#aza choubei

[gabbyp09]

[doodlejoops]

The very fucking pretty Aza Chobe. Commissioned piece!

[shysheeperz]

[angelltheninth]

Paradise Comes Back to You

Pairing: Aza Chobe x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, rough sex, possessive sex, creampie, reunion sex, thank god you're alive sex, kissing, biting, slight dirty talk

A/N: Like I said, I'm going feral for him so he will in turn go feral as well.

"You're okay, thank fuck. I was worried." Aza's hands ran over your body up and down the best he could with your bodies pressed against each other fully, hips barely parting from one another before they slapped together again. "I thought about you every day, every night."

You hummed against Aza's lips, delighting in the way his tongue greedily pushed into your mouth. You never wanted to let him go again, wrapping one arm around his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin, your other head tangled into his hair, feeling slightly rougher then the last time you saw him. You didn't mind, you didn't mind how rough he was, you missed that roughness, that passion he gave to you.

"Missed you too, Aza. But I knew you'd come back to me, you always did." Truth be told there were many who told you he would die on that island, but you knew Aza better then anyone, he gave you his word, and he would keep it, "Tell me, are you still..." You bit his neck, muffling your moans as he sped up, cock hitting so deep inside you, deeper then your fingers could ever reach, "...are you still mine a I am yours?"

"Always, always been yours baby." Aza growled against your cheek, his hand finding your cheek and pushing up to look at you, his face soft and smiling, "I never went a single night without dreaming about you. It was so frustrating, waking up every day, hard as a rock without your warm cunt to sink it in. To spill my cum in, I wasted so much, and all I wanted was to give it to you."

Hearing his words made your heart skip a beat, he missed you just as you missed him, dreamt the same dreams you did. Perhaps, in a way, you were able to meet each other there, to still kiss and make love on those nights apart. That was a possibility, but this, this was reality, he was real, holding you, kissing you, his hot, pulsing cock sliding in and out.

"Then give it to me, Aza." You pulled him into yet another deep kiss, licking over the scars on his lips as you did so and let your release wash over you, and finally, after all this time you got to feel his cum filling you up again, so much of it, so quickly, a seemingly never ending euphoria between you two, the reunited lovers.

[morzyin]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥'𝐬 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐞ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ★ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ⭒

[silversoulsociety]

Aza Choubei

Jigokuraku E2

[shizukais]

[the-chikyuu-times]

[animangahive]

[deathberi]

[eiichiro]

JIGOKURAKU (2023) created by kaku yuuji

[zzzennin]

me arriving on the Hell's Paradise fandom looking for Shion content :

[shysheeperz]

[angelltheninth]

i can ask for a scenario where i just relax my body with chobei and kiss his scars (after we have sex a lot, of course👀

I would kiss his scars, I bet they're really sensitive.

Pairing: Aza Chobe x Fem!Reader

Tags: slight nsfw, aftercare, cuddles, kissing, scar kissing, touch starved Aza

A/N: I honestly didn't expect the Aza fic to get any attention but I'm glad people liked it and want more.

You cupped Aza's face as you let your body fall onto his in the aftermath of your orgasms. His was still deep inside you, slowly softening up and unwilling to pull out or let you pull away, "Bit more, not done with you yet pretty girl." He grin was wide and knowing as you pulled closer.

Aza closed his eyes, waiting for the sweet press of your soft lips against his and instead he got one right over the scar crossing his nose. If your body wasn't so exhausted from your love making you would have moved fully on top of him, hovered over him, but this would do. His surprise was enough to make up for that face.

"What's the big idea?" He didn't hate it when you kissed his scars but he could never quite get used to it either, his eyebrows twitching the more your lips mapped his scars. First the one running across his face, under his eyes, then to his lips, giving him the kiss he'd been waiting for, "There it is." Aza relaxed a little, his hands running down your back and massaging your ass in appreciation.

Lastly you made your way up the scar on over his eye, feeling his lashes flutter against your lip, his breath hitch and body go taunt under yours for a moment, "Thank you for being here." You whispered against his cheek and delivered another soft kiss on his lips.

[gabbyp09]

[batterygarden]

some love birds in a hammock (aza chobe x gn reader)—sfw but pls don’t follow me if ur a minor

Chobe’s not really listening — or maybe he is only half way. ‘Cause when you say something funny he knows to throw out a fake laugh that has you shoving his fucking battering ram of a shoulder with all your might till he moves half an inch in your hammock. He slides right back against your body though—gravity and all—and peers at you over his sunglasses with a face that acknowledges your nonexistent strength in a teasing way. Then he resumes focus on the map he was studying.

“You’re an asshole.” You say, leaning against him anyway and glaring at the maze of park trails on his lap.

He ignores you pointedly this time, pushing his shades in his hair before tracing one of the lines in front of him with his finger. You observe as his face pouts in concentration, catching his eyes moving so fast over the guide you can’t understand how he’s even absorbing anything—your boyfriend’s some kind of genius when it comes to processing new information. You only have another moment to watch him before the map is folded back in his pocket and he’s giving you his full attention again—evidently having learned the directions he’d been searching for in record time.

His confidence earns a frown. He’s so annoyingly perfect sometimes—it almost makes you self-conscious.

You think back to the way he handled being lost in the first place. When it was revealed that you’d confidently led the two of you at least a mile off the trail you were meant to be hiking in the wrong direction, rather than groaning and complaining or even teasing, Chobe had taken the situation in stride. He’d only heaved a deep breath and unzipped his backpack, offering you a canteen of lukewarm water while he set to work pitching his hammock in some nearby trees.

When you were confused, wondering, “shouldn’t we retrace our steps to find the main trail?” Aza was shaking his head before you could finish your sentence.

“Nah, it’s time to take a break.”

You aren’t sure whether aza’s reaction to the situation makes it more or less embarrassing—he definitely handled it with more grace and maturity than you would have if the situation were reversed… there’s no way you could have resisted at least one teasing comment.

His endless patience somehow only manages to make him feel farther away, farther above you, like your forgetfulness and clumsy ways are expected. He makes you feel childish. Childish and yet, ironically, very trusted—like he doesn't expect you to scrape your knees but is unsurprised and band-aid-prepared when you do. It’s nerve-wracking because you look up to him so much, and now, as your feet kick back and forth to get his hammock swinging, you can’t help but worry his trust for you will run out some day.

Aza starts kicking his legs a little too, before leaning back so his head rests against fabric.

“You’re worried we won’t find our way back?”

He guesses, sensing the stress you radiate while contrasting it completely—letting his eyelids droop all serene-faced. You wanna punch him. And do a million sweeter, mushier things.

“No,” you swing your legs harder, the leaves around you swaying as the hammock flies.

“I know you can find the way Mr. Human compass man.”

“Why’re you so pissed then? ‘T’s a nice day.”

You bite your tongue while you wait for a response to come together in your head—better to word this wisely.

“I… wish you’d been the one to get us lost.”

Chobe’s instantly chuckling, pulling you against his chest so he can drag you both sideways—laying down instead of sitting.

His deep laugh takes a while to die down—your cheeks could start a forest fire by the time he’s finished.

“You want me to take the blame?” His voice is teasing and unserious when he finally breathes enough to speak, his hands warm where they rub up and down your back

You sigh long and hard, finally revealing your buried face to frown at him.

“No! Ugh! That’s not it at all.”

His eyes widen when he sees you’re seriously upset and he clears his throat before shoving a nearby tree branch so you’re swinging again.

He uses a placating tone,

“‘Course not. I’m just teasin’.”

You let him rock you with your face buried again for a while before you try and speak some more, eventually wrapping your arms around his neck to scoot your face closer.

“‘M just. Feeling embarrassed that I got us lost. Sometimes I feel like everything I do is wrong and everything you do is right.”

Your voice is tiny and it’s a miracle he even hears it, but you know he does because he squeezes you closer after each word.

He traces patterns on your back for a minute while you swing before he replies.

“Well that’s kind of true.”

You lift yourself up so he can see your glare.

He’s quick to add a defensive tone, “I am always right! ‘M I supposed to argue the facts??”

He smiles when you roll your eyes, pinching your cheek before he adds

“But you’re also never wrong.”

You giggle, letting him cradle you back to his chest before reminding him—

“Except about trail directions!”

He hums no, pushing a branch so you’re swinging again.

“This wasn’t the wrong way. We coulda missed this hammock spot if we didn’t take it.”