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dilfl0v3rss · 10 months

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quiet!choso

quiet!choso who has no problem being out by himself, but refuses to talk in any other way than a hushed tone in public. only using his regular voice at home or with family, but he still barely spoke in full sentences.

quiet!choso always looks to you to order for him. voice too deep and quiet for waiters and drive threw workers to hear him so he always just lets you do it.

“i’ll take the number five with fruit punch as the drink pleaseee.” you chirped into the receiver. pretty skirt riding up your thighs as you leaned halfway over the center console to order your food.

“okay! anything else?” the employee asked. you looked at choso, who stared deep in thought at the menu before moving his lips towards your ear. “same thing…please” you smiled at how soft spoken he was, giving him a quick peck on the cheek for his cuteness before giving the woman his order.

quiet!choso who not only speaks quietly, but moves in silence as well. there has been too many times where your soul has left your body because this man has come home from work without making a sound. just quietly changing his clothes before sitting on the couch to watch his shows.

you were in the main bathroom, just getting done with some cleaning. your earphones were playing sza softly in your ears as you hummed along to her voice. as you walked from the toilet to the shower, you glanced out the door and your heart dropped to your ass. there was a man on your couch, hood on his head as he sat comfortably watching tv. you covered your mouth from the scream that you wanted to release before quietly reaching for your phone to call your boyfriend.

since you hid in the tub, you missed the part where choso pulled his phone from his pocket, giving it a confused look before answering it. ‘why is she calling me if i’m home?’ he thought as he quietly spoke to you through the receiver. “hello?” he instantly grew worried at your shaky breaths, quietly getting up from the couch before slowly walking to where he saw you cleaning. “t-there’s a man in the house”

choso stopped in his tracks, turning around before looked around the empty living room and kitchen. “where?” he said softly walking towards the small black pistol he kept deep in the cushion of his recliner. he slowly pulled the weapon out, being as quiet as possible before walking towards your bedroom to further his inspection. “h-he in the living room. got a black hoodie on with his hood up. looks pretty big too.” choso took a deep breath, rolling his eyes as he realized his mistake. you always told him to let you know when he’s home if he doesn’t see you when he walks in the door, but of course he forgot. “mama that’s me. i’m home from work” before he could say anything else you hung up, standing up from the tub before walking out into the living room with your arms crossed.

“choso bring your ass over here right now boy!”

quiet!choso who even though is seen as an antisocial guy, goes out with you to parties and get togethers. always giving you the same quiet speech about how “a man doesn’t need a voice to keep his woman safe”.

quiet!choso who doesn’t really care what people think of him, letting his brothers and friends call him all types of names without getting irritated in the slightest.

“she already do the talking so i’m guessing she be doing to fucking too” his middle brother sukuna said with a chuckle. choso, yuji, and sukuna agreed to have “bro bonding” (clearly yuji made the name) every other weekend to “keep their relationship strong”. this time it was being held at sukuna’s cave house where the three of them ate takeout and played on the game. “kuna leave em aloneee. there’s nothing wrong with letting your woman have control” his youngest brother said, large hand outstretched on choso’s back as he gave it a small rub.

“man cut the bullshit. even yuji don’t let bitches do that shit. you should hear the sounds that be comin outta my guest room when he crashes here wit a some random broad from a party.” yuji covered his face in embarrassment, making his older brothers chuckle. choso felt if he were to tell anyone how life was at home, it would be the two knuckleheads he was raised with. a small smirk planted on his face, tattooed hands gripping his controller a little tighter as he spoke.

“if my girl ‘ran’ me, don’t you think she’d be doing whatever she wanted? when we go out, why do you think she rather sit by me than go shake her ass with her friends like she usually used t’do?” sukuna and yuji’s eyes widened, giving choso a shocked look before the two of them looked at each other.

quiet!choso who doesn’t need to talk for you to know what he’s trying to say. settling for stern looks and a tap on your thigh, ass if nobody’s looking, as a warning to get you to act right.

quiet!choso who sometimes had to use rougher tactics to correct you when you’re out of line.

“say it again” choso groaned, long girthy dick rearranging your guts as he held you up by your hair. “i w–won’t cuss at daddy” you moaned, back grazing his broad tattooed chest. wrists bound together by fuzzy grey cuffs as you dug your nails into your palms. you were so frustrated earlier that you may have let a couple curse words slip into your vocabulary while texting choso, but regardless of your instant apology, he told you to be stripped and ready for him in the bed by the time he got home from work. now you were paying for your disrespect through taking all 8.5 inches of him without complaint.

“say it louder mama. daddy can’t hear you clearly through all that moaning” choso chuckled as he listened to you whine, pretty breasts bouncing with every thrust as you tried to speak clearly for the fifth time tonight. “i won’t c-cuss at daddy ever again! fuck m’gonna cummm” he rolled his eyes, pace never faltering as he fucked you through your third orgasm of the night. choso’s inked hand abruptly let go of your hair, making a chuckle slip as he watched you fall to the bed with a huff, hands not able to stop you.

“now you cursing right at me. gon be here all night if you don’t clean it up princess”

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7brownsuga7 · 3 months

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Imagining boyfriend Choso taking you to a funfair, eager to get you on the ferris wheel so you both can get a view of the city. However, instead of viewing the city, he’s got a view of something else. Your hardened nipples as he rubs and pinches on them in order to distract you from the heights you fear. He will make it his right to comfort you in every which way he can. Hands groping your breasts and thumb massaging your nipple just the way you like it. He would wrap his arm around you, protecting you from the outside world as he captures a nipple in his mouth. Coating it with his saliva.

He knows your body so well, so he takes the opportunity to use his knowledge to his full extent. You’re in such a daze that you don’t even realise how high you are, you’re just focused on the cool wind hitting your skin and his large hands soothing you. His cock getting harder by the second as everything about you engulfs him, your scent, your moans, your skin. He won’t be able to contain himself, whimpering as he fondles you. His fingers will eagerly find your wet cunt, playing with you so effortlessly. You pathetically tell him to stop even though your body inches closer to his, your moans stating otherwise. He’ll whisper to you about how no one can see you, and that everything’s okay. Despite your nervousness, he wants people to see and hear what he’s doing to you. He wants people to know just how feral you make him. He couldn’t care about the audience you are so afraid of.

He kisses your shoulder blade, getting a whiff of your cocoa butter scented hair, your tight curls tickling his nose. Your moans fill the small pods that only hold you two in it. He initially wanted you both to view the city from the height you are at now, but he’ll just settle on taking you to a different height.

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shaguro · 3 months

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— ✰ LIKE THIS? | CHOSO K.

✧ synposis: nobody can pleasure you like choso can and that’s why you’re always running back to him, even when you’re in a “loving” relationship.

✧ contents: smut and a lil angst if you squint? reader is black-coded. ex!friends with benefits trope, cheating. (don’t cheat y’all!) choso has a tongue piercing. minors dni.

✧ word count: 0.9k. (proofread but.. yeah LMAO.)

✧ shanti's note: this was so, so fun to write. the ending is a bit rushed. i really hope y’all enjoy. 🩷

you knew this was wrong, so wrong and forbidden — but maybe that’s why you were in this position. on your back, legs spread with choso nestled between your thighs like he belonged there.

to be fair, he’d spent so many late nights and early mornings in this same spot, it might as well be home.

you don’t remember how you became friends with benefits or why, neither of you cared at the time. that unspoken agreement ended once you made it official with your current boyfriend and choso didn’t ask any questions because you weren’t his, you never were (even though he wanted you to be). he was just a friend that fucked you stupid, whether it be with his big dick or his tongue.

not a man of many words but fuck, he always ate your pussy so good. better than your boyfriend ever could and lord knows, it hurt to admit. it was embarrassing — the way your body craved a man that wasn’t yours but you couldn’t help it. your boyfriend was a good man, amazing even. his only fault was no matter how much he tried (or how much you taught) he never made you cum.

and choso knew your body so well, he didn’t need teaching.

he just knew the right way to curl his tongue on your cunt, it’s always so sloppy — the cool metal ball on his tongue rolling and rolling your sensitive clit around so well. you can’t think, much less breathe when choso has his mouth on you.

“choso, f-fuck—” you carded manicured nails through his silky black hair, scratching his scalp. his grip on your thighs tightened with each tug. “feels s’good.”

choso moaned into your pussy, savoring the sweet taste because he hasn’t had it in so long. he thinks you’re evil for it, just downright criminal, keeping this, no, his pussy away from him like that.

he pulls away to face your heat and you exhale, the first time you’d been able since he stepped foot in your apartment. moving his hands from your thighs, he spreads your folds — dark eyes zeroed in on your pulsing, pink hole. it made you squirm, how intensely he was staring at it.

“is s-something wrong—“

“no.” choso interrupts and he clears his throat before he continues, “never. you’re perfect. this pussy—“ he presses his thumb along your slit, relishing the way you whined at his touch. “—is perfect.”

the last word is a low whisper, his tone husky and you shiver, his warm breath fanning your most sensitive areas. choso was always honest, blunt. he never hid how much he loved that beautiful thing between your legs or the effect it had on him.

so when he pulled his hard, oozing cock out his sweatpants and rolled his hips into your satin sheets, desperate for some sort of friction, it wasn’t surprising.

you gasped when he slid a finger inside, hooking it right into your g-spot and his tongue starts swirling on your clit again, knocking all the air out your lungs. with your hand still in his hair, you propped yourself up to look at him. he was completely drunk off you, eyes closed, lapping and sucking on your folds in a frenzy.

“choso, more, p-please.”

choso’s eyes shot open and he pulled back again, his chin and cheeks glistened with your slick and you whined so sinfully, he couldn’t help but smirk.

“do you beg for your boyfriend like this?” he raised an eyebrow and added another thick finger into you, the squelching sounds your pussy made were so filthy.

“choso, i-i— oh!” your whole body jolted when he landed a firm spack on your folds, gushing out on his fingers.

you did not want to think about that man at the moment, you felt bad enough about what you were doing. you didn’t have enough energy to think, anyway — choso had reduced you to a moaning mess.

“i know he doesn’t take care of you like me. if he did, you wouldn't have called me, hmm?”

the way you were mindlessly bucking your hips into his hand, drool trickling down the side of your mouth? choso already had his answer. but for some reason, he wanted to hear you say it. to tell him how much you need him, that nobody was better than him.

“ohmy— choso m’close!” you cried.

choso shook his head, his movements slowing. “say it, baby. say it and i’ll let you cum.”

you pouted, examining his handsome face. choso was dead serious. you weren’t sure if he wanted you to stroke his ego or maybe prove some unstated point. whatever it was, you didn’t care. at this point, you just wanted to cum, so badly.

“h-he… he can’t fuck me like you, cho. no matter how much he tries, he’s just not y-you.”

oh, that’s exactly what he wanted to hear.

in what felt like a second, choso's mouth is on you once more, sucking and flicking so sloppily and his tongue is just everywhere. his fingers hammering on that spongey spot over and over. your eyes rolled back into your skull. choso’s head was caged between your thighs as you came, moans of his name spilling from your lips like water. this riled choso up so much, he was cumming right with you — his seed painting the sheets below him and his stomach.

you laid there, completely limp as choso kissed on your inner thighs, he always loved doing that after snatching your soul from you, smiling at you like he was innocent.

well, you definitely weren’t either.

both of you jumped when you heard the doorbell ring and turned to face choso with wide eyes. you scrambled to your feet on wobbly legs and pulled your panties on. albeit lost, choso followed suit, looking at you with furrowed brows.

“is that—“

“yes.” you hiss, sliding your legs into your plush pajama pants. with your heart beating out your chest, you pushed choso towards the closet.

“fuck, i forgot he was coming over tonight — get in the closet!”

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lovaesworld · 3 months

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choso who had a secret obsession with you since the day you moved into your new house across the street. you caught his attention since seeing you struggling to carry boxes in that sundress that showed off your supple breasts, ass poking out of it. He had a perfect view of where your bedroom light illuminated inside your room. he felt like a dirty pervert invading your privacy like this but he couldn’t pry away. he wanted you.

his eyes seem to linger on a little longer when you walk around your room freshly out of the shower with nothing but a fluffy, white towel. you knew he was watching. choso was oblivious to the dreams you had of him, picturing his face between your thighs. and you wanted him. watching you teasingly taking off the towel makes his cock growing painfully hard.

looking down at the tent in his pants, choso no longer had any self control in him. jerking off with his head thrown back, curtains shamelessly left wide open. cheeks grow hot when he looked up to see you making eye contact with him fingering that pretty fat pussy, just like he pictured, more times than he should've.

choso makes eye contact with you again, working his hand faster around his cock, squeezing his eyes shut thick semen releasing on the window. still fully erected choso decided to come to ring your doorbell to fuck the pussy that’s been embedded into his mind.

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4mnji · 21 days

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OPPOSITES ATTRACT ᡣ𐭩 goth!choso x coquette!reader

warnings: nothing to heavy just some kissing n ass touching at the end, choso n reader r like 20, abbreviations and lowercases intended, n word usage once, written with a black women in mind but anyone can read ofc 😚

wc: 628

a/n : hihi guysss im nini and welcome to my debut post. this has been sitting in my notes along with some other stuff i’ve written for the longestttt time and im ready to share them to the world now. i hope yall enjoy these hcs of my bbygirl choso :3

goth!choso who’s been well..emo for as long as he can remember. the nigga was 13 years old dressing like rodrick heffley and listening to heavy metal rock music 😭 like he wasn’t playing bout this lifestyle.

goth!choso who always thought that his future gf would’ve been someone who is just as emo and gothic as he was but boy was he wrong.

goth!choso who couldn’t explain why coquette!reader caught his attention so quickly. he’s never been a fan of the cute pink girly aesthetic, not that he hated it but y’all know he been an emo since he basically came out his momma’s womb, so he always preferred if girls had a similar aesthetic to him. all that didn’t even cross his mind when he laid his eyes on u, how could it when u just looked so pretty n cute ???!

goth!choso who wasn’t even planning to approach u and was just going to head home and lie in his bed while reminiscing abt the cute girl he saw in the cafe. that is until u decided to approach him and compliment his outfit. a cute pink blush creeps up onto his cheeks and he doesn’t even get to thank u bc he so busy admiring how beautiful u are. u give him a gorgeous smile and hand him a little note that says “text me •ᴗ•” with ur number on it. with that beautiful smile still plastered on ur face, u wave ‘bye’ to him and walk away.

goth!choso who gets home that day contemplating with his phone in his hand if he should text u or not. after a good 10 mins of pacing around his room and giving himself some motivational talk, he sends u a message and exits the messaging app almost immediately.

goth!choso who’s kinda surprised when u actually respond to his message in less than 2 minutes. from that point on u n choso hit it off from there.

goth!choso who’s been with coquette!reader for almost a year now and he loves u so so much !! he was always more than happy to give u money so u could buy more of those cute lil bows and accessories that u loved wearing or those pink coquette themed decor items that u loved placing all throughout ur apartment. he adored ur obsession with the coquette lifestyle sm. he thought it was so adorable and loved ur dedication towards it.

goth!choso who has grown accustomed to the color pink and even started wearing n buying more pink clothing just so he could match with u sometimes. u knew ur bf wasn’t a huge fan of pink and u always thought he would stick with his dark aesthetic so it made u extremely happy when u saw him frequently starting to wear pink clothing !

goth!choso who has begged u numerous times to try out the emo/gothic style bc he was really curious to see how u would look in it. eventually u caved in and decided to surprise him and got this outfit and wore it to one of ur date nights with him. he couldn’t get over how good u looked and this just confirmed for him that u would always look good no matter what aesthetic u had !! when he took u back to his apartment, he wouldn’t even let yall get through the door before he picked u up, hands rubbing all up on ur ass while he left long sloppy kisses along ur jawline and neck, attempting to take u to his room without bumping into a wall or a piece of furniture.

goth!choso & coquette!reader who r the exact definition of opposites attract !!

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nieceeee · 2 months

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"SPEED RACER..."

P/S: You and your boyfriend are headed to his brothers' graduation out of town. He was tense about you meeting his family for the first time but you knew the perfect way to calm his nerves...

W/C: 1.7k

A/N: smut, minors DNI, drive safely...please, nicknames (sweet, love, dove, baby, babyboy ) oral m!receiving, I wanted to go ahead and give yall this before I drop the next jjk fic and before yall go off on my about this babydaddy eren angst im dropping next.......so yeah enjooyyyy

“Baby boy?” Your voice calls sweetly from the passenger side of the car. Choso felt his heart jump slightly as he swallows the small lump that formed in his throat from hearing your siren’s song of a voice lure his attention. You were headed out of town for the week to celebrate his twin brothers’ graduation. It would be the first time you were going to meet his family after dating for about a year now and it was obvious that he was nervous about it. Choso wanted everything to go perfect and the anxiousness had him left feeling tense. But luckily for you, you knew the perfect way to ease that tension from his body.

His eyes shifted to you slightly to catch your gaze before turning his attention back to the road. “Chooo…” you repeat softly, voice coated with a teasing tone. Gentle tingles formed at the base of his spine. He knew that voice all too well. His jaw clenches as he shakes his head slightly to keep his eyes from fluttering. The gentle click of your seatbelt coming undone made his ears perk up as he struggled to maintain his calm demeanor. “My sweet chocho…” you sing song as your fingertips softly run down his forearm. He jolts as your touch leaves a trail of goosebumps prickling up to the surface of his skin.

“Y-yes my dove.” He responds, gentle voice shaking as anticipation rises like fever in his body. “How well can you focus on the road baby?” you ask innocently, pressing your lips together as you see his brows furrow in confusion. “I-...” he took a moment to process what you were asking. Honestly he wasn't exactly sure how to answer the question. Considering your name being embroidered into the passenger seat, he was sure that you were well aware of his driving capabilities. Still you asked the question and he would never leave any question of yours unanswered.

“Uh…” he starts, “Well, my sweet dove, I would hope I drive fairly well. I’ve never had any traffic violations as you’re aware of. Is there something I’ve done to concern you?” he asks. You smile gently to yourself, “Of course you haven’t baby.” you reassure him as you shift around in your seat, turning your body towards him and leaning closer. “L-love, I…I don’t think that's the safest way to sit right now.” he tries to keep a calm tone but you could hear the gentle panic as his concern for your safety rises, voice shifting half an octave as he steals small glances over at you. “Don’t worry baby boy.” you plant a little kiss right underneath his ear before pressing your knees into the seat. “I just want to do a little bit of an experiment. That’s all.”

“An experiment? I’m not sure what - oh fuck…” He breathes out, his sentence broke off by your hand grazing the crotch of his pants. His lids flutter again as his mind tries to catch up and register what you were doing. You loved the fact that you could lift the arm rest all the way up giving you additional space in the front seat to get closer to him. “Baby…” You shush him with another gentle kiss. “Just focus on the road for me baby.” you whisper in his ear, your voice meant to soothe him only provides more shivers down his spine.

Choso lets out a shaky breath, nimble fingers wrapping tighter around the steering wheel as he lengthens his spine and focuses his attention forward. You turn the nob on the radio to lower the volume on the radio before turning your attention back to the bulge underneath his slacks. “Why’d you turn the radio down?” he questions. He couldn’t truly understand where you were going with your actions. Surely you wouldn't try to straddle him while he was driving…would you?

“Because baby, I want to be able to hear you.” you say innocently. He opens his mouth to rebuttal but you speak before he gets the chance. “ Now,” you start, your hands tugging at his zipper. “Just make sure you that you focus on the road in front of you.” You work him out of his pants, cool air blowing against the tip of his already swollen dick causing him to tremble under your touch.

“Oh and Cho baby?” You sit up, hands still holding him softly. “Y-yes my sw-sweet dove?” He studders. “Keep your eyes open for me.” He has no time to ponder your response as the feeling of your heavy, wet tongue sliding across his slit severs any thoughts from his brain. “Oh my..fuck” he whimpers foot pressing gently on the gas and revving the engine. A small smirk pulls at your lips before you pull the mushroom shaped head through your thick lips. A gentle moan escaping your throat as you savor his taste. It was true what they said about being in love, you obsess over their natural flavor.

Your tongue swirls his tip gently forcing a strangled whine from his lips. Choso squirms in his seat as he tries to maintain focus on the road in front of him. You smile around him before taking another inch in your mouth. “Baby.” He laments, your teasing causing his arousal to coat the air with a heavy fog. You suckle on his tip, hand lazily stroking his length, squeezing gently from time to time. You release his tip, peppering gentle kisses up and down his shaft before licking from his balls up to the tip. Choso cusses under his breath as he shifts in his seat again, foot pressing again into the gas. “Fuck.” he mewls.

Your delicate teasing is never ending, pulling shortened breaths from his chest. He tries to laser focus on the road but it was useless. Fuck this is dangerous. He thinks to himself but for some reason that turned him on even more. Your tongue trails the veins in his dick as your fingers pulse against him. “Y/N.. Baby please.” he pants. “Focus.” you warn. “You’re not making this easy on me.” he whimpers. “You’re right baby boy I’m sorry. I shouldn’t tease.” you apologize. The truck pulls to a stop at an intersection as Choso leans his head back to catch his breath, eyes closed and hands loosening around the wheel.

His break is short lived as the warmth of your mouth captures him completely, his tip slipping down your throat. Broken cries leave his throat in shock as he feels the muscles of your throat constrict around him. His eyes dart over to the car next to him as he feels a pair of eyes on him. He shifts back quickly hoping they didn't see the way he recoiled at your lips on him. His hands pale against his grip of the wheel as the light changes to green. “Y/N, love…fuck baby. Please.” he begs trying to keep the speed of the truck at a steady pace. But each time you sucked him back down your throat, head bobbing in his lap, the speedometer went up at least 5 miles per hour.

You gag against his dick moaning around his length as you feel him brushing pass your uvula. Choso feels his toes curling in his dress shoes, jaw clenched tight. Unballing his foot only causing him to accelerate the car further. His eyes threatened to roll to the back of his head. You were being ruthless. Lewd sounds of your throat closing around him mixed with the wetness of the saliva dripping from your lips and your combines moans sing out over the murmur of the engine.

That all too familiar coil of energy sparked in his body as you fed on him, the burning thirst for his secretions overpowering all other thoughts in your mind. “Fuck, s’good baby. Shit…close…fuck m close…” Choso’s chest rose and fell at a rapid pace as he did everything in his power to maintain some type of composure. That all came to a halt as you slid your hand into his boxers, fingers curving around his balls and massaging them in gentle circles.

Tears slipped from his eyes as he calls out to you, his body jerking as he felt his release overtake his body. “Cum…fuckimmcum…cumming” he babbles, words slurring together. Your pace was steady and consistent, before leaning down and pressing until your lips kissed his pelvis. He was sheathed down your throat with nowhere to run. Choso cries out to you, one hand releasing the wheel as it gripped the back of your head, fingers tangling themselves in your curls. He holds you close as his body spills down your throat. You drink it up greedily allowing the milky substance to trail down your throat and into your belly.

Choso’s body spasms underneath you and he whimpers out your name repeatedly.

When you were sure he was finished, you take your time licking him clean. His body still jerking as you raise up and grab the wipes from your purse and clean him up. He stays focused forward after you readjust his clothes and plop back down into your seat. He takes a moment to process the series of events that just happened, mouth opening and closing as he tries to find the right words to say.

After a few minutes, he glances over at you. You sit int he passenger seat calming reapplying your makeup, a gentle smile on your lips feeling his heated gaze on you. After a few more moments, he finally speaks.

“Why?” he strains.

“Because I wanted to see how much control you could really have.” you respond sweetly, holding in your giggles. A gasp of shock leaves his body as he blinks a few times, completely taken aback by your response. You can't help the fit of giggles that escape your boyd at his reaction. “Princess,” he whimpers, “I was speeding.” he emphasizes. The giggles turn into a full blown belly laugh at his concern. “Seriously! I was doing at least 100 miles per hour. Do you know how hard it would’ve been to explain that if we wouldn't gotten pulled over.” he pouted. Your laugh wouldn't stop and eventually he joined you, the air in the truck light and airy.

“Okay, okay.” you calm yourself down, “I’m sorry chobaby. That was dangerous. Next time I’ll just make you pull over.” you tease him. He shakes his head. “You are trouble you know that?” he sighs, hand reaching over to you. You smile leaning over to press a soft kiss to his cheek before leaning back and intertwining your fingers with his.

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bleach-your-panties · 5 months

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Crack/Drabble!💬🍧💗💗

●Asking Choso about his d¡ck piercings!

(a/n: I just had this convo with my cousin and had to do some research...🧐)

Choso was lounging comfortably on the couch of your shared apartment reading a book when he heard the door to the bedroom opening.

With a soft sigh and slight eye roll, he gently set his book face-down beside him and waited for you to bounce into the living room with your out-of-pocket ass questions.

"Hey Cho?!"

"Hmm?" He lazily replied, tired red-rimmed eyes glancing your way as you plopped down on his opposite side, making his book flop to the floor. You probably made him lose his page.

"Was it awkward when you got your piercings?"

He chuckled. "Which ones, baby doll?"

Currently, he was sporting eyebrow, bridge, septum, tongue, and dimple piercings.

"On your dick." You said as if it were obvious. Choso's pale cheeks flamed up.

"Why would it have been awkward?"

You huffed. "Becauseeee, you had to get your dick hard, right?"

"W-wha?"

"For them to pierce it right?" You blinked your long, fluffy eyelashes at him.

If you kept doing that, you'd be getting a front row show to those piercings you were so interested in.

"Baby, no..the penis has a lot of nerve endings and blood vessels in it. If it were hard, that would likely make it hurt worse."

A thoughtful hand under your chin. "Mhm, I see, I see...pull your pants down."

"Y/N!"

"Whaaaat~? It's for research purposes!"

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Sunflower Fields: a Choso Love Story Chapter Eleven

art cr: shijoula on x

You're broken from a past relationship, thinking you only deserve the worst. Choso comes along, making you realize you deserve the world and more. Will your ex-boyfriend let you go without a fight? (Choso x black!reader, yandere Choso)

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Choso was currently standing cluelessly in a bar he’d never frequented, let alone heard of, in a pile of bodies with people he would never, ever, even associate with. The place was full of obvious college students who’d just hit the legal drinking age, or were either too young to be in a bar in the first place. The bouncer seemed sketchy to begin with, barely checking IDs as he chatted up younger women who were barely adults. He felt gross, gross to be standing in here as the air was muggy, it smelled like it hadn’t been cleaned in ages, and the music was absolutely terrible.

But, he was doing this for you. This small, crowded establishment that was driving him insane was right across the street from the far more luxurious club you were in. Thank God. He felt like he would have a heart attack if he knew you were in attendance of this low class bar, knowing you were way better than this.

Choso couldn’t even spend five minutes in this setting before he realized he couldn’t take much longer, so with great effort, he pushed through the sea of bodies and made his way outside, to the front of the trashy spot where he found a vacant bench to sit on. He sighed as he sat down, legs sprawled out in a manspread position, annoyed with his plan to begin with. He could’ve just done this from the start, as he had a clear view of the club from here, although it was more risky as there was a higher likelihood of him being caught by you. He deemed it worth the risk though, as he only wanted to protect you. You would understand that, right?

A feminine voice snapped Choso from his thoughts. “Mind if I sit with you?” The voice said, and he turned his head to find a pale woman with long brown hair, dressed in club attire, a cigarette hanging from her mouth, waiting for his answer.

He simply shrugged, not bothering to change his position to make room for the stranger. He couldn’t bring himself to pay attention to anything but the surroundings of the establishment you were in. The streets were filled with loud, drunk people, the night’s lights were bright and sounds of laughter, screaming, and music filled the air. Choso hated it. He hated the amount of people, the noise, the smell, everything. Once again though, he was out here doing this for you, to stand guard, to be sure you wouldn’t come into harm whatsoever.

The scent of cigarette smoke and vanilla filled Choso’s lungs as the strange woman sat down next to him, taking another puff of the cancer stick, the aroma surprisingly not foul smelling. He had immersed in smoking as a teen as part of his rebellious phase, only stopping because of the growing dent in his pockets due to the habit. He never picked it up again after that, as he knew it was bad for his health, and he didn’t want his younger brothers to pick up the habit as well.

A hand holding out a pack of said cigarettes was now in his view, distracting him from his surveillance on you. “You smoke?” She asked, offering him one.

Choso turned to look at her and shook his head. “Not anymore.” He answered, taking one anyway, actions contradicting his words.

The woman gave a chuckle and pulled out a lighter to light the cigarette currently hanging from Choso’s full lips, before taking one final drag of hers, tossing it carelessly in the already littered street afterwards.

“I’m Shoko.” She said, monotone laced in her voice, and Choso mentally rolled his eyes.

Not his type. Not you.

“And I’m not interested.” Choso responded, not caring about the clear lack of manners he was giving to this stranger that was kind enough to offer something of her possession to him, something he was currently relishing in. He could physically feel the stress lifting from his body with each inhale, suddenly feeling less tense about the entire situation. He had a full view of the entrance and exit to the club, so he would know when you left. He needed to relax.

Her loud laugh interrupted Choso’s thoughts and he cringed, annoyed at the volume of her roar. You were the only one whose voice he loved hearing at that amplification. “Oh, relax.” The woman he now knew as Shoko’s voice was still filled with humor and he wanted to leave immediately. He didn’t want to entertain this conversation any longer.

“I’m not trying to get into your pants. Yours has something in it that I’m not too particularly fond of.” Her face read disgust as she looked the man up and down, a smirk on her face as she reached his eyes again.

Choso’s eyebrows shot up in surprise, suddenly feeling a twinge of guilt for his bluntness a few seconds ago. A twinge.

“My bad.” He said, casually, exhaling the smoke from his lips with an ‘o’ shape, away from the woman’s stature, a small smirk remaining on his face from the tranquility of his old habit and the fact he’d just mistaken the woman next to him for flirting with him. It happened pretty often that he rejected others, so it was just a habit, not cockiness at all. He tossed the still-lit stick into the road, mocking Shoko’s previous action. “I’m just used to rejecting women is all.”

It was her turn to shoot her brows up in shock at his statement and she folded her arms and placed one leg over the other, bouncing it up and down, her knee-high boots moving in the air. “Cocky bastard, I see.” She let out nonchalantly, causing Choso to let out a genuine laugh at her boldness before she continued. Who the hell was this crazy woman? “I think we’re gonna be friends.” She finished with a smile and he tilted his head in confusion.

Friends? Choso didn’t really have friends, more like acquaintances, coworkers, and you. His brothers were his friends, but he knew that didn’t really count. He didn’t really trust anyone enough to have close companions, afraid that everyone ended up leaving, anyway. The man had always struggled with that part of himself, as he of course had some fear that you could leave him at some point. He of course wouldn’t let that happen, like he’d pondered before, he would die before that dilemma occurred. Choso was afraid of what he would do if you expressed or gave off any sort of disinterest in him, knowing he wouldn’t let you go, no matter what he had to do to stop you from leaving him.

As scary as the thought was, he knew he would take drastic measures to make sure you stayed his, even if that meant corrupting some of the morals he wasn’t even sure he had.

He needed you and you needed him. You two were going to be connected, forever.

“So, what are you doing out here all alone?” Shoko asked, calming his sinister line of thinking. Choso stared blankly at her, not sure exactly what to say. He couldn’t just outright say he was tracking you, keeping tabs on you even though you weren’t aware of his actions. That would come off as stalker-ish. Choso wasn’t a stalker, he just wanted to confirm your well-being. “I’m meeting an old friend. Although, it is getting kind of late for my liking.” She let out breezily with a sigh when Choso didn’t answer quickly enough, and he mentally sighed, knowing he wasn’t in the spotlight anymore.

He quickly composed himself at her statement before responding, taking a piece of his makeshift bang from his signature buns to twirl in his fingers, feigning nonchalance. “Oh nice. A girl?” He smirked at her and she scoffed, rolling her eyes.

“Boy, do I wish! Just going clubbing with one of my friends from high school. Haven’t seen him in a while and he’s been going through it because of his ex or some shit.” She shrugged. “Oh, I think that’s him now!” Her voice was filled with enthusiasm as she pointed to the familiar man walking down the street and Choso couldn’t believe his fucking luck.

Walking only twenty feet from him, was Suguru fucking Geto. The man who broke your heart more than once, cheated on you, betrayed you, stalked you.

Suguru was stopped in front of Choso before he knew it, a cocky expression on his features, looking down at the sweet woman he was meeting for the night. “She bothering you?” He asked Choso jokingly, obviously having no idea who he was and it took every fiber in Choso’s being not to knock him out on sight. Choso was livid, he knew it by the heat inside his body, no matter how freezing it was outside, it felt like a hot summer day by the way he was sweating. His knuckles were paler than usual with the way he was clenching his fists, ready to swing at any given moment. He couldn’t though. How would he explain this to you? He just so happened to be at a bar across the street from the club he knew you would be at? No, you wouldn’t believe that for a second. You were too damn smart for your own good.

Wait a minute. How did Suguru know you were here?

“Okay then…” Choso’s eyes snapped to the man as he spoke when Choso didn’t answer, knowing his face read nothing but pure hatred from the sudden unnerving aura in the air. “Let’s go, Shoko. This guy’s a fuckin’ weirdo.” Suguru continued and Choso absolutely lost it at the man’s bravery, obviously having absolutely no clue who he was dealing with.

Choso let out a disgusted scoff before standing to his feet quickly, choosing to land mere inches from your stalker’s face. “That’s fucking hilarious coming from you.” Choso’s words came out venomous, wicked really, as he looked him in his eyes, standing tall and proud, not caring how confused the man before him seemed.

“The fuck…” Choso heard from the bench where Shoko sat, obviously bewildered at the observation before her, head flicking from left to right. “You know my friend?” Her question was directed at Choso, who ignored her inquisition.

Suguru was clearly disoriented at the man before him’s menacing spirit, completely thrown off guard at his statement. “Yo, I don’t know who the hell you are, but back the fuck out of my face.” He moved closer to Choso, words contradicting themselves, chest equally as buff, almost touching his, with a haunting look plaguing his features, one that would’ve scared the average man. The being you were dealing with was not your average man though, Choso was a lot of things, he had a lot of positive traits that included caring, protective, kind, and intelligent, but there was a demented side to him, a side that contained vile-like behavior, vengefulness, manipulation, and acrimony. It only showed when he or a loved one was threatened or hurt, and as said before he tried to keep it under wraps, it wasn’t a side he wanted you to ever see.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Choso asked, cutting to the chase. Fuck the BS, he needed to know why he was here, about to attend the club you were currently in, celebrating your birthday. He continued when Suguru’s face quickly filled with skepticism. “You here for her? On her birthday?” Choso nodded his head across the street and not soon after, all the blood seemeed to rush from Suguru’s face.

When silence filled the air, nothing to be heard but their shallow breaths, Choso’s heaving getting louder by the second, Shoko cut in, finally seeming to catch on pretty swiftly. “Oh, you did not bring me here to help you stalk your ex-girlfriend, did you?!” She asked the gobsmacked man before Choso, who still had nothing to say. “Answer me right now, Suguru Geto!” Her voice came out, forcefully and the man she was speaking to’s jaw clenched tightly, obviously caught in his seemingly master plan.

“You her new boyfriend or something?” Suguru spat at Choso, ignoring his concerned friend who threw her arms up in defeat, before fuddling in her leather jacket to grab her pack of cigarettes, muttering something about her “friend” being shitty as usual. Choso would have to agree, maybe even taking it further to describe him as something far more cruel.

Choso smirked at him, almost laughing in the man’s face at his apparent stress. “All that matters is that you aren’t. She’s done with you. While you’re busy still pining after her, stalking her, she’s moved on, very happily at that.” Rage suddenly filled Suguru’s eyes, a burning fire seemingly in them as Choso continued, loving the way he was riling the man up with just words.

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The scene across the street from the club you were in, completely oblivious to the situation, was a sinister one. But, you were inside, trying to have the time of your life, but seemingly not being able to for a few reasons.

Number one: Andrea left quite some time ago. As usual, she could not handle her liquor. Before you all left the pregame at your apartment, she was already off her ass. She then proceeded to order three rounds of tequila shots, one after another, before she bolted off to the bathroom, prompting your older sister to run after your best friend, who was almost equally as drunk, but kept it under wraps with her super responsible oldest sister powers, as she called it. They didn’t spend too long in said restroom until Kento was waltzing into the establishment, an irked and distressed look covering his features. He took her home shortly after, but not before sending money for an Uber, since he was supposed to be your ride home. He sent more than needed, but you knew it was because he felt so horrible about the situation.

Number two: Not only did your best friend get absolutely hammered, but so did your younger sister. She drank more than Andrea, at both your apartment and the nightclub, but she seemed to overestimate her tolerance, as she was currently leaning on your older sister for support, still trying to dance, without any success.

Number three: There was something nagging in the back of your head. You didn’t know what, but since arriving, you felt…watched. It was like someone’s eyes were never leaving you and since around the time Andrea left, it got worse, making you feel almost naked. Your paranoia had driven you to search for the reason why you felt so uneasy, trying to lock eyes with the predator, but failing miserably. This was bothering you more than anything else, more than the people in your company irritating you greatly, which was a damn lot.

Your thoughts were interrupted when your older sister, your saving grace, and the only person not causing high emotion in you, Valerie, called your name in concern. You snapped your head to her to find her attempting to hold up your suddenly very drowsy younger sister, Opal, causing you to have those same powers your older sibling claimed to have, sobering up completely to help the youngest out of the club immediately.

Today was not a good day to wear high heels, with them being at least four inches tall and skinny, making it incredibly hard to help guide the grown woman out the night spot. You managed though, with the help of a security who came to save the day.

You were all now sitting outside on the curb, waiting for the Uber Valerie called while you were still inside, only to find out it was twenty whole minutes away. It was almost freezing outside and with your choice of attire consisting of a skimpy black dress that stopped at your mid-thigh, those heels that were open-toed, and only a fur coat that seemed to be your only intelligent choice of clothing on your body, you could not wait that long. You had half a mind to call Choso, but you knew it would probably take him that long to arrive anyway, plus he hadn’t answered any of your text messages in the past fourty-five minutes, so you assumed he was already asleep, (plus you would feel bad for taking the money Kento had so graciously given you just to not put it to good use.)

“How the hell is she in university drinking like a maniac every weekend, but can’t hold it together for a night out with us?” Valerie inquired from next to you, eyes on the scene beside her. Opal was leaning on the security guard for support, basically hugging him, with her eyes closed, ignoring his pleas for her to drink the water bottle he’d snagged from the front counter.

It was cute really, they had only just met, but by the rose tint on the man’s cheeks, you could very well tell he was into your younger sister. At first you thought he was helping out of kindness, which he still could have been doing, but now it looked like he was doing it for something more, with him promising to remain outside with you all until your ride arrived.

And why wouldn't he? Your sister was adorable, with her face almost an exact replica of you and your older sister's, her hair in a huge curly fro, dressed in the girliest, pinkest club attire, including her baby pink fur coat, which was the exact opposite of you and Valerie's. Valerie had chosen a warmer outfit, a tight, midi length sweater dress and high heeled boots, obviously the smarter of the three of you. Her hair was in black knotless braids, as it always was, being that it was easier to take care of since she didn't have the time to do her own hair, with her hands always in someone else's head.

You let out a snort, wondering the same thing as your older sister. “Who knows?” You turned and shook your head at Opal, who was now drinking the water, staring up at the man who was now pleased at her actions, praising her with a smile on his face. “She better get it together before tomorrow night. I’m not stopping the party again just because the two of them can’t hold their liquor.” You finished with a roll of your eyes. It was your birthday weekend, for Christ’s sake.

Your annoyance was cut short when Opal finally spoke, but it was in a panicked tone, and not to you, but the man beside her. “What the fuck is going on over there?!” Her words were slurred, but you followed her eyesight to the scene across the street to see two men beating the shit out of eachother-well one man getting his ass beat. A screech from the woman above them was loud enough to pierce everyone’s ears in a two-mile radius.

“Jesus Christ!” Valerie gasped next to you, covering her mouth as the man on the bottom’s face made a loud cracking sound as a fist connected to his jaw.

Your heart raced with adrenaline at the sight before you as you got up to get a closer look, despite both of your sister’s protests. You really should mind your business, but something was calling you to the scene ahead of you, an invisible force dragging you to the commotion that was drawing a small crowd, anyway. The security guard who helped Opal was running ahead of you towards the disturbance, having to abandon your younger sister for a more pressing matter.

You stumbled across the street, curiosity getting the best of you when you paused halfway there, to find no one other than Choso fucking Kamo getting yanked off of a very bloody man, who still had the nerve to be talking shit after the obvious ass whooping he just caught. The top Choso’s t-shirt was torn, exposing his tattoos and his silver chain, his hair was a mess with one bun hanging from his head, while the other had seemingly fallen. His face was tomato red in comparison to his pale body, and fuck. Why did he have to look so deranged and so sexy?

You snapped out your dirty thoughts and wanted to run over to Choso to figure out what the hell was happening, why he was fighting when you looked down to see that the man he was just hammering into the ground was no other than Suguru fucking Geto.

Your heart felt like it stopped beating with the way it dropped to the bottom of your stomach. What is going on? Why were they fighting? Did they know each other? Who is that woman? What were they doing here?

All of those questions were swirling through your head just as Suguru seemed to notice you, his facial expression turning from murderous to appalled, probably from your surprise appearance.

“Your boyfriend is a fucking psychopath!” He all but roared at you, looking disheveled with blood pooling from his nose and mouth and onto his neck as he attempted to get up, but falling almost immediately, causing the brown haired woman to help him up, grumbling obscenities underneath her breath. Was this his new girlfriend?

Ugh, who cares?

You didn’t know what to think and you weren’t sure how to feel, but for some reason the sight of Suguru on the ground, beat to a fucking pulp by Choso Kamo, pleading at your feet, lit something sinister in you. You didn’t feel angry, or disappointed, or sorrowful even.

What you felt was pure elation. Euphoric at the fact that he was practically crying and begging you to do something about Choso who’d just given him the ass whooping of a lifetime, probably at your expense, and outright in ecstasy at the sight of Choso, only ten feet from you now, a small amount of blood drooling from his gore painted lips, silently suffering, seemingly waiting for your reaction, as he was being held back from the pathetic man under you.

You couldn’t help the sinister grin that began to creep on your face, something that should have terrified Choso, or even yourself, but it didn’t. In fact, his large toothy, amused smile followed yours, and he looked the happiest you had ever seen him.

You didn’t know if that relieved you or fucking terrified you.

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insomniac!choso who always finds himself dropping by your apartment in the middle of the night. Those deep set, dreary eyes becoming filled with happiness as soon as he sees you. Because he knows that you’ll always put him to sleep..with slow fucking underneath the moonlight peaking through your bedroom window. His fingers slightly coiled around your throat as he thrusts up into you from the side. Leaving those gentle pecks along your jawline with sweet nothings being uttered into your ear. That plump little pussy mimicking that of a warm massage for him. He fucks you in every position; from sporadically paced backshots that all but drill you into the mattress to prone bone as he planks above you, causing your fingers to claw deep into the mattress. He’s restless so he’s running on pure adrenaline alone. That and the sheer euphoria of being inside of you is driving him insane. Finally finishing on top of you until he can’t contain himself. “Oh fuck, oh fuck..(y/n)…I’m gonna cum, baby..” announcing his release shortly before letting that load fill your womb. He’s so exhausted that he can’t even be vexed to pull out and rather, falls asleep right there in your dripping heat. Filled to the brim with his cum as he finally drifts into slumber.

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THE FIGHTER’S PURSUIT ! | 01

synopsis: first day’s never go as planned, especially meeting one of the most feared criminal fighter yet.

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warnings: some minor injuries,fighting, mature scenes and etc.

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10:30 PM

There is no doubt that being assigned to catch criminals was one of the toughest assignments you had ever worked on as you started your first day underground which was far harder than you could have ever imagined.

The station rooms for some of the criminals were designed based on their level of fighting skill and the potential danger they could potentially pose to others.

A few pieces of information were provided to you about some of the criminals, but not a lot, since some of them are on the run and do not want to be caught. You were given a small file with their main information, and your eyes scanned over at the paper attached to it as well as placing it in the pocket of your shirt before checking over your surdorings and making your way to the arena.

In the dimly-lit corridors of the underground arena as you walk through the dimly-lit corridors of the underground arena, you can hear faint cheers coming from all the corners, and you can smell the sweat and fierce blood in the air as you pass around one of its fighters as you walk through the dimly-lit corridors of the underground arena.

When you pass by one of them without making eye contact with them, you can hear him chuckling deeply as his lips twitch into a menacing grin as you pass by without making eye contact with him. It was impossible to ignore their stares, so as you hear one of them chuckle, you swallow hard while trying to avoid their gazes.

“You don’t belong here.” one of them spat out behind you. As you rushed through a set of doors, you heard a bunch of criminals muttering behind you and leaning toward the fighting ring, all the color in your face almost drained from your face when you saw a bunch of criminals crowding the exits or fighting inside the fighting ring, within earshot of you.

You were aware that you were not supposed to be here.

As soon as the referee blew the whistle and a timeout was declared for the fighters in the boxing ring, they slumped in their corners of the arena, heavily exhausted, and drank their water before making their way to the locker room. During their last match, their coach advised them to go to the infirmary before the second match began.

While you tried to keep your gaze away from the crowd, you noticed a few familiar faces and recognized a few people who were wanted by the police but never found.

You didn't want to be seen by the criminals lurking in the stands. As your stomach steadied in a knot, the feeling of how dangerous they were began to fill you. There was no telling what would be done if they saw you.

The audience split up out of their seats for the intermission, and you could see the crowd now splitting up as you began making your way into the large gathering of people. As you were desperately running from the arena as the darkness was coming closer by the minute, little

did you know that there was someone intently watching your every move from a distance as you were desperately fleeing.

The subtle tension in his body and his eyebrows knitted together in utter discomfort, his piercing green eyes never once faltered from your figure, even as you made futile attempts to seamlessly blend in with the crowd in an effort to evade detection.

However, he was not about to let you slip away so easily.

As you frantically moved through the tightly packed crowd, desperately trying to carve a path for yourself, the pursuer trailed closely behind. The size of the crowd made it increasingly challenging for you to navigate and locate an escape route, which made your breath grow shallower with each passing second.

A sense of panic had begun to set in, and your heart was pounding in your chest as the panic intensified your desire to find a way out before it was too late.

After finally escaping from the crowd, you realized there were more criminals around you than you had ever seen before. As you slipped your hoodie over your head, you were about to reach the entrance when you were yanked back by someone, causing you to fall back down on the floor, groaning in agony.

Despite the anger that sparked inside of you, you silently cursed to yourself before pulling yourself up once more, frustrated about having to yell at that person, when your eyes widened as you were now faced with one of the menacing criminal yet was standing in front of you with his arms crossed over his muscular body, narrowing his gaze towards yours.

There he was the one and only.

Toji Fushiguro.

In his teenage years, Toji was regarded as having excellent fighting skills, and as a result of his excellent fighting skills, he was among the top students in his school because of his excellent fighting skills and boxing skills, as well as his attractiveness. His name is known around the world as one of the top fighters in the underground ring where criminals go to fight and the ring remains a secret until today.

It's typical for criminals to come down here to blow off steam and make a little extra cash through gambling or fighting, but that wasn't the case for him. If he had his opponents scared, then he would be at ease with handling them, and anyone trying to cross him would be in for a rude awakening as long as they did not cross him.

As far as his case is concerned, not so much. His intention was not only to live to make people fear him, but also to instill a sense of terror in anyone who dared to cross paths with him. It was a truly awe-inspiring sight to stare straight into the eyes of a tall, muscular man with mid-length straight black hair that reached down to his ears.

And not to mention, his face and hands were always covered in dried up blood, leaving a chilling imprint on anyone who gazed upon him. That ice-cold glare of his was enough to freeze anyone on sight, sending shivers down their spines.

It was indeed a stroke of great fortune to capture his interest, especially considering the fact that he rarely associated himself with individuals like this. Despite the fact that his hands were scarred and bloated after every fight he engaged in, he still chose to involve himself with someone like this, albeit on rare occasions.

When it comes to criminals, he was without a doubt the worst.

The moment he spoke up, he leaned down towards your figure in order to get a better look at you. He raised an eyebrow at your figure, interrupting your train of thought with a bored expression painted all over his face, raising your chin a few inches towards his face.

It left you with a slight ingrained fear in your soul as he did this. Your eyes grew wider, your hairs on the back of your neck stood up and your hands started shaking because he did this, but his touch was gentle in a way that you had never expected it to be.

Taking a deep breath, closing your eyes, and inhaling deeply, you attempt to calm your racing heart as you breathe in a deep attempt to sooth its racing beat. In exhaling, as the sigh escapes your lips, your body is filled with a wave of relief as you take a deep breath into your lungs.

“Who are you?” There was no mistaking his assertive tone, he spoke in a way that you could feel the breath tickling your ear as he did this, which encouraged you to build up your courage before speaking back to him.

“Y/n.” you replied You appeared to be still shaken by the way things turned out just a few minutes ago, so you responded calmly and as if nothing had happened. It quickly became quiet once you began speaking, causing him to chuckle to himself, releasing the grip on your face before standing up straight once again after releasing his grip on it.

“So, Are you some hotshot investigator here to catch me?." His slight smug grin-like expression appears on Toji's face before his cocky demeanor is turned into a slightly frustrated one in front of your eyes, making your heart sink to the bottom of your stomach fearing of saying the wrong thing, you chew on your bottom lip for a moment but you can’t blow your cover no matter what.

“No,can’t a woman be curious about this place?.” You replied stepping back a few paces for safety only out of caution not being aware of what the cable was for or not wanting to find out what it was, you weren't armed either.

The police officers did not want you to draw attention to yourself nor draw attention to the criminals, nor did they want you to get injured or get into trouble in any way. You were on a mission to capture these criminals without being noticed by anyone whatsoever and they were not willing to risk you getting caught.

“No, it's strange to see a girl so interested in a place like this. It’s basically a criminal convention.” He replies bluntly, as he turned his back to you, that same bored expression on his face remained on his face for a long moment and you stood there for a moment still trying to comprehend what had just happened.

“I see, what other hobbies do you guys have if you guys leave the ring?” you speak up again in an attempt to lighten the mood, trying your best to ignore the criminal activity around every corner you turn as you walk alongside him.

“Well.” He pauses for a moment and the right words he is about to say dwindle for a moment before clearing his throat before speaking again as he continues to speak.“It depends on the person, really cash and nothing more. Some have other aspirations..”

“Other aspirations? hm..’ You repeat to yourself, thinking of other things you might have forgotten there might be, leaning your back against the wall, you try to wrap your head around it, while you are also questioning yourself at the same time, as if you are trying to find some clues within his words that will guide you to catching one of them.

“If you must know, many want power or revenge but it’s always to gain something for themselves really.” As Toji stared at you, he noticed that your muscles stiffened up for a short period of time before relaxing again as you pushed yourself to stand up straight once more.

Toji turns back towards you before signaling you to follow him to another set of double doors in the place.

As he pushed up the door into the room, you braced yourself for the worst possible outcome, but instead you found yourself in an airy lounge and lounge bar. The interiors of the room were dominated by shades of navy blue, along with a long table that wrapped around the bar. It was beautiful.

He looked at you with a curious expression, trying to figure out who you were and why you were in the same boxing ring as him. He was intrigued by your presence and was curious to know more about you. He was also suspicious of your identity, wondering if you were really who you said you were.

pushing his doubts to rest, he decided to put them aside for the moment and relax.

For now..

You sit down at a bar table as toji pulls out a shaker and some expensive liquor from behind the bar stand in order to prepare two cocktails, which are mixed together and then poured into two glasses. He sat the glass in front of you before drinking himself, leaning against the counter top and creaking it slightly as he sipped his drink.

You nervously took a sip from the glass, the strong taste of whiskey burning your throat as it goes down. He smiled as he watched you, noting how you reacted to the drink. He knew what he was doing, as he was no amateur when it came to making drinks. He was a master of it, and he knew it.

He offered you another drink, but you hesitated. You knew that he was a criminal, and although his drinks were good, you didn't want to get too comfortable around him.

After finishing your drink, you placed the glass on the dish rack and he began to trace his fingers along the rim of the glass. Despite his criminal past, he seemed genuinely happy for the company. However, he still kept his guard up, not wanting to let his guard down too easily.

You can feel the weight of the stare of the other criminals in the room, but when they look at him, all they see is the violent side of him. You, however, have seen a different side to him - a softer, more caring side that he rarely shows to anyone else.

Suddenly the pa speaker interrupted your conversation with toji telling them as the next fighting match is about to begin for them and to meet back in the arena now.

Toji stood up from the bar stools , looking at you with a determined expression. "We'll finish this conversation late,sweetheart" he teasingly said before turning and hurrying off with the other criminals. You watched them go, feeling a strange mixture of uneasiness and worry as they disappeared into the locker room,leaving you in the empty bar by yourself.

You soon get up and leave the bar of the arena making your way to the exit but this time bumping into another criminal who let out a grunt when you crashed into him and got up quickly before he had the chance to yell at you.

You quickly apologize and keep walking, but you can feel his eyes on you as you make your way out of the arena. You can't help but be reminded of why you're here in the first place and the consequences of getting caught. You pick up your pace, eager to get out of the arena before anything else happens.

Today just isn’t your day is it?.

Your paper filled with information all the criminals' names falls out of your pocket as you run off and make it out of the arena safely. No realize you left the paper behind when you fell into yet another criminal, you're just relieved that you're finally safe and not harmed.

But you failed to realize, the criminal known as choso kamo found the paper. Things are about to get a lot more interesting for you.

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dilfl0v3rss · 8 months

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7brownsuga7 · 2 months

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Touch me

Choso x fem reader

Word count: 800+

Genre & warnings: short drabble, smut - minors DNI. Smut, explicit language, submissive, pleading, whiny and very bratty, whimpering, masturbating, slight overstimulation

Summary: Submissive Choso touches himself while pleading for you to touch him

Notes: Originally a Jungkook drabble. Click here to read. Art by NC9_ on twitter.

Just the sight of you in front of him naked and wet after just coming out of the shower has him already rock hard.

The droplets of water rolling down your body makes him whimper in frustration.

You're a tease and you're evil for taunting him when you have made it clear that you're mad at him.

He sits there on the bed, aware of the aching throbbing of his cock.

"Baby please" his voice is whiny as you walk past him ensuring that you sway your hips.

You bend over, the sight of your pussy is enough to have him grab his length and rub it, the pre cum already coating his red, sensitive tip.

"Mmfh." He grits his teeth,unable to control himself.

He just wants you to touch him, have him at your mercy.

His breathing increases and his hips circle as he tries to relieve himself from the torture of seeing you before him - pussy on display, knowing that he can't touch you.

So he settles on touching himself, hand pulling his cock out of his sweats in a desperate attempt to relive his frustration. His thumb strokes his tip, smearing his nut around as his eyes latch on to your every move as you bend down to rub lotion on yourself. Squeezing at it as his hand works down his length.

"Baby I'm sorry, I'm so sorry please just touch me." He whines pathetically.

You're standing before him massaging your breasts, the lotion creating a silky layer as your thumbs circle around your nipples.

His strokes increase as he watches you in all your glory.

"I need you, please" his gaze lands on his length, his hand continuing its strokes. The moisture from his precum and the movement of his hand fills the room with wet sounds that increase when he tightens his grip.

He directs his gaze back onto you, watching as your hands continue to slowly caress your breasts, pinching at your nipples. The same ones he once sucked.

"Please baby, I need you please, fuck" he's a breathless whimpering mess.

His hold on his cock tightens, hips circling as he tries to relieve himself of the pleasure you're giving him, even though you're not even touching him, your presence alone can make him cum just as fast.

"P-please touch me". He pants "I'm sorry, I'm sorry"

"You upset me today" you speak as you kneel in front of him, eyes watching as he whimpers and frowns at you. A small smirk plastered on your face as he continues to please himself. You love that he's an absolute mess because of you.

"You really upset me" your hand brushes against his inner thigh, retracting when you get the reaction want, a clenched jaw and his hand that grips onto the sheets.

"You're such a tease" he chuckles before letting out another moan.

The both of you watch each other, the wet sound from his actions prominent in your ears, along with his grunts and whimpers.

Your eyes never leave his which earns a groan of,"Oh fuck keep on looking at me, fuck you're so hot. Ah fuck."

He's being so needy and desperate and you love it.

Usually it's you who is in his position.

His hand gives more attention to his tip now. Thumb working along the surface, adding pressure to it.

Becoming more sensitive, he winces. His eyes forced open to witness you in front of him in all your beauty.

He squeezes, strokes and caresses, inaudible words falling out of his mouth. Eyebrows creased, bottom lip trapped by his teeth, you're loving this.

You tilt your head, savouring the sight before you. His body jolts and legs wriggle as you continue to kneel before him. Hands now running up and down his thighs to ease him.

"Cum for me Choso" your eyes lower in desire.

"Baby, baby, baby, baby" he's close you know it.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, uh fuck l'm sorry. Please" You lower your head, breath hitting his cock as he winces at the feel. You make sure not to touch him, not wanting to give in, even though it's tempting.

You look up at him through your lashes seeing that he's completely lost it. He's squirming now, so so close.

"Baby please I'm gonna cum, please touch me please" he winces again. "Come on, please just the tip"

You playfully roll your eyes before removing his hand from his tip and replacing it with your plump lips.

You kiss him, making sure you swirl your tongue around the surface - not missing the salty taste.

"Hmmmm" you hum through the kiss, his hips buckling as he holds your face with his hands.

You take just his tip in your mouth, sucking and swirling as he releases inside your mouth.

"Mmth, fu-fuuuuck" he collapses back against the bed, breathing hard and jolting now and then as his orgasm dies down.

You let his cock leave your mouth with a slight, 'pop', making sure you swallow every bit of him beforehand. Wiping your mouth with the back of your hand you kiss him and say, "Only because you pleaded".

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