After acting like a brat all day without consequences, you’re taken aback when he suddenly grabs your arms and holds them behind your back. Fear strikes through your heart, and you wonder what he’s planning to do. Then, he digs his fingers into your ribs, tickling you there until you scream. It comes as a complete shock, and since you didn’t see it coming, you find it impossible to control your reactions. He’s quite rough, opting for harder tickles instead of soft teasing ones, holding you firmly in place while you thrash around madly. He’s not messing around anymore; he wants to see you suffer. He keeps his expression hidden behind thick goggles and watches you writhe under his hands without a hint of a smile on his face, barely saying a word while he tickles you mercilessly.

“This is what you get. You just don't listen."

You try begging, bargaining, saying anything to get him to stop, but he keeps tickling you until you’re completely out of breath and worn out from all the struggling.

“Are you ready to be good?” he asks as he grabs your chin, yanking it upwards after he finally stops. “Or are you gonna keep being a brat?”

Even if you say yes and promise to listen, he still tickles you more to show he means business. Then he pats your head and cups your cheek, giving you a small kiss on your forehead. He may be strict, but he does cares for you.

Tickling becomes his go-to method when he wants you to behave. You pretend to hate it, but he can tell how much you love it. You wouldn’t keep bratting him so much otherwise.

Toji

Toji is a true sadist. He usually prefers harder play, but when he finds out how ticklish you are and how much it makes you cry and beg, he bares his teeth in a wicked grin and makes a habit out of tickling you incessantly. He becomes addicted to your suffering, often tickling you to the point of tears. And when he’s in this kind of mood, he won’t stop even if you threaten to piss yourself. He’ll mock you, parroting back your pleas and futile attempts to appeal to his humanity.

“‘Stooop, it tickles!’ It’s supposed to, sweetie. Now shut your mouth and take it.”

“Oh, you’ll do anything? Beg harder and maybe I’ll show mercy.”

He never does. His hands dig into your ribs, spider up and down your sides, attack you at random so you can’t anticipate his next move. He tickles hard, to the point where you can barely form words or sentences, and seems partial to your hips and thighs. The way he squeezes them and kneads your skin makes you shriek in a high-pitched tone that could break glass.

“Cry all you want. You can’t do anything to stop me.”

He’s right. All you can do is thrash around and pray that he’ll stop soon.

You’re a complete mess when he finally lets up. You feel your tangled hair plastered with sweat against your face and forehead as you gasp desperately for air, all while he smiles down at you like a wild dog about to chew up its toy. He looms over you, and you fear that he’ll start up again, but instead he leans forward and kisses your head.

“I like seeing you this way,” he says. “We should play again another time.”

Sukuna

Sukuna is a complete monster. A tickle monster, in fact. Having four strong arms comes in handy when you’re a ler, and when he finds out you’re one of those ticklish humans who absolutely can’t stand it, he takes advantage of you every chance he gets.

The first time he tickles you is unintentional. He treats you like a pet, commanding you to sit next to him so he can caress and fondle your soft skin and supple body whenever he pleases. The tips of his long, sharp fingernails lightly graze your arms, shoulders, and neck, prompting a few spluttered giggles from you. He takes note of your reaction, strokes the same spots again, and smirks when you laugh and squirm around once more. He does this for a while longer, enjoying the stifled squeals that escape your lips and the way your body twitches with every touch.

“What’s the matter, pet?” He teases as he slides a finger down your spine. “Hold still, or I’ll make you.”

At a certain point, he can’t hold back any longer. He grabs your wrists with two hands, then pins you down with your arms stretched above your head, giving him access to your entire upper body. Your heart bangs against your chest, drumming intensely as the King of Curses stares down at you with lust and hunger. With his two free hands, he starts to slowly stroke his nails up and down your sides, never relenting or changing the pace. Up and down, up and down, up and down. You can’t move a muscle, and there’s no hope of wriggling out of his grasp, so all you can do is laugh. He starts exploring you, lightly tickling your underarms until you scream and spidering your stomach with all ten fingers. Surprisingly, he seems to like giving you lighter tickles. Probably because those drive you insane more so than harder ones.

He doesn’t let you go until he’s had his fill of your laughter. Then, he leaves you to recover on your own as he tends to other matters. It’s what you’ve come to expect.

Later on, when he finds out you’re into it, he scoffs and shakes his head.

“What, you actually enjoy this?” He throws back his head to laugh. “You are an interesting human. I think I’ll keep you around.”

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