#choso drabble

[m-ayo-o]

Imagining Choso Kamo who starts salivating over your new thong!

He licks his lips every time you walk past, with your low jeans exposing the lacy red material.

It looks so hot he can't take his eyes off you.

The way it rests on your hips draws his attention to your cute, round ass. His staring continues until he's full on daydreaming; thinking of stripping you and getting his hands and lips all over your plushy ass.

He gets carried away, until he's having wet dreams of you.. your body, that fucking lacy string of material that he just pushes out of the way to expose your cute, wet holes for him.

He's humping the mattress, a hot mess, rubbing his hard, leaky cock until he spunks and moans your name.

"uuh- uh, fuck--" he whimpers in his sleep and wakes up all wet and sticky.

"fuck" he mutters again, feeling relieved but dirty. And very glad you're not sleeping in his bed tonight.

[rissouu]

“say sorry.” choso spat, voice laced in anger as he pushed shoved your legs further apart. you’d been giving him nothing but attitude left and right for weeks now, he was finally sick of it. 

drool covered your face when he shoved himself into you, not even caring if he was being too rough. usually he was your gentle little choso, so sweet and always careful as though not to hurt you.. but this had to be a different person.

“y’think it’s okay to be mean to me, hm?” a rough hand slid up to your neck, forcing your eyes to meet his low ones. your head shook on its own, even your body knew you couldn’t get away with ignoring him.

choso’s head tilted as his hair dropped from the tiny man-bun he once wore, “c’mon use your words mama. i know you can, tell daddy you’re sorry?”

the hand wrapped around your throat made it almost impossible to speak, mixed with the pleasure from his thumb that was circling around your clit.

“p..please cho! ‘m sorry daddy, so sorry!” you threw your head back before placing a hand on his stomach, hoping to push him away. “‘m s..so sorry for being mean. please i can’t take it,”

a low chuckle fell from his lips as he slapped your hand away, pinning it behind your back. “noww you wanna be nice, where’d my mean girl go baby? you done being a fuckin’ brat?”

you nodded aggressively, feeling your own tears fall down your neck for the millionth time. “‘m done cho, i promise. never gonna be rude again!”

the black haired man grinned at your words, you were so quick to kiss ass if it meant getting him to forgive you, too bad he saw right through you.

“that’s good mama, im proud of you for learnin’. but im not done.. daddy’s gonna fuck this pretty pussy up a little more okay?”

©rissouu 2025 (happy fucking new years to all my babies, ya girl is backkk!! #weluvdomchoso)

[classyrbf]

you and bf!choso who’ve decided that you can’t fuck each other for a week. It was a stupid challenge both of you made up while drunk and the loser who breaks first has to do all the house chores for a month. You thought it was a huge joke, but you were oh so wrong. He’d push you away at any sort of intimacy, even a hug. You could tell it was making him break. Just a slight south on his shoulder made him jumpy. He wasn’t handling as well as he thought he would. It was funny to see him losing his mind, whining about not being able to touch or kiss you. “You did this to yourself, Cho.” You smiled. “You can still touch and kiss me, we just can’t…have sex.” You shrugged.

Choso plopped his head into the pillow. “That’s the point! If I do any of those things, all I can imagine is fucking you.” His muffled words come through the pillow. And though he has been getting the worst end of the stick, you’ve also been missing your man…a little too much. You sneakily undress yourself, climbing into bed while he’s face down, your hands running up and down his bare back, completely unaware of your malicious intent.

“Come on, baby. As long as you don’t put it in, we’ll win.” You try so hard to break him, but you know how tenacious he is. He shakes his head, covering his ears to rid himself of your sultry voice.

“I will not listen to you devil woman. You cannot persuade me.” He’s completely lying because he’s hard right now and trying so hard to distract his mind, but it always leads back to you.

“No? Not even if I do this?” You grab one of his hands, placing it on your bare chest. His hand freezes when he feels your warm skin, taking a second to recognize what he’s touching. It slightly moves, his thumb running over your hardened nipple. “I’m bored, Cho! I miss you, baby. Please, please—” He quickly pushes you back on the bed, his body hovering you. His eyes hurriedly scan your naked body, taking in every inch of you.

“Baby, no,” he breathes. “You can’t—god, fuck. Why are you like this? You know I can’t resist you.” He says above a whimper, squeezing his eyes shut. But when he feels your hands run down his abs and into his sweats, his eyes spring open to see that wicked smile on your face. “Fine, fine , fine.” He quickly pulls his sweats off, tossing them to the floor, his cock already throbbing. “Fuck, you’re crazy…I love it.”

“I know you do,” you giggle, slowly jerking him off. “If you just do…this,” you rub his cock along your folds, his tip nudging against your clit, “and go slow, we’ll be fine.” You bite down on your bottom lip. He lets out a shaky breath, moving his hips as his cock glides up and down your pussy, gathering slick and smearing it. “There you go, baby. Good job.” You praise.

He gulps, everything in him just wants to be inside you. He can feel your warmth, your wetness, how badly you need him. He needs you just as much. He doesn’t know why he’s so determined to win this challenge, he could forfeit right now just to get a feel of your pussy. He feels like it’s been forever, when it’s only been five days. Is he losing his mind? Why does this feel so good already? Everything about you is tempting him. You little whimpers and moans, your perky nipples that are begging to be sucked, you plump lips ready to be kissed. He can’t do it. He pulls away before he makes a mistake. “I-I can’t do it, baby.” His breaths are heavy, heart pounding against his ribcage. “We cant.” But he wants to so bad, he wants to keep going.

“You’re just gonna leave me all alone like this? Hm?” You blink your lashes up at him, reaching your hand down to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles. His eyes follow your hand, fully fixated.

“Fuck,” he whispers under his breath. He’s so hard it hurts. Without even thinking, his cock is back on your pussy, his tip massaging your clit. “Can’t believe we’re doing this.” He looks up at you and sees just how much you’re enjoying this, that smile on your face and that glint in your eye. “You’re so wet, baby,” he huffs, your pussy squelching with each movement.

He spreads your legs further, slapping his cock against your cunt earning a small gasp from you before grinding against you again. He hates how good this feels, how easily he’s ready to cum. “Feels so good,” you moan, tossing your head into the plush comforter. He continues to rub his cock against your clit, sensitive from the five days of no sex. You pull at your taut nipples, adding another form of stimulation to help drive you to your orgasm. “You’re gonna make me cum just like that.” You suck in a breath, your eyes rolling back when he starts moving faster. “Just don’t put it inside, baby. I know you want to.” You shake your head at him, brows furrowing in pleasure.

He stares back at you, a teary look in his eyes as he fights so hard. You can tell he’s close too, his chest rapidly moving up and down with each whimpering breath, and his flexed abs. “Fuck, I want it so bad. Wanna cum inside you so fucking bad,” he moans softly. “I’m gonna cum—mmmph! Baby, cum with me, please,” he begs, his voice breaking. “Ah, ah, shit!” His body shakes as thick ropes of cum coat your pussy, covering every inch. Both of your moans mixed as you both entered your highs, cumming just seconds after him. He continues to rub his cock through your folds, smearing his cum in each crevice but inside.

“Did such a good job holding back, Cho. Mmm, come here.” You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him down for a heated kiss. His hands ghosted over your skin, gripping at the flesh of your waist. “That felt so good.” You lazily smile at him.

“I was losing my goddamn mind. I still am.” His eyes flutter shut. “And I’m still hard,” he groans in annoyance. “This is your fault.”

“Sorry,” you laugh. “I just wanted to have a bit of fun.” You peck his lips as he falls back onto the bed. “I missed you.” You climb on top of him.

“I missed you too, but we have to behave. Only two days.” You grips your waist, tracing circles on your skin.

“But if we both win, who does the chores?” You questioned.

Choso sat in silence for a moment. “That’s actually a good question. I guess both of us?” He shrugged.

“And if we both lose?” You say in a playful voice, leaning down to press kisses against his neck. “Doesn’t that mean we both do the chores still? So, technically we can have sex…”

[http-tokki]

do you ever look at someone and think “wow, my throat feels so empty.” yeah that’s how i feel about choso.

i think he would be so startled by that hearing, a little afraid and if he was honest, little turned on. his cheeks turning pink, covering his mouth with his hand to hide the confused smile creeping across his cheeks.

“your what feels empty?” his question is timid, afraid that he had heard you wrong and he was about to risk being outed as a lil freak but you smile at him, corner of your bottom lip pulled between your teeth at his innocence.

“my throat.” you confirm, titling your head at him.

“as in you want-?” he is still confused but it’s cute.

sometimes you do need to spell things out for him, the slang of the current age alluding him completely.

“your cock.” you nod and watch as his ears flush. “in my mouth.” the hand at this mouth drops in shock at your bluntness. “now.” you pout and offer a soft. “please.”

choso can’t remember who undressed who. it was a blur of clothes and hasty movements and all he knows is that you’re between his thighs, taking his aching cock deep in your throat and he is thanking whoever wants to listen that he asked for further clarification.

[kisakunt]

Choso getting all jealous of a fuck machine and your dildo collection?

-🫡

“Why do you need that?” It’s a simple question, but you can’t tell if he’s angry or not. You and Choso were going through your closet, some spring cleaning if you will, and he happened to stumble upon your private box.

“I don’t know, it’s fun.” You don’t think it’s a big deal. Almost every girl has a sex toy or two. Sure, maybe you’re a little bit overboard— you did buy a three hundred dollar contraption that physically fucks your favorite dildo into you— but are you so bad for liking a little pleasure?

He pauses, fingers tracing over the veins on your hyperrealistic toy.

“Am I,” He starts, pausing for a second as if he’s questioning himself. “Am I not doing a good enough job?” Shit.

“No! No, baby, you’re perfect.” You reach and grab the dildo out of his hands, quickly shoving it out of the box. “You’re gone a lot, though, and I don’t know… I get needy, I guess?”

“Oh.” That didn’t seem to appease him. “I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?”

“I didn’t mean to leave you unfulfilled.”

“No! Cho, you’re not understanding.” Your hand is over his and it feels like religion. You never get over him. “I think about you every time.”

“Yeah but if I were fucking you enough you wouldn’t need this.” Your heart drops. In some sick, twisted way you think it’s cute. 

“Is it better than me?”

“No.” He finally looks up at you, eyes full of something you can’t seem to understand, and also a little pain.

“Does it make you cum?” You’re not going to lie to him. If it didn’t, that would be a horrible waste of three hundred dollars.

“Yes.”

He’s grabbing you before you can even think twice, yanking you towards your bed with still such a timid touch. It’s a soft push when your back falls onto the mattress, and he’s on top of you in an instant.

“I’m the only thing that’s supposed to make you cum.” Choso fucks sweet. He can get rough, he can fuck you like he hates you, but despite all that he is a gentle lover. There’s never been a moment having sex with him that you haven’t felt his care radiating from him. You can still feel it right now as he latches himself onto your neck— open-mouthed and sloppy—, but there’s a sense of selfishness you’ve never felt before. Possession. He’s jealous.

It’s a silly concept, you think, to be jealous of a sex toy— but Choso is a silly guy. His hands trace down your stomach, fingers hovering over your hip before they go lower, touching you over your pants.

“I don’t like that you have those.” Choso is never controlling. You know he’s not telling you to get rid of them, more so conveying his emotions to you like you’ve begged him to do.

You gasp as he circles your clit, pussy wet under the cloth of your leggings. There’s a sense of routine when you and Choso fuck. He’s always asking what’s okay, always asking what feels good, always checking on you. But now, he strips you naked without a word, bringing himself down to suck at one of your tits while his hand goes back down to your now bare cunt.

He doesn’t waste time with your clit. His fingers plunge inside you, curling into your g-spot as he moves them in and out of you.

“Does it go faster than this?”

“Yes,” It’s shaky, because even though it hasn’t been long Choso knows how to make you feel good. Then he speeds up and it’s better and you’re cockdrunk without even having his cock.

“Oh, shit.” His tongue is back to lapping circles around your nipple, his hair poking at your neck, his chin pressing into your ribs, and you’re overwhelmed. The room is full of sounds of just wet— from his mouth and your pussy— and it’s vulgar and crass and lewd and you want him.

You cum quick. He feels it on his middle and ring finger— you taught him that, you taught him everything, he’s your picture perfect fuck toy— and whines into your chest.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

It doesn’t take him long to live up to his promise. He’s bottoming out in you without a second thought, balls hitting you every time he thrusts.

“This is what you’re supposed to have.” You think you might be stupid right now. Actually, you can’t think at all— sharp breaths and erratic moans leaving you.

Choso is a whiner, but right now he groans. He’s fucking you like he needs you, like he loves you, like you’re meant to be his.

It’s almost grotesque; the way your pussy drips from both of your arousal, the sloppiness of the way it sounds each time he bullies in and out of you, the desperation from your spasming cunt.

“Does it feel like this?” He’s barely getting out the words, almost incomprehensible. “Does it fuck you better than me? Does it fucking love you?”

That’s enough to make you cum again. And now, you feel stupid for ever having it.

“I’m sorry!” He’s relentless, each thrust pounding at your cervix, stretching out the softness of your walls. “I’m sorry, I’m yours, I’m sorry.” And it’s beyond the toys, it’s beyond the insecurity and jealousy, it’s beyond primal emotions.

It’s connection. Sweat drips from his hair onto your cheeks, and in a desperate move you lift your head to lick it off his temple. He owns you. You can both feel it in the way your soft walls clench around him, you can both feel it as your legs wrap in a loose pretzel around his waist, you can both feel it as tears form in your eyes from how much it all is.

“I love you, I’m sorry, I’m yours.” It’s weak, muffled by your moans and the sound of his pelvic bone slapping yours. His hips rub at your clit each time he snaps them into you, his cock grazing the top of your pussy in a way you didn’t know was possible.

“Cum, please,” It’s pure yearning. You can tell he’s close from the way he hiccups his breaths, from the way his head has dipped down into the crook of your neck, from the way he begs you through gritted teeth. “I need you to cum, let me make you cum.”

And how could you deny Choso? So you let go, nails scratching at his back, fingers gripping at the slightest bit of fat on his waist, head lulled into the mattress, and you cum.

And so does he, continuing his choppy movements to fuck his cum further and further into you, getting you as full of him as he can.

He collapses on you for a brief moment, before he shifts himself out of you and next to you, arm wrapping around you as he presses kisses onto the top of your head.

“Is it better than that?” It’s breathy, exhausted and worn, but he sounds so sure of himself you can almost see his smile.

“No.” Choso hums, shifting gears into aftercare.

You finish your cleaning the next day, and when you’re back in your closet, Choso can’t find your precious collection anywhere. He thinks he must’ve done a good job.

[reignpage]

Best Roommate Ever!

Summary: your sweet roommate, Choso, is not who he seems Word Count: 1k Warnings: smut, dubcon, perv!choso, manipulation, coercion, handjob, cursing, nonconsensual picture taking, pillow fucking, ooc, dark themes, fem!reader, not proofread

Roommate!Choso is a blessing — he’s the cleanest person you’ve ever met, he’s sweet and kind, doesn’t bring over loud guests, and never fights you for the remote. He makes soup when you're sick, helps with the chores, and gets along great with you.

Pervy roommate!Choso waits until you leave for your job to walk into your room and jump onto your bed, inhaling your scent from the pillows. He buries his face in it, gripping the soft material as he grinds into your mattress, overwhelmed by your smell and the images of you writhing in bed the way he is.

Roommate!Choso does the laundry and never complains. He separates the whites from the colours, doesn’t cheap out on laundry detergent and fabric softener. Hell, what kind of guy uses fabric softener? 

Pervy roommate!Choso  loves to do the laundry because he gets to see what you’ve been wearing under all those tight jeans, see what colours you gravitate towards, and know whether you’ve touched yourself at all the past week.

You had just come out of the shower, and he was knocking on the door, talking about how the laundry needs to be done immediately. Truthfully, he just wanted to pocket the flimsy material at the top of the pile and press the still wet gusset to his nose. 

Pervy roommate!Choso groans, free hand shoved into his sweats, soothing the throbbing of his cock by squeezing the base the way he thinks you would, firm and teasing. He loves the way your pussy smells and oh god he wishes he could smell it from the source, but he’ll settle for tonguing the wet spot, eyes rolling back at the taste of you. 

Roommate!Choso laughs when you can’t find your favourite thongs, claiming the washing machine eats up things like all his socks, and doesn’t dare say it’s actually in his pocket right now. 

Pervy roommate!Choso sneaks into your room when you’re asleep, eyes roving over the shorts riding up your ass, and the way your big shirt is bunched up right under your tits. 

He snaps a pic of the curves of your ass, lifting the hem slightly so more of your plump cheek is on show. Your skin is soft, and he just can’t help himself; he smooths a hand over your thigh, thumb pressing to watch the flesh bounce and ripple.

And then he’s moving upwards, careful fingers pushing the shirt up and over your tits, unrestrained and gorgeous in the moonlight streaming through the curtains. 

Pervy roommate!Choso sucks a finger, skin absorbing the warmth of his mouth before he’s skimming your nipple, poking the stiffening bud. Kneeling, he takes a risk, heart beating abnormally fast as he keeps an eye out on your face. Any flicker of consciousness and he’ll disappear back into his room. 

He sticks a tongue out, the tip jutting just a little so he can poke at your nipple. His eyes roll back at the knowledge of how wrong it is and then he’s throwing caution to the wind and wrapping his lips around it, sucking hard before you groan. 

When you wake up, you’re confused as to why your shirt is almost choking you and your nipple is oddly sensitive. 

And wet?

Roommate!Choso decides he needs more, that he can’t stand the sneaking around. He needs you, needs to feel your willing touch. But there’s no way he can risk putting his heart on the sleeve and be rejected, because then he’ll lose you. 

Pervy roommate!Choso calls you into his room, claiming his pelvis is sore. You suggest taking him to the hospital, but he blushes, it’s too embarrassing. So, you take pity on your poor roommate and offer to massage it for him. 

A small smile crawls on his face and as soon as a yes leaves your mouth, he’s shoving his sweats down with more vigour than he would have liked.  You don’t notice. Rubbing your hands together, you blow warmth between them before pressing your fingers to his upper thighs and his lower abdomen. 

You’re touching everywhere but where he wants you to, poking and prodding to ease a soreness that doesn't exist. 

Pervy roommate!Choso groans. The ache has moved upwards to his dick. How humiliating. But you don’t mind, do you?

Wrapping your hand around his base, you look up at him with those wide innocent eyes he loves so much and ask if it’s okay, if he’s feeling better, and oh, is he ever?

You jerk him off exactly how he imagined, thumb brushing across his slit and using his cum to smooth the descent. He cums all over your hands, back arching and your name on his tongue.

Roommate!Choso loves movies nights with you! He loves when you snuggle up right next to him, resting your head on his shoulder and sharing a bowl of popcorn. It’s so much fun to critique cheesy dialogue with you. 

Pervy roommate!Choso loves movie nights for another reason; you fall asleep after the second movie like clockwork, hand buried in the popcorn. He scoots the bowl away very carefully, watching your hand fall limp onto his crotch. 

He presses it down harder with his own, hips rutting upwards to chase that pressure and turn it into pleasure. He can’t cum like this, it isn’t enough, but he can if he manages to tuck that hand under his pyjama bottoms, using the oil from the popcorn as lubricant, UTI be damned. 

When you wake up and he’s wiping your hands clean, he chastises you for dozing off without washing up. And you thank him for being so sweet and thoughtful, assuming the flush of his cheeks is from the compliment and not the rapid beat of his heart from being almost caught. 

Pervy roommate!Choso steals your pillows whilst you’re out with friends, he ties them together with rope, taping pictures of parts of your sleeping body onto his creation. 

He rams his throbbing dick inside, cursing the fact that it’s not tight enough but it’ll have to do. He pictures the way your tits would bounce as he pounds into you, the way your pussy would gush around his cock, forming a creamy white ring, and if he closes his eyes, he can hear your moans, can hear you cry out for more. 

Pervy roommate!Choso envisions your sloppy cunt clenching down on him as you cum at the same time he squirts inside, biting his lip to stifle his whimpers. 

The pillow covers are ripped up from his death grip, drying stains of his guilt soaking into the cotton.

Thankfully, you don’t question why he’s bought you brand new pillows, instead giving him a hug for the gift.

He’s just such a great roommate!

[ivyvenus333]

part 1 ;)

thinking about fuck buddy!choso who doesn’t realize he’s falling for you.

what he is aware of, however, is that he loves staying buried so deep inside of you long after he’s cum inside your pretty pussy – his favorite form of aftercare.

yeah, he’ll never get over the way you reflexively tighten around him, or how your hardened nipples feel flush against his chest...

but he loves how sweet you always smell (a familiar scent that’s gradually overtaken his bedding), his face buried in your neck and nipping lightly at the skin as your breathing slows.

loves the way you wrap your arms around him and pull him even closer, the feeling of your fingers delicately running up and down his broad back to soothe the harsh scratches you left behind.

loves the sound of your laugh as he traces your warm, soft skin just the same, your small protests that it tickles too much getting lost in his raven hair.

loves the dimples that your heartfelt smile reveals as he peppers your forehead, cheeks, nose, and eyelids with gentle kisses before he pulls out to clean you up.

loves the way you look in his clothes as you get ready for bed, one arm wrapped around your waist and chin resting atop your head as you two brush your teeth in comfortable silence. you use the toothbrush (and makeup remover, and skincare, and lotion) that he bought for you to keep at his place “just…because.”

and when you fall asleep in his arms, fuck buddy!choso starts to understand why he fucking hates the thought of you with anyone else.

[niki-phoria]

⋆｡°✩ I COULDN'T BE MORE IN LOVE

small gestures of affection with itadori yuuji, fushiguro megumi, gojo satoru, and kamo choso

notes: gn reader (no pronouns used), some of these don't really fit the prompt but whatever lol, cw for mentions of blood/injuries in megumi and choso's, inspired by this prompt list by @euthymiaaa not proofread !! pls forgive any mistakes, title from the 1975 - i couldn't be more in love

“yuuji,” your voice cuts through the chaos swirling throughout ITADORI YUUJI’S mind effortlessly. he freezes, swiftly turning on his heel to face you. you softly smile as you take a step closer to him, gesturing to the mess of fabric messily woven into itself. “do you need some help?”

“yeah,” yuuji nods, tugging at his tie until it falls flat against his chest once again. “some help would be nice.”

taking the fabric into your hands, you weave the ends together to form a small knot near the center of yuuji’s chest. carefully, you slide it upwards until it sits snugly at the center of yuuji’s neck. “you’ve never had to wear a suit before, have you?”

“i’m sorry,” he nervously chuckles. he unconsciously raises a hand, absentmindedly brushing a hand through the little hairs near the nape of his neck. “i’ve never had a reason to dress up before.”

you simply chuckle in response, reaching up and attempting to smooth away the wrinkles in the fabric. your fingertips trace the edges, hiding away any loose threads or imperfections from the tailoring. “it’s alright. i don’t mind.”

you reach upwards, caressing his cheek with your thumb. your fingertips brush against the edges of the small curse marks beneath his eyes, making yuuji smile brightly. “you look really nice, yuuji.”

a light flush spreads across his face, tinting his face a deep pink. he smiles softly, replying, “but not as good as you.”

“you’re awake.” 

FUSHIGURO MEGUMI softly groans, squinting up at the ceiling above as the blurriness slowly begins to clear from his vision. he squeezes his eyes shut for a moment before the ringing in his ears dissipates, leaving only the quiet hum from a nearby fan to fill the silence. 

the first thing megumi notices is your eyes. if he didn’t know any better, he would have missed the eyebags that he could’ve sworn weren’t there this morning and the slight nervous shake in your hands when you reach over to pass him a bottle of water. guilt settles into the pit of his stomach before he can will it away. “what happened?”

“a curse hit you into a wall. ieiri said it was a severe concussion.” megumi nods. reaching up, he carefully brushes a hand against the bandages wrapped tightly around his forehead. he can still vaguely taste the blood that filled his mouth after the injury. “don’t worry. i took care of the curse.” 

“thank you.” he sighs, carefully pushing his body to sit upwards. “i’m sorry i worried you.”

megumi’s breath catches in his throat when you reach over, taking his hands into your own. blood rushes to his cheeks, spreading an embarrassingly obvious flush across his features. butterflies swarm throughout his stomach in waves as your fingertips trace along the fresh bruises staining his pale skin before you settle for intertwining your hands together. “i’m just glad you’re safe,” you smile, sealing your promise with a soft squeeze.

GOJO SATORU awakens to the sight of sunlight threatening to break through the closed blinds. rays of light illuminate your bedroom, casting a golden glow across your features. he groans as he rolls onto his side, stretching out his tired limbs beneath the covers. 

your quiet chuckle from beside him breaks him out of his trance. satoru blinks the sleepiness away from his eyes as he shifts, moving to face in your direction. stray strands of white hair frame his sharp features. your gaze the jagged edges of the few scars that litter his bare chest, admiring the aspects that make him human.

without the usual blindfold covering his face, your gaze rises to meet satoru’s. his eyes are the colour of the ocean. the shine like gemstones - brilliant and blue. you reach upwards, carefully carding your hand through his bangs. the strands are soft against your skin as you weave them in between your fingertips; he sighs as your nails gently massage against his scalp. “good morning, satoru.”

under the safety of your comforter, satoru allows the weight of the world to slip off of his shoulders. he smiles softly, shuffling across the sheets to entangle your bodies together. his hands skim the hem of his stolen t-shirt; his fingertips threaten to slip beneath the fabric to ghost against your bare skin. he leans in, pressing a feather-light kiss against your cheek as he wraps his arms around you. “morning.”

“i’m sorry.”

KAMO CHOSO can feel the gentle burn of ice against his fingertips as he carefully holds the ice pack against your face. hues of purple and green bloom against your cheek, staining your skin with the temporary consequences of being too headstrong in a fight. dark, worried eyes meet your own when he looks up. “for what?”

you catch your bottom lip between your teeth, anxiously chewing on the flesh until choso takes your hand into his own. he unconsciously rubs his thumb against your knuckles, tracing the scars decorating your skin - a gentle reminder to relax before your teeth cause a new wound. “being stubborn. dragging you into the fight. not waiting for backup.”

choso’s lips quirk into a slight frown. “i’m not upset at you,” he begins. you flinch slightly when he adjusts the angle of the ice pack until it presses against a fresh area of the bruise. the shake in his hands is unmistakable when he brushes his fingertips against the edge of your jaw. “it… worries me,” he mumbles. his gaze has fallen, now staring at the bandages woven tightly around your bicep. his anxiety had provided enough positive energy to prevent any serious injuries, but you still needed stitches after he dragged you into the safety of shoko’s office. “when you’re reckless. your body isn’t as easy to heal as mine is.”

“i’m sorry i worried you.” you reach up, pulling choso’s hand away from your face. “i’ll be more careful next time.” you toss the ice pack to the side; choso’s cheeks flush when you press a feather-light kiss against his knuckles. “thank you.”

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Shy, nervous Choso struggling to find the nerve to ask you out for St. Valentine's and deciding to come forward while you are not looking into his eyes. He takes a deep breath when your head finally turns, taking advantage of the much-needed expedient provided by Shoko passing by and saying hello to you, and squares his broad shoulders, now shaking slightly.

"Hey.... I was wondering..." He starts, embarrassed by how wet and sweaty his palms suddenly feel. "Ehm...will-you-be-my-valentine?" Choso finally spits out, a veil of crimson flush now adorning his cheeks and ears. You looked so beautiful like this, taken by surprise, mouth agape and wide-eyed. Choso feels his knees weak in front of this sight of you. He holds his breath, as if his whole life depends on your answer...

"Me?" He watches you blink in suprise and swallows hard " Yes,Cho, I'd love to..."

Choso takes a sigh of relief, his reply coming out a little more rushed and high-pitched than intended. Fuck what Yuji said, fuck 'keeping a poker face', you just said YES!

"YESS!!THANK YOU... I mean...Cool. I'll pick you up at 8."

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𖹭 cw angst, fluff, briefly explicit, toxic behavior

Stalker choso didn't mean to follow you home. Not the first time, or even the second time... or any of the times after that. You just looked so small and helpless and it was nearing dark and you were all alone. Anything might have happened to you.

So he follows you, watching the evening breeze run it's icy fingers through your hair. It carries the sweet caramel and coffee bean scent of you into his nose. It makes him feel strange. Makes him imagine the way your hair might feel, brushing against his shoulders and chest.

You make it easy for him to follow you. With your headphones on, you're more or less oblivious to your surroundings. He shakes his head. He could do anything to you. You wouldn't even know what hit you. Anyone could grab you and do god knows what. That's why he had to memorize your schedule and your route. So he could always be there, just in case you needed him.

He stops across the street as he always does and watches you until you shut the front door behind you. He stands just outside the amber halo of the streetlight and remembers the first time he saw you. Like silver to a crow, he wanted you without understanding why. You were a beautiful treasure, full of light and he wanted you. Wants you. That's all there is too it.

He is still standing there when light spills out onto the front lawn through the gauzy pink curtains in your bedroom window. He was about to turn away but feels rooted to the spot when you step into the light. He knows he should look away when you begin to undress, framed in the window like the work of art that you are. But he can't. He feels like he is on fire. He stands in the dark and burns.

He knows it's wrong, but he can't stop thinking about it, especially once he is home, alone, fucking his fist to the thought of you, again. Let's be honest, it isn't the first time he's thought of you that way. Not even close. Afterwards, he feels guilty. He can't help but think that he has become the very thing he intended to protect you from: the loathsome creature in the dark. That isn't how he wants things to be.

That's why he waits around the corner of the cafe, listening for your footsteps. He doesn't mean to scare you, but he can tell he has by the way you freeze up, bottom lip trembling. The sight strikes him dumb for a moment. When he finds his voice again, he says he's sorry, as he picks up your fumbled phone from the sidewalk and hands it to you.

"You shouldn't walk alone at night," he says. "Let me walk you home."

Maybe it isn't very smart, but there's something sweet in his sad, dark eyes that has you saying yes before you can second guess it. There is an otherworldly quality to him that charms you right away, so much so that it doesn't occur to you to wonder how he knew you were going home. You even squeeze his hand before he goes and say you'll hope you'll see him tomorrow and tell him you get off at the same time. He only nods and turns away, so you can't see the way he's struggling to breathe.

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quiet!choso who was sick and tired of people trying his patience just because he didn’t talk much. he never had many friends, so he usually just stuck it out with his brothers whenever he could— well that was until you popped up. a pristine goddess in his eyes. yuji showed up with you by his side one day, claiming his take on you as a new best friend and you hadn’t disappeared since.

part of choso was grateful you were only his brothers best friend and not his lover, he wanted you for himself. sure there was a slight age gap, but you wouldn’t mind it right?

where ever you and yuji went he forced himself to tag along behind you, he did it so much that he was now somewhat apart of your little friendship dynamic. you liked to call him mr. mysterious.. because no matter how much he hung out with you guys, he never really said much of a word.

on the off chance that you did try to get him to talk, it ended in one word responses until you just gave up entirely. you understood that you couldn’t change who choso was, so you got used to his comforting silence and it wasn’t all that bad.

you guys were so close now that you’d started hanging out without yuji accompanying. small things he did you started to pick up on, it was like the two of you had your own language without having to say anything at all.

the one time he did speak up though, was when he found out you had a date with some guy you barely even knew. he couldn’t have that now could he? nobody was stealing you from him, and he’d make sure of it.

“you’re not goin’ on that fuckin’ date, you hear me?” his hand came down to your pussy as he smacked it, not caring if he was gentle or not. this was a completely different side of him that you hadn’t seen before.. and you loved it.

your feet moved from around his waist and went to his chest in a desperate attempt to push him away. the man was fucking you too good, you weren’t sure how much more you could take. “c..cho! baby please, ‘s way too big,”

the whines from your lips fell on deaf ears. and before you knew it, your foot was pushed away with a swiftness causing your whole body to jerk forward. when his low eyes connected with your soft ones— you knew he wasn’t playing around.

“gonna show you what happens when you try to give my shit away. i’ll breed you so good until you know who you belong to, princess.”

©rissouu 2024 (reader is 19 and choso’s like 22 btw! click here to find the other-shorter version of this.)

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❝ in which choso kamo asks if you think he's a good person ❞ ❦ cw ; gn!reader. fluff. angst if you squint really hard. hurt/comfort if you squint. mild allusions to the shibuya event. ❦ words ; 886

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Sun warms your skin as it shines through the sheer curtains at the side of the living room. The sounds of summer cicadas can just barely be heard over the sounds of the TV, though it’s all white noise as you read a book.

Your boyfriend Choso sits beside you on the couch in your shared home, his mild expression stuck on the TV with a controller in his hands.

It’s moments like these that you cherish, enjoying one another’s company in the shared silence. It’s serene and a welcome break from the bustling world of curses and sorcerers.

Choso’s strangely fidgety today and it doesn’t go unnoticed by you, though he brushes you off whenever you ask if he’s okay.

That is, until he blurts out a question that catches you strangely off-guard.

“Do you think I’m a bad person?”

He’s paused his game, the controller now in his lap as he looks at you expectantly. You can see the turmoil within him swirling in his deep mahogany eyes.

You close your book, blinking at him with eyes wide from shock. It’s not unusual for Choso to question his humanity and you’ll spend a lifetime reassuring him of such, but it’s not often he questions his morality.

“Where’s this coming from, Cho?” You ask softly with a tilt of your head, watching the way he runs a hand through his shoulder-length hair hanging in front of his face to keep it out of his vision.

Clearing his throat, he stares thoughtfully at the paused TV. “It just… came up recently.”

You follow his gaze, processing his words before it clicks with you that it must have come up in whatever he was playing.

“I see,” you hum, shooting him a soft smile as you take his hands in yours.

Choso attentively watches your movements as you turn to fully face him, curling his fingers into yours as he seeks your comfort.

“Everyone has to make tough decisions,” you begin, running your thumbs over his knuckles. “They aren’t always the right ones and that’s something that not just you but everyone has to live with.”

Your boyfriend is silent, watching you with wide eyes from beneath dark lashes. His nose wrinkles as sordid memories of his past actions race through his mind.

“Our line of work isn’t kind, baby.” Your smile is bittersweet. He knows you don’t want to sugarcoat his actions. You’ve spoken with him about it before, that it’s better to learn from mistakes than to ignore them or pretend they didn’t happen. “But you’re allowed to have regrets.”

He swallows hard, his adam’s apple bobbing before he takes a breath and stares at your entwined hands as he processes what you’ve said.

You set your closed book and his controller on the coffee table in one slow movement. Gentle, you’re always so gentle and patient with him. It’s one of many things he appreciates, and more so loves about you.

“So, you don’t think I’m a bad person?”

“All I know is that I love you,” you respond without hesitation.

The pinched point in Choso’s brow relaxes as he watches the way you regard him with such tender adoration. Your love is what matters most to him, everything else comes second. You’re family. You’re home.

“I love you too,” he hums, pulling you into one of his signature bear hugs and reveling in the way you giggle in his toned arms. When he pulls back, warmth flows through his blood, his bones, as you cup his cheeks and pull him down for a soft, reassuring kiss.

“Choso, you’re human.”

He nods, his thumbs running mindless circles against the skin beneath your shirt where his hands are now firmly planted.

“The most human thing anyone can do is make mistakes. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.”

Finally, a smile spreads over Choso’s features, and god he’s so gorgeous. His lips quirk up, his brow and lidded eyes relaxing into the comfort of your embrace.

“I’m human,” he repeats with a sigh, nodding to himself.

You smile at the way he so gently accepts and embraces your words, and despite the nature of the conversation, you’re grateful for little moments like these. You’re grateful that Choso feels comfortable enough to come to you when he feels this way.

Most of all, you’re grateful to have such a kind boyfriend with a caring heart.

Your boyfriend pulls you into his lap, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his eyes flutter shut. He takes in a breath and you feel his chest rise and fall behind you, his pulse quickening at the feeling of your skin against his as he wraps his arms around your middle beneath your shirt.

“I love you.” His words are muffled by your skin, his breath warm against your neck.

You can’t help but smile at his heartfelt words. No matter how often he says those three words (which is very often), it never fails to make your heart soar and your stomach flutter.

Because if there’s one thing you know about Choso, it’s that his family is his priority. You’re his priority, and just as you’ll spend a lifetime reassuring him of his humanity, he’ll spend a lifetime proving his love for you.

“I love you too.”

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one more please- choso kamo

~ tattoo artist!choso kamo x fem!reader ~tags/cw: mature content, smut, explicit language, established relationships,choso being a lil freak and having a thing for your legs ~ wc: 1.1k ~ not proofread. posted at 2am

Choso has a weird thing for your legs. not your feet, your legs; from the top of your thigh to your ankle, your boyfriend was obsessed with your soft skin. always touching you in some form or another (whether it be soft strokes up the expanse of your plush thigh or absent-minded tracings of the lines that make up your tattoos) his fingers are always ghosting over your skin in tender touches, but tonight, there is something different about him. a man possessed, desperate, feral.

As per usual, Choso has your legs slung over his shoulders as he bullies your poor pussy with his fat cock. he often jokes that this position is a two-for-one; he gets to touch your legs and watch as his cock disappears in you, creamy white rings accumulating at the base and dripping down your cunt and onto the towel below, spurring him to keep going and pump you full. on a good day, he couldn't get enough of you but today, there has to be something in the air or the planets and stars because Choso is relentless in his need to be within you.

"Cho, baby, we can, hnng, take a break if you, hmph, need one." you are barely able to get the words out as your body jolts upwards at a particular sharp series of thrusts. "you've cum, fuck, three times already." you grip onto his muscular arms, nails digging red crescents into what untattooed skin remained.

Choso shakes his head. "need one more." a hand wraps around your calf. "please, princess."

You nod, staring up at your gorgeous boyfriend and marvelling at how utterly feral he looks. His hair is mused and hanging to his shoulders in soft, freshly washed waves. His cheeks glow red in the dim light, and sweat covers his skin in a celestial glow. His mulberry eyes are trained on the spot where you two are connected. His jaw is slack as drool begins to collect on his tongue.

"You're drooling." you point out, giggle turning into a huff as he fucked into you again.

choso opens his mouth further, sticking his tongue out as a signal for you to do the same. a fat glob of saliva is dropped from his mouth to yours, the taste of menthol, coffee, you and him mix on your tongue as you swallow. That action seems to wake your boyfriend up as he turns his head to the side, begins to kiss across your ankle, and bites on whatever skin he can find to purchase.

"toy." he blurts out, words mumbled as he continues to kiss down your leg. when you don't react to this strange outburst he clarifies with a rushed "Get your toy, I wanna feel you cum with me"

you blindly reach out to the bedside table, fingers scrambling to find the small but mighty vibrator that had been both yours and Choso's best friend since the first time you had sex. it was hard for you to finish sometimes, medication inhibiting that part of your brain but somehow, you finished quicker and easier with a little help. (at first, you were worried choso would feel icky about it, like he would feel emasculated that you could only finish thanks to a vibrator but that could not be further from the truth. choso had managed to get you off with his fingers and tongue just fine so what was the issue with adding a little help when he was a tad preoccupied?)

the silicone brushes against your fingers and you're clicking it on, holding it against your clit as you feel yourself being split open once again. two hands wrap around your hips, tilting them up ever so slightly in the way that choso knew had you seeing stars.

"I need you to cum, please princess." choso starts to pant, jaw clenching as he tries to hold off his orgasm. "please, baby, please." his pleas are stretched out, words failing him as his head starts to swim.

You feel the familiar tightness in your stomach, fingertips buzzing with heat as you turn up the speed, knowing you and him are teetering on the edge and you both need that final push. you can't form words, only whimpers and moans and the occasional head nod as you slap your hand over your mouth to stop the cry that wants to rip through you.

"you gonna-?" he can't finish the sentence but you nod feverishly, brows knitting together as you feel white-hot pleasure shoot through you.

Choso curses, hips stilling against you as he spills into your spasming pussy. his cheeks blaze red, mouth dropping open in a cute 'O' before he clenches his jaw again, shaking as he empties his balls. you feel warm, tingly and floaty, like you had just swallowed starlight and it was now flowing through your veins when suddenly, you feel a sharp pain in your calf. Your legs, still on Choso's shoulders, tense and your calf cramps.

You swearing, trying to grab at your leg to stretch out his muscle but your boyfriend is so lost in his world he doesn't notice until you start to cry his name, pushing at his arm to allow the room for your leg to lay flat.

choso is instantly terrified. concern replacing ecstasy in a second as he clocks the pain cry as opposed to the pleasure cry and he pulls back.

"What's happening?" his hands fly to your thigh, unaware as to what is going on. "Did I hurt you? Are you okay? Baby, what's wrong?"

you shake your head, no answer in your answer and cry out. "I have a cramp."

you flex your foot, feeling the muscle spasm as you cry and wait for the pain to subside. Choso relaxes beside you, now aware he has not unintentionally hurt you, and replaces your hands on your calf. strong fingers rub tenderly at the muscle and when only you stop whining and hissing, does he put your leg down.

"Better?" he asks and collapses onto your chest, resting his full weight atop you.

"Much," you nod and begin to card your fingers through his hair. "You good?"

Choso nods, a smile creeping on his face until he is beaming. "So good." burying his head into your chest, you feel his teeth nip at your breast and arms tighten on your waist. words immediately after sex are minimal between the two of you. For a few minutes after, there is nothing but the sound of rushing blood in both your minds and you need a few seconds to gather your thoughts before speaking in full complete sentences.

minutes pass and there is nothing but the sound of your breathing and occasional sighs of contentment until Choso pipes up. "I lied."

you humm your question.

he grins sheepishly at you as you feel his cock stiffen against your thigh. "I think I need one more."

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CHOSO who loves when you wear eyeliner. he hates making you cry— worries him to his core every time he does— but as he’s fucking you right now, tears forming at the brims of your eyes, smearing your makeup every so slightly, he thinks this is the way life’s supposed to be.

CHOSO who brings a finger up to your lashes, wiping away the wet as he continues to go impossibly deeper in you. he brings his thumb down, dragging the liner down your cheeks.

CHOSO who whines at how much of a mess you look. he loses himself in the fact he’s doing this to you. his movements become sloppier, eyes locked on yours and how much bigger and brighter they look right now.

CHOSO who cums making eye contact with you before he drops his head into the crook of your neck, crying too because you just feel too good. “i love you, i love you, i love you.”

CHOSO who grabs you a towel and cotton pads. he cleans you up top to bottom, cleaning any cum from you, and wiping all the excess makeup from your face before he presses a slow kiss to the corner of your temple.

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Help Me Step-Bro!

Content: dubcon, unprotected sex, exhibitionism, cunnilingus, anal

Step-Bro!Choso came with the new house and new husband. Your mother dated a pretty nice guys for about a year before jumping the gun and eloping. Now you have a whole new family: a new father and two new brothers. 

One of them is an adorable little boy, a little ray of sunshine who’s always eager to play and go on adventures. The other is a grungy emo a year older than you, with facial piercings, a tattoo running across his face, messy ponytails, and a sinful body. 

Step-Bro!Choso likes to walk around the house in just his boxers. Having come from an all-male household, he never felt the need to cover up. And though you’ve told him off so many times since you’ve all moved in together, three months ago, he never seems to remember. 

He leaves his room with ruffled hair and plaid pyjama trousers hanging dangerously low on his hips revealing a V-line leading to a place you’ve been trying really hard not to think about. And it’s so hard to when you’ve actually seen the damn thing, and good god, it’s huge -- he really needs to stop forgetting his towel when he comes out of the bathroom. 

“Sorry sis. I forgot again,” he gives you a sheepish shrug. “Bathroom’s free though!”

Step-Bro!Choso is touchy. He loves to cuddle. He does it with Yuji, with his dad, even your mother. Whether it’s just a side hug or one from the back, he does it with everyone, he even greets with his friends with hugs. But with you…

You swear it’s more than just an expression of familial affection. Your new brother doesn’t need to linger, his hands shouldn’t be gripping your hips, arms should not be circling your waist, pushing your tits up and bouncing them when he lifts you. And he really really shouldn’t be rubbing something hard against your ass. 

Step-Bro!Choso swears he can’t sleep when it’s thundering outside. He’s practically shaking when you open your door for him, and what kind of cruel monster would you be if you didn’t let him in? 

“It’s too loud. Can I stay with you for tonight, again?”

So, you lead him to your bed, letting him climb in behind you. His naked back warming your body, arms holding you tight against him whilst he buries his face into the crook of your neck. It’s his tears of fear that wet your skin and not the open-mouthed kisses he’s leaving there, nipping and sucking until your thighs are squeezing together. 

You feel his cold piercings against your skin -- the ones of his eyebrow, and oh no, the one on his tongue?

He pushes his own leg between yours, and his muscular thigh pressing right against your damp panties provides the perfect amount of friction for your throbbing clit. One of his hands creeps under your big shirt, cupping a tit there and letting the weight ground him. He doesn’t pinch your nipples like you’d like him to, just lets you ride his thigh for however long you need. 

Sleep finds both of you after your dull orgasm.

Step-Bro!Choso doesn’t correct people when they think you’re dating. You’d be shopping in a grocery store, his hand tucked inside your jean pocket, cupping your ass, letting you guide him through the aisles. When an elderly lady coos at you both, calling you a lovely pair, he does nothing but grin and bring you closer to press a kiss on your cheek. 

“Thank you! That’s so sweet.” 

He’ll have a smile on for the rest of the day. 

Step-Bro!Choso insists on teaching you how to swim. Tanning by the pool whilst he and Yuji play mermaids isn’t good enough, he says. So, you dip a toe in, testing the temperature, before completely submerging yourself. He comes up behind you, hands on your waist as he encourages you to trust him. 

“Come on! If I can teach Yuji, I can teach you,” he beams at you, his pinky finger tracing the hem of your bikini panties. “Plus, it’s an important skill to have, sis.”

Trusting him, you let his hands wander — he teaches you how to move your arms by guiding them, his hand presses on your stomach to ensure you know how to steady your breath, and he even holds your head down under water to so you know what your limits are. 

You try very hard to ignore that blush on his cheeks when you finally resurface, coughing and spluttering, and the way he's drawn to your heaving chest. Or the fact that his hands kneading your ass serves no educational function, nor does being topless. But he insists that it’s more 'hydrodynamic', that it helps to streamline you when there’s as minimal fabric as possible. 

“I swear, it’s true!” He says as he cups both of your tits under the water whilst your parents come out to the garden, flicking the tips and making the water ripple.

“What are you guys up to?” Your mother asks, more focused on reapplying sunscreen to Yuji’s face. 

Step-Bro!Choso is a good liar. He replies without missing a beat, “Just teaching my sis how to swim.”

Both of your parents seem very proud, likely pleased that everyone’s getting along. Little do they know, you’re getting along very well, if the hot length tucking itself inside your bikini bottom, rubbing along your cheeks, is anything to go by. 

Step-Bro!Choso is a medical expert. When you complain about a headache, instead of paracetamol and a glass of water, he gives you a hands-on service. He promises that it’s a natural and superior method of clearing one of ailments. And he’s older, so he knows more. Of course. As he’s listing off all the benefits, he’s lying you back on the sofa and pulling your shorts down, panties sliding down your legs. 

And then his mouth is on your pussy, licking and sucking all your juices like a man starved. He thrusts his tongue inside, curving it and allowing you to lose yourself to the pleasure, headache forgotten about. Your hands don’t know where to go but he guides them to his ponytails, humming in satisfaction when you don’t hesitate to pull him closer to your sloppy pussy. 

“God, I knew you'd taste as good as you look,” he mutters against your clit. 

There’s shuffling outside the front door and your eyes dart to the wiggling handle. Panicked, you’re trying to push his face away, hissing at him to let you go because your parents came home earlier than planned. 

Step-Bro!Choso only pins your thighs to the sofa with greater strength and dives into your cunt with increased fervour. He’s practically making out with your pussy, his eyes rolling back whilst he kneels on the floor, worshiping your body like he has no care in the world. 

“It’s okay, sissy. I locked the door and took their keys,” he whines into your clit, the vibrations wringing a silent moan from you, the metal ball on his tongue providing delicious friction. “Just cum before they find the spare key under the plant pot.”

And you do. 

Right as the door swings open, you’re being covered with a blanket, and your stepbrother is wiping his chin with his sleeve and offering to help his father with the heavy groceries, pressing a kiss right onto your mother’s cheek and never breaking eye contact with you. 

“Darling, why are you so flushed?” Your new father asks, his hand pressing against your forehead. 

Step-Bro!Choso yells from the kitchen, “Oh, she said she had a headache. But don’t worry, I took care of it!”

He sure did. And he continues to do every time you have a headache and even when you don’t. Sometimes, you’ll be in the kitchen, looking over the living room where your parents are watching TV, chopping vegetables across the kitchen island. He’ll come to offer his assistance and instead of sorting the boiling pot on the hob or setting the table, he, instead, drops to his knees again, pulls your shorts down, and stuff his face into your ass. 

You blame the wet noises of the pasta that is way past al dente by now when your mother asks what all the hubbub is. 

Step-Bro!Choso sits in the back of the car with you. Your parents are at the front, Yuji is in his car seat beside you, asleep, and your thigh is pressed against your older stepbrother’s ripped jeans. Whilst the two argue about the directions, he throws his jacket over your laps and leads your hand to his hard on. 

When you unzip his jeans and let his cock spring free, your eyes remain on your parents, scared they’ll see the odd placement of the jacket, the way you’re both blushing and biting your lips, and the fact that something is moving up and down, getting faster and faster underneath. 

“What do you guys want to eat?” His dad asks, pulling up to a fast-food chain. 

You reply, “Whatever’s good with me.”

And Step-Bro!Choso whispers in your ear, “My little sister’s pussy is the best taste in the world.”

Because of that, you have to drag his hand under his own jacket and into your panties, ensuring he wastes no time in curling them inside you to poke at the spongy spot that leaves you breathless and writhing. The heel of his palm rubs against your clit just as you thumb at his slit. You moan. 

“What was that?” Your mother asks. 

Step-Bro!Choso laughs. “I think she’s really hungry.”

“Well, you have to be patient because it’s going to take a while.”

He’s kneading your clit harder and faster, your chest rising and falling with every shallow breath, desperate to keep the noise down despite how good you’re feeling. But just as you’re about to cum, he slips his hand out and accepts the greasy bag of burgers and fries from his dad and digs in. 

Staring, aghast and all crazy, he ignores your glare and pops a fry into his mouth. He puts on a big show of sucking his fingers clean, his tongue getting deep between them. He groans, “I could eat this every day for the rest of my life!”

Step-Bro!Choso hates your guy friend. You’ve known him far longer than you’ve known your new brother and he’s always been welcome into your home. But for some reason, your usually sweet and kind stepbrother scowls and curses under his breath when he comes over. He even makes sure Yuji doesn’t interact with him, talking about 'stranger danger'.

You excuse yourself to go to the bathroom mid movie and when you enter, you’re being pushed deeper before the door closes and locks behind you. When you turn to look at your attacker, your vision is obscured by a face tattoo and glinting metal; he kisses you. It’s a messy kiss, all tongue and teeth, but so damn good. 

Spinning you around, he pins your front onto the cold ceramic sink, your leggings pulled all the way off and you find your parties being stuffed in your mouth. 

“Don’t like that guy, sissy,” he pouts into your ear, spreading your wetness all over your thighs, almost as if he’s reminding himself that it’s all for him. “Want you all to myself.”

After he wrangles an orgasm out of you with his fingers, your moans muffled by the flimsy fabric of your thong, he’s pushing inside your sopping cunt with his fat cock. The stretch is delectable, it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head, spine arching and ass thrusting back into him. 

"This pussy's all I've been thinking about, from the first time I met you," he confesses and it draws out your orgasm further.

Step-Bro!Choso pulls your hair into a makeshift ponytail, keeping you arched all pretty for him as he plunges again and again into your pussy, hitting that spot inside of you that makes you cream on his cock in relentless waves, until you’re creating a ring of white at the base. 

"So -ngh- tight! Fuck, sis! Don't clench down on me, gonna cum!"

He can’t keep his eyes off you; your pussy won’t let him go, it’s sucking him back in with every thrust, every ramming and lunging of his hips. And your asshole is fluttering, winking at him, and he just has to thumb at it, tracing the rim.

“Hph, Cho!” You cry out through your panties. 

“Sorry,” he keeps repeating. “It was calling for me!”

You’re fucking yourself back onto him, meeting every thrust, and loving the sting of your scalp as he pulls at your hair. And when he pushes that thumb in, you cum all over his cock. Juices flying, he can only whimper and whine when his orgasm soon follows, his cum painting your walls white and burning his imprints there, marking his territory. 

Whimpering in your ear, he mutters, "Fuck! So good, so fucking good!"

Step-Bro!Choso doesn’t let you catch your breath before he kisses you again, muttering something indiscernible into your mouth, rolling that tongue piercing between you. You break away with a string of saliva, glistening under the light. And then he pecks your lips once last time with a happy hum. 

“You’re such a good sister,” he smiles toothily. And then he’s kneeling between your legs to slurp up the cum dripping from your gaping pussy, cleaning you up before he lifts the leggings back into the place and sends you off into your merry way. 

When you return, the movie’s long finished and your friend is packing up to go. 

“Y’know, I think your brother brought over a girl. They were really loud.” He’s frowning as he steps out into the front porch. “She sounded like a real slut. You probably shouldn’t let her be around your family.”

Thankfully, he doesn’t notice your blush, or the wet spot between your legs. 

He’s probably right; the girl in the bathroom, and in the car, in the kitchen, the living room, and the pool was a real slut. But she doesn’t care, because her brother’s taking very good care of her. 

And when Step-Bro!Choso appears in your bedroom late at night, when your parents and little brother, are dead asleep, you don’t hesitate to spread your legs so he can dive his face between them, licking up the cum that’s still leaking from your pussy. 

Who cares about family when you’re going to make your own tonight and every night from now on?

Certainly not Step-Bro!Choso who’s proposing when you get on all fours, face planted in the pillows and hands spreading your cheeks open for him so he can fuck your ass too. 

Being a big brother fucking rules!

[chosoholics]

warnings praise , manipulation , bj , 18+ mdni

❝ pervy roommate — f! reader x choso kamo

❝ thinkin' about pervert!choso , who'd watch you through the crack of your door — seeing every inch of you while light barely exposed his face. you were always so clueless about your roommate — you knew he was a bit of a perv , but you never knew it was this bad ! the countless nights you'd be able to accentuate his silhouette in the darkness of your room , watching him slowly pump his thick cock to your nude figure — it was so unusual. most days , he'd get you to suck him off , making up excuses such as ❛ . . . i really need help! it hurts so so much cause' of you. ❜ or ❛ imagine what people would think if they found out you were fucking your roommate , whore. ❜ whatever the reasoning was , it always worked on you — you were a silly girl. your lips were wrapped around the tip of his cock , his hand on the back of your head slowly guiding you down to the base and back up , repeatedly. your eyes peered up at him , jaw aching as you watched his face become flushed. you gripped his length , slowly nodding your head back til' his cock popped out of your mouth. you were breathless , your chest heaving up and down as you stared at his swollen shaft. ❝ why . . are y-- you so . . big ! ❞ you whined in between breaths. choso chuckled , stroking your hair gently as he cooed at you. ❝ you can take it , right , princess ? want' you to suck me dry. ❞ you pouted — hearing those words made you pulse in more than one spot. you skimmed the tip of your finger up his shaft , pressing it on his abdomen before you began to kiss from his base up. your movements were slow , wetting his angry pink tip with your cute tongue. the vibrations from your airy breath almost drove him to insanity — he was growing impatient , watching you give his needy cock the slightest bit of attention. at this point , he was begging for you to suck him , praying you'd at least stroke him with those little hands of yours. you finally wrapped your lips around his member , knowing the teasing was getting to him and began to bob your head. this wasn't enough for choso — he gradually began to buck his hips, making you choke on him and your saliva running down your chin. you tried to pull away , but choso gripped your hair , keeping you still while he fucked your mouth. it was like his own personal fleshlight , enjoying the sounds of you choking and moaning on him — you were so pretty . . . ❝ fuck , this cute little mouth s' good f' me !  ❞ he moaned , thrusting into your mouth. you were so wet , you couldn't take it anymore. you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth — a cute moan erupted from your stuffed throat as his hot semen spewed down your throat. you did your best to suck him clean , you hated when it got all over your face — which is exactly what happened. you slowly moved your head away , feeling a tight grip on your hair that made you stop. ❝ one more time , please ? ❞

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