#{♡}: choso

[dabisbratz]

fiendin’ for that sweet spot — choso x male reader

w.c: 3.2k

WARNING: dirty talk, bondage/restraints, edging, slight feminization, creampie, panty-stuffing, d/s undertones, bottom!male reader, amab aligned, praise, degradation, mocking, established relationship, short aftercare, cmnm (clothed male, naked male), use of the word ‘pussy’

a/n: why did this render me speechless… once again waiting on tumblr to fix the read more command ):

There’s a lot of things preventing you from focusing. For one, the quirk of Choso’s pink lips makes your thoughts linger to his soft kisses and gentle embrace. His lips are always so warm and comforting against your skin, he’s always so tender and gentle when it comes to you. But it’s not just his lips that leave a dizzy daze in your head, that clouds your vision from the walking dream in front of you. There’s his hair, that you love to tug on and braid, rubbing miscellaneous shapes and patterns into his scalp. There’s his eyes, deep and dark, but kind and beautiful. His eye contact lights you on fire, burns you from the inside out.

Then… There’s his hands. Large and well taken care of, fingers wrapped around a silver spoon as he digs into an appetizingly saturated tiramisu. His clipped nails shine in the dimly lit restaurant, leading up to his knuckles that look much better when they’re not swollen and blood soaked, but rather kissed or buried inside you. The tendons in his hand flex and flutter when he twirls the spoon, dipping it into the white, creamy topping that sticks to his lips.

He’s too perfect. Everything you weren’t, with a blood mark decorating his cheeks and a smile brighter than the moonlight outlining the city buildings. If you saw muted hues of gray and blue, he’d make up the specks of magenta in between. You saw the love in his eyes, extraordinarily bright and homely, unconditional and unrelenting. You return it and so, so much more.

You sigh, dreamy and enamored with your boyfriend as you push your cheek into your palm. Choso catches the sound almost immediately, straightening up and nearly smacking his back against the polished wooden booth. His lips curl into a frown, pulling at his decorated cheeks until you’re snapping back to reality.

“What’s wrong?” His eyebrows twitch, but he doesn’t look angry. It’s not like him to remain very expressive facially anyway, but you find a smile threatening to spread across your face. As if he’s discovered the answer himself, he scoops up a generous bite of the sweet and pushes the spoon into your face.

“What? No, it’s nothing, I just— thank you — I’m just thinking,” The dopey smile on your face is telling, even as your eyes focus on the spoon in front of you. It’s way too big a bite for you to chew, and you’re not even interested in the sweet, but the gesture is kind and thoughtful. One hand hovers below the spoon, careful to catch any fallen cream. You almost feel bad for stiffening up at the view of his hands in your face. “There’s something else I’m hungry for.”

Oh. There it is again, that breathy tilt to your voice that you’ve been pulling all night, paired with the lingering touches to his body or the brushing of knees under the table. Your boyfriend clears his throat, letting his hand drop to the table with a fairly loud thud. It’s hard for Choso to remain stoic under your gaze, under your warm hands that rub his skin juuust right, under you as you bounce on his cock like your life depends on it.

“Choso.” Your voice sounds whiny now, as if you’ve given up trying to keep your composure.

He imagines the sound of his name on your tongue. Light and heavy, sweet and savory. He imagines you moaning his name right against the table, his warm hands cupping your cheek as he pushes it into the wood. He imagines spoiling you. Right here, right now.

You’ve always been spoiled. You’re his spoiled boy, constantly showered with gifts and doted on. When he’s not chasing the high of vengeful fights or treating contusions, he’s by your side. Tonight is a great example of that, a lavish dinner at a lavish restaurant where only the most lavish of people attend.

Be patient.” Can’t have everyone in this restaurant knowing you cry like a whore the second you see cock, can we? Electricity shoots through his pants as you whine again, squirming in your leather seat until your shoe is pressing against his crotch and your arms are straight in front of your own, almost as if you’re rutting against them in your chair.

At least the bill had already been left.

You were quite a simple riddle. You’ve always had a few twists and turns, but once Choso’s lips were on yours you were so easy to figure out; so welcoming as if you wanted to be figured out. Choso had you mapped out the best, with every nook and cranny and divot of your body. With every spot that made your eyes roll so prettily into your head, with every spot that made you jolt forward and needy.

You might as well tackle him onto the bed, watching him bounce on the springy mattress with wide eyes. You’re stripping before he can process, pulling your tie over your head and hastily undoing his own, unbuttoning your dress-shirt until it’s discarded somewhere on the floor, and unzipping your increasingly tightening slacks. Choso watches you, his hands now resting on your hips so he can lift you up when it’s time to shimmy out them.

His eyes catch lavender under your fly, then speckles of your warm skin, like it’s not completely covered. He holds you by the back of your thighs once they’re under your buldge, but he can’t help but flip you down into the bed when he realizes what he’s looking at. The air is punched out of your lungs the moment you hit the mattress, arms splayed out angelically while Choso tugs down your pants, and leaves one sleeve stuck at your ankle out of impatience. It makes you feel like a slut. Like you’re easy.

“Holy shit,” He marvels, thumbs tracing the lavender lace pattern that covers your cock and makes you look even prettier. He thought that was impossible. There’s a wet patch that darkens the rest of the underwear, a deeper purple that makes him lick his his lips. And finally, there’s a matching, twinkling plug nestled deep inside you, with a pretty heart-shaped handle that’s perfect for pulling on. His sweet, perfect boy had gone out and got himself panties, decorated his pretty body and even prettier cock, just for him. Plugged himself up, just for him. Because he loves cock— his cock —that much. He wants to fuck you in these. He wants to digest you. “Holy shit.”

“Do you—”

“Yeah,” Is all he says, but you can see his ponytails vigorously bounce as he massages the head of your cock through the underwear. Before your legs can close around his hand, he places the other on your thigh, holds you down into the soft mattress so you can’t escape. Your body feels warm already, igniting under his touch as the excruciatingly soft lace dips into your slit and strokes your cock. You can’t help but start to spread your legs wider, a slutty reaction to a slutty sight, and you feel your face heat up when Choso smiles up at you. “I love them. I love you.”

Maybe you’re in way over your head. Maybe you should’ve never got the damned things, they feel way better on your dick than you’d anticipated, clings too tight, folds just right, rubs against it like heaven. With every squirm the plug shifts inside you, your insides twitch and clench around it but there’s nowhere for it to go, just stuck inside your warm, used hole. You won’t be able to survive the next ten minutes at this rate.

“I love— fuuuck, Iloveyoutoo.” Your eyes flutter closed, just to open back up when Choso’s thick fingers toy with the plug, pushing it deeper inside you through the panties. Your moans are slutty and satisfied, like you’ve been waiting for this all day.

It occurs to him that you’ve been fucking yourself in front of him the whole night, playing with the pretty hole that belongs to him. You’d probably fingered yourself before leaving, got your fingers nice and wet to cum until you get that stupid, fucked-out face you always get after cumming, by yourself. You played with what was his to touch, his to fuck, his to use and leave puffy and sticky and stretched out and swollen. Choso growls.

“My pretty puppy’s been keeping secrets?” He can’t help but feel overprotective and jealous. Jealous of your fingers, which were deep inside you not too long ago. But never as deep as he can get, never as good as his. You just can’t reach the same spots Choso can, you can’t milk the cum out of your cock like he can. You need him to cum just how you like, hard and mind blowing until you can’t form coherent sentences. Overprotective for that very reason, what if you’d gone and hurt yourself trying to make yourself cum like he can? The plug gives you away, twitching violently along with your hole. He frowns, small and tiny as he pulls his hand away from your cock, instead resting it on your corresponding thigh.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” There’s an increasingly rapid shake to your head, though you both know that’s a lie. You want to whine, it’s a gift for our anniversary, you want to grab his hair and bury his face between your cheeks so he can focus on something other than your flustered face. “C’mon, you can do it. Don’t go dumb on me now.”

Your whole body shutters, your hand reaching down to squeeze at your balls to satisfy the ache, but Choso’s swatting your hand away, shaking his head disapprovingly. You almost wilt under his gaze, but the aching is just too much, so you try again. Before you know it he’s tying your hands above your head with— when did he take that off? — his tie and your own to hold together both your wrists and the area where your legs bend.

You’re exposed on your back. legs spread and high against your shoulders. The stretch is delicious, if you weren’t wearing those damned panties you’d be completely exposed, your hole stretched out and plugged, your cock peeking out from the band if the lace. You moan in protest, but it comes out more wonton and slutty as he starts to pump your cock.

“Just couldn’t wait, always so needy. So slutty, so impatient,” He’s focused now, pumping you with the lace separating your skin. The material stretches with every stroke, a wet sound bouncing off the walls as your thighs tremble and your body writhes against the restraints. “A brat, too.”

His disregard for your response makes your cock jump, his grip tightening as the panties shift with the tightening of your balls. You’re close. He watches your face, watches your eyebrows knit together until you’re looking at him like a puppy, whining high and loud in your throat until you’re trembling, a thin layer of sweat making your skin— and especially your nipples— glow. He groans, watching precum pool on the panties until your moans suddenly stop, a silent scream about to leave your mouth as he strokes you closer, and closer, and closer—

Nothing. The pleasure leaves just as fast as it arrives, your hips bucking uncomfortably under your boyfriend's weight. Tears prickle your eyes, and you find yourself shaking your head in protest before he can even speak, “I know, baby, I know. It hurts, you just wanna cum so bad.”

His mocking could make you cum alone, but the feeling of his lower half pressing the plug into your prostate is driving you crazy, rubbing that bundle of nerves and over and over, your eyes roll back and you drool as you pant.

“Nuh-uh, no, honey,” His grip around the base of your cock is impossibly tight, basically strangling it, as he watches your balls contract in an attempt to cum. You’re such a slut, it doesn’t take much to get you to cum. A few nice words here, a few tugs and licks there, and you’re crying for more. “Take what I give you, be my good boy. I know you can, know you will.”

You’re a good boy. A very good one at that, and you find yourself echoing his words with less coherency than most, nodding with a gasp as he takes your cock in hand again and presses the plug further into you. But it’s too good, Choso knows what he’s doing, he always does. He knows all your buttons, how to play with you just right. It’s excruciating, trying to hold onto your orgasm just for him. His fingertips tap the heart shaped handle when you moan particularly pornographic, like he’s coaxing a load out of you.

“Look how ready you are for me. Patience is a virtue, you know.”

Evil bastard.

So you suck it up, squealing when he shoves the panties to the side and tucks it underneath your cock, prods at the plug with his tongue and buries his face between your thighs until his only truly distinct feature is his blood mark. It’s a true, honest shame you can’t grab his hair now, but you don’t think you would’ve been able to hold on even without the restraints. Your begging is jumbled, more breathy ‘mhmmm’s than pleas, but it’s good enough for you.

“Choso— Choso, fuck, fuck me, please. Mhmmm, wan’ you inside. G’v’it t’me, fuck your cum ‘nto me!” Tears stream down your pretty face when he touches your sensitive dick without the confines of the lace, precum now pooling on your lower abdomen and squelching with each speedy stroke. Your toes curl, thighs trashing against the fabric until you’re cumming, clenching around Choso’s tongue and the pretty plug keeping you full. You can’t stop spurting, not when he starts alternating between the plug and his tongue, both setting punishing pressure against your prostate.

“Pretty baby,” The plug is out, and your hole looks lonely. It’s puffy and swollen, shining with spit and lube as it clenches around nothing. Stretched out like it’s been used, it takes fingers like it’s natural, sucks in Choso’s digits and flutters around them in thanks. Despite preaching patience and the joy of delayed gratification, he’s not sure he can wait anymore. So inviting, so needy. For his cock and his cock only, who is he to deny that? “Gonna let me breed you? Gotta watch this pussy cum on my cock while I fill you up, let me have it, honey. Please?”

“Uh-huh, mhm,” You don’t hesitate, not once, tilting your hips up as he slaps his cock against your rim a few times. You’re not sure when he took the time to free himself from his slacks, but you don’t care. A string of his precum keeps you together, falling onto your hole as he sighs in content. You can barely contain a long whine as he pushes inside, inch by inch disappearing inside you and pressing straight into your prostate as the curve of his cock punches air out your lungs. Your hands fight against his tie, curling up the fabric as you ball them into fists and moan when he bottoms out, his balls slapping against you. “Please?”

He fucks you like he’s desperate, large hands digging into hit thighs as he ruts his hips with a rushed, sloppy pace. There’s still so much lube nestled inside your warm walls, pulling him in as he slides in and out, loud and sticky as he pounds himself into you. He chases the warmth, the feeling of your gummy hole struggling to keep him where he belongs— deep inside you. You can feel his cock twitch inside you, hard and throbbing and leaking, getting you ready for the loads he plans to fuck into you. Choso’s handsome face is all the more expressive, his lips parted as he pants and groans with each thrust, hurriedly untying your hands and setting you free to lace his fingers with your own.

His eyes close briefly, as if he’s trying to focus on not cumming, trying not to think of what it’d look like to see his cream oozing out your insides.

But it’s hard not to, especially when his pretty thing is crying on his cock, punching out loud but tiny ‘uh-huh!’s with each thrust as drool slides down his chin, bouncing happily without a single thought in his head. When his pretty boy clenches around his cock, pretty decorated thighs open like a whore and stained in his own cum. He feels himself getting closer, roughening up his pace until you can’t breathe, squeezing his hand impossibly tight while he fucks you like his life depends on it.

“Oh, fuck, Jesus Christ. There you go, baby. Ask me for it, ask me to cum in this pretty boy pussy,” His deep voice makes you soar, jumbled moans and sentences leaving your lips as Choso frees his hand for only a moment, to rip away the lacey panties that somewhat obstruct his vision from your used hole. Your gasp is soft, but powerful enough to egg him on. “S’hole’s so needy, all mine. My job to take care of, t’fuck, t’finger and— oh, God, use like a toy.”

“Don’t— I don’t, Choso, don’t think I—” Can hold on much longer, you want to say, but warmth blooming in your stomach renders you speechless, the now ruined panties sliding under your ass and bunching up beneath your backside.

“I know, baby. You don’t think,” He groans, cock aching as he delivers a few more hard and deep strokes, eyes clenching closed at the sound of your hole sucking him back in with vigor. He can’t help himself, pumping your cock to match his thrusts until he’s shouting inside you, warm and sticky and thick. You can’t handle the sight of him crumbling inside you, hips rocking desperately as he fucks the cum deeper. “Don’t need to. Not with a hole like this.”

That’s it for you, the final blow, game over. You’re cumming before you can correct him, spraying hard onto your stomach and making your hole achy. Choso helps you ride the wave, pumping your sensitive cock until you weakly push his hands away, rocking back against his dick until you feel it soften inside you. “Good boy, my good boy. Need one more thing from you.”

His smile is small and genuine, and despite the sleepiness washing over you from such an intense orgasm, you lull your head to the side, watching him pull the lavender lingerie (more like a piece of fabric, now) out from under you. He glances at your face, gauging a reaction from you as he slowly stuffs your hole with it, watching it convulse with sensitivity. He hushes your whines with a kiss, melting against you.

He holds you for a minute, gives your cheek a soft kiss, and wipes away the cum on your tummy with your discarded shirt before it can cool and harden uncomfortably on your skin.

[angxlwritez]

Attention

➳♡゛PAIRING: Choso x Fem!Reader

➳♡゛SUMMARY: Having enough of your husband's foolishness, you ask Choso to help you in any way he can.

➳♡゛WARNINGS: Angst, Mentions of Toxic Relationship, Explicit Language, Fluff (If you squint), Smut (MDNI), Oral (F receiving), Fingering, Implied unprotected sex, Creampie, Mentions of cheating.

Looking just from the outside everyone would think that she had it all. The newest models of any car at her disposal, clothing made of the finest fabrics, a grand home, and all the money in the world that a person would need.

Everyone that saw her wanted to be her but they would never know. They would never know that the “friendly” soft smile that seemed ever so gentle to everyone that she met, whether it was at a gala, charity event or just visiting someone she knew. No one could see the pain in her eyes and what really hid behind them. No one knew that the grand house she lived in never felt like home.

She’d watch as her husband conversed with his colleagues and friends, not even glancing at her the whole time they were at the event. The only words he said to her before they entered were, “Don’t you mess this up for me, Y/N,” as he’d release the heavy pressure he placed on her wrist before anyone would notice.

She wouldn’t say a word just a small nod and sound of what sounded like a yes.

She was used to his behavior, especially at the events they attended, this was the norm for her after all the years they spent together.

But just because she never said a word to him didn’t mean that she wouldn’t notice the flirtatious stares and the “subtle” touches that he would give to his female counterparts or even the way he would inch his face closer to their ears to see what looked like a normal conversation of him trying to let them hear him.

But Y/N knew that, that was far from the truth, she knew just by the smile creeping onto the woman’s face that the business talk he always spoke of was never just business. All she could do was roll her eyes and sip the extremely overpriced and disgustingly sweet wine as she stood in the corner of the room waiting for the time to go by.

It's funny really, but they never knew that all she wanted was for him to love her. Just tell her how pretty she was when she wore her favorite dress, give her sweet kisses before she fell asleep, or to even hold her close when she needed some reassurance that all will be okay. The truth was that all she wanted was for him to notice her but even doing that seemed hard for him to do.

As the night went on, Y/N found herself growing more and more distant from her husband. She couldn't bear to watch him flirt with other women, his lack of attention towards her cutting deeper than any of his words ever could.

Feeling suffocated by the crowd, she made her way toward the balcony, hoping to find some solace in the cool night air. Stepping outside, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the wind to brush against her face.

Suddenly hearing footsteps coming towards her Y/N turned around to notice Choso approach her. "Hello," he said, a small smile forming on his lips.

Y/N couldn't help but feel relieved to see Choso, one of her husband's business associates whom she had grown a close friendship with. "Hi Choso," she replied, returning the smile.

The man stepped closer to her, leaning against the railing of the balcony. "I’ve been trying to get to you all night. You look beautiful by the way," he said, his eyes never leaving hers.

Y/N couldn't help but feel a flutter in her chest at his words. It had been so long since anyone had complimented her like that. "Thank you," she said, feeling her cheeks heat up slightly.

"Are you okay?" he asked, noticing the sadness in her eyes.

Y/N hesitated for a moment before finally answering. "Just the same as usual,"

Choso nodded as his expression softened, "I'm sorry to hear that Y/N You deserve so much better than this, you know?"

"Tell me something I don't know Cho. You say the same shit every other week," Y/N spoke as a small smirk played against her lips.

Choso chuckled softly. "You know I'm right." Taking a step closer to her, his eyes never left hers. "I know you're not happy with your current situation, Y/N. And I know it's not my place to say this, but...you really do deserve to be happy."

Y/N felt her heart race as Choso's words sunk in. As unhappy as she was in her current relationship she'd never thought about leaving her husband. "I know," she said softly, her eyes locking onto Choso's. "But sometimes it feels like it's too late for me."

"It's never too late," Choso replied, reaching out and taking her hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Just know that I'm here for you. And if you ever need anything, anything at all, just let me know."

"Thanks, Cho. You're the best." A small smile crossed the woman's lips as she smiled at him. "We should probably get back inside now"

Choso nodded, reluctantly letting go of her hand. As they made their way back inside, Y/N couldn't help but feel a sense of comfort and warmth from Choso's words.

As the night went on, her husband's behavior only worsened. His flirtatious remarks and touches becoming more blatant and disrespectful towards her. Deciding to leave the event early, Y/N made her way toward the exit.

As she stepped outside, she saw Choso. He was leaning against his car, a small smile on his face as he looked up at her. "Need a ride?" he asked, holding out his keys.

Y/N hesitated for a moment, but the thought of spending another minute with her husband was unbearable. "Yes, please take me home," she replied, walking towards him.

Choso opened the passenger door for her and she climbed inside, feeling a sense of relief wash over her as she sat down. As they drove through the city, the silence between them was comfortable and familiar. It was the same kind of silence that they often shared when they were alone together, a silence that spoke volumes without any words being exchanged. As they pulled up to her grand home, Choso turned to her, his eyes filled with concern. "Are you going to be okay?" he asked softly.

Y/N nodded, as she spoke, "It’s me Cho. I think I’ll be alright. Thanks for the ride"

Choso smiled at her, his eyes filled with warmth. "Anytime, Y/N.”

As she stepped out of the car, she turned to face Choso one last time. "Thank you for being such a good friend."

Choso smiled at her once again before driving off into the night, leaving the woman standing alone in front of her house

As she made her way inside, the emptiness of the house hit her hard. The realization that her marriage had become nothing more than a façade of wealth and status, lacking any real love or affection.

Feeling lost and overwhelmed, Y/N let out a small sob before making her way up to her way to the couch. As she sat on the couch, the events of the night replayed in her mind.

As hours passed by she still had no word from her husband. Her phone began to ring interrupting her thoughts as she saw it was her husband. Picking up the phone the woman answered but didn't get any answer on the other side of the phone, just noises of another woman's moans and the groaning of her husband’s voice.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she hung up the phone, feeling the weight of her husband's infidelity crush her. As she wiped away her tears, Y/N realized that she couldn't keep living this way. She couldn't keep pretending that everything was okay and that her marriage was salvageable.

As she sat on the edge of the bed, Choso's word wrapped around her head..."Just know that I'm here for you. And if you ever need anything, anything at all, just let me know."

Taking a deep breath the woman picked up a set of keys from the many they had and left. Entering the car, she let out another long sigh. Picking up her phone she scrolled through her contact list and dialed Choso's number, her heart racing as she waited for him to pick up.

"Hello?" Choso's voice echoed through the line, causing Y/N's heart to race faster.

"It's me," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Hey, Y/N. Is everything okay?" His voice was filled with concern.

Y/N took a deep breath. "No, everything is not okay. My husband...he's been unfaithful to me," she said, her voice breaking. "Can I come over? I just...I don't know what to do right now," she said, the desperation in her voice evident.

"Of course." Choso replied, his voice calming her nerves. Y/N drove to Choso's place, with tears streaming down her face. As she pulled up to his house, he was waiting for her at the door, a sympathetic look on his face.

Without a word, Y/N stepped out of the car and into Choso's embrace, feeling the weight of her emotions lift slightly as he held her in his arms, as her tears continued to pour. They stayed like that for a moment, as his arms wrapped around her tightly, comforting her.

After a while, Choso pulled back and wiped away the tears from the woman's face. "Let's go inside," he said softly, leading her into his house.

Once inside, he led her to the couch and sat down beside her, still holding her hand. "Is there anything I could do to help?" he asked.

Y/N took a deep breath and nodded. "Make me forget...please." The woman looked at him with pleading eyes, hoping that he understood what she meant.

Choso's expression softened as he looked at her. "Are you sure?" he asked softly.

Y/N nodded, feeling an overwhelming desire to forget the pain and heartache she had been experiencing.

Without another word, Choso leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, his hand cupping the back of her head gently. As their lips met, Y/N felt a sense of relief wash over her. It was like everything else faded away and all that existed in that moment was the two of them.

Y/N wrapped her arms around Choso's neck, pulling him closer to her as he gently pushed her back onto the couch. Their bodies pressed against each other as they continued to kiss, and their hands exploring each other's bodies.

Without a word, Choso led her upstairs to his bedroom, his hand never leaving hers. As they entered the room, he led her to his bed and gently pushed her down onto the soft mattress. Climbing on top of her, he kissed her passionately, his hands roaming over her body. Y/N moaned softly, feeling a sense of pleasure coursing through her body.

Choso broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire and longing. "Are you sure about this? I don’t want to take advantage of you like this," he asked, his voice low and husky.

Y/N nodded, her eyes filling with need. "Yes, I'm sure," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Choso began to undress her, his fingers brushing against her skin as he removed her clothes. As he removed his shirt, Y/N couldn't help but marvel at the toned muscles of his body.She reached out and ran her hand over his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin under her fingertips. As he looked into his eyes she whispered "I need you...please."

"Just let me do this first." He said as he pulled her body near the edge of the bed getting on his knees. Pushing her legs apart, he leaned down and began to kiss her inner thighs, his tongue tracing delicate circles against her skin.

Y/N moaned softly, feeling a rush of pleasure as Choso's lips moved closer to her core. As he began to explore her with his tongue, Y/N felt her body begin to shiver with pleasure her hands gripping onto his black locks of hair.

Choso continued to pleasure her, his tongue moving in slow, deliberate patterns against her clit. As Y/N moaned softly, he slid two fingers inside of her, feeling her walls clench around him.

Y/N moaned his name as his fingers found their rhythm, her walls beginning to spasm around him.

He then removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue, beginning a slow, deliberate pace as he continued to pleasure her. As his tongue continued to move against her, Y/N gasped for air as her walls began to quiver around him.

"Oh, Choso! Don't stop!" She cried, her body arching up against his lips.

Pulling away Y/N let out a small whine. "Don't be like that Y/N," The man groaned as he brought his lips back to her, as his fingers continued to rub small circles against her clit as his tongue sliding into her mouth, tasting her sweet, salty taste as their tongues danced together. Y/N squealed softly, breaking the kiss as she felt all of her muscles begin to tense.

Choso groaned against her, his fingers never ceasing their movement as he teased her. As he continued his tongue exploring her folds. Continuing to pleasure her, he felt her walls begin to tighten around his fingers and heard her moans grow louder, growing in intensity as she came.

As she came down from her orgasm, Y/N pulled him up towards her, kissing him passionately. "Please Cho..." she moaned softly, breaking the kiss and gasping for air. "Please, I need you inside of me."

Without a word Choso removed the rest of his clothing, his eyes never leaving hers as he positioned himself between her legs.

Gently pushing himself inside of her, Y/N moaned softly, her walls wrapping around his dick as he gently pushed deeper into her.

"Oh...God...Choso!" Y/N groaned softly her body arching against his as he continued to push deeper inside of her.

Choso groaned, enjoying the feeling of her walls tightening around him, closing his eyes as he thrust faster into her.

Y/N gasped as he began to thrust into her deeper, his dick hitting her walls and sending pleasure coursing through her.

Choso smiled and leaned down, kissing her softly as he began to thrust into her faster. "You feel so fucking good..." he moaned against her lips as his thrusts grew faster.

Y/N's moans grew louder as he continued to thrust into her, his cock hitting her sweet spots with every motion, causing shivers of pleasure to shoot up her spine.

"Oh God, I'm so close!", her moans growing louder as he continued his rapid pace. her breathing grew heavier as she began to feel herself about to orgasm again.

"Me too," Choso groaned as Y/N wrapped her legs around him, pulling him closer to her.

"Don't stop..." Y/N pleaded, her voice full of need.

Choso nodded and began to move faster inside of her, thrusting harder as the sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room.

Both of them moaned as Choso began to fuck her faster, her walls tightening around him as he was reaching his peak.

"Oh God, Y/N I'm gonna cum." He groaned, his thrusts becoming faster and more urgent.

"Cum for me..." She moaned softly, pulling him close and kissing him passionately.

Choso groaned and thrust into her feeling his orgasm quickly approaching.

Gasping for air, Y/N began to scream his name over and over again as he came inside of her, his body shaking.

"Oh Fuck..." he groaned as he finished, panting heavily as he collapsed against her.

As both of their orgasms subsided, Choso pulled away from her, his dick slipping out of her as he pulled them both up towards the pillows.

They laid in silence for several moments, trembling gently against each other as they caught their breath.

As Y/N began to relax beside him, Y/N felt her eyes begin to grow heavy, her body trembling gently.

"Are you okay? I didn't hurt you did I?," Choso whispered softly, his fingers gently touching her face.

"You could never hurt me. You know that," she whispered, turning towards him and kissing him softly on the lips. Laying her head against his shoulder Y/N spoke again, curiosity lacing her tone "So where do we go from here Cho..."

Choso smiled and kissed her forehead, his lips brushing against her skin. "You tell me Y/N, you're the one who's running away."

As she heard his words, Y/N felt her throat grow tight as her eyes began to sting with tears. "I'm sorry Cho..."

"Don't apologize," he smiled, kissing her softly on the lips. "I know you'll realize the truth…you'll realize that I'm all you need."

"I'm sorry...I really am." Y/N whispered wrapping her arms around him and pulling him close to her.

"Don't be," Choso smiled, his fingers gently tracing the side of her face. "I'll be waiting when you come back to me. I'll be here for you and only you, no matter how long it takes. I know that one day you'll realize that I'm all you need."

Hearing his words the woman nodded as she felt her eyes grow heavy and closed them, quickly falling asleep beside Choso.

Choso wrapped his arms around her enjoying the feeling of her warm body against his. He stayed up for a few more minutes relishing the feeling of her warmth against his, enjoying the sound of her soft breathing as she slept.

As he finally began to feel his eyes growing heavy, he looked down at the woman laying beside him. He knew that one day she'd realize that he is all she needs and in the meantime, he'll be here for her, waiting for her to return to him. Gently, pressing a kiss against her forehead he whispered. "I'll wait for as long as it takes Y/N, whenever you're ready...I’ll be here."

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[97ify]

♡ . . .⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ROCKSTAR!CHOSO! ❜

CHOSO KAMO x FEM READER ✶ .ᐟ

❝ choso kamo as your rockstar boyfriend. ❞

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀˖ ࣪⭑

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ featuring : choso kamo !

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ contents : MDNI. fluff . suggestive !

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ requested by : @chosoguapo !

❪⠀ᥫ᭡⠀❫ song playing : slow down — chase atlantic !

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who makes sure that you're front and center at every single one of his gigs, never failing to stare at you the entire time, or mentioning the fact that you're there to the audience.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that will practice his songs at your apartment and ask for your opinion, completely entranced by anything and everything you have to offer, even if it's constructive criticism, he makes sure to listen to every word.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who enjoys helping you learn how to play the electric guitar if you don't know how. the glint that flickers in your eyes lighting up his entire day.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that shows you off anywhere you two go. you could be going to the store and he'd somehow make it all about you by mentioning to the fans that bombard you about how stunning you look that day, wearing whatever outfit your heart desired.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO is like the gomez to your morticia addams, quite literally kissing the very ground you walk on simply because he'd do anything, and i mean anything, for you. whatever you wanted, he'd have it before you could even ask because he'd immediately know exactly what you want.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who is a sub all the way, allowing you to take the lead in bed all the time. he goes absolutely insane for your dom side, whimpering and begging for you to do whatever you pleased with him, as long as you felt good he didn't care.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who will gladly let you ride his face and pull on his man buns any day, enjoying how you look towering over him.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that will sneak you into any conversation he’s having with anyone. it doesn’t matter the topic, he’ll bring you up regardless just to do so.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO is the light of your life, making sure that at the end of the day you are happy, no matter what.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who pays attention to little details about things you do. you love cooking? he’ll buy you your favorite chef’s cook book. you like sewing? he’ll make sure you’re fully stocked in all of the materials you need.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who centers every last one of his songs about you. whether it be your love, face, personality, body, intimacy. all of his lyricism comes from just the thought of you.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that loves when you ride him like you own him (which you basically do /hj) he absolutely dies for gripping your waist, nails curling into your skin from how great you make him feel.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO who marks you up to make sure everyone and anyone that approaches you knows who you’re dating, even if you find it slightly embarrassing.

♡♥ ROCKSTAR!CHOSO that whimpers and moans just for you, simply because you make him feel that good.

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[yuichi-ro]

[trips through the doorway screaming] choso big brother caving to his little sister's advances, then feeling like he'll never find anyone who will make him feel as good as when he's inside you, after all, you were made for eachother, and there's no better view than him pussy drunk and overstimulated asking for more

this is my first horny thought in over a week, my brain is dry

the way I vividly, very vividly, pictured you as sonic the hedgehog slamming into the door, skidding and full blown cartoon style scrambled to get this thot in- Don't ask what my brain is at this point 😂😭

cw: fem!Reader, virgin!Reader, incest, big brother!Choso, manipulation, dub con/non con, pussy drunk good boy ♡, so much unprotected sex ♡ askbox open

you shared a womb together.

well...the same womb at least. Since he is the protective older brother he was determined to be. And how much closer can you get than that? You don't share the same protective space now but big brother!Choso never lets any harm befall you. Not on his watch. Creating a sort of brattish behavior when you want to experience more than sweet big bro!Choso is letting you do.

he's so whipped though. Utterly in love with you. That all the screaming fits, declarations of being your own person, arguments, they simply roll off him. Big brother!Choso would let you do anything to him because he can't stand to see you upset...

taking the way he rolls over for you when you throw a fit. You want a life. You want fun. You want pleasure. And if you can't experience that from someone else, well, isn't it your big brother's job to provide for you then?

he is the one keeping it all from you to start with. It's the least he can do.

reluctant at first. Headstrong in his belief he's here to protect you and keep you safe. That he can't give into desires of the flesh. You take it upon yourself to make his job a living nightmare if he wont give into you right off the back.

timing it so big bro!Choso always walks in on you at inopportune times. Your hands down your pants. Naked out of the shower. Refusing to get dressed. Crawling all over him in only your underwear as he tries to hold it together. The sweet warmth of his little sister's bare breasts against his chest when you're being belligerent like now. Not listening to him, pulling at his piggy tails, grinding yourself down on him knowing damn well he's getting hard from his sister half naked on top of him.

still he persists. Stubbornly so. Like some white knight. Pissing you off even more that he won't give you what you want.

that's when you lay your hands on him. If he won't touch you, well, then you'll just touch him and take what you've been craving so badly.

groping and ripping at his clothes. big brother!Choso trying to keep ahold of the situation but failing miserably when you've managed to pull his pants down. Underwear and all. Revealing how he 'really feels' about the situation. Naked sister on top of him. Cock throbbing, purple head leaking slimy droplets of precum and his face flush with color when you tell him off in the moment for being so turned on by his little sister of all things. He swears that isn't it. That if you both just put clothes on. Stop what you're doing and get off him. Then this can be resolved and forgiven.

but you don't want forgiveness. You want to feel your first cock inside you and damn well if you're big brother is gonna scare everyone off. Then he'll be the one giving you all the cock you want.

sliding down on his shaft. Teasing him the entire time because you don't know if your brother's slept with anyone. You don't care either. But the way his cum bubbles up and drools out of your cunt just from sliding yourself down on him really tells you that he's as much of a pathetic virgin as you suspected. Telling him you're saving the two of you the embarrassment of being virgins forever by fucking each other. You shared a womb, why not share this too?

big brother!Choso doing his best to resist until you begin bouncing up and down on him. Overstimming him from the second he feels you walls clenching and dragging along his shaft. Enhanced only by the forbidden nature of it all. His little sister's cunt. Now soiled not just with any cock. But his of all of them. Cum seeping out around him as you use him like a personal toy. Utterly taken over by pleasure while you cream on his cock and ride out your very first orgasm. He thought you were tight before hand. The new feeling of you tightening and climaxing around him has the poor thing loosing his mind.

when you finally pull off. Just to lay back with your cum filled hole open and inviting for him, big brother!Choso has lost the battle. He's yours now. Obeying the second you tell him to be a good, no, the best big brother and cum stuff you full again.

now he can't go a day without pumping his load inside you. Fucking you into the bed as his hips work on his own. Big brother!Choso pussy drunk on his little sister's beautiful cunt as you order him around like a whipped dog ♡

[obitohno]

˖⁺‧₊˚ jordy’s 2k celebration ˚₊‧⁺˖

choso x reader

in you, choso finds the cure to his demons.

requested by @tuzuis4thwife

gn! reader, fluff, angst (past), cuddling in bed, mentions of insomnia

reblogs are appreciated ~

it is the colour of ink that first greets you when you awake one morning.

head foggy with sleep, and eyes aching with exhaustion—so much so that you hurriedly blink them shut with the promise to refuse to open them again—blindly, you reach for the familiar head of hair, weaving your fingers between strands of hair that match the colour of the night sky.

after many a year living a constant battle of survival, choso had had to learn the skill of sleeping all over again. several months had passed before he deemed it safe enough to allow himself to slumber in your presence—the first time happened by accident, and when he’d shot awake just as quickly as he’d dozed off, wide eyed and breathless, you’d been just as alarmed as he had. another couple of months had flown by before he’d invited himself into the comforts of your bed, baring an awkward crook of his lips that conveyed very little of the true extent of his discomfort. paranoid about the possibility of you waking to change your mind and throw him out, he’d lain awake for most of the night, eyes red with unshed tears.

but now, a year on, he rests easily, cheek smooshed against the plump of your pillow that has long moulded to the weight of his head.

he’d come to bed late last night, disturbing you from your slumber with an apologetic brush of his lips to your shoulder when he’d settled behind you. itadori had come to visit the night before, woeful as he’d sobbed a tale about what sounded to be his third breakup of the month. choso had adopted his role as big brother, providing comfort in the form of a poorly concealed wince when itadori had clung to his shoulders and begged for the elder two help him drown his sorrows, and the two had stayed up until the late hours of the morning to do exactly that.

your eyes are blinking open again, flinching at the burn of the morning sun shining right across the bed from where it slithers in through the gap in the curtains. it casts a golden strip across the bridge of choso’s nose, elongating the shadow of his lashes down the curve of his cheek. his breath is slow, fanned along your throat each time that he exhales, and he must be dreaming, for his nose twitches along with the pinch of his brows. the sight warms your chest, and your smile is heavily laden with the withering tendrils of sleep, but still, you nuzzle closer, the tip of your nose pressing to his collarbone.

the movement breaks the gentle rise and fall of his ribs expanding, and there’s a yawn that warms your crown as it flutters over your hair. you’re already slipping on the brink of sleep once more, when his fingers brush along your temple, his lips ghosting along the length of your brow.

‘mornin’.’

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[tsukuyohmi]

°✿ a chance encounter ⬎

sfw choso x male!reader

fem aligned dni, i check and you will be blocked

ok so this ended up just a little different because it was fun to write gay panic choso in a flustering situation. i’m sorry if it’s a little short, this fit best as a small drabble in my mind

choso couldn’t help the huff that left him, letting his head fall back in defeat against the ground as he stared up at the sky. how the hell did he get himself into this situation?

one moment he was on a mission and the next, he’s flat on his ass with a face burning brighter than the sun with a, he’ll never admit it aloud, fairly attractive sorcerer on top of him.

“you know, you’re a lot cuter than i thought you’d be,” the sorcerer smiled coyly, biting his bottom lip as he leaned down to hover his face over the curse’s. “it’s such a shame i can’t stare at it longer.”

the curse’s face flared even hotter, a frustrated noise rumbling in his chest as he pushed himself up. he pulled a very impulsive move and headbutted the male in the nose to try and stun him just enough to get to his feet. he hated people like this, unpredictable and confusing. it made his stomach twist with some new, unknown feeling that he didn’t know if he liked or not.

(name) couldn’t help the slightly wicked smile on his face, blood gushing from his damaged nose. “ooo, feisty. you know, i like that in a guy.”

choso couldn’t help but curl his hands into fists at his side, his face on fire as he glared at the male. “would you stop that? isn’t any of this serious to you?”

the (color) haired male laughed a little, running a hand through his hair as he looked at the curse with raised eyebrows. “what? i can’t combine work with pleasure? no one said i can’t flirt on the job.”

this sorcerer was so flustering and so frustrating, it made choso’s head spin. what was even the meaning behind those words? empty meanings, just a distraction? what even was he suppose to think if they were true? it’s not like much can come from this... right?

the curse shook his head, trying to shake the consideration from his thoughts. he was here on a mission and that man was an obstacle, even if those honey like words made his heart pound in his ears. he had to stay focused, he had to-

“come now, what’s going on in that cute, flustered head of yours? hmm?” (name) had appeared right in front of the curse, chest to chest with a hand creeping up to rest on the back of the other’s neck. “you really are too cute, makes me want to see how you’d react to other things too?”

that was when something snapped in choso’s brain. the closeness, the smell of his hair, the coy smile. all of it was too much,

the curse, on instinct, pulled his leg to hook behind the sorcerer’s, sweeping his feet out from under him and making the other land flat on his ass like what he had done to choso earlier. the dark haired male sat on his hips, pinning him down as he leaned over him, each hand on either side of his head in a psudo-kabedon style.

he gripped the sorcerer’s chin with one hand, his flustered expression gone as he leaned in to barely brush his lips over the other’s. “such a tease. how about i take the time to see how you react to some things now, hm?”

[rinhoes]

﹙⸻ leah’s 500 follower event ﹚WEEK TWO :: DAY THREE — CHOSO KAMO. ⸻ "𝐁𝐎𝐃𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐓"

IT WAS ANOTHER LATE NIGHT that consisted of the same routine; he hunched over his desk with the faint light from his desk lamp shining over his bright iPad Pro, "another day on procreate" was a popular phrase he uttered. But tonight's subject wasn't the usual honestly just thinking about it made him feel dirty—it was perverted to think of her in such a manner, but what made the situation worse was that he had the nerve to draw it. Illustrations of his best friend drawn in various lewd positions; in the top right, it was her on all fours with her fat dripping pussy exposed. In the middle was a sketch of her with cum painting her pretty face—preferably his cum. A close-up of her stuffed to the brim with his potent seed was to the right of that. He thought drawing one was enough for him, but he then found himself falling down a rabbit hole. His thick dick now straining against his light gray sweats.

His cock was oozing precum, just thinking about how cute she would be right now with her lips wrapped around his heavy balls. Her tongue lapping his sack—feeling the weight of it on her tongue. Unable to fight the urge anymore, Choso pulled his sweats and underwear to his ankles. It slapped against his abdomen with such force that it initially startled him. He was unbelievably hard—this was so unusual for him, he could never think of her in this way, but now he couldn't help himself.

Soft moans left spilled from Choso's lips while he maintained a tight wet grip on his cock. Spit and precum made his dick glisten under the yellow light. A low groan would leave his lips as he teased his head, "Fuck—Y/N—I need you so bad." The images on the screen taunted him; of course, he would need to delete them once he was done, or he could just hide them—she'll never know, his little secret. His moans grew louder and needier the more he worked himself. It was almost like he could feel her brown lips sucking in his sensitive tip. Soon Choso was thrusting into both his fists, his back arched off the ergonomic chair, muscular thighs violently shaking and twitching. "Holy f-fuck I-I'm gonna—" If only she could see how his balls tighten as ropes of cum shot out into his iPad screen.

As Choso recovered from his breathless pants, he noticed a text notification at the top of the screen. It was her—the message and her contact stained with his cum. "Can I stay over tonight? I locked myself out of my dorm and my roommate is gone?" Without thinking twice, Choso replied with a simple "Sure" How could he say no to her, his dear best friend—the subject of his art.

leah’s taglist 💌 :: @misss-chrisss | @dejwrites | @gabzlovesu | @angwritez | @hotblkbimbo | @luffysthickwaifu | @iwascrybaby | @black-girl-anime-lover | @seyawrld | @thicksimpx | @pervysenpaix | @waytoohornez

AND THIS POST FINISHES WEEK TWO ♡ i may or may not gotten a bit too excited with this one

[chubbyhoney]

I’m trying to be a good girl but ✨choso✨

[dejwritesarchived]

🥺🥺🥺🥺

[imo-chan-imagines]

IMOOOO CONGRATS AGAIN ON YOUR MILESTONE!!! YOUR WORKS ALWAYS ARE WONDERFUL AND VV SPICY YOU HAVE SUCH A CREATIVE AND SEXC BIG BRAIN 🤧🤧💞💞💞 ilysm and i wanna join your event so,,, #9 with choso pls and thank you ( ˘ ³˘)♥

Choso + Praise Kink | Jujutsu Kaisen Drabble

Choso × fem!reader

Prompt 9: 🎀 PRAISE KINK 🎀

Warnings: 18+, smuttt, praise kink, raw sex, fat cock + soft dom Choso 😍, light sub reader, multiple orgasms, dash of size kink if you squint, DDLG dynamic, unintentional dumbification, bit of a breeding kink even though that wasn't the prompt sshhh 👀, creampie 🍰, he's a little passionate near the end, sprinkle of fluff + aftercare, request, 500 followers event, drabble

A/N: THANK YOU SO MUCH, FRANZ 🥺😭💖 Choso seems so adorable!! I had so much fun writing this! I hope you like it 🙏 It feels good to write for JJK again 💅 Enjoy, my little peaches ♡

• EVENT CLOSED •

⚠️ 18+ CONTENT! MINORS: PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️

"Hah – fuck. Just like that baby," Choso purrs, his hands gripping your thighs as they straddle his hips. Your muscles tighten and relax under his fingers with every movement.

You lean your forehead against his chest, exhausted and sweating, but refusing to stop riding his cock. You want to fuck him just right and hear more of those sweet, addicting praises.

"Tired?" he asks quietly, running a soothing hand up and down your back.

You nod against his chest.

You've slowed down, your thighs quivering from overuse as you cling to his neck for support.

"That's okay, baby. You've done so well already, taking me so well for so long. You can stop now," he whispers, shifting carefully underneath you to get a better thrusting angle. "Let Daddy take care of you now, okay?"

He cradles the back of your head with one hand, the other holding your hip in place as he starts to thrust up into you, stuffing your pussy nice and deep with his cock. He's so thick and wide that he still drags against your creamy walls, stretching you out around him.

You moan contentedly. The ache is dull and satisfying, almost lulling you to sleep if it wasn't so pleasurable.

You relax against him, allowing yourself to be pleased and used however he wants. Your gasps and sighs ghost over his skin as his pace quickens.

"Mm- that's it, baby. Feels good inside you," he groans.

The hand on your hip starts to pull you back down onto him, his cock now balls deep inside you with every thrust. The other thumbs your clit religiously, softer and more attentive than it has any right to be.

"Fuck. Always so tight and wet for me." You're slopping and squelching around him. "I feel you clamping down around me, baby – fuck! Always so fucking good."

His groans of praise and pleasure have your walls squeezing tighter around his cock as you near your orgasm.

"Fuck, always so good for me, baby. Letting me fuck you like a little toy," he hums, voice sweet and adoring. Filth said out of love. "Be good and cum for me? Wanna feel you cumming round me, baby. Go on, I've got you."

You cum as the tip of his cock presses against the tender spot of your walls, clinging to his frame as you cream around his length.

He doesn't stop as you cum, thrusting up into you as he watches your face grimace and contort in pleasure. He runs his thumb over your cheek, admiring how well you submit to him.

"Fuck, you're so pretty when you cum," he whispers, fucking into your spasming walls. "You like that? You want to do it again?"

He carefully turns you over onto your back and hooks your legs over his shoulders. Loose strands of his wild hair lightly tickle your ankles as he leans forwards, his pupils wide and fixated on you.

"Course you do," he growls. "You're my good girl."

He eases inside you, stretching you wide once more as he reaches as deep inside you as possible, starting with a deep, forceful rhythm that has you squeaking out a moan in time with every thrust.

He leans down, holding your jaw and kissing you down into the pillow. As he pulls away, his lips trail down to your neck, sucking a hickey into your skin.

Your eyelids flutter at the sensation of his lips and tongue on your neck as his cock stuffs you full, kissing your cervix.

A soft mewl parts your lips, and you feel Choso's grin against you skin.

"That feel good? Mmm, I bet it does," he groans in your ear, your juices slopping around the girth of his cock. "Because – fuck! – feels so good for me."

The sound of his skin slapping against yours fills the room as his pace increases, his thrusts jolting your body as the bedframe starts to beat against the wall.

"Ch-Choso!" you quiver, "y-youre so deep! Please, 's too much..."

He slows his pace so he can't talk, his hands wandering soothingly over your body.

"But baby, you're doing so well," he croons. His nose brushes against yours, showering you with kisses. "You look so pretty when you cum. You can cum for me again, can't you, baby? You want to please Daddy, don't you? Can you do that?"

Your heart swells, your pussy throbbing and creaming around him, aroused by his words.

"O-Okay. I'll try," you nod.

"Course you can," he groans, slowly returning to his pounding pace. "You're so amazing. So fucking perfect. Come on, show me what you can do, baby."

His moans are light and desperate, tainted with low growls of pleasure that send tingling pulses straight to your core, until he can no longer hold back.

His hips are snapping into you at an ungodly pace, rendering you dumb and useless as he chases his high, babbling nonsense and praise.

"Fuck – you're making me feral! Fuck – you're making me feral! Fuck–!" His hips stutter as he cums, spilling out a thick load inside you.

Even before he's done cumming, he's playing with your pussy, encircling your clit as he twitches inside you, and pumping you full.

"Come on, baby. You're doing so fucking well," he moans, flinching as his hips move on their own, milking himself inside you. "Cum for me."

He abuses your sweet spot until you're seeing white, your lips rolling to meet him as you sink under the wave of your second orgasm.

"That's it," Choso breathes, still stroking your clit as you cum around his spurting cock. His other hand holds onto your chest, his thick, rough fingers tweaking at your nipple. "That's it, good girl. Cum for Daddy."

He looks down at you, a quivering, cum-filled mess, and sees the most beautiful girl in the world, leaving a long, affectionate a kisses down your face.

He can tell you're sleepy.

Crawling into bed next to you, he pulls you into his embrace, tucking the covers up over your shoulders with a goodnight kiss of your shoulder.

"That's my good girl."

© imo-chan-imagines 2021

[dilftaroooo]

For the thirst ask...can you do Choso marking up the reader because he got jealous. Then maybe he fucks you into oblivion. Please, it's sad the lack of content this beautiful man has.

tags: jealousy, rough sex, biting.

anon please let us get married and have children (platonically) bc i feel the same way. choso needs more content he’s so fine and his pigtails are so cute like cmon mayne y’all are missing out.

jealousy is one of the new emotions choso has ever experienced — it’s a bitter feeling, and that bitterness will bile up to barricade his heart whenever he sees you getting too close for comfort with the people around you. he doesn’t realize it’s jealousy until he starts glaring at the person who keeps making you laugh hysterically or until he sucks in his teeth when you told him you’d be hanging out with them for a little while.

he stabilizes his composure longer than others but as soon as his string of patience snaps into two, you’d be met with the sturdy wall, breasts pushed up and plump against it as he plows into you — furious and pent up at the rising anger that riddled him. ‘why didn’t you laugh like that when you were around him?’ ‘were you really that weak enough to let them touch you like that?’ ‘and why did they stare at you for so long?’

questions clinged to his mind like a deadly parasite corrupting their host — a puppeteer controlling their puppets to keep the entertainment. he could do nothing but rid himself of the ferocity that taunted him by relishing in the tightness of your cunt around his cock while he bites and nibbles on the lobe of your ear (a sexual deed he learned after immersing himself in a show that played on the tv screen in your living room; though it was mere background noise to you, choso was picking up new information by the second).

“what is this feeling? it’s like anger — like hatred. it’s like i hate you but i don’t. but they... whenever i see them i get so furious. why do they gain your attention more than i do? what’s so special about them?”

the most optimal solution would be teaching him about the newfound emotion, but, likely, that wouldn’t happen when your brain could only produce static and your words were incoherent.

[thinkofmehoney]

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[yuichi-ro]

I promise it's Fem!Dom

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Imagine Hanma's little sister. She looks up to him in every way, always taking care of him the only problem is he keeps treating her like a kid.

She isn't a kid anymore. That infuriates her, to the point where she needs to show him how much of an adult woman she really is, and what a perfect time now that he has a cold.

She takes care of him the way only she can. No one else would ever be this kind to her big brother. And when she slips in his bed to cuddle, no panties just big brother's shirt. Telling him you're gonna make it all better, start palming at his cock and he can't help it how hard it gets. Of course he has noticed the woman you are. He just wants to keep you all to himself. Whining the moment you move to staddle him. He had no time to feel anything but love for his little sister the only woman to truly love him.

──────────────────── hopefully you don't mind I'm not super comfortable with the little sister trope so I just swapped it with a big sis bc Shuji still deserves the lovin ♡ cw: fem!Reader, incest, minor sub space!Hanma (sicky baby boy), blow job, vaginal sex, smut askbox open

Hanma who doesn't do sick well.

he's bad enough when he's bored and in good health. Now sniffling, rubbing his nose, breaking a fever and unable to do anything? Whiniest bitch.

wants you to fix it. Because you always fix every other thing that happens to him right? That's what big sisters are for? But as Hanma lulls around in bed kicking the covers off like a tirading toddler that he's hot. Only to bitch about being cold two seconds later and insist you tuck him in so he's warm.

a labor of love because of course you're going to tuck him in. Run him all the bathes he wants. Let him cling to you all day even if he snots all over you. But he's just so miserable that a big sister should do something to make her little brother feel better...

the next time Hanma is passed out, so cute while he snores with his red little chapped nose from worrying it too much with kleenex and blowing it at the first sign of a sniffle. You think of the one thing that makes anyone generally feel better. Sex

more than surprised to wake up to find his big sister between his legs. Sickly whiny Hanma now finally quiet for the first time since the first sniffle a few days again while he watches you wrap your lips around his cock. Fistfuls of the covers in his hands as you palm his thighs, work your tongue over every inch of his cock and bat your lashes at your cute little brother too stunned for words.

swearing he's more sensitive now that he's been sick. Quick to complain that he hasn't jerked off once all week and if you keep it up he'll blow his load. Getting to shut up real fast when you assure him that you'll make him feel good then. Taking as much of him as you can until Hanma is gritting his teeth and moaning with his cute little stuffy nose. No way his stamina can hold out like this and he's sick. Nearly loosing himself when you suck the life out of him and every drop of cum. Leaving not a drop of mess as you slurp up his load and lick him clean.

just when he thinks he's done though is when you tell him that you intend to make him all better. Straddling his hips. Already sensitive cock twitching as you drag your slit along his tip. Clean of his cum but now getting messy with your juices coating it. Pinning Hanma between your arms and slipping him inside you as you coo at him and tell him that his big sister is here to make everything better ♡ ────────────────────

[otterlis]

here comes the boyyy!! ♡ i'mhopinghe'llsurvivethenextchapter

i was struggling s o m u c h with shading, so i said fuck it and left him all flat. sometimes i can make things easy for myself. as a treat. c:

please tap for better quality! ♡ ID in alt

staircase model by amazing fujihiro on csp assets!

[kuroosdarling]

Aimie aims!!! I either wanna sandwich you between kuroo & kenma or gojo & nanami - although ever since I started watching bleach I could see you with Renji too <3

OH and maybe Osamu & Suna (you can thank your Halloween fic for that hehehe :3)

SQUEALS !!! omg NANA !! both of those sandwiches sound scrumptious 🤭🤭 don’t mind if i do hehe BUT AAAA i looked up renji and he has the prettiest hair i need to braid it … immediately >_< ! i’m literally 🫣 at samu and suna bc omg i used to have such a big selfship with suna so i’m twirling my hair rn :3

[mrskurono]

something that hasn’t really left my mind for quite some time now

domming choso with yuki. pretty tall woman go brrr

yuki and reader dating, making out whenever they can and choso, poor innocent choso asks what they are doing- and of course they show him! Worshipping his body, learning every single of his weak spots as they attack him mercilessly, showing him the advantages of being a human and completely indulging in what many would consider sin

choso is trembling, its so much, too much, he wants more, babbling on about stuff he doesn’t even understand he wants, his pretty dick leaking through reader’s closed fist which is furiously jerking him off

idk if u like yuki at all if not disregard this but man to be right in between them would be a dream😋

-🌌utahime whore

I'ma be totally honest I hate Yuki. I have both her tag and the ship tag blocked bc that shit is just not my cup of tea (and I hold a lil resentment for the Getou thing ngl) But what I am a fan of is corrupting a horny Choso who doesn't know what he wants but his body being desperate 💯

Choso though who’s never experienced any kind of erotica. 

So his first run in, be it paper media, online, anything. He has no idea what it is but he can’t tear his eyes from it. Only leading him to ask the one person he trusts. You.

How can you really explain this? And when you ask Choso if he’d rather just have you show him? He can’t help but agree.

Getting ready to ruin him in every possible way. Just making out with him and showing him what its like to kiss with tongue. Has the man gripping onto your sides with a death grip and his cock throbbing in his pants. 

The second you touch him its all but game over for calling it quits. Choso moaning into the kiss. Hungry to never let your lips leave his. But the way your playing with him. Jerking him off and edging him ever so much closer to release. His body doesn’t feel like nothing he’s ever experienced before. And he hasn’t even gotten to feel anything more than your hand and the man’s already loosing it.

All this over some dirty imagery <3

Send me your sinful Saturday thots ♡