#we finally got good anime choso

[siriusdamage]

literally every choso stan is talking about this right now but LOOK AT HIM!!!!!

LOOK AT HIM!!!!!!!!!

[yujisgirl]

Yuji NSFW Links / Visuals ᥫ᭡

... with short fics <3

These are real ns//fw links btw! Human bodies etc not animated! Need to be signed into Twitter/X to see these videos ♡

These stories happen in chronological order! ... ! afab reader

Next: Toji + Choso + Gojo + Nanami + Shiu + Sukuna + Higuruma... so stay tuned!

𓆩ᥫ᭡𓆪 Toji's Visuals: Click Here ❤︎

"Come over to my place after school?"

was all you told your highschool boyfriend, Itadori yuuji. It was supposed to be a little hang out; especially since exams had just been over and you both had missed each other so much.

Needless to say, you guys definitely "caught up" ...

Highschool boyfriend Yuuji!

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"Does this look good on me?"

You definitely used this mall date as an excuse to rile yuji up even more. He's sure of it. Why else would you be picking the skimpiest swimsuits to "try on" - you're not even part of the swim team!

As soon as you guys left the mall, he grabs your arm and brings you over to an alley, "Need to fuck this hole before we leave"

In public with Yuji

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"Do you want your present now?"

you said . Yuji tilts his head in confusion, his graduation cap threatening to fall of his pink hair as he raises his wrist, dangling the bracelet you had just gifted him, "Isnt this your present?".

"I have another one you know" You gesture to the Love Motel just down the street.

Your graduation gift to Yuuji

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"I love you. I love every part of you"

The first time yuji had said "I love you" was when you came to visit him in college. The pain of being away from you only heightened his desires and needs. He needs you, not just in a sexual way but in every part of his life, through and through.

He worships every inch of your body

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"Lets test our new bed, yeah?"

Maybe it was the adrenaline of finally moving in with yuji, Maybe it was the stress build up from the moving process but as soon as the land lord left your new house you guys were onto each other like animals.

You tested the firmness of every single furniture you bought. The bed, the new sofa, the kitchen counter, the beanbag that you got from Yuji's old house, and of course the balcony.

Testing beds with Yuuji

Testing beds Part 2.

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"Is this why you wanted to move in together?"

you giggled. "Fuck." Yuji was too pussy drunk to even form a coherent reply, "m'you feel so good. Wanna live in this pussy forever"

Morning's with Yuuji

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"Im reading right now"

you said.

Yuji pouts.

Shit. Thats your soft spot.

"Fine, you win."

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"Babe, you really shouldnt wear that around me"

yuji's eyes werent even looking into yours, he was staring right at your boob window.

"Why?" You questioned.

"Makes me wanna suck on your tits" He deadpanned, eyes tracing the curves of your breasts.

"Whats stopping you?"

જ⁀➴

"Good job baby"

was all you said. Really.

How were you supposed to know that it would result in a marathon of rounds with Yuji?

He finally got recognised as a Jujutsu sorcerer by the elders, and you couldnt be more happy for your boyfriend. You expected him to come home with tears in his eyes, or something but no- he came home and went straight to your room, "Baby, I need to fuck you"

Is it his fault that youre all that plagues his mind night and day, and when he experienced emotions in a grand scale, he immediately gets horny?

Maybe you're all he needs

[blkkizzat]

As Nurse Geto quickly tears through the community, we must know what the rest of the group’s go-to slutty Halloween costume is.

I typed a whole thing on my phone and then it got deleted cause my phone died. I'm an idiot lmfao. But yaaas lets do this round 2!!

JJK Slutty Halloween Costumes

Gojo is too pretty not to be our slutty baby girl. We gonna dress him in something cute like a slutty Little Bo Peep. A cute lil baby blue dress with ribbons and bows to match his eyes. The top will be corseted but come just below the nipples which will be covered with little pasties with blue braided tassels on them. Of course our baby girl also going to be wearing some garters attached to sheer white stockings and some mary janes on his feet. Gojo knows he looks sexy as hell but he will still blush when he realizes the skirt of his dress is so short you can see the precum staining his cute white panties.

Toji is like a wild animal and as such its only fitting that he is Tarzan. The man is going to be in nothing but a furry loin cloth, cheeks out in the breeze. We are going to need some STURDY material though cause Toji hangs LOW and HEAVY. He's gonna break like 3 of them before we finally find one that works for him. He's also going to most definitely use this costume as an excuse to act like a complete fool. He's not going to let you walk anywhere and just slang you over his shoulder, ass up. "Me Toji. You woman. Me eat pretty pussy from back."

Choso is a puppy. The man is TOO eager to be obedient. He wears black fuzzy ears and a collar with a bell so you can see hear him coming and will walk around on all fours following you around everywhere like a puppy too. He's so obedient for you, wearing nothing else but a cockring and tight black demin shorts. He'll stay like that all day too until he can't take it any more and beg for your permission for him to cum. You better not keep him waiting too long though bestie or once you release him you will find out your cute lil puppy actually got that DAWG in him. Then it will be your turn to be puppy when he ties your hands back and relentlessly delivers backshots in doggy position.

Nanami is a Magic Mike/Chippendales dancer. We all know this man looks good in a suit but imagine what he looks like just in a bowtie and form fitting suit pants. OILED UP, glistening and muscles flexing he will have you salivating when when he finally rips off his suit pants to reveal himself in a tiny black thong. You know he is going to give you a show too. But you will have to be a good girl. No touching. Just sit there and let him do all the work. [lol now i want to write a whole drabble about this]

Sukuna you will have to fight to get in a costume but once you tell him he would make the perfect slutty priest he is all for the sacrilege. White priest collar attached to a black sleevless latex top cropped at the waist, showing off his taunt abs. He doesn't miss your stares as your eyes are drawn lower to his tight latex pants sitting low on his hips and showing off his v-line and the imprint of his huge cock. He's definitely going to power trip and let it go to his head. "On your knees slut, it's time to confess and repent."

[gojo-mochi]

My Babysitter turned into a Dog?!

 You were supposed to babysit Yuuji today but instead you found a stranger in Choso's house...Dilf!Kenjaku 

CW: Dubcon/Noncon (Usage of Hypnosis), Manipulation, P/V, Creampie, Oral (M & F-Receiving), Fingering, Overstimulation, Light Choking. Dom Kenjaku. Puppy Play. Nonconsensual Recording. Breeding kink. Belt Collar. Bit of blood play.

A/N: Manga Spoilers! I wanted to do this back in Dec… but events happened…. But hey Alexa plays “Daddy’s Home” by Usher . Papa is back with the milk, choban^i oat milk to be exact (it really good you should try the creamer). Blah Blah Blah not gonna dump my feelings here just go on and read the smut you wild animals. 

PS: I don't know what happened to the smut part, another part of me took over and went wild so it might be different from my other pieces, be warned

Part of this event!

Word Count: 11k 

You carefully stomped your way over to Choso’s place, pulling up your scarf over your nose as another blast of winter frost came your way. You promised Yuuji that you would make snowmen with him today, but it doesn’t seem like the weather is going to die down anytime soon. You hummed to yourself as you made your usual trek to the quiet and grand house where Choso and Yuuji lived. You first met Yuuji when he got lost and ended up wandering around in front of your apartment. He was the sweetest little boy you ever met, albeit a bit hyper at times. 

His round and chubby cheeks were stained with tears, calling out for “Big bro Choso!” You crouched down near him and soothed him enough to get some information; he instantly took a liking to you, clutching onto your hand as you walked him back to his house. Halfway through, he started babbling about everything and anything—his friends at school, his big brother, his family, the cereal he likes. All sense of panic and fear quickly vanished with you by his side. As you stepped onto the driveway of Yuuji’s house, a disheveled-looking man with twin hair buns came running out of the house, diving straight for Yuuji. Holding him in a tight bear hug for a quick minute, then letting go so he could check over for any injuries as words spilled out from his lips. 

He didn’t even notice you were there until Yuuji wiggled out of his grasp and went back to hug your leg. You looked down at this “Big bro” as his mouth dropped in shock seeing his sweet little brother leave him for someone else. You took this chance to study his face a bit, noticing dark eyes covered in heavy purple shadow, multiple piercings, and a sad-kicked puppy looking pout adorning his lips as he called for Yuuji again. You had to stifle a laugh as Yuuji shuffled behind your leg even more. Yuuji’s older brother finally got back on his feet and introduced himself to you as ‘Choso’.

He told you that he was playing ‘hide and seek’ with Yuuji and was almost about to call the police when you rolled up. “I was tearing up the house looking for him.” Choso sighs out, looking at Yuuji, who now has a pout on his face as well, clutching at his shirt as his cheeks start to redden up again. He stepped out from behind you and ran to Choso, who quickly scooped him up in his arms. Holding him close as Yuuji gives out muffled apologies in between his sobs. Choso’s smooth baritone voice lulls both Yuuji and you somehow, as Yuuji’s sobs quiet down soon after.

Choso gently rubs Yuuji’s back and plants a soft forehead kiss as he brushes away his tears. “It’s alright; I’m not mad at you. I was just worried, that’s all. Next time we play hide and seek, just don’t leave the house, alright?” Yuuji burbled out more “Sowwies” and wiped his snot and tears on Choso’s shirt. Choso chuckles at the action, seemingly used to his little brother’s antics at this point. He shifts Yuuji on his arm and turns to look at you. “Thank you for taking care of my brother; I wouldn’t know what to do if something happened to him..” He shakes his head, shaking off any thoughts or visions of Yuuji being harmed.

“Let me pay you for bringing him back.” He steadies Yuuji on one arm as he reaches into his pocket with his other. You quickly wave your hands in front of you, “No, no! Really, it's fine! I’m just glad the little guy’s alright.” Yuuji pops up his head and looks your way as well, his chubby little hand reaching out for yours. You reach back out and let him wrap his entire hand around your thumb. Cooing softly, Choso watches on with a small blush on his face. Clearing his throat, he addresses you again. “Ah, I haven’t introduced myself, have I? I’m Choso, and you already seem to be acquainted with Yuuji here.” Said boy giggled happily, waving your hand up and down.

“Ah, right! The name’s Y/N; it’s really nice to meet you and Yuuji. I live in the apartment blocks just a couple of streets down.” Choso raised an eyebrow at that. “The student’s apartment? Are you going to Jujutsu Tech as well?” Yuuji released your thumb, giving you a chance to poke at his cheek, causing more giggles to spill out. “I do, actually! I’m studying hospitality currently; I’m guessing you go there too?” Choso nods, “Yeah, but I’m in criminal psychology. That must be why I haven’t noticed you on campus before.” Choso murmurs out the last part under his breath, hiding his blush with another cough. 

Your phone rings, reminding you that you have only two hours left before your test closes online. You silently cursed to yourself, forgetting all about it. You wave goodbye to Yuuji and Choso, “Sorry, I forgot I had a test to do online tonight! I’ll see you around campus though, later!” You start sprinting back to your apartment, leaving behind a bewildered Choso and a waving Yuuji. Yuuji tugs at Choso’s shirt, “Can we see the nice lady again, Cho-Cho?” Choso runs a hand through his hair and sighs, “I hope so, I sure hope so…”

As luck would have it, you did end up seeing them again; you don’t know how you didn’t recognize Choso before on campus. His style and fashion choices are super unique, so you were able to easily spot him. The two of you got more acquainted with each other by taking lunch breaks when you both had a free hour from classes and studying together in the library. Choso mentioned Yuuji and how he wanted to see you again and asked you, “My classes sometimes run from evening to night, and I usually leave Yuuji with a babysitter, but I think he prefers you more. Would it be alright if I asked you to babysit him sometime?” 

You readily agreed; you were also missing the little pink-haired toddler, so you didn’t mind. Choso offered to pay you the same rate as the babysitter, but you talked him down to only paying you half. Mentioning that it was no problem at all for you to babysit Yuuji. That was only a couple of months ago, and you got along so well with the two of them. Yuuji is a sweetheart and Choso, and while his outer appearance seems a bit dark and edgy, he was a huge dork and softball underneath all those layers of eyeshadow.

You finally reached the front porch of Choso’s grand house, shivering from the cold, you quickly brought out the keys that Choso gave you a while back. Turning the lock and stepping inside, “Yuuji! Choso! I’m here!” You called out, just in case they were already home. You checked your phone to see if any other text messages were sent from Choso. 

Cho-Cho:

Cho-Cho: “Hey, I’m going to the Preschool soon to pick up Yuuji but I got called into work today. :c Would you mind looking after Yuuji for me when I go back home to drop him off?

You: “Course not! Tell the little guy that I’ll be waiting for him at home!”

Cho-Cho: “Alright, Thanks! ^-^”

You sent a quick message to him, stating that you had arrived at the house. Taking off your snow boots and shrugging off your jacket, you stepped further into the house. Humming to yourself as you make your way into the kitchen and pull out two mugs, some hot cocoa mix, and mini marshmallows. The mugs clink together as you start preparing your sweet treat for you and Yuuji when he gets home. You were so caught up in your little song and dance that you didn’t notice a new presence coming into the kitchen as well. “Oh my, what’s this now?” It was a deep and smooth voice, but not like Choso's, and unless Yuuji got an incredible growth spurt, you were sure that the voice belonged to someone you did not know. 

You turned around quickly and found a tall, dark-haired man leaning on the kitchen counter. His eyes close to almost slit as he tilts his head and stares down at you. He loosens his tie as he observes you. “May I get the pleasure of knowing the name of the cute little intruder in my home?” He purrs out, and you fight hard to stop a blush from creeping up. “Your home? Last time I checked, this house belonged to Choso and Yuuji.” You backed up until you hit the counter, your hands quietly moving behind you to pull out a knife. The man tilts his head the other way, sort of akin to a cat watching over his prey; he stalks forward. “Choso and Yuuji? You mean my sons?”

Your hands start to tremble a bit under his gaze. He was close enough now to trap you between his body and the counter. “You’re their dad?” You questioned warily.

 Your eyes narrow at him, and a hiss almost escapes your lips as you take in his appearance. He was wearing a sleek dark suit, with the jacket taken off and the sleeves of his white button up rolled up the way to his elbows. The hair color might be similar to Choso, and the overall dark and edgy vibes kind of fit with Choso too, but this stranger looks nothing like Yuuji. Well, to be fair, Choso doesn’t look like Yuuji either. Your eyes travel up to his face, his snake-like eyes carefully watching over your next move, his pretty jawline and cheekbones, and his bangs that softly draped over one side of his face. 

 And… stitches? Stitches that form a line going across his forehead. You stared a bit too long at it as the stranger let out a chuckle. Brushing his hair away from his forehead, “What is it, hmm? Like what you see?” You reply with a garbled noise, the hand that was on the knife jumping up in shock and making a racket in the drawer behind you. The stranger lets out a bigger laugh this time, easily moving closer in, chest to chest, as his long arms reach behind you to take the knife from your hand and put it back in the drawer, closing it. “Little girls like you shouldn’t be playing around with knives, you know; didn’t your parents ever teach you any better?”

Normally, you would have been mad at this statement and the fact that he so casually came up close to you and touched you without permission. But there was something off about him—something that made your knees weak and your mind spin. Was it the type of cologne he uses? It was dark, cool, and intoxicating. Mint, berries, and whiskey—almost an odd combination, but it works wonders for him. Maybe it was how his voice sounded—the way he spoke near your ear, sending tremors down your spine. Velvety with an odd accent you couldn’t place a finger on, almost unhuman-like, like he was an alien trying to mimic human speech or a siren trying to lure you into his trap. 

The stranger took note of the look on your face and your body language, smirking as he didn’t move away from you, getting even closer in fact. Grabbing a hold of your chin and tilting it up so you could look directly into his eyes. “What’s wrong, pup? Cat got your tongue?” He purrs out heavenly, his hand colder than you expect; maybe he just got in from the winter front outside too. You shudder out a sigh when you see him lean in, your eyes closing down as you wait for the next action to take place. Then nothing; the coldness leaves you feeling nothing but a bit of shame and heat pooling in your stomach. 

The stranger walks away with a wide, toothy grin, wagging a finger at you. “Now, what did you think I was going to do to you, hmm, pup?” Your face flushed badly, and you stood up straight, feeling your mind get out of the fog now that he was away from you. “Don’t call me that, and you’re the weird one here! Didn’t your parents ever tell you to respect people’s personal space?” You cross your arms and huff out your cheeks, walking past him and taking out your phone to text Choso. The stranger, or, you should say, Choso’s dad, watches you stomp off, his eyes never leaving your form. 

Cho-Cho:

You: Hey!! Where are you?

Cho-Cho: Sorry, the storm got really bad here, so we’re hunkering down. We’re staying with the teachers now. -n-

Cho-Cho: You don’t have to come over anymore. 

You: Are Yuuji and the other kids ok? And also, I’m already here with your…. Dad :/ Hes kinda annoying tbh 

Cho-Cho: Oh right, dad's supposed to come home today. Yuuji and the kids are fine, they think it’s a sleepover. Yuuji keeps asking for you though :c

Cho-Cho: Don’t worry about dad too much, he's kinda weird but he means no harm. 

Cho-Cho: Oh, Yuuji calling for me, I gotta go help look after the kids. Call me if you need anything \o/

You frown at the last message, a part of you hoping for Choso to say that this guy wasn’t his dad so you could call the cops on him or something. You glance his way again, noticing his eyes closed in a fox-like smile. He is... oddly beautiful; you’ll give him that at least. You roll your shoulders back and make your way to the door. “Since Yuuji or Choso aren’t going to be here, I’ll just take my leave then.” You mumbled, your cheeks feeling a bit heated from being around this strange man so much. He calls after you, “I don’t think you should open that door, pup.” You roll your eyes, not wanting to fall for any more of his tricks. “And why’s that?” You sarcastically retort back as your hand twists the knob open. 

You barely opened it outward when the harsh winter wind blew the door wide open, almost throwing you to the ground as well. Snow and frost assaulted your vision. Your hands quickly tried to close the door again, to no avail, your boots slipping on the ice below you. Your eyes forced shut from the onslaught, you suddenly felt a tug on your hoodie, and you were pulled back into the house, and the door was slammed shut a few moments later. You kneeled on the ground, heaving out heavily as your body tried to regulate itself back to normal. 

A hand is placed softly on your hair, petting you, and a soothing tone comes out to try to calm you down. Another hand is placed on your cheek, the large flat of the palm covering your entire cheek as it lifts your face up.

 “There, there, you’re safe now. Hmm~, maybe next time you should listen to me?” You felt the warm breath of someone washing over your face as well, and your body reacted by leaning in closer to the source of the warmth. Sagging your head down until it reaches a comfortable place. Right in the crook of Choso’s dad's neck, his scent was comforting you, making you squish your face in closer.

His hand on top of your head continued petting you while his other traveled to your back. Rubbing up and down on your spine in a gentle manner, with enough pressure on his fingertips to make himself known there, The sound of a phone brings you out of your stupor; you lift your head sluggishly and blink at the face in front of you. The man gives you another toothy grin, pinching your cheek in a teasing manner. You scrambled back with a yelp, glaring furiously at him. He raised his hands in mock surrender. “You were the one coming on to me, pup.” He gets up and checks his phone, answering a call and giving you one last glance before walking off. 

You stood up after a while of pretending what happened just didn’t happen. Shuffling your way in the living room and flopping down on the couch, grabbing a pillow and clutching it to your chest like some sort of protection charm. You switched on the TV and tried to focus on the random Hallmark movie playing on screen. Choso’s dad soon comes to the living room and flops down right next to you. Knocking his long legs right into yours, you scrunch up your nose and scoot your legs a bit away from the man. “Come now, Y/N~ Let’s get along with each other~”

He coos at you with that sickening sweet tone of his, and you hiss at him, “I don’t recall ever telling you my name.” He raised an eyebrow back at you. “Choso and Yuuji often talk about a cute little girl with that name, and I just assumed it belonged to you, pup. And while we’re on the topic, you can call me Kenjaku or Daddy too if you prefer~” 

You almost threw your pillow at him for that last statement: “If you don’t like me calling you by your name, I’ll just stick to calling you pup then, or puppy perhaps?” He continues on, pretending not to notice how agitated you were getting. Sticking out his tongue at you childishly when you flipped him off. “Choso told me a lot about you; you know, he talks more about you than Yuuji does.” Kenjaku stares down at you with an indiscernible glint in his eyes. “I think it is only fair that I tell you a little about me, hmm?”

 He angles his legs towards you as he places an elbow on the back of the couch and leans on his hand. The realization comes over you once again of just how imposing this guy was; a simple action like that made it seem like he was still towering over you.

He taps a finger on his chin, eyes closed in thought, “Let’s see… What should I tell you about myself? Hmm, I like grilled fish and simmered vegetables, I’m a single parent to Choso and Yuuji, and…” He opens his eyes as his hand brushes away his bangs, fingers tracing along his stitches as he watches your face. Your eyes glued to the odd stitching lace on Kenjaku’s forehead. “Heh.. and I work as a hypnotherapist!” He claps his hands together loudly, making you jump back in shock. Your eyes flicker back to the stitches on his forehead. You wanted to ask him about it but that would be rude. So you just ask him the next question on your mind. 

“A hypnotherapist….?”You ask, unsure what exactly that means, Kenjaku nods, leaning in closer to you. “Just like a regular therapist, my dear. Expect I use some different techniques to get my clients to feel…. Better.” You don’t know why, but the way he said that sent a shiver down your spine. “Uh huh… so you just wave your hand around or make people look at a swinging pocket watch until they get better or something like that?” You lean back onto the couch, clutching the pillow tighter to your chest. Kenjaku smirks, “Not exactly, would you like to see my work in action?”

You raise an eyebrow at that, and Kenjaku gets up and stands in front of you. “I can see that you've been stressed lately, haven’t you? Exams, family issues, seasonal depression? Either way, I can help fix all that and make all your worries wash away~” You shifted uncomfortably under his gaze. “I’m not sure about th-” Kenjaku cuts you off by placing a finger on his lips in a shushing motion. “Just one try, and I promise I’ll leave you alone after. How does that sound, pup?” You pouted and thought about it for a moment. Your gut was telling you this was a bad idea, but something else inside you was curious to see how this would play out. 

“It would sound better if you stopped calling me ‘pup’, but fine, I'll try this hypnotherapy or whatever.” You cross your arms over the pillow and look up at Kenjaku, who has an extremely wide and delightful smile on his face. “Good, good. Now just sit back and relax. Close your eyes and just listen to my voice. Don’t think of anything but my voice now…” You did as you were told, sinking back into the couch and finding a comfortable position. Letting your eyes shut close and sighing out as you listen to Kenjaku’s voice guiding you.

“Breath in slowly, feel the air slowly fill your lungs…and expand in…..and….out”

“In…..and……out”

You took in a couple of deep and slow breaths, feeling your chest expand with air, the rise and fall of it lulling you into a sense of calm. Kenjaku did a couple counts of breathing with you, making you hold each breath a second longer than the last. Your shoulders lowered a bit after this small exercise, but you were still wary. Your face scrunched a bit as you listened more to Kenjaku’s instructions. 

“Hold your hands out for me, palms facing upwards, please.”

You hesitated for a bit but held out your hands, facing downwards, just to spite him a little. Kenjaku said nothing about it as his larger hands placed themselves over yours and flipped your hand around so your palms were facing up like he wanted them to be. Running his thumbs up and down your wrist and circling them softly on your pulse point. His other fingers slowly trailing behind, and his nails gently scraping the inside of your palm. In a methodical, rhythmic pattern, he continued to dance his fingertips on your palm, as he spoke again.

A pleasurable shiver was coursing through your body at the feeling of his fingertips dancing along your skin. “You’re a strong girl, aren’t cha? Hmm, I can tell, shouldering so many burdens lately. You poor thing…” He sighs out, thumb-tapping on your pulse point, almost matching the way your heartbeat was thumping against your chest. “Poor little girl… suffering so quietly so you wouldn’t burden the people around you. When’s the last time you did something for yourself, hmm? When’s the last time someone did something for you..” Your mind raced to think of something to answer his question with, you barely felt it when his hand crept its way up your arm. 

His nails lightly dragging down the length of your arm in a soothing manner, “You don’t need to answer me verbally, pup. I know… I know how strong you’ve been and how much you've been holding back. You're such a strong girl, doing so good. So good… You deserve a reward, don’t you think so?” It was weird, you could hear Kenjaku perfectly fine, but after some of his sentences, it felt like a second Kenjaku was whispering right behind your ear. It was weird but also oddly comforting? You agreed with everything he was saying so far; you did deserve a reward for working so hard lately.

“I can take care of that. I can take care of you… trust me… Trust me, won’t you?” His hands circle around your wrist, and you feel his presence get closer to you. Your eyes twitch, but you keep them closed. “I know you’ll trust me, smart girl, like you understand that I would never hurt you, right? I would never…” His minty breath sweeps over you. When did he get so close…? You start to lean in unconsciously, almost bumping your head with Kenjaku’s. A chuckle slips from his lips, and he rests his forehead on yours, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Good girl… You can find comfort in me; I am here for you… I can make you feel so good…trust me…” 

It wouldn’t be too bad of an idea to trust him, right? I mean, what the worst that could happen, you deserve something good to happen to you. One of his hands leaves your arm to delicately caress your cheek, his fingers playing with the soft flesh. His thumb softly running over your bottom lips, “Trust me? You can trust me… Let me show you how good I can treat you, puppy.” You nodded dumbly, trying to lean even more forward, accidentally pushing his thumb pass inside your mouth. Kenjaku’s laugh a bit loudly at this, slipping his thumb out and licking away at the small speck of salvia that came out.

“Impatient aren’t we, pup?” 

He leans down, pressing his lips onto yours, firmly gripping on to the back of your neck. He gives you small smooches on your lips, pressing each one longer than the last. You tug on his shirt, feeling a pit of warmth start to bubble inside you. A small whine comes from you. You’re a good girl; shouldn’t you deserve more than just small kisses? Your eyes flutter open to finally take a look at him. Was he always this handsome and ravishing? The background seems a little blurry to you; the only thing that you could see clearly was Kenjaku. You kept tugging on his shirt to pull him in closer. 

“Hmm? What’s wrong, pup? Can’t use your words? Silly puppy… of course you can’t, puppies can’t speak after all. All you need to do is bark when I say so, and whine when you need something, alright?”

His fingers start to trail down your spine; “Very simple thing, I know that a smart puppy like you would have no problem following these simple rules, right?” Before you could answer, he pressed his lips on you again, holding his lips against yours almost suffocatingly. Still, there was no tongue in this kiss, and you were getting impatient. You paw at his shirt, unbuttoning the top two buttons sloppily. Kenjaku stops your hands and holds your chin up, a disappointed look is painted on his face. “Patient, pup. No need to act so unruly now.” Something in your chest got twisted, and you felt the air get punched out of you. You didn’t want to disappoint Kenjaku. For some reason, seeing him with that face made you instantly back down.

Kenjaku holds you in place though, a smile reappearing on his face, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “Good puppy, I know you didn’t mean to be bad… my puppy… Sweet girl, you’re still ready for more, right?” You start nodding but stop halfway as a part of your brain starts to wake up a bit, the fog clears a bit. Your mouth opens to speak but Kenjaku shushes you with his tongue this time, slipping it inside and brushing against your own tongue. The fog comes slamming back full force into you once again. Your hands clutch on to Kenjaku’s shirt once more as he leans you back onto the couch, pressing his body directly on top of you.

Kenjaku holds you in place though, a smile reappearing on his face, swiping his thumb over your bottom lip. “Good puppy, I know you didn’t mean to be bad… my puppy… Sweet girl, you’re still ready for more, right?” You start nodding but stop halfway as a part of your brain starts to wake up a bit, and the fog clears a bit. Your mouth opens to speak, but Kenjaku shushes you with his tongue this time, slipping it inside and brushing against your own tongue. The fog comes slamming back full force into you once again. Your hands clutch on to Kenjaku’s shirt once more as he leans you back onto the couch, pressing his body directly on top of you.

He kissed with precision and a carnal greed, his tongue overlapping over yours, coating it out and sucking on the wet muscle, making you groan with need. He grinds his hips on you, giving you that much-needed, delicious friction right on your core. He takes your hands and places them right above your head. 

“Keep 'em here, pup.” He growls out, lifting up the hem of your hoodie and pulling it up and over, doing the same to your shirt underneath until you were left bare with only a bra covering your chest. Your arms try to move down to cover yourself from his heated gaze, but Kenjaku snaps his fingers at you, “Ah, ah. I didn’t say you could move yet.” Your arms snapped back up in haste, and an embarrassed blush dusted your cheeks. Kenjaku coos at you, patting your cheek softly with the palm of his hand, “Good girl~ Keep being good for me… Now, let me start my second phase of treatment, hmm?” He trails his hand down from your cheek down onto your shoulder, playing with the strap of your bra. 

 Hooking a finger underneath it, sliding it slowly off your shoulder, and doing the same on the other side. Pushing down your bra just enough so your perky nipples could pop over the top. He lets out a content sigh upon seeing them, leaning in so his breath could tickle over your pretty little nubs. You shivered at the contact, and your arms shook a little too, starting to feel a bit tired from holding them up for so long. But you didn’t want to disappoint Kenjaku again, what if he stopped his treatment? Still,  you were getting a little impatient with how slow he was going. You wiggle a bit, and a small pout adorns your lips.

Kenjaku glances up at you, chuckling softly. “My, my. Such a needy pup, aren’t you? But I suppose that’s my fault. I did tell you that I would take care of you, didn’t I?” He guides your arms down to your side; “Keep them there, and don’t touch me until I tell you to, alright? It's for your good.” Your answer was cut short by a moan as Kenjaku’s tongue flicked out to ravish your nipple. Swirling around the swollen bud with the tip of his tongue, his hand comes up to play with the other side, groping and pinching your breast in all the right places. Your hands dig into the couch, trying to steady yourself from the onslaught. Your head tilts back as he finally puts his mouth on you.

Capturing your pretty little nub in his mouth and sucking harshly, teeth scraping over your sensitive flesh. He used his free hand to sneak down and unbutton your pants, just enough so he could fit his hand under and tease the outline of your pussy over your panties. Kenjaku was skilled at toeing the line between pain and pleasure, pinching and biting so often but not enough to make it truly hurt, always pushing you to the edge and then bringing you back down softly. Running his tongue over the bite marks, soothing the pain away, his hand on your chest gently rubbing on any red marks he left, while the other one distracts you by thumbing over the swell of your clit through your panties. 

 A delicate dance that he was the lead in, forcing you to play along to his whims. You could barely hear your own pathetic moans or feel how wet you were getting; the fog in your brain was overcome by the increasing pleasure. At some point, he pulled your pants to the side and started to rub the pad of his thumb directly on your clit, tracing nonsensical words or patterns on it to keep you on the edge. He leans up and away from your marked chest, to whisper in your ear, his husky voice giving back-handed praises that you couldn’t wrap your head around, it only made you all the wetter. 

 Your hips bucked up to get more friction for your much-needed release, if only Kenjaku wasn’t pushing you back down by the hips each time you tried. “Ken-Kenjaku, please! I deserve it, right?” You blubbered out, tears falling down your cheeks, which Kenjaku happily wiped away with his tongue. “I’m a good girl….” You whined, bucking your hips even more as Kenjaku increased the pace of his thumb. 

He only hummed in response, licking a stripe up your cheek and placing a small kiss on the corner of your eye. “I didn’t know that my sweet puppy was such a slut. Poor thing, did all of those college boys fail to give this pussy what she needs?”

He slowed his pace down but slipped a finger in your sopping wet entrance, still finding some resistance and tightness even with all the buildup. Your body moves to try to adjust to Kenjaku’s long finger, but he quickly shushes you, planting more kisses on your tear-stained face. “You do deserve it; you’re right. You are my good puppy after all… All mine now... Say that you’re my good puppy, and I’ll let you cum, hmm?” He slipped in another finger to add to the stretch as your mouth parts opened to give him his answer. A choked moan escaped your lips, and you struggled to form the words he was looking for.

“I-I’m your good puppy.”

“Again.” He starts to scissor his finger, the stretch starts to become a little painful.

“I’m your good puppy..”

“Louder.” His thumb stops its assault on your clit but his fingers keep plunging deep into your cunt.

“I’m your good puppy!” 

Your scream was mixed with the lewd, squelching sound of your wet cunt as he returned his thumb and your hips jerk up in rhythm with his fingers. Your hands left the couch to find purchase on Kenjaku’s shoulders, digging in as your body arced off the couch, an intense orgasm ripping its way through your body. Kenjaku pulls out his fingers until only one remains in your cunt, curled in a bit to still tease your g-spot. His thumb smears your slick on the area above your clit, occasionally grazing it and laughing at how your body twitches each time it does.

Pulling out his finger as whimpers formed on your lips, “Good puppy~ Since you did so well, I’ll overlook you speaking without turn this time.”  

He lifts up his soaked hand and smears his fingers on your lips, parting them open and slipping them on your awaiting tongue. Coating your wet muscle with your own sweet slick, his long fingers descend further down your mouth, almost reaching your gagging point. 

“You’re still hungry for more, aren’t you? I know that something as simple as that wouldn’t be enough to satisfy my greedy pup.. My good puppy… Just keep listening to me, and I'll treat you right.” He holds your chin in his other hand and shakes it up and down to make it seem like you were nodding. You try to gurgle out an answer with his fingers still shoved down your throat, but he laughs and kisses the bridge of your nose with a twinkle in his eye.

“No, puppy. It’s alright, no more words; just let me do all the talking until I tell you to.”   

Once his fingers left your mouth, a string of salvia connected along with it. You swallowed down the building drool in your throat and looked up at him expectantly. “Hips up now, come on.” He pats your ass, hooks his fingers in your waistband, and swiftly pulls them off of you. Your cute, soaked panties were now on display as he palmed the front a bit, making you shiver and buck up to ride the palm of his hand. He sighs mirthfully at your eager display, lifting your ass up again so he could pull these off as well, stuffing the garment in his pocket. 

He pats your cheek with a smile for listening so well and shuffles downward on his knees, lifting your own knees up and placing the flats of your foot on the couch as he settles down between them. A sudden wave of embarrassment befell you as you looked down and felt your drenched cunt start to stain the fabric of the couch. A whine emits from your throat, and you were about to speak, but a cursory glance upward from Kenjaku made you shut your mouth entirely.  

He didn’t say anything at that moment, but your mind spoke for him. “Good puppies don’t speak unless told.”  

You settled for another whine, hoping he would get your discomfort, but if he did, he didn’t do anything about it. Instead, he starts his next phase of treatment by trailing open-mouth kisses on the side of your thighs, down to your hip line, and right next to the place you want his tongue to be on the most. He left little nips and marks here and there, making you squirm and wiggle on the couch, his hands firmly grasping on the thick part of your thighs, pushing you backwards on the couch. He kissed right about your needy little clit, tongue darting out to spell his name right above it.

“K…E…N…J…A…K…U…”

As he finishes tracing the outline of the "U” he leans back, admiring his handiwork so far and the way your pussy keeps clenching around nothing. Using his thumb to spread your lips even further, he descends at an agonizingly slow pace, keeping his dark hazel eyes on your face the whole way down. It felt like forever until his lips finally touched your sweet, swollen clit, sucking on the nub softly. Tongue flicking out like a devilish snake, licking up and down your cunt, mapping out the spots in his head of where you’re most sensitive. 

Your nails claw into the couch as mewls and whines pass your lips as Kenjaku works his tongue on your cunt. Nose often bumping into your clit, giving you that nice jolt of pleasure as he maneuvers your thighs over his shoulder, making you cross your legs over his neck as he pushes you back deeper on the couch. Moving forward along with you, sticking out his tongue and bobbing his head up and down as he tongue-fucked your tight little hole.

 You couldn’t buck up your hips or try to move away; his arms were coiled around your thighs, and he put all of his weight and power into it. Leaving you a helpless victim to his divine and torturous assault, your thighs squeeze around your head, but that didn’t deter Kenjaku in any way; in fact, it might even be fueling him to go in even deeper into your willing cunt. 

You vaguely wonder if he could even breathe from his position; that fleeting thought was quickly replaced by the coil in your stomach burning red hot and snapping instantly as Kenjaku moves his lips back up to suck on your clit. You lock your ankles together behind his back as your body shakes and jolts on the couch, and you feel odd vibrations as Kenjaku’s groans deeply when inhaling your sweet cream. Leaning his head back a bit to give small kitten-like licks on your trembling pussy as you ride out your orgasm. 

You pants out small burst of air, glad to have some relief, but that only lasts for a moment as Kenjaku moves one of his hands from gripping on to your thigh to gently pull up on your pussy, lifting the small hood up and showing off more of your clit. His mouth is back on you, sucking quite harshly this time. Playing with your swollen clit on his tongue, the hand on your thigh gripping dig in your soft flesh. The tension inside your belly rapidly tightens and snaps into another blinding orgasm. Your vision goes white for a bit as you scream and thrash around on the couch.

Your chest heaves up and down as you catch air back in your lungs, tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as you calm down. All the while, Kenjaku calmly holds your face in his hands, thumb wiping away at any fallen tears, his voice lulling out soft praises to you. 

“Good Puppy…”

“You did so well for me, you liked it, right?”

“I know you did, it was quite clear to see.” 

He leans down to press a kiss right above your forehead, patting your head and murmuring more things that flow directly in your head. 

“We’re not done yet, pet.” 

“We have so much more to do… you can handle it, can’t you?” 

“My big girl.. My precious puppy is so strong.. She can handle another session, can’t she?” 

His fingers tilted up your chin so you were trapped in his vision once more, his eyes darken as he asked you directly this time. 

“You won’t disappoint me, now, will you?” 

His tone shifted, and your senses immediately picked up on that fact. Your body stiffened up, and you nodded frantically. Shoulder straightening back, eyes wide, and your hands came put together on your lap. Kenjaku smiles at your instant obedience, giving you plenty of kisses on your face to show how much he enjoys this reaction from you. Hands squishing your cheeks together and shaking you a little, much like how someone would do the same to a cute dog. 

He takes a deep sigh and smiles wide, showing off some of his teeth. Were his teeth always this sharp…? He gives your cheeks one last pinch and stands up in front of you, his hands coming down to unbuckle his belt. Pulling the leather strap out of the loops with practiced ease, he holds the black accessory in his hands and looks down at you with an eerie grin on his face. You fidget a bit and twiddle with your thumbs, awaiting his next move. 

“Though it’s not exactly a collar… and it is not as pretty as I would like it to be. This would work for now.” He muses to himself as he grabs your face forward, and moves the belt around your neck. Your breath hitched in your throat as the cool metal of the buckles slid around your soft skin. He loops the belt in and gives it a test tug at the end to see how it fits on you. It was a loose fit, but it still felt constricting by the way Kenjaku had the hold on the end of the belt, pulling it up so you were forced to look up as well. 

“Come now, pet. We shall move this little therapy session elsewhere.”

He ushers you off the couch and as you were about to stand up fully, he stopped you; “Aht Aht, puppies don’t walk like humans, get on all fours like a good girl.” You completely froze up at this point; your brain slowly started to unravel from the spell Kenjaku put on you, and your face scrunched up in confusion. Kenjaku quickly realizes this and is quick to snuff out any flames that were lighting back up inside of you. He pats your head softly with a practiced smile on his face. 

 “Ah, sorry puppy. I forgot this was only your first day. No worries, we can work on that part next time. For now…” He bends down to scoop you up in his arms. “I’ll carry you as an apology, so don’t be too mad at me, alright?”

 He taps your nose with his pointer finger and rests his forehead against yours, whispering as he looks at you directly, eye to eye. His hazel eyes seem to get darker the more you stare into them; his words echo in your mind, lulling you back down to that pliant state.

“You’ll forgive me, right? I am so so sorry, after all…” 

His fangs stood out more at this angle, poking out when he smiled at you, one hand holding you up while the other caressed your face. You nuzzle right into the palm of his hand, forgetting all about what happened before, even though the belt was still looped around your neck. He placated you further by smothering your face in soft kisses. You giggled at the sensation, not realizing that he was already walking away from the living room with you in his arms. 

The bedroom door clicks behind you two as Kenjaku sets you down on your feet. Hand brushing against the belt on your neck. Placing one last kiss on your lips this time, letting the feeling linger, his hands gently hold on to your waist as he pushes his body against yours. Grinding his hard bulge right against your body, his hands lower down to cup at your naked ass, sneaking a hand in between and swiping at your still-slick folds, teasing you a little.

“Oh, puppy, do you feel that? Feel how hard I am for you, right now.” He grunts lowly in your ear, pressing his body onto you once more. 

“Can you help me with that, pet? You’ll be such a good puppy for me if you do…and I know how much you want to be good for me..”

He was right, he was unusually right about you most of the time, you did want to be good for him, to earn more of his sweet praise. So when he placed a hand on your shoulder and lowered you to your knees, you obeyed. 

Kneeling down in front of Kenjaku, his pants easily taken off with his belt already gone. Your mind buzzes with odd excitement upon seeing him put out his leaking and throbbing cock, like you were made for this moment. To always be kneeling in front of this man, to serve him like a dutiful servant, an obedient puppy. Kenjaku tugs upward on the end of the belt collar, cupping your chin in your hand as he angles your face towards his cock. 

“You know what to do, right, pup?”

You did; your body knew exactly what to do and how to please him, your tongue lolled out as your mouth opened up. Kenjaku keeps a hand on the belt but lets go of your chin as he slides his cock into your awaiting mouth. Letting out a low hiss at the feeling of your warm mouth greeting him, your cheeks automatically suck in as his length starts to slowly rub against the back of your mouth. You taste his precum that was leaking out—slightly salty but not overpowering. He fucks your mouth softly and sweetly, getting you accustomed to the feeling at first. His hand gently pulls on the belt around your neck, pushing and pulling you forward and backward on his cock.  

A gentle rhythm, gradually letting your mouth and throat get used to the shape of Kenjaku’s cock. After a while, his cock starts hitting deeper parts of your throat, and you gag a little when it goes a little too far. Kenjaku soothes you by petting your hair and tucking your hair behind your ear as he guides you this time. A hand weaves in your hair now, grabbing onto your locks as he slides his cock back deeper in, nail-scraping the back of your head as he shows you how to put all of him inside your mouth. Your nose is buried in the tuft of hair at the base of his thick cock. 

 “Look up at me, puppy.” You barely realized now that your eyes were closed this entire time. Blinking away some tears, you look up at Kenjaku. Only to find your reflection in the camera lens of his phone, staring right back down at you. He tugs your hair back a bit, cooing at your expression. 

He slides his cock out, and drool comes out with it—a sticky string of saliva connected from the bulbous head to the tip of your tongue. Dripping down to your chin as Kenjaku slaps the tip of his cock on your tongue, “Come on now, pup… stick your tongue out for me.” He uses his free hand to push away any strands of hair in the way.

“Good girl, fuck…. Look at you, so naughty, hmm?”

He takes a few pictures of your tongue out with his cock sliding in and out of your mouth, some with his cock pushed all the way inside your cheek, making it bulge out the side, and his other hand on your head, petting you anytime you start to get angsty. Giving you praise and soothing your worries away with his baritone and smooth voice. Pushing your mind deeper and deeper into the abyss, reinforcing how much of a good puppy you are for him and how much you wanted to please him too.

“Let's see if we can make a good video, shall we?”

He takes out his cock again, all covered in your spit. Preparing his phone in the right position as he hits the record button this time. “Alright now, puppy… Let’s show the camera your pretty face.” He pats your cheek and plants a thumb inside your mouth, lolling your tongue out along with it. He lets out a content sigh, looking at your almost fucked-out expression, his cock twitches at the sight as well. 

“I want you to speak now, puppy. Speak for me, tell me just how much you love this cock that’s right in front of you.” 

He removes his thumb from your tongue and grabs his cock, shaking it in front of you mockingly, like it was a special treat. You gulp down to clear your throat of leftover cum and saliva, your eyes glance from the length in front up to the phone in Kenjaku’s hand.

“Say; ‘Please Master… give me your cock, I need you so badly’ just like a good girl would.”

‘Master..? Was Kenjaku your master now? Master… Master… Master Kenjaku? Somehow the words roll off just right when you echo it back in your mind. 

You kept looking up, the phone directly in your line of vision, when you were really just trying to look at Kenjaku’s face. Your voice came out more soft-spoken than before.

"Please, Master Kenjaku, please reward me with your cock for being a good girl.” Your hands clutch on to the ends of his shirt as you keep on pitifully begging for a treat from your master. 

Kenjaku’s face slips, and he lets out a feral grin at your words, “Going off script? Hah….. I love it. Go on, keep begging me, my slutty puppy.” 

He taps his cock on your cheek and you instantly start rubbing on it, not caring about getting your face even messier by doing so. “Please, please, pleaseee! Master, I listened to you so well. I need your cock so bad. It feels so good when you touch me and let me have it. I need, need, need it!” 

You sneak in a couple of kisses and licks as you were rubbing on his cock, whining pathetically all in front of the camera. Your mind was not even comprehending the lewd and embarrassing words you were spewing out right now or the actions your body was doing, that small rational part of your brain was pushed all the way back. Locked away by Kenjaku’s voice telling you that this was the real you now, what you really craved, what you always wanted. 

To serve someone, to have someone praise you for being a good puppy, a naughty slut… 

It feels good to have Kenjaku pet your hair as he slips his cock back into your awaiting mouth, shoving it all the way in this time. Making you choke on the sheer girth of it at first before the length of it hits you in the back of your throat. Your cheeks were already feeling a little sore from how hard he was pushing, and you gagged a little when he tried to put your head down even more. He pulls your hair back away from his cock. You choke out a little bit of spit, coughing and sputtering. 

Kenjaku wipes away the spit from your chin as he looks back down at you, sighing disappointingly, “I suppose you just aren’t ready for my cock yet.” He shakes his head, but he still keeps his phone lens on your face. “Guess we just have to move on…” He moves his other hand away from your head, and your stomach drops. You clutch on to his shirt, shouting out, “Wait!” Kenjaku hides his reaction from seeing your outburst, maintaining a neutral face.

“Yes? What is it puppy?”

You whimpered and tugged at his shirt; your lips quivered as you began to beg once more. “I-I can do it! I can take it all, please let me try again!” 

Kenjaku’s lips twitch at your display, placing his hand back on your head, weaving his fingers in your locks, and tugging it back. “You sure, puppy? Are you sure you want this?” You nod your head instantly. "Speak, puppy, tell me that you want it again.” 

“I want your cock, please! I can be good this time! I-I won’t choke, I promise!” You were desperate to please Kenjaku, who just shook his head at you, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear and lovingly squeezing your cheeks together so your lips puckered in an ‘O’ shape. “It’s alright, my sweet girl. Choking and gagging are part of the process; I’ll just go slower this time. Let you get used to the shape of my cock, hmm?”

He pokes the head of his cock back on your puckered lips, squeezing your cheeks together one last time and placing his hand back behind your head as he pushes you down once again. Your jaw is still sore, but it helps, as you were getting numb to the feeling. You flatten down your tongue as his cock slides over. This time, Kenjaku holds your head in place, rolling his hips forward as he face-fucks you sluggishly, drool accumulating in your cheeks with each slow thrust. The lewd noises it was making were loud enough for the phone to capture. Kenjaku lets you choke on about half of his length for a while before trying to force it all the way in. 

“Now close your eyes and breathe in through your nose for me…good girl…”

You did as he commanded, still gagging when he shoves your face all the way down to the base of his cock, his pubes tickling your nose, and just before you start choking on it for real, he pulls you back. Letting you breathe for air, taking a small break before he pokes his cock head back against your lips, and you open up for it once more. Going back all the way down, staying there for a bit longer this time, and then he lets you go. Repeating this process over and over again, his cock sliding in and out of your pretty mouth.

Repeatedly hitting the back of your throat with each thrust, he had you stay down there for longer and longer until he was fully face-fucking you now. Kenjaku was letting his walls down a bit at this point as well, letting out deep groans and moans, cursing under his breath once he started to feel his balls tighten up. 

“Fuck… that’s it, puppy. Take it, take my fucking cock like the good cock-slut you are.” 

The hand holding the phone shakes a bit as he shoves his cock deep down your throat, way past your gagging point, but at this point, it doesn’t matter anymore. Not when his cock is practically about to burst, and you shouldn’t care about anything else but servicing his cock. You should be happy that Kenjaku was so willing to give you all his creamy cum directly down your gullet. With his hand gripping your hair tightly and one last groan, Kenjaku spills his cum in your slutty mouth, forcing you to drink as much of it as possible from the position you were in. 

He slid his cock out of your mouth, your messy face covered in drool and cum. The recording light on the phone went off, and Kenjaku pocketed his phone with a happy sigh. Tugging upward on your leash as he brings you back to your feet, only then did you realize how much your knees were hurting from kneeling down for so long. 

He wipes away the sticky mess on your cheeks with swipes of his fingers, praising you in a tender tone as you lean into his embrace. One arm around your waist to keep you from falling over as he finished gathering up any remaining cream.

“Say ‘Ah’, my sweet puppy.”

He smears the sticky mess on your tongue, making sure you clean up every single last bit of it from his fingers. Cooing at your obedience, once he was satisfied with your work, he rewarded you with a long and loving kiss on the lips. Tasting himself on your sweet tongue, you fully accepted it, arms thrown around his shoulders, letting your body sink into his. He chuckles at your actions, grabbing you by the waist, easily lifting you off the ground, and spinning you around. His lips never leave yours as he plops you down on the bed with him on top. 

He tugs on your leash and pulls away, looking down at you, the back of his hand caressing your cheek in a fond manner. 

“You know… It would be quite ironic if I were to fuck you in doggy style while you’re in this state...” He whispers, not talking to you, just voicing his thoughts out loud as you snuggle against his hand. Your eyes just glazed over at his words, barely listening, as you could tell this wasn't a command. His hand lowers down to grasp at your neck, barely applying enough pressure to his fingertips, so you know he has it there. 

“I think, though, since it's our first night together, one of many… I’d rather fuck you while you could look at me and remember this moment forever.” He rips open his shirt’s buttons, leaving you with a full view of his toned abs. His other hand wanders down as he positions himself in between your legs. His thighs pushing yours apart, giving him access to your still wet pussy. He snaps his fingers in front of your face and gets your attention. 

“Puppy, I want you to do something for me now. If you want your Master’s cock to fuck you..." He emphasized the word “Cock” and slapped his hard length right on your pretty clit. Making jolt up and yelp a little at the contact. “I want you to take your cute little hands and spread open your pussy for me. Can you do that for me, puppy?” He rubs the tip of his length into small circles on your clit, making you mewl and buck your hips for more friction, but he holds your hips down with his hands and makes a disapproving noise.

It quickly stops your movement, and you whimper out an apologetic noise, your hands slowly coming down your body to not accidentally anger your master once again. Stopping right on either side of your pussy. Kenjaku nods at this, “Good… Good… Now, take your thumbs and spread it out for me and watch. Watch as I fuck you and take you as mine.” Your hands shake a bit as Kenjaku starts to slide his veiny cock down from on top of your clit, sliding right down the middle of your pussy, making you feel his throbbing veins as he pokes the thick head at your entrance. Your thumbs stretch out to the edges of your drooling cunt, doing as your Master commanded and spreading it out for him.

Kenjaku rolls his hips forward, his fat cock slipping past your entrance with each roll of his hips, rutting against your clit. Making you even more riled up than before, whining for him to fuck you already. His hands dig into the plush flesh of your waist to stop you from squirming at the sensation. Only when you felt like actually using words to beg him to do something else did he stop and fully slammed his length all the way. 

You yelped and cried out at the sudden intrusion, scrambling backwards to get away from the abrupt burst of pain, only to be pulled right back in by your hips. Kenjaku’s fingers digging into the soft flesh of your ass. Smacking you on his cock, your slick and drool cover his cock, making it quite easy for him to keep ramming into you. The squelching noises got louder and louder with each harsh slap against your hips. You squeezed your eyes shut, trying to focus on anything but the pain and solely on the pleasure, but your head and body kept bouncing off the bed, making you a bit dizzy. 

Your hands search around for something to grab hold of, to steady yourself on, but even trying to clutch on the bed sheet proved futile with how hard Kenjaku was fucking you. Your legs forcefully spread around his waist, his hands cupping your ass up in the air as he rutted inside you, bucking his cock up at the same time he was holding you down. Just nonstop bouncing on his length, your poor pussy had no choice but to stretch and fit to his size. Still,  it felt like with each roll of his hips, he was reaching deeper and deeper inside your cervix.

Finally, Kenjaku seemed to take notice of your dilemma, or he just noticed how you were keeping your eyes closed and biting your lips. He let go of your ass and grabbed your wrists with one hand. Slamming them down beside your head, he kept up his rhythm, abusing your tight, needy cunt as he leaned down to face you. 

His minty breath washes over you, his lips ghosting and his tongue softly licking at your chin and cheek. Wiping away your fallen tears, “Puppy.. Puppy… Open your eyes, I want you to look at me when I fucking claim you. When I mark this pussy as mine, do you understand? I want you to be present for every single moment your Master’s cock slides into your desperate cunt.” 

He interlaced your fingers together with his tongue, lapping up the small dribble of blood leaking from the wound on your bottom lips. You were biting so hard that you didn’t even notice your wound until now. Kenjaku sucks on your bottom lips when you don’t answer fast enough for his liking, running his warm tongue over and over again on your bleeding gash. Your eyes blink away some tears before fully opening to find Kenjaku staring at you. His eyes open half-lidded, but his attention is fully focused on your cute face, your expressions, and the lost and hazy swirl of confusion in your eyes.

“Is my puppy ready to be taken? Are you gonna be my good girl and let me mark your insides?” He bit down on your lips and pulled back, making the gash even bigger, with more blood dribbling out. You whine and start to close your eyes again, but Kenjaku removes one of his hands to grab at your throat. Squeezing it enough to cause you to choke on a moan as he starts to move his hips again. Dragging his length up and down inside your walls, his hand squeezing harder each time he reaches your cervix. 

“Eyes open, puppy.”

His voice drops an octave deeper, forcing your head to tilt back, a whimper stuck in your throat. You had to obey; this was a real command, one that promised severe punishment if you did not follow. You open up your eyes as best as you can when tears are still pouring out of them, and you manage at best to force a grimace on your face. Still, seeing you try and listen to his order made Kenjaku happier, with his hand leaving your neck, roaming down your plush body, and hiking up your knees to your chest. 

Throwing your legs over his shoulders as he fully presses his weight on you, one hand pressing down lightly on the bulge in your stomach. At this angle, he was hitting your cervix even deeper than before. His thumb extended down to play with your clit as he kept pushing down on your stomach. Thrusting in and out of your wet and sensitive cunt, he lets loose freely, grunting and moaning at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in. 

Your puffy clit suffered so much abuse that, with the addition of his thumb rubbing tight little circles on it, it made you clench down tight on his hard cock. Your eyes started to roll backwards as Kenjaku sped up his pace. Your body bouncing up and down on the mattress, your tits jiggling with each pounding you take.

“That’s it, puppy. My dumb fucking puppy, don’t think anymore…fuck… don’t think, just let Master’s cock do all the work for you.” 

“You’re gonna let Master breed this tight little pussy, won’t you? Oh-hahh, I’d bet you look good with my seed spilling out of you.” 

He used his free hand to shake your head up and down, forcing you to nod. Drool seeped out the side of your open mouth, coating his fingers, but he didn’t care. 

You felt your stomach get tighter and tighter as his thumb kept on rubbing away at your clit, his cock slamming into your cervix, and your legs dangling uselessly over his shoulders. Your body just being used as a fucktoy for your master now, and you love it. 

You tried to mumble out something to let your master know you were close, but it all just came out in jumbles, whines, and whimpers. Luckily, your master knows exactly what you were trying to say, and he could feel your cunt start to clench more and more around him. 

“Yeah, puppy? Hmm? You want to cum? You want me to cum in you?” You rely with a long whine at Kenjaku’s mocking tone. 

“Yeah? Does my sweet dumb puppy want her master to cum inside her?” His hand shakes your head up and down again, whimpers, and drool coats your lips. Remembering his previous command, you struggled but managed to open your eyes back up, and that was the tipping point for Kenjaku. Seeing the fucked-out and dazed look on your pretty face made his ball tighten up and his cock twitch heavily inside you. He made sure to bury his cock deep inside your womb first before giving you the sweet treat you've been craving.

Spilling all his sticky seed inside of you, his thumb and forefinger pinched at your clit. Pushing over that edge once more, your cunt and legs are both spasming around him. With a high-pitched whine along with Kenjaku’s guttural groan, you both finished, your scent and juices mixing in with each other, becoming one. Kenjaku’s hands slither up to your face as he leans down to plant a gentle smooch on both your cheeks, letting your eyes close down softly. 

“You’re mine now… sweet puppy…”

His words echo in your ears as the last of your energy is spent barely holding on. He sets your legs down and shuffles down next to you, petting your hair and resting your head on his chest, still whispering near your ear.

“Don’t worry though, I’ll keep you around, but I won’t break you… too hard.. I know how much Yuuji and Choso like you, heh.” 

“Next time, I’ll introduce you to them as the new..family..pet ♡”

[ink-sunflower]

Beauty day (Choso x Reader)

One short How about to let Choso try some skincare products.

Choso x Reader Words: ~700 TW: No spoilers, Fluff

"What is it?" Strong arms envelop me from behind. The voice belongs to no other than the powerful death painting womb, the eldest of them, Choso. Though, one of his titles now is “my significant other”.

Today is one of the few days, when I can spend some time for my own pleasure. Life as a jujutsu sorcerer is one full of adventures for sure, though it's not always a perk. What is a good way to wash away traits of numerous battles and let your body and soul finally take a breath of fresh air? To have a beauty day! 

So, I prepared a whole set of skincare products from toner to face roller.  

Choso's interest piqued a mask that I was about to apply on my face. His face might not show transparent emotions, but his facial expressions are always genial. Just like now, the glint in his purple-brown orbs is shining like a beacon in the night.

(a/n what is the colour of his eyes? In anime it’s blown, but in manga purple. Or maybe I got something wrong?)

An idea pops into my mind, just like Gojo Satoru when he hears his name in a conversation. 

"Choso, I think you should learn at first hand." A mischievous grin graces my face.

He stares at me with a hint of bewilderment and uneasiness but does not object when I take his hand and lead to the couch. I gently push Choso down to let him completely occupy the soft place. 

"Now Choso you have to unconditionally trust me. Even you feel itchy, ticklish, cold or any other odd feeling on your skin." Teasing him, I close Choso's eyes. I stroke my hand on over his pale skin, caressing with my fingertips the mark on the bridge of his nose. My fingers linger on his lips for a few seconds, and when I feel him taking a deep ragged breath I take my hand away. 

"I'm not sure if I want to partake in it," though Choso's statement does not meet with his actions since he makes no move to get up. 

I go to the bathroom to bring my discarded face mask and jade roller. 

I apply carefully a sheet mask to his face and began to smooth it with a massager. He does not look, but lies quietly, obediently savouring it.

His strained and stern posture dissolved into the soft sofa cushions, allowing himself to relax under the fresh sensation. 

"So, how does it feel?" I ask my boyfriend when I notice a small smile of satisfaction blooming on him. 

"It's not bad," he replies promptly.

"I have one more thing for you, but maybe it's enough for you then." With humour in my tone, I tease him.

"No, please proceed," he murmurs, eliciting a chuckle from me. 

I keep on moving the roller over his face for a further couple of minutes and removed the mask.

"I think I'll like the next part," I tell from the bathroom, preparing the next step of his skin care.

"Is it a kiss?" 

"Huh, no. Not yet, at least. " 

He just hums at my answer, but the smile widens.

Opening the pack, I pull out a set of patches and place them under his eyes. I chose ones that shimmer with gold. 

I can't take my eyes from the view. Choso, wearing eyepatches, placid, with a slight smile on his face, relishing every moment. I should, no. I must, I must save the image of it. 

I pull a phone from my pocket and take some pictures. After Choso realised my intentions, we ended up getting a whole photoshoot. 

That's how I get a dozen of pictures 

Looking through the results of our photoshoot, now without beauty products on our faces, Choso tenderly hugs me closer to him, and hovering over my face, he sweetly whispers:

"Do I get a kiss now?" 

…..

How was it? It’s been a while since I wrote something. Please, please, leave feedback 🙏

[katvaramell]

And the last jumble of my JJK thoughts

Because JESUS CHRIST IT JUST KEEPS GETTING WORSE

That’s how nanami dies???? After everything???? Just being disfigured by mahito??? And itadori has to watch it after dealing with all the sukuna shit 😭

This poor little boy is 15!!!!! And now he has to deal with this and mahito is just a little shit with no emotional intelligence at all

The music during the fight between mahito and itadori is so silly I thought it was a very good opposite to the fight with choso. A lot of people think the fight with choso is the best one in shibuya, but I actually thought the one with mahito was much more compelling to watch. Even though the techniques and the mood of the choso fight were very very interesting. The best one in the arc for me has to be the sukuna fight just because of the animation of the the techniques

Now kugasaki dies as well???? Give itadori a break please he’s already so traumatized 😭😭 especially after he was so glad to know that he’s not alone, when her attack resonated through mahito

I’m glad todo found him so he’s not alone, but I hope jujutsu high has a therapist on staff for afterwards

And todos necklace having a photo of takada and itadori I can’t that’s so cute 😭 idk what it is about itadori that just makes ppl want to be his brother but it’s a much needed bit of fun. Also very smart of him to clap with Mahitos hand but if this boy dies as well im rioting

The end of the fight between itadori and mahito is a true masterpiece

I don’t know why they’re suddenly in the snow, but my guess is that that is itadoris domain. It was so thrilling to see the bunnies and wolves, especially once the white wolf with the same wound in his face as itadori turned up. The calm in itadori, finally being able to fulfill his promise. I also liked that there wasn’t really any music in the background and then the sudden geto reveal was actually surprising!

I’m quite disappointed that fake geto interrupted itadori killing mahito. Even though it may have worsened itadoris mental state it would have helped mine. And it’s nice that mahito got absorbed because it’s a fuck you to him, but it’s really really bad because now fake geto has transfiguration :((

And I think it’s so fucking funny that itadori gives off some kind of connection that makes ppl want to be his brother 😭 but very intriguing that it’s possible that choso and him are really brothers through the brain thingy. Maybe it possessed one of itadoris parents at the time, we never got to know them. Very very curious to see where that storyline goes

Am I understanding that right that literally everything is going to shit now? Just curses everywhere and complete global break down? At least Yuta is back 😔 and rika is as well???? I am very confused

I love that Yuta and yuki are allies absolutely cunt duo

Itadori cut off toges arms???? 😭😭😭 noooo pookie already has enough trauma from sukuna we don’t need that as well and poor toge hes just a lil guy 😭😭😭

AND NOW THEYRE DECLARING GOJO A CRIMINAL???? What’s that for????????? And helping him is a crime????? I am SO CONFUSED

I mean I already thought that the leaders of jujutsu society were corrupt but Jesus fucking Christ this is another level

And now they’re sentencing the principal to death??? For what? Letting two gays have a break up?

And Yuta as itadoris official executioner? I’m rioting

And what is going on in that last scene with itadori clapping and then huge curses jumping out of the water??? Give me the manga right now I need answers 😭

[littlemisskittyy]

Gege Akutami made Hajime Isayama look like an angel

I am going to rant, both as an AOT fan & as a JJK fan, so hear me & you will hear me out.

This is not a hate rant, but just a normal, "Holy crap I realized something" rant.

I said what I said - Gege made Hajime look like a friggin angel.

There were so many moments in AOT (manga & anime) where we ugly cried, to name a few - Gabi killing our potato-loving girl Sasha, Hange being toasted by her cape, Erwin's final SHINJO WO SASAGEYO and the list goes on.

Ugly cried, or that was only me.

But.

Hear me out.

Sure, our Strongest Soldier, the beautiful man Levi Ackerman, lost his ability to walk but the Strongest Sorcerer of his era lost his ability to live because he was - first, mutilated, then Sukuna thought it was best to cut is midriff into two equal parts.

Then we got Eren Jaeger & his goal to kill 80% of the population, however we have Mahito or that lucky pony-tail kid who was bdsm-ed punched by daddy Nanami or else Nobara & the blonde assistant (I forgot her name don't kill me) would probably, not die, but be more wounded as they already were... who were doing it for FUN. We all know Eren wasn't doing it for fun. Then again, Mahito is a curse, so... But that kid was not a curse.

While almost all of the veteran scouts were gone, sure that's super sad because why leave poor baby Levi, it was a given for humanity's friggin sake. But what did we learn from Shibuya? We got Ryomen Sukuna, who was looking for women and children for whatever creepy reason, killing or mutilating whoever he'd bump into along the way.

Kenjaku was evil, making his children fight or I'm not sure where I got this, the idea of making Yuji eat his brothers (euuurgh) but fine that's equally disgusting as Ymir's kids eating her.

Then speaking of brothers, although it was twisted, at least Eren had a decent time with Zeke, but neither Choso nor Yuji can recall their moments together as brothers - well good thing Choso remembered later on, but Yuji???

I'm not done!

Eren, Armin & Mikasa had good childhood memories, only Yuji went through a normal childhood time, but their teenage years were just sad because they should be talking about their crushes or whatever normal stuff teenagers were talking about - I just want to hug Yuji & Megumi & Kugisaki.

Then onto romantic crap.

Miwa & Kokichi Muta deserve so much more. I will say this over & over. Huhu. We got Armin x Annie at the end, but that airplane scene between Mechamaru & Miwa? Miwa didn't even get the chance to see Muta huhu. At least, hoping that we'll get Yuta x Queen Maki because I want to see her cute blushing cheeks & she deserves the world for going through a lot of hardships.

I could go on & on but seriously. Am I the only one who had this realization?

[chosossprincesss]

Death of a Bachelor pt. 3

✧ Part 1 Part 2

✧ PAIRINGS: Pornstar!Choso x Reader, slight Yuji x Reader

✧ GENRE: Slice-of-life, romance, eventual smut and some humor :)

✧ Warnings: Whehheeewww...so here we go: Smut! So much Smut, oral (f.receiving), penetrative sex, degradation, swearing, use of the word slut but make it loving lol, dub-con! not really but if you squint? idk just wanna make sure, everything is 100% consensual tho, cliffhanger haha, choso is a menace, ringplay...(?),oofc yuuji :(, choking soooo light breathplay, idk what else to tag but yeah this is mature content for people of age! so minors dni

Important note: The reader is called Yue in this. !

✧

Soooo...here it is finally!

I know it took me a while but I'm grateful you were so patient :)

This is really long, like 15 pages, I read over it soooo often so if there are still mistakes be gentle with me, this is not my first language.

I'm always happy to hear what you think and I just wanted to remind everyone that my requests are currently open so just send an ask my way if you got a valentine I could write you a little something for lol.

Anyways, enough from me!

Enjoy this smutfest with Choso and Yue ;) and remember safe sex is sexy sex. Don't be like them, children!

All my love,

Kiko <3

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The cab came to a screeching halt, it had started to rain as told by the soft thuds against the window. Megumi turned around, looking at you with a slight furrow of his brows, as he saw Yuuji half molten into your heavily breathing figure. The two of you made eye contact and it was as if Megumi could read your mind, as if he could feel that it was time for him to intervene.

“Alright, Yue, I’ll help you out,” Megumi said pointedly, as he moved to get up and slammed the door shut. That woke Yuta, who started groaning and moving next to you. Eventually Megumi appeared at the door to your left, opening it forcefully and grabbing Yutas arm. Yuta was still dizzy, lids hanging heavy and he did not find it in him to protest Megumi nor question what was happening. With quick, languid movements you escaped from Yuujis iron grip and shot him one last look, before exiting the taxi into the cold night rain. Megumi let go of a still past tipsy Yuta, who like a little animal taken from its nest, hurriedly scurried back onto his seat, closing the door.

“You good?” Megumi asked, as you stood in front of him, looking through your belongings to make sure nothing was left behind.

“Um yeah, just more than ripe for bed and kind of dreading tomorrow,” you answered jokingly, oblivious to Megumis stern eyes on you and the worry radiating off him.

“I can talk to Yuuji, you know?” your tall best friend said, as the two of you made your way around the cab towards the door of your apartment complex, he caught onto the surprise flashing in your eyes,”I’m sure he’d understand, that you’re not-”, Megumi scratched the back of his head, looking for a way to voice his concern, but you brought a hand to his shoulder, giving him a light squeeze to let him now, you were fine.

“Don’t worry about me too much, Megumi. Worry instead about these two overgrown babies,” you laughed pointing to Yuuji and Yuta snoring in the backseat of the cab.

Megumi smiled slightly, his expression showing that he was still reluctant to let you go,”come on, we’ll be soaked if we stand around any longer.”

Megumi agreed and ruffled your hair as a good-bye, before vanishing back into the car. You watched as he said something to the driver and they pulled out of the drive-way. Suddenly as you were alone there in the rain, in the cold, you felt exhaustion rattle your bones. It was making its way through you, sinking deep into your limbs and eyes, and you realized just how much you were longing for your warm and comfortable bed. At this point, you thought to yourself, I’ll leave the rest to me tomorrow.

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To your surprise the next morning almost all of your troubles seemed to vanish into thin air.

Neither did you have a hangover, nor did Yuuji seem to remember the events in the cab last night and there was no uncomfortable energy surrounding the two of you at work.

But as you made your way to the playground with a bunch of five year olds, you realized that there were two things indeed not in your favor. On the soft patch of your neck, that just yesterday a certain pink haired friend of yours had assaulted, a moderate but suspicious, purplish mark had formed. Thanks to Yuuji, you were now wearing a bandaid on the side of your neck, that maybe fooled your little charges but anyone over the age of fourteen would surely look right through that little act and the thought filled you with hot shame. Teenagers covered up hickeys, not a grown-up kindergarten teacher.

The fact that Yuuji had not commented at all on the absurdly placed bandaid told you that maybe he remembered more about last night than he let on. After all the commotion yesterday and having fallen victim to a brutal wave of exhaustion, you had totally forgot to text a certain already rather pissed Sex-on-legs.

Fuck.

And just as you expected, Choso was indeed pissed. Not only had he barely slept, since the rest of his friends had insisted on staying till three in the morning at the bar, but he had neither received an answer from you, nor a follow request on any of his social medias.

Maybe you did not use Instagram fine, it was probably in his favor - you not seeing his profile, if he was honest.

Choso was on his upteenth cigarette, as he decided to take a walk, before his shoot in the evening. He was still in black sweats and a gray tank, as he had just gotten done sweating out the drugs in his system by working out. Not only that but working out always seemed to help take his mind off things. Or of someone that seemed to haunt his thoughts lately. When Choso woke up around noon, he had almost subconsciously reached for his phone immediately checking his messages. 0.

Angrily he had grit his teeth as he rose from the bed, to take a shower. He was angry and that made him feel especially helpless, as he noticed his very apparent arousal.

That mix of anger and arousal was still lingering on him, as he made his way through the park. Choso could not think of the last time he had mimed his brain like this over someone. Something immature and prideful kept the man from just double texting you. As Choso made his way through the park currently overrun by families, dog owners and teenagers a sound made him stop dead in his tracks. Chosos ears perked up to catch the sound again, just to be completely sure.

But as he turned to the side, gaze locked onto the playground a mere couple of meters away, he had to gulp.

Hard.

It really was your laugh echoing over to him in waves. Chosos jaw clenched at the sight. There she stood, a toddler perched on her hips as another two were dragging her along by her hand.

His spine began to tingle at the sight, memories of his childhood flashed in front of him, before they turned into a vision of the future. You, just like this, with his children on your hips.

What the fuck was he thinking, he bit down on his tongue hard, to shake the thought, no

matter how enticing it felt to give in. Chosos head snapped back up as he heard your soft laugh again, eyes narrowed into slits at the sight before him. There was a man, your co-worker he presumed, perched on a bench, shouting something over at you, that as Choso now understood, was the cause of your laughter.

These coincidences of running into you were getting too much, Choso thought to himself as he tried to ignore something ugly, green and vile bubbling up in his chest. People run into each other all the time right? Calling it a stroke of luck or fate would seriously be pushing it, Choso reasoned with himself as he tried to tear his eyes away and keep walking. You were just some girl.

His head snapped back to where you were, at the sound of you laughing once again, he could feel his toes curling at the sight of you now sitting next to your co-worker and the dude getting way too close to you. Maybe he’s the one who called you yesterday, tearing you away from Choso, responsible for him not being able to feel your hand on his face a little bit longer, and now that asshole was sitting there, making you laugh, invading your personal space. A part of Choso was pleading with himself, begging for him not to care, to keep going, to stay the way he was, to not give in to the cracks currently threatening his peace of mind, to stay as he was: alone, uncaring, unfeeling.

But the way you had talked to him, looked at him, listened to him, opened up to him, had given him glimpses not only of what could be, but what once was. It was wrong to burden you with a responsibility you could not know about, to make you something you’re not.

The crazy thing is, if you had not touched him, maybe he could turn away. But after having felt your warmth on his skin, Choso knew he had to act.

“Urgh, I’m really not on top of my game today,” Yuuji groaned next to you, wrapping his fingers behind his head, eyes perched onto your little charges running around the playground. You giggled softly.

“I told you drinking on weekdays is bad,” you sneered, playfully flicking his nose. Yuuji let out an exaggerated shriek and rubbed his nose, feigning an actual injury. His ember eyes fixed yours, as he drew closer to you, one arm coming to rest on the bench.

“Where did you run off to yesterday, Yue,” Yuuji asked, all playfulness gone from his voice, and you caught his deep, dark eyes traveling down to where the bandage was sitting on your neck. Maybe if he had forgotten yesterday's events, Yuuji was suspecting someone else of having had a go at the soft spot, how ironic, you thought to yourself. Just as you were about to say something, two of Yuujis eyes suddenly shot up to where the bandaid was, and you pulled back as you realized he was about to pull it off of you.

“What happened there, Yue?”, Yuujis voice dropped an octave as he spoke,it was weird seeing him like this and it reminded you of how he had grabbed onto you yesterday. Hungry, possessive even. The situation was almost funny to you, the thought that your pink haired friend was jealous of himself. But as much as you tried keeping your thoughts light and playful, you felt anxiety rise up at what this could possibly mean. Did your best friend since preschool have feelings for you? Actual, grown up feelings?

Little did you know that your unassuming, ray of sunshine friend was boiling inside, his thoughts running at a thousand miles per hour. Yuuji remembered what happened that day, in fact he had not been as drunk as you thought he’d been. All he wanted now, looking into your eyes, scanning how your breath picked up, was to hear you say it was him. That it was him that marked you up. To feign shock and then lure out of you whether you liked him being close to you.When Yuuji was unable to find you yesterday he had grown increasingly nervous, nervous about where and with whom you were.

His tipping point had been, when Nobara drunkenly told him and Megumi about your little date. Yuuji may not have shown it, but he knew exactly who his brunette friend was talking about.

In a lust filled haze, when nothing but porn seemed to work, and he was unable to think clearly about what he was doing, he had more than once stumbled over ‘Chosos’ videos.

It’s not like he seeks out that kind of porn, but it's almost as if that dude with the black streak across his nose gets shoved in your face on every possible platform.

Yuuji wasn’t big on using porn to get off to, actually, and this is something he’d never dared to tell you about, he much prefered scrolling through an album on his camera roll called ‘Yue’. So knowing that his wonderful, lamb-like, angelic Yue had been in proximity to a monster like Choso sent his mind reeling and blood boiling.

And as if that wasn’t enough, he had seen you with him outside the bar, standing there with him, unable to reach you since the door was blocked by gossiping people. It felt like a stab to the back, as he saw you cradle that asshole's face,

Chosos mere closeness to you threatening to defile the beautiful flower Yuuji had worked so hard to protect, not daring himself to soil you with his longing. Your best friend wanted you to know what kind of person the tatted star actually was, that nothing good comes from these people and for once he wanted to have some kind of ownership over you, showing off to the world that you were his.

Yuuji almost lost control in the cab, feeling your breasts press into him, feeling how soft and tender your skin is. He almost lost control, when your scent invaded his brain. He had held back for so long, not wanting you to be corrupted, not even by himself, but still Yuuji wanted you to see him as more than just your friend, more than a boy. Yuuji desperately wanted you to understand that he was a man.

“You idiot,” your chuckling made Yuuji crash back into reality, as your hand came up and pushed against his forehead, pressing him back, away from you,” that was you, Mr. Promiscuous.”

It was obvious that you were joking. But Yuuji wanted to press you for details.

So he just said nothing, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Maybe next time don’t give your best friend a hickey, huh?” you whispered, voice low so the kids wouldn’t hear you. A mischievous grin was playing on your beautiful lips, but Yuuji had to gulp hard, as his castle in the sky threatened to come crumbling around him. Best friend, huh.

“Yo,” a stern, gloomy voice rattled both you and Yuuji, the two of you whipping around to stare at the big, looming figure standing a little to the side of the bench. Your eyebrow flew up at the mouth-watering sight of Choso, muscular arms bared to the world, long, inky strands of hair plastered to his face that were covered in a sheen of sweat.

It was unfair how you immediately felt a swirl of arousal settle deep in your tummy, while simultaneously your nerves started perking up. A dizzying concoction started brewing in your body, at the sight of his heaving chest, and inscrutable eyes fixed to your own.

If you had paid closer attention to Yuuji you could have felt him stiffen in his seat next to you, glaring at Choso who looked rather unfazed,” mind if I steal her for a second?” Choso said, making it sound rather like an order than a question.

“Actually-” Yuuji put to say, but was interrupted when you rose from your seat, shooting him an apologetic look, “ I’ll be right back, sorry, Yuu,” you assured him, the realization that you still hadn’t had the common decency to text Choso hitting you like a bus.

Yuuji had to gulp down venomous thoughts and feelings, as he continued staring daggers into Choso, who did not budge for even a second. Choso shot him an almost arrogant grin, when the two of you turned around to walk a little further away. Had this not been work, had he not been in a position where he had to stay back, to watch the children, he would’ve stormed after you, saving you from the tall, dark haired man.

One of the kids beat him to it and even though Yuuji knew the two of you probably wanted to speak in private, he did not chase after the little girl, following Yue and Choso.

“Hey!”, a little hand grabbed onto Chosos top, stopping him in his tracks, he peered at the adorable little chubby face, looking up at him with wide eyes,” are you Yues husband?” the curious little girl asked, a big smile sprawled over her tiny features, before you had a chance to order her back to where she’d come from.

Heat threatened to engulf you completely at the question, your palms felt clammy, as you stumbled over your words. You heard Choso let out a surprised laugh.

“Eriko, that’s a rude question to ask a stranger,” you lightly scolded her, crouching down to come face to face with the adorable, little girl,” he is not my husband.”, you quickly added, even though you felt yourself stumble over your words. From your position you couldn’t see Chosos soft gaze on you.

“Then are you also a kindergarten teacher?”, Eriko insisted, looking up at Choso with big eyes, she barely reached his thigh in height. Choso mumbled something as you also looked up at him.

“Actually I’m someone who teaches people how to have children in the first p-”, you smacked him, stunned at his bluntness and feeling your face grow impossibly hotter, urgh, Yuuji would scold you for letting Choso say something like that, you began stuttering, as you saw Erikos face scrunched up in confusion, thoughts rattling inside her brain, trying to understand what he had meant. It appeared to you that your hand was still resting where you had smacked Choso, near his upper thigh and you gulped hard, as you got up, fishing the little girl into your arms.

“Eriko, I promise to play with you later if you go back to your friend Yuuji now, okay?”, you pressed, voice strained, working hard on not letting the little girl catch your wonky disposition and pestering you for details. Eriko did as she was told, though an obvious pout was on her face, as she trotted back, stumbling over her big scarf.

“I guess you can tell that this is a rather bad moment for me to chat with you,” you said as you finally mustered up the courage to look at Choso.

“Are you playing hard to get?”

“Excuse me?”, you were a bit confused by his question.

“Well, you see, Yue,” Choso stated, stepping closer to you, head tilting to the side, as he was watching you with the same predatory look you’d seen in his movies before,” you didn’t hold your promise twice, so it’s either that, pretty girl, and you’re teasing me” he drew even closer, getting in your face, so you could clearly see the swirls in his iris and long, thick lashes framing his beautiful eyes,”or you’re trying to rile me up and make me really, really mad.”

You had to take a deep breath, steadying yourself, trying to pull yourself together by remembering that you’re at work,” well, It’s working Yue, you nearly got me going crazy.”

I barely know this man, you tried to reason with yourself, trying to deny that you also felt an inexplicable pull towards Choso. But this was all moving too fast, you reasoned with yourself. You were still struggling to collect your thoughts as you caught Chosos dark eyes wandering to the band-aid on your neck.

Oh fuck, you thought, closing your eyes and cursing the gods for equipping you with the bad luck of an otome game main character. This is going into the exact opposite direction that you had wanted for it to go. If this was the last straw that’d make Choso decide to leave you in the gutter, you could not blame him. After almost two years of not getting any action now you’d have to explain to a pornstar (-how’d that even happen? Thanks Nobara…) that the hickey on your neck is…platonic?

Chosos eyes widened almost unnoticeable and just for a second. You expected him to pull away from you. But to your surprise his lips turned upwards into a smile.

“Yue,” his voice sounds hoarse, dry - angry,” I think you owe me an explanation.”

“Choso, I-” your throat tightened, as panic spread through your body like a wildfire.

“When are you off work?”

✧

This?

This was not in a hundred, not in a thousand years how you had expected your Thursday evening to go. But here you were, with Choso, opening the door to your apartment. As soon as the door stood open, you turned into a ghost, the blood freezing in your veins at the sight of compromising and miscellaneous items cluttering your apartment. Not only were there varying bras (not the good, lacy kind…) draped almost artistically over your couch and floor, but your plushies were neatly lined up and waiting for you on the bed.

Chosos heavy boots dragged along the wooden floor behind you, unaware of your panicked expression. This is nightmarish, you thought to yourself, glancing at Choso who seemed rather unfazed by the whole situation. The realization crept up on you, that he was basically a stranger, someone you talked to maybe three times. Yuujis voice rang in your ears, no matter how much you tried to drown him out, how hurt he had sounded and the things he had said.

Earlier, back at the kindergarten, when you had gotten ready to leave, Yuuji had entered the employee room, closing the door behind him with a loud thud. Up to that point you had been oblivious to his anger, almost on purpose, unwilling to add his anger to the turmoil going in your life at the moment. But then, an argument erupted, unlike any other the two of you had ever had in your many years of friendship.

“What has gotten into you,Yue?,” Yuuji had muttered - venomous tone, leaving no doubt about how mad he was at you,” do you have any fucking idea what you’re getting yourself into?”

Your eyes widened at hearing him swear, expression turned sour.

“What are you on about?” you shot back, trying to make it clear, that you did not owe him anything, no explanation, and he was stepping out of line.

“You know he’s just using you for a fuck right? How gullible are you, yue? That asshole probably fucks god knows how many girls every night, and you think you’re special?” his words hit you like daggers, a blunt, uncomfortable anger eating away at you, your chest becoming tight at his words.

Yuuji was getting ahead of himself, foolishly insulting you, when all he wanted was to protect you, he winced at his own words, but the contempt bubbling inside him was stronger.

“You’re the asshole, Yuuji, listen to you!” you all but shouted at him, tears bubbling in the corners of your eyes.

“I’m just trying to protect you, Yue! He’s gonna hurt you, you think a dude like him cares whether you feel good? Do you have any idea what kind of a person he is?” Yuuji ramble on, you were desperately trying to get a word in, but Yuuji had already talked himself into a rage,” he’ll fuck you and leave, and I dont know whats worse, that you’re seriously naive enough to fall for him or what kind of person you are that you’d even consider someone like him, I-”

The sound of your hand against his cheek, filled the suddenly quiet room. Quiet was an understatement - devoid of all sound, not even the sound of your breath..

Yuuji was the one to make a sound first, something throaty, almost like croaking, then you started blinking, breathing rapidly, still not completely processing what had just happened. Yuujis cheek turned red quickly, as his palm came up to stroke the tender spot.

You tried to say something, to apologize somehow, to collect your thoughts, to-to do anything. But Yuuji beat you to it, a huff escaped his lips, and after that he was gone, with a thud of the door even louder than when he came in.

Had you not been so mad, maybe you’d cried. Or tried to call him, or anything, but the anger won, again and again, it was just too hard to grasp that someone you cared so much for, would speak to you like that, would stand in your way when finally you began to trust yourself, to break out of your shell.

After the third call from Nobara and the sixth text from Megumi, you shut off your phone.

Now you were standing in your kitchen with Choso who seemed to dwarf your counters - and you.

You couldn’t help but stare at him, it was like in a painting, where your attention is drawn to the point of contrast, and in your bright and neutral home, Choso was the point of biggest contrast, with his dark clothes, his inky strands of hair, and towering height.

But Choso had, since you knew him, become the point of contrast also in your life, turning it into a whirlwind, making you question things you had formerly been so sure about, making you rediscover a long neglected part of yourself.

If only you could forget what Yuuji had said about him, that he was cruel, that he was deceiving you, going to hurt you. Of course you wanted to trust yourself, your gut feeling, but Yuuji was right, you had seen what Choso could be like, and it did scare you.

And now you were here with him. Alone in your apartment. Goosebumps ran along your spine at the thought, fear mixing with something primal, he could have his way with you if he wanted, he could devour you, break you, and the dark longing in his eyes made you believe that he might.

“D-do you want to drink something? I have,um, water and soda”, you tried calming your nerves, trying not to make it too obvious how nervous you really were.

“Are you okay?” Choso asked, calmly, embodying the complete opposite of you.

“Yes, sorry, it’s just, uhm Yuuji”, you tried to sound neutral, but your tone betrayed you.

“Your co-worker?” Chosos eyes dragged along the band-aid still sticking to your neck.

“Hmhm, we had a fight, I’m still trying to figure out what set it off, but he-he’s unhappy about me seeing you, I guess,” it felt uncomfortable to talk about it, when it was still so fresh, Chosos head was slightly tilted to the side, as if he was encouraging you to keep going,” I guess he’s a tad over-protective”, you smiled, joking as a way to ease the tension.

“He wants to fuck you.”

Though you wanted to reply something, defend your relationship with Yuuji, the task of closing your newly opened mouth was taking up your energy. To put it simply you were baffled. Not because the sentiment was completely new to you, obviously after everything that happened the thought had crossed your mind more than enough, but - well, hearing it put into words like this was just a little overwhelming. Hearing it stated so plainly, by no one else but Choso, who somehow seemed to have brought this whole mess on in the first place.

“In fact”, Choso said lowly while closing the distance between the two of you,”I bet he was the one to give you this,” his long, thick fingers came up to your neck, cold metal of his rings sending shivers down your back, and in one swift motion the bandage came off your neck. Chosos eyes were fixed on the mark, one eyebrow slightly raised, seemingly unaware of how shallow your breath had become.

The air was filled with anticipation, something seemed to linger in his gaze, some sort of inner turmoil, and his jaw was clenched in an effort to hold back from what Choso actually wanted to do. For reasons only his subconscious knew Choso was aware how scared you were, he could smell it, taste it almost - the sweet rush of adrenaline. Every fiber in his body seemed to scream at him, to take you right now, bend you over the counter and claim you for himself, something primal in him raging and trashing at the sight of the hickey. Choso did not want to hurt you, he wanted to make you feel the sensual thrill of protection, and wanted to make you give in to him enthusiastically.

You on the other hand were shivering with an intoxicating mix of arousal and anxiety, as your thoughts started swirling violently, brewing up an concoction of insecurity and jealousy, as you imagined the beautiful women you had seen give into Choso, the images of them in the throes of pleasure, his hands on their body, his vile words, his cruel touch and just as much as it made you feel contempt it made you feel an unspeakable need to have him do these unspeakable things to you.

The air was thick, both of you feeling feverish, as Chosos hand wandered from your neck, the band-aid falling to the floor, down, grazing the lines of the acceptable and you felt this very particular feeling of anticipation that rises, when you know something erotic is about to happen, something serious. - A terrible hunger was threatening to ravish you and you weren’t sure whether it was your hunger or his.

“I'm scared,” you heard yourself admit, voice small and fragile. Chosos glossy eyes met yours and you could feel your cheeks warming up. A slight smile played on his features.

“A-and im angry, and jealous, and confused by what is happening to me, to my-my life, why I’m so timid, wh-y,” your voice cracked, as hot tears were beginning to form in your eyes, it was all too much, your nervousness, Chosos closeness to your body, his hands on your body, it made you dizzy, weak, limb in the knees.

“A-and I’m frustrated, needy-” you looked up at him, a small pout on your lips, tears streaming down your gleaming cheeks, lashes heavy with wetness and Choso could feel his dick stirring in his pants at the sight, how absolutely beautiful you were.

“My poor girl,” he whispered calmingly, pressing himself into you, your back hitting the counter, as his other hand found its way to your hip, squeezing slightly, calming you.

Choso drew even closer, lips grazing your ear, his breath hot on the shell and his smell began to invaded your brain, it was impossible to draw back from him now, and why? Why would you? All logic aside, you craved this enigma of a man, this half-stranger looming over you, tainting you, consuming you. The sudden realization of your need burned through you at lighting speed and it was as if Choso could feel this, his hand dragging along your leg, fingers pressing into the flesh, his other hand cupping your cheek, making you look up at him.

“Yue,” he whispered out of breath,” do you want me to help you relax, baby?” Chosos voice was so sweet, so loving, so unlike the one you’d heard in his videos. He was watching you through half lidded eyes, and the hardness you could feel pressed against your leg, told you that this was getting to him, just as much as it was getting to you.

“Let me help you, Yue,” Choso pleaded, ”please, let me, I couldn’t take it if you didn’t.” You knew what he was talking about, you could feel in your flesh what was about to happen.

“Are you gonna hurt me?” your voice left you almost inaudible.

“Only if you want me too.”

The moment Choso snapped was almost supernatural. It made you realise just how farmished you were, how much you were craving him, craving sensuality, craving for him to fuck you. But it also made you feel powerful, feeling how much he wanted you, this beautiful man that could have anyone, was starving for your touch, your attention.

You looked up at him, through half lidded eyes, recognizing the look in his eyes, it was the one you’d seen in his videos, this predatory look he gave the girls before wrecking them and somehow it made you wince. As Chosos hand came up, behind your neck, pulling you towards him, you realized how much you craved for this to be fulfilling to YOU - so long had you denied yourself any pleasure and know you were hellbent on not having this be just another, meaningless encounter for either of you.

So, you returned the favor, intertwining your fingers in his soft hair, tucking at the black strands, drawing a slight gasp from Chosos full lips, his pupils blown wide, staring at you with anticipation.

The moment his lips met yours felt like the culmination of all that pent up frustration, all your hidden desires forcing themselves into the open, your chest threatening to burst with want. Choso could barely contain himself, as he felt the soft inside of your mouth, exploring your taste with his tongue, pressing himself impossibly closer to you. It made Choso dizzy, he had forgotten how good it could feel to be close to someone. Instinctively his large hand came to wrap around your throat, to cover the hickey Yuuji had left, because Choso felt as if he would lose the last bit of self-restraint he still had if he kept being reminded of it.

Choso was torn in half, he had forgotten what it meant to be gentle but he did not want to scare you away. His nerves flared up at the sweet sound spilling from your lips, the way you moved against him and he was growing harder, needing more friction.

He drew back, looking into your eyes for a second, the sight of your pretty face, all scrunched up in pleasure, the way his rings looked pressed against your fragile neck, made him feral. Choso was just about to open his belt, when your hand stopped him.

“I-I want you to get on the ground and eat me out,” your voice sounded much more confident than he’d imagined and it sent him into a frenzy.

Choso had never - never in the last few years taken a command from anyone. The sight of drool forming between your slightly opened lips almost made him push you down into submission, but the sensation of having this sweet, innocent creature before him give him commands in such a stern voice, felt too good not to indulge a little longer. He’d just make you repay the favor later.

“My dirty girl”, Choso chuckled, pressing two of his thick fingers into your wet mouth, while still holding on to your neck. The sounds were obscene as he swirled them around, pressing down on your tongue, and it aroused you beyond belief,”I thought you’re just so innocent, baby.”

A lustful wetness had already started soiling your underwear, a damp spot consuming the soft lace between your legs, threatening to spill over, to drip down your thighs and it embarrassed you that the smell filled the space between you and Choso. Your face grew hotter from a slight lack of air and the embarrassment you felt.

The world seemed to tighten around you, as Choso pushed you down onto the counter and fell to his Knees. The sight was so unbearably erotic, him looking up at you, through the dark strands of hair framing his face, his chest heaving, sweat forming at his temples, and his two thick fingers coated in your slick that he was slowly dragging up the inside of your thigh. A low chuckle escaped his dry throat.

“Looks like I don’t even need all this, huh?”, your legs started trembling and it took all he had for Choso not to dive in, to make you moan his name, to litter your body in his marks, shameful fantasies clinging to him of filling you up with his cum and sending you to Yuuji with it all dripping down your thighs.

The sight of your thighs coated in slick, the smell of your arousal made his own heavy with want and once again he felt like a dog on a much too short leash, it was infuriating.

“Tell me what you want, my pretty girl,” Choso whispered against your legs, licking a long stripe up towards your impatient center. He delighted in the way your hips bucked up to meet him.

“You, Choso, you - plea-please,” this time our voice came out strained, burdened by your heavy breathing and the fact that you could not think anymore, no matter how hard you tried. You wanted to tame this man, to make him cater to you, to prove to yourself and everyone else that he was not a monster, that he would not hurt you. Well, hurt you only in the most perverted, delightful sense of the word.

“You want me to corrupt you baby? To fuck you? Aren’t you scared you won't be able to handle it?” he was teasing, but it made you angry, it was almost like Choso enjoyed your nervousness, your fear, like it was spurring him on.

You propped yourself up on the counter, using your elbows, and before you knew what you were doing you grabbed onto his hair, and yanked him towards you.

“Choso, you talk too much…’’, Chosos eyes widened again at your sudden sternness, just as he thought he had won the upperhand, but now again, you had him in checkmate with your aggressiveness. It was almost like getting a taste of his own medicine. Chosos grip on your thighs became bruising, the anger radiating off him, but to your surprise - he complied.

The moment his tongue hit the soft flesh of your pussy, you let out a shrill scream, taken aback by the pleasure his skilled tongue inflicted on you. Any doubts whether this was the right idea or not, were washed away when he started circling his tongue over your clit, lapping at it and flicking ifrom side to side over the swollen bud. You could barely believe how fast he could move his tongue, and it seemed to get faster the louder your mewls became, holding onto him desperately, your toes curling. Choso laughed at the sight of you writhing in pleasure, at how dry your voice had become.

“My dirty girl, I haven’t even really started yet,” the low vibrato of his voice made you clench around air, you were almost scared of him adding any more sensation, as you already felt your climax nearing, it had been so long since anybody made you feel good, and now you were about to tip over the edge much too easily.

Then you felt an intrusion at your pussy, the cold metal of Chosos rings, grazing your flesh plump and making you arch your back at the delicious sensation.

“Look at you, Yue, where is all that talk from earlier huh? Moaning like a bitch in heat all of a sudden,” Chosos mean words made you cry out, tears forming again, but it felt too good to pull away. Again the vibrato of his condescending laugh at your center, while he continued lapping up your juices that kept spilling and spilling. Choso felt high, he was so consumed with his own lust and how it merged with yours that he started to totally drown out his surroundings only focusing on you. It was so much better than he imagined, seeing, hearing, tasting your innocent demeanor crumble in front of him, seeing you become tainted, giving yourself to him, to your pleasure. Animalistic pride surged up at the thought that he was the one doing these things to you, that you trusted him. It began being painful how hard he was and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you, make you cream all over his cock but he knew he was too big to just have his way with you unprepped. And the sight of you crying from how good he was making you feel, was too good to miss out on. He felt like a god and you were his goddess.

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he whispered more to himself, as he began working a finger into you. Choso was still working at your clit like a madman, and he could feel you tighten around his fingers, as he began moving them in and out of you.

One hand came up to pull down your top, exposing your chest to him. Choso had to draw in a sharp breath at the sight, as he slowly began toying with your nipple.

The sensation of him inside you, was otherworldly, but you perched up again, feeling yourself coming so close to your release that you wanted to tell him to slow down. And then it was too late.

As you felt Chosos fingers with the thick,metal ring pave their way into you, alongside the other one, suddenly the stretch became so good, paired with him flicking his tongue over your clit, that the tight band in your belly snapped and everything in front of you turned white. The pleasure was almost too much to take, you heard a ringing in your ear, saw the way Chosos back straightened, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening, and suddenly the momentum became so grand that you screamed out. Your orgasm ripped through you much harder and longer than usual, and you seemed to lose control over your body as every fiber of it started shaking violently.

“That’s it, baby’’,Choso had come up to wrap one arm around you, kissing you, making you taste yourself on his lips, his tongue everywhere. He held onto you tightly but gently as you came down from your high. His fingers were still inside you, moving slightly as Choso pressed his forehead to yours, smiling at you.

You felt like crying then at that moment. It felt so tender suddenly, so precious. The way he was holding you felt incredibly familiar, you clinging to him, your breathing suddenly synchronized. It felt almost like fate, being there with him in that moment and you had to think about how some 12000 years ago, people thought of kissing as an exchange of souls.

Choso opened his eyes, looking at you and in that moment you could tell by his glossy eyes and slight smile, that he felt the same.

And you also realized how badly you need him inside you.

“I want you, Yue,” Choso said and immediately he jerked back. He just stood there for a moment - tense, panic rising up inside him, as he realized what he had almost said, what he had wanted to say in that moment. Choso shook his head, ignoring your confused expression, trying to reason with himself that it was just the heat of the moment. Choso was stiff, unsure of what to do, till you came up, leaning towards him and he felt himself ease into your arms.

His dick felt so good pressed against your core, your wetness ruining his pants. Your lips found his, his hands cupping your cheeks. A wave of sadness washed over you for a moment, you felt unsure whether this was happening like you had wanted it to, but it was impossible to focus on your doubts when Choso was so close to you, when you could feel his muscular chest press against your tits.

“Now it’s my turn, Yue.”

With those words Choso took a step back, pulling off his sweater and into view came his perfectly pale chest, his defined muscles, the dark ink of his tattoos complementing his eyes and hair. He took his pants off next and you had to swallow hard at the sight. You had seen his dick before - on screen. You knew it was huge but seeing it now, up close, about to be rammed inside of you, anxiety paved its way through your body.

“I-It is not gonna fit, Choso,” you murmured nervously, gnawing on your bottom lip. Choso did not waste any time to press you down on the counter, leaving a trail of sloppy kisses on your neck.

“Choso, I’m serious,” you urged him, weakly pressing against his much bigger and stronger body.

“Oh, I’m gonna show you how it fits, sweet girl,” he spoke through gritted teeth, his dark eyes glaring at you, strands of his black hair falling into his face,” while you’re screaming my name, little Yue.”

That made you gulp. Chosos' thick, long fingers found their way under your skirt again, pulling the fine fabric of your panties, even further down your legs till they fell to the floor. It took all the self-discipline in the world to wiggle away from under his touch. A strained sound came from the back of his throat.

“Fuck, that outfit looks too fucking good on you,” Chosos left hand came to grap your jaw and make you look directly into his beautiful eyes, swirls of dark brown and black seemed to be clouded by lust and anger.

“Lets see the rest of your body, huh, Yue?” He spoke and it sounded almost like a threat.

All protests died in your throat, as he started undressing you with slow, skilled fingers. His touch was way too intoxicating to keep fighting against him and deep down you trusted him not to hurt you. Chosos hands started roaming your body, as he continued his ministrations on your neck, lapping at it with an hungry tongue. The metal of his rings came to lay on your nipples, they immediately hardened and as Choso realized that, he made its way forward, wrapping his lips around the sensitive spot, sucking on it and moaning at the sweet sounds you were making.

Choso couldn’t decide what he wanted most. Was it to use your pretty little mouth? To watch you suck his cock, to watch you struggle taking it all? Or did he want to fuck your little hole that could barely take his fingers?

His thoughts and desires were so vile, but he couldn’t help but feel vulnerable. It felt intimate somehow. It was as if he could not remember any other women before you, any other body before the one in front of him, and never did he feel such an almost supernatural need to be with someone, to make them feel good.

The look of fear mixing with arousal in your eyes as Choso took off his underwear made him impossibly harder, and he knew he had to be inside of you now. The need had become unbearable. Choso did not want to hurt you - well, maybe a bit, but only in the best way.

“I’ll be careful, baby,” Choso whispered tenderly as he aligned himself with your entrance. You closed your eyes, laying back on the counter, but Choso grabbed onto your shoulder, dragging you closer to him, he smiled at you,”Don’t look away, Yue, I want you to see my cock breaking you open. I want you to see it’s me filling your sweet pussy”

You felt yourself becoming even wetter at his words, at the sight of his furrowed brows, as he started pressing himself into you. You winced, as you felt him opening you up, it hurt, but at the same time that well-known heaviness started building in your belly again.

“God, Yue, I wanted to see you take my cock since the first time we met,” Choso said suddenly and you could see that the predatory look had returned to him. Chosos' whole demeanor changed and everything about him became predator-like, it dawned on you that he enjoyed corrupting you, consuming you and some kind of dark desire sprouted inside of you to do the same to him. To let him take you and give yourself to him, rendering him helpless without you.

You had to hold onto his broad shoulders as he kept pushing inside of you, feeling how your walls struggled to accommodate his size, but you only grew wetter and wetter at the sight of him strained and needy. His hand found its way around your neck again, pressing lightly, and his other hand held tightly onto your ankle, spreading your legs so he could see you swallow every painful inch of his dick.

“Choso, i-it feels so good,” you cried out as he finally bottomed out. Both of you were shivering, panting and the whole kitchen counter was soiled in your juices and sweat.

“Yeah tell me again, Yue,” he demanded as he stilled to let you adjust. And you did, again and again, while he licked along your breasts, sucking your tender skin and biting down on your bottom lip.

“You’re such a little slut, letting me fuck you raw,” Choso chuckled darkly, as he suddenly pulled out of you and rammed back into you at an unmerciful pace. Your spine arched and you screamed, fingers clawing into his back at the brutal intrusion,” If only your little, pink haired friend could see you like this.”

Choso laughed darkly and you wanted to tell him to stop, but the air was knocked from your lungs, as he suddenly set a brutal pace, ramming inside of your tight pussy again and again like an animal in heat. Your brain was reduced to a string of lewd noises and pleads for him to slow down, but Choso was relishing in seeing you come undone on his dick.

He couldn’t stop himself, your pussy sucking him in again and again and he enjoyed seeing your body shake from his violent thrusts, your jiggling flesh, the drool pouring from your mouth, voice coarse as he pressed down on your neck harder.

Choso wanted to ruin you so badly, ruin you forever, so you could never be with another man without thinking about him.

No, scratch that, he never wanted you to be with another man at all. His brain was going haywire, as he imagined flipping you over and degrading you even further, to claim you and fuck you into submission. But he also wanted you to be stern with him again.

“You look so beautiful, sweet girl,” Choso cooed at you gently, the contrast between his sweet, tender voice and his bruising thrusts so stark that it made you dizzy,” my little slut,” he murmured while sweetly stroking your face with the hand that was around your neck.

“ ‘m gonna cum, Cho, gonna cum on your cock,” you whined loudly and he kissed you.

“Yeah baby? Gonna cum for me?”, he asked proudly, the hand from your ankle coming to rub your clit in slow, sloppy circles, your juices spilling all over his hand.

Suddenly a familiar sound startled Choso and his pace slowed down. As the sound of his skin slapping against yours became quieter the tone grew louder filling the room. Both of you looked around in confusion, your brain was still slowed down and anger grew in your chest as your growing orgasm died down in your belly. Not far from you, on the counter your bag sat and the tone came from inside of it - your phone.

Choso grit his teeth, he clenched his jaw in annoyance at the intrusion, so he just turned back towards you and continued his administrations on your clit. But you grew nervous - you had ignored your friends the whole day, nobody knew what you were doing besides Yuuji and you were scared they’d may drop by to check on you, so you pressed Choso away from you slightly, chewing your lip nervously while shooting him an apologetic glance.

Choso grabbed both your hands in one of his much larger ones.

“Don’t answer it!”, he spat through gritted teeth, seemingly seething with rage.

“I-I’m sorry, I just don’t want them to worry and come by,” reluctantly Choso let you reach for the phone, pulling out of you. He felt bitter, abject almost that you were making him wait. Choso studied you intensely as you pulled your phone towards you, jumping down the counter onto wiggly feet. Choso tried to calm himself down, tried not to snap at you, but he was frustrated beyond relief.

His eyes fixated on the hickey on your neck once more, and he felt the primal anger inside of him surge up again. All of Chosos restraint flew out the window as he saw the caller ID.

Yuuji.

The moment he saw you accept the call he saw red. Never in his life had Choso felt rage this deep and seething. His body felt light, like all his weight was suddenly centered in his chest, where he felt venom bubbling. This must be some kind of foul joke, after what just happened you’d just go and talk to that guy? Choso had tried to be nice. Tried to be gentle. Enjoyed it too, he’ll admit that, but there was a line not to be crossed with him. Choso had always been teritorial, bad at sharing and right now he was so fucking horny and angry that he did not care how toxic or hypocritical he was. Choso had enough of this, of you leading him on like this.

Big Mistake.

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Noted : Most of my arts are yandere but if it is not, I will mark that down as a ~not yandere just in case you wanna see yandere work only

Black Clover

Julius Novachrono

Julius became a child so he took his opportunity (x oc) (First ever post💖)

Found something (x oc)

Ensemble stars

HBD, Alex!

Trying on shark onesie with Arashi ~not Yandere

Genshin Impact

Alhaitham

Don’t leave me

Childe

If Childe is yandere

Modern AU

Prequels Modern AU

Zombie au (human ver)

Regency era AU

You tell your best friend that someone likes you

Lyney

Beware of magician

Nuvillette

Sketch

Beware of your actions

Sketch2

Siren! Neuvillette

Zhongli

Morax ~not Yandere

House of the dragon

Aemond Targaryen

Nose-bleeding ~not Yandere

Mazili’s Masterlist [coloured manhwa]

Honkai Star rail

Aventurine

Are you satisfied?

Dan Heng/ Imbibitor Lunae

He happened to visit you while you’re sleeping

Jujutsu kaisen

Choso

Look at me

Fushiguro Toji

My daddy’s got a gun

Where do you think you’re going?

Toji ~not Yandere

Fushiguro Megumi

Brotherzone (x oc)

Gojo Satoru

Neko!Gojo (x oc)

Doodle Neko!Gojo

Gojo doesn’t like when someone looking what belong to his (x oc)

Sleep time (x oc)

Sequel of sleep time NSFW

What if Gojo became a child (x oc)

Love: the most twisted curse <manga spoiler alert JJK236>

Be quiet, my love is sleeping

Itadori Yuji

Mirror

Mahito

Kiss (x oc)

Nanami Kento

Naughty kid

Okkotsu Yuta

Do you love me

Toge Inumaki

Open your legs, widely NSFW

Love me, Love me

Rice ball

Zenin Naoya

Please don’t go (x oc)

Sukuna

The Shibuya Incident (x oc) <manga spoiler alert>

Kimetsu no Yaiba

Kyojuro Rengoku

What if someone confess love to his darling…?

Marvel

Soon

My hero academia

Todoroki Shoto

Perfect boyfriend

Resident evil

Albert Wesker

Headcanons

Carlos Oliveira

Obsession

Chris Redfield

Chris wants your attention

Ethan Winters

Headcanons

Leon S. Kennedy

What would he be as a yandere in re2

What would he be as a yandere in re4

Puppy in both re2 and re4

Leon’s waiting his darling in front of bathroom

If reader bites him?

Phone > puppy Leon?

Reader asks him to be something inappropriate NSFW

Reader hugs Leon ~pure fluffy:)

Dog collar

Only me you can fiddle with

Pat me more

Leon wearing flower crown

Would he use emotional manipulation to SO that is insecure ?

Leon as a Firebender

Plagas! Leon

Yandere! Leon trapped inside his body while Yandere! Plagas! Leon took a control

Final mutation of Plagas! Leon NSFW

Plagas! King! Leon

PICK ME. CHOOSE ME. LOVE ME.

Plagas! Leon 2

Plagas! Leon finds you

Why won’t you look at me, only me (re2)

POV: you find out about Leon’s shrine (re2)

The best hug in the world is you (re2) ~pure fluffy:)

Assassin’s Creed AU

He likes being bitten?

Leon looks like this cute tiger

If he was a snack? (Plagas! Leon)

We are going to live forever (Plagas! Leon)

Who’s a good boy? (Re2)

You’re not gonna leave me, are you?

Stalker! Leon x Idol! Reader

Spider-Man (animated movie)

Miguel O’Hara

Idkwhattitleshouldbe

He tried to act cool

Miguel with fangs

Jealousy (x Yandere! Hobie) Pt.1

Boundary (x Yandere! Hobie) Pt.2

Competition (x Yandere! Hobie) Pt.3

Why did you runaway?

Stranger Things

001/Henry/Peter/Vecna

Good luck ~not Yandere

Eddie Munson

Yandere HCs

Tokyo Revengers

Manjiro Sano

Smile more (x oc)

Kazutora Hanemiya

Cry baby!

[gorepity]

Choso needs to hurry up and be animated

(I’m not sure who the artist is for the fanart I found it on Pinterest)

Warnings: Breeding kink, Cumplay, Mating press 18+

JUJUTSU KAISEN SMUT/CHOSO unedited, sorry for typos

Word count: 1401

"Finally we're home" you took of your shoes, dropping your things on the ground

Choso remained silent closing the front door behind him, making sure its locked

You were invited to your co workers baby shower, which was a surprise for you hence you weren't that close to her but you accepted the invitation. And just out of curiosity you asked if Choso would like to attend with you, which he hesitatingly agreed

For some reason the mixture of you and babies hasn't really crossed his mind till today. Seeing you in awe as you gushed over your co workers pregnant belly and all the little kids that were coming up to you complimenting on how pretty you were and also seeing your face light up at the sight of the baby decorations made an unexpected urge to make you have his babies light up inside him

The thought of him seeing you with a pregnant belly, and being able to suck milk out your lactating nipples made him happy and very horny. The car ride back home Choso was quiet, him thinking about breeding you, the anticipation was killing him as you couldn't wait till you guys got home so he can fuck you over & over again

"I'm so tired" Yawning as you plopped yourself on the couch

Choso took off his shoes placing them on the shoe rack along with yours, and walked over to the closet to hang up his jacket

"Who knew a baby shower would be so much fun, ugh I loved it so much...how about you baby, did you have fun?"

Yes Baby of course I did, but the only I can think about is giving you your own baby

You furrowed your eyebrows, cocking your head to the side "Choso you okay? You've been silent ever since we left"

Fuck this I can't take it anymore

Choso walks up to the couch where you were laying on and climbed himself on top of you, in between your legs

"Y/n" his voice coming out needy & desperate. "I need you"

You cup his face with both of your hands, looking into his eyes with innocence "need me for what Choso?"

He grabs both of your hands of his face with one hand, aggressively pinning them above your head, pressing himself more on you. His actions were surprising which caused you to let out a little shriek

He comes down close to your face, you can feel his breath against your lips and the lust & hunger in his eyes. "I need you to have my babies"

With widen eyes your lips separate apart, unable to respond back to his crazy request. He takes that as an opportunity to press his lips against your, automatically shoving his tongue inside to explore yours

The thought of starting a family with Choso did cross your mind but you didn't think he would actually be down for the challenge

He takes his other hand to take the time to rip the buttons off your blouse, your bra peeking through as he unhooks it from the front. Your breasts are all out exposed just for him to play with.

"I need you to get pregnant y/n" he growls "fuck I can't take it anymore"

In one swift motion he pulls away from your mouth instantly attacking your nipples with his tongue, licking your left one & pinching the other one with his free hand, all this y'all he still had your hands pinned above your head

The stimulation of all this was building up in your core, your pussy desperately aching for attention.

"Choso please" you squirm around, your head looking up at the ceiling

"What is it sweetheart" he continues attacking your breast

You blink a few times trying to process what you're about to say "Please breed me, I want to have your babies"

He stops, his head slowly raising up with the biggest smile on his face "You mean it, your not lying to me right?"

"I'm not Choso I promise"

"Choso that feels so good" you moan as his middle finger pumps deep inside your cunt, and his thumb massaging your clit

Your hips grind with the pace that his going to add more pleasure

"It's gonna feel better soon" he breathes down your neck leaving wet kisses

His fingers more faster inside you causing you to squeal shutting your legs together, which was no help because Choso just forcefully open them wider, rubbing your clit more faster

Your body jerks as you begin squirting all over his hand. Eyes shut and legs shaky as he continues, riding out your orgasm with his long finger

He takes his finger out, immediately licking your cum of it

"Good girl" he growls in your ear "Are you ready to get knocked up?"

You shakily nod and he unzips his pants. You watched as he takes his cock in his hand and rubs his tip against your entrance, his precum mixing with your juices

Choso hummed a little tone, slowly pushing himself inside you, your walls expanding at his girth

"Are you okay sweetheart?" looking at your facial expression, making sure you're okay

You nod wrapping your arms around his neck

Without wasting time he slams himself against your cervix, your walls pulsing at every thrust he took, hungry for more

"Shit you feel so good already y/n"

He pulls out then dramatically slams back inside, creating a tempo for the both of you to enjoy. You could already feel your walls tighten up, causing him to slow down his pace

"Shit- baby please- fuck" his breath becomes shaky

He lets out a aggressive growls, pulling out of you and putting you in a new position

"I'm gonna fuck you in this mating press, to make sure you get pregnant" he pushes your legs far back to your head, you feel like they could snap off

He squats over you body repositioning himself back at your entrance. He's able to fuck you deeper in this position, his slow yet hard thrusts hitting the back of everything

"Choso-"

He cuts you off by pressing his lips back against yours, roughly this time

He pulls out halfway & slams back inside you so slow yet hard causing you to moan each time into his mouth.

"You're so beautiful y/n, you're gonna be the best mom ever, you wanna be a good mom right? You wanna have my babies?" He speeds the pace up feeling himself on the verge of cumming already

The only sounds coming from the apartment are the moans & grunts from your guy's mouth, and both your arousals mixing together as Choso makes your skins slap together

"I wanna be a good mom- Choso please"

You whine and beg as you feel his dick start twitching inside you

"Then cum for me baby - cum for me - and I'll make you a good mom" his pace getting faster than before, making your body bounce up and down

"CHOSO!" You scream as you release your cum all over his cock and he does the same shooting his seed inside your womb

"FUCK!" he grunts as he takes his last thrust inside, his dick twitching viciously in your pussy, making your walls tighten around him

The both of you lay there, breathing heavily, bodies jerking against each other

He raises his head up and kisses you on your forehead "that was crazy"

You nod unable to speak at the moment, your blood still rushing through your body

Choso pulls out of you, watching as the his cum oozes out of your hole and into the couch

His face looks disappointed

"Baby what's wrong?" You ask still trying to tame yourself

He doesn't say anything. He just quickly picks you up causing you to scream, your legs and arms wrap around him

"Choso-" you were cut off by him slamming himself back into without any warning

You body bounces up and down as you raise your head to the ceiling

Too much-stimulation

He finally speaks "I'm sorry sweetheart, but I gotta make sure u get you pregnant"

He kisses your shoulder "I'm gonna fill you up till I'm shooting blanks"

[seriously-really-soft]

“When your dad makes you cry because he’s a dishonest, two faced piece of poop you would forgive so easily if only he cared enough to see how deeply he has been hurting you but he’s not going to and he’ll probably never change and will continue to put you through increasingly emotionally/physically devastating and insecure situations”

Warnings: abuse, abusive family situation, trauma tw, emotional and physical abuse mention, mentions of sorrow and grief

Nanami and Choso

Sukuna

It’s not the first time he’s caught you crying over this, and it never hurts any less each time he gets to witness how the grief and sorrow wash over your being. Sometimes it’s in the shower, when you’ve been sad and strong for far too long and can’t hold yourself up anymore, when you’ve been alone for so long you don’t realize your sobs and choked breath can be heard from outside, and maybe sometimes in the back of your head you do know but trying to quieten yourself only leads you curling more towards yourself on the floor. He does hear it, and it pierces into his very being - the deep misery and hurt, the resentment and love you don’t quite know where to place anymore - he can feel it. He hates it when anyone so much as speaks to you meanly, and he hates it even more that somebody who was supposed to love you and keep you safe, somebody you still try so hard to see the good in and for whom you still hold such softness, hurt you so bad.

He’s unbelievably gentle with you, holds you with such tenderness and takes the time to show your person so much love. He’ll detangle your hair for you and leave kisses all over your hands, back, face, and forehead. When he holds you he makes sure you’re warm and cozy wrapped in a soft, freshly washed blanket, tucked into his four arms. Sukuna makes it a point to show you that he loves you unconditionally, that someone that loves you will touch you and show you affection without ever bringing pain to you.

If you still live with your sperm donor, he will find a way to get you out of that situation. It pisses him off to no end that you, who deserves so much and who he loves with his whole being, are subjected to such fear and anguish on a daily basis.

If you don’t live with the sperm donor anymore, he understands that you’re grieving (plus he still hates your dad and knows how validating that can be to hear so he’s got no qualms about letting you know that). He will be there every step of the way to help you heal, even if he doesn’t understand certain things about being human like how you can spend years grieving and crying your heart out over someone that hurt you so severely and still miss them and even cherish what good memories you do have with them.

Toji

This man loves you so much, no matter how much I try to really capture it and put it into words, it would never be enough to encompass the true extent of his love for you. He sees you breaking down and crying over and over because of that piece of shit and there’s just so much he wishes he could do in that instant. He wishes he could somehow go back in time and protect you from all that emotional and/or physical violence, all that grief. He wishes you weren’t left to bear all of this hurting on your own, especially when you were the most vulnerable - as a child. He’ll hold you and kiss you and reassure you that you aren't alone anymore, that you’re so warm and deserving of love, that you deserved protection as a child.

And if you say sorry for not being able to be happy? For not being able to stay so positive or “strong” all the time? Somewhere in his chest he can feel his heart break at the thought of just how long you've been running on survival mode, that even now you're thinking about looking after his emotional needs even though you're the one that’s hurting because the support and adults in your life were just that shitty. You’re the strongest, most wonderful person he knows and to even think that someone put you through so much/is putting you through so much is devastating to him. He knows you get angry and hurt, that there’s so much resentment piling up as you realize more and more things that were done to you out of abuse. He knows that you’ve had to learn to cry silently, like an animal left to bleed and die on the forest floor, just so the abuse wouldn’t escalate. Toji knows there’s so much you blame yourself for even though you're not the problem. He knows and he loves you for all that you are, not despite it.

Comforts you like a king, if he hears even a peep of you blaming yourself or doubting yourself, he’s there to remind you again and again that you never deserved to be treated that way, that you wouldn’t be hurting this way if it was all nothing. He does a fantastic job validating you and part of it is because he can see you hurting over this, he sees how it affects you and at no point does it overshadow your warmth and kindness, all the good that you are. He sees you in all of your glory and he falls even more in love with you everyday for exactly who you are.

a/n: writing this gave me incredible comfort and i hope to look back at this when i am going through this again. I know it’s a tough topic, but im wishing you all the best and i hope we can all heal from these kinds of things. I’m thinking of creating more posts like this, ones that are strangely so specific. I haven’t been able to write for a while, and part of it was because this has been such a big part of my life right now and it’s made me feel conflicted about a lot of things. But this, finally accepting that this is where my mind is at the moment, has really let me write again and it feels good to be true to myself.