#꒰ ✧ ꒱ — kamo choso thirst

[hotlinemurder]

♡ Edging Choso until his hips are spasming in desperation and he's crying for a release - looking so pretty with his hair parted messily on the pillow behind him, flushed in the face and panting like a slut for you to touch him more.

"No cumming until I say so, hold out just a little longer for me, I know you can."

♡ Praising Choso as his pale chest rises and falls frantically with every strained whine that escapes his pretty lips, echoing off the walls without a care for who can hear them, the need to cum outweighing his embarrassment.

"Always such a good boy for me, aren't you, my love?"

♡ Breaking Choso when you grab him from behind in front of the mirror - that toned, slender waist looking so deliciously arched and needy before you. Sliding your hand along his shaft that glistens under the bedrooms low-light, staring at himself and how much of a fucked-out whore he looks while thrusting into the palm that's pleasuring him to breaking point yet again.

"Mommy p-please, let me cum.. I'll be good, I promise!"

[misssremy]

thinking about having sex with older brother’s best friend!choso in the locker room of the gym, his sweaty hands grip your waist so tight as he pounds your sloppy insides from behind, mumbling about how you have ‘such a tight pussy.’

‘mmmh fuck you feel so good…’ you moan into his ears, panting and screaming while he fucks you rough against his locker. ‘shhh.. baby you’re gonna get us caught… shit—’ choso whimpers, pressing his large sweaty body against yours, your pussy reacting with every thrust from his large cock. ‘I-I can’t… mmm fuck!!!’ you slur your words as you felt his big hands grab at your tits, squeezing and playing with your nipples. ‘you’re so fucking tight… need me to fuck you till you remember the shape of my cock hmm?’ he teases, taking a hand off your tits to rub at your clit. ‘ahhh… m’ gonna cum!…’ you scream at the sensation of his thick fingers rubbing your clit.

‘yeah? cum baby, all over this dick, and let em’ all hear it.’

[gojonanami]

thinking about emo boy!choso who you see working in hot topic and you think he’s really cute. so you keep going back to see him. But he’s also real quiet so you keep striking up conversations with him until you see those perfect lips curl in a smile.

and then you fuck him in the back of hot topic on his break, trying not to scream while he’s got you pressed against storage racks with his ten inch dick in you.

[planetsage]

contains. dom!choso, f!reader, “slut,” spit, “daddy.”

“this what you want, huh?” choso growls, grabbing at the fat bulge straining against his dark jeans. the blacks in his eyes grow, branding heart-shaped holes into yours, a sinful hunger so carnal the devil himself shakes on his bloodied throne.

he roughly palms himself over the fabric, looking down at how your eyes follow his every move, plump lips wet from licking, curling into a wicked smirk, “lemme use that mouth,” and lithe fingers settle into your hair to grab and press your cheeks against him, smearing your warmed face on his hard cock, “fuck that throat juuusstt how you like it. know you love being used like the pretty little slut you are”

you nod eagerly, his zipper nipping and pinching the side of your temples. “yeah? stick that tongue out”

with a teasy ‘aahhh’ your tongue falls out, resting against the plump of your lower lip, while you look up at him so prettily with big doe eyes. without breaking that contact, he leans closer to spit in your mouth loudly, with a ‘ptooh’ and it mingles with yours on the flat of your tongue before sliding down your throat, “use your teeth, baby. take me out”

catching the metallic zipper of his jeans between your teeth, you draw it down, slowly. the sound of the material parting in a hiss that fills the air. you whine, struggling to get the denim around his button, your hands moving to assist you, but he grunts out a “teeth only” making your thighs press together at the warming ache.

“can’t .. please help me cho. i can’t ”

he coos down at you softly, “awwe’s okay my needy baby .. know you’re just sooo cock-hungry. i’ll help you out this time” pushing down both his jeans and boxers to let his leaky cock spring free before grabbing at the thick base to slap it against your face.

“what do you say, baby. hm?” he runs his wet tip against your lips, smearing salty precum that sneaks past them and drips onto your tongue.

“thank you, daddy”

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[choso4u]

there's something about this photo that according to cardi b, makes my pussy feel like a lake, he wanna swim with his face.

[nanaslutt]

i feel like choso probably wouldn’t have been with many people (maybe anyone) before with him being half-cursed spirit.

what would be be like getting head for the first time?

I’m so glad you asked :3

contains: fem reader, inexperienced!Choso, so much praise, dirty talk, teasing, insecurity, comfort, choso has a crush on reader, first orgasm, he cries from pleasure, soft as hell

MDNI

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“You gotta sit still Choso, don’t you know how big you are?” You asked seductively, jerking his hard on while you sat on your knees on the floor in front of him, “You might seriously hurt someone with this thing.. you don’t want that right?” You questioned again. He shook his head, he didn’t wanna hurt anyone, especially not you.

“Good boy, just keep your ass on the bed and i’ll take care of everything.” You reassured, rubbing your hands along his thick thighs soothingly.

—

Choso had no idea how things escalated this quickly, the two of you had gotten dragged into a conversation about your sexual experiences with Gojo, and suddenly here you were, in his room between his legs after he confessed that he had never been touched before.

This situation was something he didn’t even dare dream of, he never thought he was allowed to think of you this way. Choso had talked to Yuuji about how he felt about you, but nothing of this manner, just how cute he thought you looked in your uniform, how nervous you made him whenever you looked his way, the ball of warmth in his stomach whenever you touched him.

He always stopped his thoughts whenever the warm feeling started to drop lower in his pelvis when he saw you stretch your arms above your head before sparing, your stomach rising to reveal your soft looking tummy. Looking away when it had rained during a mission together, the liquid soaking through your shirt, making it see through, where he sometimes got a glimpse of the black bra you wore underneath your clothes.

So when you dragged him aside after the conversation and asked if he wanted you to show him what a blow job felt like, who was he to deny his long-term crush?

—

Your fingers rubbed along his dripping slit, collecting his pre before you stroked the wetness down the length of his cock, making his breath hitch. You had only been touching him for a couple minutes maybe, and he already felt like something was going to come out.

"I- I think I'm ready." He said, his knee bouncing under the weight of your hand, trying to ease his nerves. "Tap my head twice if its too much for you Choso," you smiled sweetly up at him, making him suck in a breath at how beautiful you looked between his thighs combined with the use of his name.

He watched with bated breath as you opened your mouth, your pretty pink tongue darting out and licking the slit of his cock, making his body jerk forward at the contact, "You okay?" you asked in between kitten licks on his head. He nodded, not being able to take his dark eyes off the scene in front of him, "Just feels s-sensitive." He explained.

You giggled before taking his mushroom tip into your mouth and suckling gently, using your tongue to expertly draw circles around it. Choso's breath hitched above you, his jaw dropping open at the feeling of your warm mouth enveloping his cock. This sensation was unlike anything he'd ever felt before. He started getting dizzy when you started bobbing your head slowly, taking more and more of his length into your mouth as you did so.

Was it supposed to feel this intense? Did it always feel like this? He felt like he was losing his mind, like he had taken some drug that made his brain feel like mush, and his body feel like lava.

"I-its so warm, shit.." He cursed, his cock twitching strongly against your tongue as you took him even deeper. He swore he saw stars when he felt you hum around his length, sending delicious vibrations through his balls.

He was unsure of what to do with his hands, they were just digging into the sheets behind him, but every neuron in his brain was telling him to pet your hair. He wanted to touch you so bad, but he didn't know if he was allowed to.

You popped your lips off his cock, replacing it with your hand as you stroked him quicker, nuzzling your head against his thigh and peppering kisses into the skin there. "I, I want to touch you, can I?" He asked shyly, maintaining eye contact with you through his hooded eyes.

"Of course, you can do anything you want Choso." You said smiling, "As long as your hips stay on the bed." You added, going back to taking his cock into your mouth. His hand immediately came to place itself on your head, not putting any pressure on you, instead just resting it there.

His groans increased in volume when you took his cock to the hilt, his fat tip hit the back of your throat, making you gag around him, the feeling of your throat constricting around his dick made his eyes roll back in his head. "S-so good- feels so good," He moaned out, his jaw had gone slack and his eyes were trying their best to stay open and watch the show you were putting on for him.

Choso had to fight his hips to not buck up into your mouth when your throat repeatedly took him in, over and over again he felt his tip hit the back of your throat, and it was almost too much to take. He started feeling that semi familiar warmth coil in his stomach, the feeling being more intense this time around as he panted and heaved loudly, squirming against the sheets.

"A-ah wait s-stop please, p-please," He begged, sighing in relief when you popped your lips off his cock. Choso’s his hand came down to squeeze the base of his cock harshly, to prevent himself from cuming so fast and embarrassing himself in front of you. "Why'd you stop me? Are you okay?" You ask concerned, the hoarseness of your voice being very prevalent from the abuse your throat had taken.

"I uh.. I think I was about to cum." He admitted, giving the base of his cock one last squeeze before he let go of it, letting it twitch in the air between the two of you. “Ohh, Choso,” you laughed lightly, making his face heat up, “I want you to cum, that’s why i’m doing this.” Your beautiful voice rang in his ears.

Although you had just given him permission, he still shook his head, “No?” you asked, tilting your head to the side, confused. “I don’t..” He paused, gathering all the courage in his body before he spoke again, “I don’t wanna cum too quick.” He said, “I’m sure other people you’ve been with have.. lasted l-longer.” he stuttered out.

His words made you bite your bottom lip, suppressing a smile at how cute he could be. You had no idea he was insecure about this kind of thing. “Choso, this is your first time ever being touched, right?” You ask, rubbing comforting patterns into his thigh with one hand while you wrapped your other around his dick again, starting up a slow pace.

He nodded, body jerking at the sudden pleasure starting up again. “Exactly, so your not as used to this kind of this like someone else might be.” You explained, “But this isn’t about anyone else, this is about you and me.” Your words were doing wonders on his self esteem. “I have no expectations from you, i’m not comparing you to a single other soul.” You reassured, stroking him faster now, his eyes fluttered as he soaked in your words.

“O-okay.” He eventually said, making you smile as you repeated the word back to him, before licking his tip once more, “If you feel like you’re gonna cum, just let it out, I got you.” you comforted, taking him back into your throat again.

He hoped his face wasn’t as red as it felt, (it was) as he slapped a big hand over his mouth to conceal his groans and heavy breathing when your bobbing picked up.

There were strings of spit connecting from the base of his cock to your lips, the sight was so erotic. He almost passed out when he felt your fingers expertly massage his wet balls in your soft hands, squeezing them just right, and steadily working him back up to his orgasm.

“Shit- I- Im close again.” He said, his hand dropping from his mouth as he placed it back on your head and gripped it for stability. You moaned out an ‘mhm mhm’ around him in acknowledgment, trying to let him know it was alright. “It f-feels weird.. I think it’s coming-“ He whined, his thighs shaking and abs clenching at his impending high.

You popped off his dick, sticking out your tongue and stroking him quickly, still massaging his heavy balls, “Yesyesyes good boy Choso, let it out, cum for me.” You whined, and that was all the encouragement he needed.

He didn’t think he’d ever felt anything so intense, he fought to keep his eyes open as he released his load all over your face and tongue, feeling your hot breath pant against his length. Tears he didn’t know had been forming dripped down his face as his body curled in on itself, not being able to take such intense pleasure.

“F-fuck ngggh- ffffuck!!” Curses of your name fell from the dark haired man’s lips as his orgasm seemingly went on forever. His body shook and shook with pleasure even after the ropes of cum stopped, you swallowed up everything he gave you, wiping up the cum that landed on your cheeks you popped your finger into your mouth, sucking it off.

You leaned your head forward to leave a soft kiss on his sensitive cockhead, making him whine, before you stood to your feet in front of him.

“Good fucking boy Choso, how did that feel?” You asked, taking his face in your hands and wiping away his tears, his eyes glassed over, his soul still finding his way back into his body as he took in your words.

He just nodded at you, mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water as he swallowed air into his lungs greedily, “Thank you, t-thank you.” he repeated, wrapping his strong arms around your body. You took the opportunity to sit on his thighs, careful to avoid sitting on his still sensitive but softening cock.

You held his heavy head against your chest, “Thank you~” you giggled, pulling his head away from you and making him look into your eyes, “Felt so good.” he said, shaking his head.

You held his soft cheeks in your hands, before you brought your lips to his head and left a soft kiss against his forehead. “And this is just the beginning.” You replied.

[kaeddehara]

𝜗𝜚 .˚ choso is the type of guy who holds your hand in every single position. it doesn’t matter, he will find a way to intertwine your fingers together so he can feel just that much closer to you. you could be on top of him and no matter what, you’d be holding hands the whole way through. or you could be one all fours and your hands would be behind your back, intertwined with his. not only does he love the feeling of your much smaller fingers next to his but the close, intimateness of it all turns him on <3.

[nanamiscocksleeve]

“Leave it on” Choso 😔🙏

Choso can't breathe as you lay face down on the bed arching your back, you ass pushed up invitingly, revealing the little lace thong barely covering your already soaked cunt.

The little patch of wetness covering the crotch only made it that much more inviting.

"Do you mind if I leave it on?" he asks tremblingly.

You giggle. while glancing at him over your shoulder. "Sure but Cho...how do you plan to fuck me like that?"

He responds by hooking his finger across the scanty material and pulling them to one side, your glistening folds on display.

"Like this," he breathes, and without warning, plunges his hard cock into your warm, wet folds.

[konigbabe]

SHRINE

Pairing: Choso Kamo x fem!reader Word count: 1.3k Tags/warnings: no y/n; smut; soft!dom!choso; female body worship; fingering; cunnilingus (oral sex - f!receive); little religious imaginery; female gendered anatomy Summary: He just wants to please you. Part of my JJKS2 writing week.

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The room’s dimply lit, shadows dancing along the walls, casting a solemn ambiance that hangs heavy in the air.

You can’t take it anymore.

He’s taking his time. It was supposed to be just a quick foreplay.

Time slips away, swallowed by the abyss of pure, primal and raw pleasance.

And Choso isn’t done yet. The weight of his touch – rough and relentless – presses against your flesh as if he’s seeking to sculpt you into something more than human. Something he can worship, pray to – his own shrine. Hands, calloused and weathered, navigate the curves of your body with a fervor that both unnerves and enthralls.

Drawing docile moans from your throat. He takes a long lick; collects your juices. Swallows it all; an intoxicating concoction of metal and salt, a confection so sweet it spreads warmth through his starved body, sets his senses ablaze; a humble acolyte.

Like a serpent in the Garden of Eden – each drop glides down his throat, a symphony of flavors that dance upon his palate.

Christ, how much he has missed you.

His hands gingerly skim up your curves, exploring every inch of the silkiness of your flesh. Fingertips apostles baptizing your skin with trails of reverence, dancing across your thighs, treasuring the way your legs open to accept him; to embrace his expansive frame.

Choso lapps at your throbbing nub, tongue hot and wet, making broad, leisurely strokes that almost cause you pain. He brushes his lips against you then pulls away, not wanting its taste to end too soon; pushing his tongue inside your pussy, stroking the slick walls until they squeeze and tighten around him; the muscles inside you clench even tighter as he flicks your clit with his tongue.

"Choso–mmpmh," his name a mere mewl, "please, more," you sob out, drawing Choso’s eyes up, the color for penitence and mourning – a pleading glance, and he’s aware. Knows what you want, what you plead for.

Heart swelling with the desire to please, silently adoring you. For an eternity, wants to taste every inch of your body – to devour you.

Still, he refuses to give it to you. Wants to prolong this hour to eons, hear you beg more.

One hand slides away from your thigh, his thumb triggering an uncontrollable shudder as it flicks over your clit, circling the bud; he pulls back, lips tracing the curve of your navel. Teeth biting into the soft, pliant flesh before he murmurs against your quivering form, "Words, baby. I need words."

A plaintive whine breaks free from your shaky voice, every nerve in your being gets set on fire as the wet tip of Choso’s tongue traverses the expanse of your bellybutton, meandering towards the tender hollow of your sternum before his face rests in the crook of your neck – a hand enclosing the fat of your breast, thumb stroking over the nipple.

"What do you want?"

The heat of his breath spreads over the slight curve of your clavicles, making the skin tingle. The hand that’s been toying with your nub now fully cupping your leaking pussy, hot and ready; waiting.

"Want your—ahh," his tongue licks the curvature of your neck before his teeth nip at the damp flesh; the pressure of his hand between your legs intensifies, yet it stays still, "Choso–"

Breath hitching, Choso's middle finger teases your slit, running over your entrance tantalizingly slow as he waits.

You grip his hair, legs spreading wider apart, offering yourself up to him more. Hand sneaking over the contours of his shoulder; feeling the play of muscles and tendons underneath your pads.

"Your fingers," you whimper out, heels digging into the mattress as you push your hips against his hand.

The sight of you – spread open, aching and so desperate for his touch, for him – draws a curse from his lips, cock twitching in his pants.

"Christ–," he kisses you then. Wet and needy. His middle finger pushes forward, feeling you grip him, suck him in as you writhe underneath him, swallowing the strained cries, "you’re so beautiful. So perfect."

He takes his time. Adds another finger, stretches you out.

Sinking his fingers deeper inside you, exploring the tightness of your walls in search for uncharted territories, tasting your pleasure and the way your body moves on its own accord. His thumb brushes against your clit with each thrust, setting off mini-explosions within you as his mouth latches on your breast, a hand kneading the other one.

With the flat, wide expanse of his tongue, Choso licks the fullness of your breast, seeking out and taking in your nipple. He circles it until it’s a hard peak and then, ever so slightly, takes it between his teeth. Eyes staying glued to your face, watching the blissful abandon as your eyes close.

Curling his fingers upwards, putting blunt pressure onto your weak spot and feeling the slickness of your heat drip onto his hand, Choso pushes you closer; feeling your pussy contract, walls quivering around him, he doesn't slow down.

Instead, he pushes harder, with greater intensity, his fingers working you in and out, shameless sounds of your juices squelching fill your ears – send heat to your chest, cheeks; only fueled by the feel of his mouth never leaving your breasts.

"Choso–m’gonna–uhh," words incoherent, consciousness consumed by a rapturous trance, "Choso–ahh–fuck–"

He hears you, captures the sweet melody of your voice. Thumb drawing eights, stroking the pulsating nerve, coaxing you; he smiles, a gentle curve that caresses the tender skin of your chest before his lips meet the hollow of your sternum. Each press of his mouth against your skin ignites a holy rhapsody of overwhelming ecstasy, the warmth of his breath mingling with the softness of his touch

"I know," his lips move upwards, "doin’ so good for me," until his breath scorches your cheek, meets the curve of your earlobe, lips tracing the arc of the cartilage, "cum for me, love."

You feel it then – the waves of pleasure washing over you, growing increasingly stronger until you’re shaking beneath him. Every nerve in your body on fire, you surrender and let go, feeling as if you’re floating away on a cloud.

His gaze lingers on your face; burning the image into his mind – the indent between your eyebrows as you furrow them together, the way your eyes are tightly shut, the fluttering of your lashes, and the trembling of your lips as they part to release a cry so raw and pure and blissful that it almost makes him cum.

Choso doesn’t stop.

Fingers plunging deep into you, the white heat of pleasure radiating from your core. His thumb toying with your aching clit; you can feel the heart beating between your legs when Choso moves down, the tip of his tongue drawing a straight line from your chin to your abdomen before he draws his fingers out. Puts them in his mouth instead and sucks them clean.

You watch the way his eyes flutter shut; how his lips curl into a satisfied smirk as he licks away the evidence of your latest orgasm. Then his lips find their place back on your pussy, licks another stripe. Arms supporting your legs, keeping them wide apart with hands gripping your sides.

Your hand sneaks into his hair, messy and flat, sticky with sweat, "Choso–" you whine, twisting under his grasp in an attempt to get away, "can’t–can’t do another."

"Just one," his breath scorches your skin, tongue sneaking its way up your inner thigh, pasty with your own cum, mixed with his saliva lapping at the sweat dripping from your trembling body; he already made a mess of you, "just one more."

[starrierknight]

overstimulating choso so much that his strong, sturdy shoulders tremble while he writhes and ugly sobs into your neck. his pretty hands pawing at your hips as you keep ramming your strap inside him, coaxing out another orgasm as he soaks his flushed abs in more of his own cum. then wrenching his tear-streaked face back by his hair and licking those tears off his cheeks, just to do it all over again, again, and again <3

[eroticdarling]

I want the most cursed backshots that ever existed from this man and I want them NOW OMFG DON'T LET MAPPA ANIMATE HIM WITH HIS HAIR DOWN

I promise you he's gonna be the reason I write the most back-arching, legs behind neck, seat belt gripping, legs trembling, toes curling so bad they're gonna break, and architectural services of smut and change my name to Choso Slut #163

[misssremy]

stepbrother!choso randomly asking you if you’ve ever gotten your pussy eaten, and when you say no he goes ‘wanna know what it feels like?’

———

‘choso… are you sure this is okay?…’ you ask innocently as choso makes his way between your legs, inhaling a sniff of the wet spot on your pretty pink panties. ‘s okay baby, i promise. just don’t tell mum and dad.’ choso reassures knowing they would kick him out for convincing his innocent little stepsister of such a dirty act. ‘okay then… mmm be gentle with me.’ you moan feeling choso push himself deeper between your shaky legs. ‘m gonna take such good care of you baby’ choso moans before tugging on your panties and shoving them in his pocket. his tongue swirls around your soaked pussy lips like a hungry cat. ‘mmm! fuck…’ you skip out a moan, the sudden sensation makes you shut your legs. ‘m gonna eat this pretty pussy til you squirt’ he moans

‘mmmph! fuck! choso!!!…’

(i got lazy)

[heartelysia]

hello ! im not sure if u take requests but if u do, pls do a choso x f reader where he breeds them... n makes them a mommy.. :3 choso brainrot im sorry 😭

this is super similar to a fic im getting ready to publish so im going to turn this into a thirst! if u dont mind .. °=° UGHHH I LOVE CHOSO!!

cw ; cum-stuffing, breeding, creampie, body praise/praise

choso is the type of partner to be so fucking whiny in bed, his cheeks dusted with a rosy pink as he sloppily slams his pelvis against yours in a desperate attempt at smacking your sensitive g-spot.

choso who ruts his hips into yours uncontrollably, whiny moans escaping his lips mixed with his soft praises, "g-god.. fuck! you're... youre so pretty baby.. god you're so fucking gorgeous", he slurs out, drunkenly thrusting into your sloppy cunt.

hes so pussy drunk his hands randomly wander all over your body, digging his blunt fingertips into whatever curves he finds whilst hammering his hips into yours. everything blurs together in the heat of the moment, the sloppy sounds of your sweet cunny hungrily swallowing his cock makes his mushroom tip throb against your g-spot. "so- so happy to be with y-you! 'm so luck.. lucky!"

choso pulls out almost entirely before slamming back in, hitting your bruising cervix with every stroke. each time he bottomed out, he felt your walls deliciously rippling around him, sending electric shocks straight to his veiny cock. his pace quickened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his words come out in broken sentences. "i... i love yo- you...! shit- shit, go- god why are y.. you so ah.. perfect?," he growled, pulling out and pushing back in harder.

hes breathless each time his cock rips another whiny moan from your drooling lips. his hands hopelessly stuttering in its wake of dragging your soft flesh into calloused palms. choso's eyes are blown wide as they seem to only fixate onto your pretty face covered in a thin layer of sweat whilst his pupils catch a glimpse of your bouncing tits teasing him.

his hair loosely fell from his buns, framing his vision to only stare down at you - his beloved. a low, almost animalistic groan rumbles in his throat as his movements became faster and harder, his hips snapping against yours in tight rhythm. his fingers dig into your plush thighs, massaging them as he drove deeper into you as if he was lost in a deep trance.

god, choso thinks he hit the jackpot with you. sometimes he cant help but get nervous around you, you were just so perfect for him and possibly better in his mind, words just come out like vomit. "p-please- please baby.. please- please let me breed your pretty ah! p-pussy! w-wanna cum inside...!", choso pleads, uncontrollably rutting his throbbing cock till it smudges your cervix.

your hands immediately grasp onto the sheets behind your head, knuckles turning white as your body still registers the deliciously painful thrust of your partner grazing your cervix. a guttural groan escapes chosos lips when he feels your thighs tense up, his eyes desperately searched your glazed over pupils for any sort of conformation. whiny so prettily when your only response was a broken moan.

the sound of your moans filled the room, echoing off the walls. they were music to his ears, fuel to his fire. he picked up the pace, slamming into you rougher, faster, his cock carving its shape inside of you.

his hand releases its bruising grip on your soft hips, a cool burning sensation was left behind as his hand stumbles over to your breast, massaging and pinching your hard nipple between his calloused fingertips. "please... please b-baby! ngh- fuck! let me c-cum in you... b-beggin' to knock you up..!", he pleaded, angling his hips a little differently so his angry mushroom tip constantly grazes your sensitive cervix.

he loved the way you arched your back and cried out in pleasure when he did that. it turned him on even more, knowing he could make you feel this way. chosos eyes glimmer in delight when a high-pitched 'yes' made it past your drooling mouth. something in his brain clicked when your head did the weakest nod known to man.

choso grabbed your leg, lifting it up and hooking it over his broad shoulder, giving him better access to your weeping pussy. he plunged into you again and again, hitting your g-spot ruthlessly. you moaned and cried out in ecstasy, body shuddering and trembling underneath him.

"y- g'nna cum prett- pretty girl?", he bites back a moan when your sweet cunt ripples around his cock, "cmon.. shit- cum for me princess...", choso mumbles, reaching down to lightly press his thumb onto your nub. perhaps that was all you need.

the simple action of his calloused fingertip pressing up against your clit instead of his pelvis teasing it made the unbearable coil in your stomach to snap almost instantly. tears flow freely down your cheeks as your entire body freezes up, choso groans at the sight, the happiest smile on his lips.

and then, he felt it - the familiar rush of release coursing through his veins. even for himself, it was rather embarrassing at the broken moan he let out as his hips stuttered violently against your hole. your partner emptied himself into you, his hot, sticky cum filled you up, coating your insides with him.

for a moment, you both just rested there, hearts racing in unison. even in the afterglow, choso doesnt pull out, his cock still hard despite having just cum inside you. he smiled down at you, seeing the fucked-out expression on your face.

"mmm.. gonna plug you up so you will be carrying a miniature us around."

[planetsage]

NEW PIN ! ꒰ 🧚🏽‍♀️ HEAVEN 𖧧˚⋆ʚɞ ── choso kamo 𝜗𝜚 . . . SAVE ?

“all of our love filling all of our room. your low warm voice curses as you find the string to strike within me that rings out a note heard in heaven.”

contains. nsfw so, minors and ageless blogs do not interact. f!reader. switch!choso but mainly dom!cho, sort of fighting for dominance, “ma’am,” f rec oral, dirty talk, fingering.

“can i try .. being in control? y’know, like how .. like how you are usually?”

choso pants sweet puffs of air betwixt words. they suffuse into the otherwise stilled air, toying with the curve of your ear before kissing at it softly. he’s curled up underneath you, twitching and shaking like a spring leaf at how you press swelled lips against the flush of his neck. “you want to be in control?”

you parrot him almost mockingly, and he nods. moving to push you underneath him so quickly you blink a few times to register what just happened, “yeah, i want to be in control” his eyes lock onto yours, dead-set. his wispy lashes so long they almost push up against the lower scruff of his brows, “want to make you feel good” he’s moving down your body, slowly, never letting his gaze grow weak or falter, “want to make you cum on my tongue” a kiss to your stomach and then another to the pit of your belly button, “want to make a mess out of you so i can drink it all up” oh, he’s going to be the death of you, “want to be used”

he nestles palms between the curve of the back of your knees, pushing them up to your chest. then licks a few fat, wet stripes on your inner thighs, muffling into the warmth of your skin, “can i?”

he pulls a smirk out of you. you’ve never seen him like this before. regaling you with words as is if he’s selling himself, but your head dips into a nod, “yeah, cho. make me feel good” slipping a craved hand into his mussed hair. he perks up almost noticeably, as if he expected you to say no. looking up at you, but then his eyes darkened. the usually clear windows to his very soul, fogging over with pure lust.

he opens his mouth, flashing white enamel before closing over the dyed lace of your panties, tearing through it like some crazed dog making your body quickly sit up, “what are you— that was fucking expens- ohhh fuck“

his lips, wet, suction around the bud of your sensitives clit, sucking so harshly as if it’s his last breath of air, slick spit coating as he pinches his brows together, speaking against your sloshy cunt, “shut up and take it”

“who do you— hahh nngh, think you’re talking to, huh?”

“this prettyy fuckin’ pussy. so loud when it sucks me in jus’ — listen, baby”

he dips two long slender fingers into the warmth of your sticky walls, smiling against your cunt at how it squelches so messily, your head slipping back at the sweet stretch, your body already giving in to him, “feel good baby, hmm? tell me just how good ‘m makin’ you feel. say it”

your ass raises and arches up into a bow at how he’s carelessly talking against your cunt, sending warm vibrations to the pit of your stomach, his sharp teeth occasionally teasing and grazing your clit.

“sh— shut— up and eat me out”

he lets you have it with a muffled, “yes ma’am” too caught up and lost in your addicting taste to keep testing and pushing you— he’s successfully dipped a toe, but doesn’t dare to fully submerge, he knows he’s no match and you’d eat him alive like a starved great white.

your thighs hungrily clamp around his flushed face, “fu— fuck gonna cum. don’t stop. don’t fucking stop” and he wouldn’t dream of it.

his fingers slosh in and out of you, hurriedly begging you to give him more. greedy. both your hands dig into his hair grabbing bushy handfuls, grounding yourself against his warm, flattened tongue, “that’s it, baby, use me. fuck my face”

a wave. a tsunami of pleasure surged deep, deep in your core, spreads warmth through your entire body as you push against the crown of his head, “don’t run fr’me” he’s lapping at your pussy through your high, the world around you blurring leaving you empty, your body spasming against the strength of his heavy arms.

you look so pretty like this, he thinks. your body humming angelically with aftermaths of his tongue, bathed in a glow of pure gold. he now sees why you love being in the position he’s in, but now that he’s seen oxymoron personified, this heavenly yet so sinful side of you, he doesn’t think he can go back.

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[ilykaveh]

"open your mouth for me, baby." | with choso kamo .

❀ — content: fem reader, multiple rounds, finger sucking, praise, subspace, overstim, creampie.

due to his nature as a half-curse, choso could last a lot longer in bed than you could. three orgasms in and you were already rendered stupid; so pliant around his cock as if you were nothing more than a cockdrunk mess tangled in the sheets as the man continued to fuck you even still.

"just one more, sweetheart," he cooed, leaning over to cup your cheek. "you look so pretty for me,"

tears began to well up in your eyes as you made feeble attempts to talk, but only silly little babbles fell from your mouth. choso ran a thumb over your drool-soaked lips, smiling to himself as you made an attempt to suck the digit.

"you don't need to think, princess. i've got you. open your mouth for me, baby,"

doing exactly as he said, you let the hazy feeling consume you. choso continued his gentle thrusts into your messy cunt as soft moans filled the room. your overstimulated pussy fluttered around him; every movement was so full of love and adoration. you succumbed to your instincts and sucked on choso's thumb, mentally thanking him when he added another couple of ringed fingers into your mouth.

fuck. he loved how dumb you looked. like a poor little bunny who didn't know any better. so vulnerable, so fucking cute, and all his.

subconsciously, choso's pace sped up. he held onto your hip with a tender grip, keeping you in place. you sobbed lightly when his pelvic bone accidentally brushed against your clit, and again each time the tip of his cock grazed your abused cervix. he hushed your cries every time, feeling a little bit selfish for carrying on fucking you to this point. when you began babbling about cumming, his fingers still in your mouth, choso was dragged away from his thoughts and back to reality.

"do you want me to fill you up, darling?" he asked, only anticipating a nod in response, of which he got. "that's it, my sweet pea, are you going to cum for me again, yeah?"

choso adorable smile made you feel so warm inside. you again did your best to nod an affirmative, though the dizziness had a grip on you. he muttered broken praises and a few pet names, none of which you could fully comprehend considering the fact that his cock was hitting all of the right spots and sending you tumbling towards yet another high.

"cho-" you cried, though you were interrupted by a sob.

"shh, just let go, princess. i've got you, i'm here,"

your smaller hands wrapped around his arm, nails digging crescent-shaped marks into his skin. it felt like choso had lit a match inside of you and you were now on fire. there was a heavy pressure in your lower region, and he sweet-talked you through it. before you knew it, your warm cunt had him in a near death grip as your orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks.

choso took his fingers out of yourself, instead cupping your face as you shook. he had a habit of holding you close when he came, wanting nothing more than to cherish you.

the sensation of your spasming cunt drove him over the edge, with choso groaning your name and octave deeper than his usual voice as he spilled his hot cum against your womb. he absent-mindedly thrust a few more times, though considerably sloppier than those prior.

within the blink of an eye, the man collapsed on the sheets next to you and let you curl into his hold. the feeling of his skin against your own helped you slowly anchor yourself back to the land of the sane.

"mpfh," you mumbled, face mushed against choso's chest.

"what's that, sweetheart? is everything okay?" he could feel your lips contort into a smile, and it filled him with a sense of pride that you were comfortable enough to let your guard down entirely when with him.

"'m good," though full sentences were a struggle, it calmed your boyfriend to know that you were gaining full control back of your state of mind. "comfy,"

he smiled himself. "i'll clean you up in a second, baby. we can stay like this for a moment longer, how does that sound?"

[kiwanopie]

not to be crass but i’d boil his nut into boba beads and pop em in my mouth like aspirin