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BOOM SHAKALAKA

I fear i am no longer capable of being normal about this
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WHAT?????????? HELLO???? WHERES THE RESPECT?!
Why resist me now? You made your choice when you stepped inside...
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I am NOT OKAY after watching LADS Tomorrowâs Catch-22 trailer.
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Absolute MASTERPIECE

â©ćœĄ choso never thought in a million years he'd be a top 0.01% OF creator, but hey here we are.
nsfw + masterbation + camboy choso + dirty talk + theoretical pussy eating.
choso was only half serious when he started his onlyfans.
he would cooonstantly get compliments on his bodyâhis broad shoulders and lats. his thick, heavy biceps, that damn near bulged out of his sleeves. his chest and abs that were begging to be touched ⊠plus he was hung, so he figured, shit, why not?
surprisingly, he blew up. his claim to fame being his mouth. he looovvedd dirty talk and so did his thousands of very loyal subscribersâ
âfuuuckk, bet you wish it was you bouncinâ on my fat fuckin' dick âstead of this toyâ choso grunts out, slooowly rolling his hips into his tight little fleshlight. his hair is undone and messy, pretty strands of jet black falling in wild, strands on his shoulders.
the tattoos that littered his arm dance as he pumps himself uppp and down and through the clear rubber, you could see his cockâchubby tip flushed a pretty pink as the little humps and ridges ran over him massaging and milking him dry.
there's a thin layer of sweat that clings to his chest. it traces the ridges of his abs as they lowly glisten under his dim room light, stomach sticky and warm with his cum.
âprobably fucking yourself dumb wishin' it was me.â the chat moves a mile a minute, messages flooding in so fast theyâre almost a blur, âoooohhh yeah, my dirty little slut gripping me so tiiighhtt,â thousands and thousands of viewers begging him to come and fuck them.
you weren't any different.
his lips curl into a sinful smirk, before he loudly groans, âgo ahead and play with that preeetty pussy for me, let me see itâ squelching sounds echoing from the little toy. with every flick of his wrist his tip pokes and bulges out of the rubber because he's just so big. needs a real pussy to stuff full.
you watch with eager eyes, your fingers cramping up as you rub against your needy clit, but fuck it's not enough. you wish he was there to touch you. you wish you could replace that dumb toy and let him use you. you turn over and drag open your nightstand table before pulling out your vibrator.
a subtle bzzzzz fills your room as you push the little on button before pressing it against your pretty clit, a moan falling from your lips.
"yeahhh, play with that pussy for me, juuust like that" choso pulls his heavy cock out of the fleshlight with a pop. clear strings pull at his tip and he's slapping himself against toy, "get it niiice 'n wet for me, fuckk yes baby"
your eyes roll back, your hips bucking up as you shake and twitch against your sheets. and you're soo fucking wet, dripping all over making a mess of your bed. all for him.
you like to pretend heâs there with you. like itâs him flicking his wet tongue against your clit, spitting and slobbering all over your pussy. or like heâs actually in your ear whispering his dirty nothings.
"auughh fuuck im so c-closeâ he groans to hide his little whimpers, his heavy balls twitching as he slides back in, pumping into the toy. Â
and so are you. your pretty walls clentch around nothing just begging to be filled by his fat cock. your tummy grows warmer and warmer, hips rolling against your vibrator. Â
his pumps grow sloppy, erratic and hes looudd. quickly repositioning himself in front of the camera, before pulling out of the toy to jerk himself off, shooting his warm cum onto the lensâ thick strips of white blurring it till itâs all ruined, dripping wet
at the same time, your eyes squeeze shutâ your back arching against the mattress, knees knocking together as the vibrations carry over and fuck you through your high.
it takes you a second to catch your breath then your eyes flutter open to your screen.
only chosoâs chest is visible in the camera. he's out of breath, panting and hissing through clenched teeth as he whispers, "come clean this fuckin' mess up"
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*CRUNCH*
Gojo WIP
brklyn_bliss on x
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Ate this up for breakfast, lunch and dinner
đđ Caleb tries hard to hold back from pounding you deep into the mattress, smirking with furrowed brows as he lazily holds your hips while attentively watching you ride him. He loves the way his colonel cap slides down your head as you keep moving up and down his cock, clenching as you grind for further friction. He holds back a moan, and squints as the tip of his erection slips out and slaps between your butt cheeks. His hand travels down to your ass and he squeezes it in an attempt to appease his overwhelming thirst before giving it a light pat.
âMore than a punishment, this feels like quite the reward, pipsqueak. Ughââ
You canât think clearly, and ignore him breaking the rules as he pushes himself up on his elbows to take one of your breast between his lips. He sucks, inducing a moan to escape your dry throat. You can feel him smiling as he laps at your nipple.
And then his hips snap upâ the head of his cock perfectly reaching your sweet spot. You start seeing stars as your climax finally reaches you. Caleb groans, and buries his face between your tits. He licks, and nibbles while moaningâ body trembling and tense as he comes deep inside of you. Youâre both sticky with sweat but stay just like that; basking in the afterglow pleasure and in each otherâs warmth.
âI guess I should disappear more often, pipsqueak,â he chuckles before giving you a light, heartwarming kiss. âIf this is what I get, I gladly accept it.â
His meaningful smile sends sparks running your body again⊠And his hand finds its way into your wet core, ready for whenever you give him the signal.
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90 MPH HIGHWAY, HANDS OFF THE WHEEL, PANTS OFF
Madam Kamo - C.K.
Synopsis. BrĂ©eding kĂnk? Going feraI? What the hell is that? Maybe your sweet clan leader husband knows the answerâŠ
Pairing. Choso Kamo x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, clan leader! Choso, arranged marriage, mentions of heirs, heâs a little Ănsane, elders are awful, MARATHONS, he goes FĂRAL, BRĂEDING, creampĂes, a lot of cĂșmplay, semi-public, dĂłm Choso, oraI (fem rec), cervĂx kĂssing, making it fit, bulges, cĂșmflations, matĂng presses, dĂșmbification, overstĂm, making him CRY, p talking, spĂtting, HEADLOCKS, slight 5 + 1 things, pet names, swĂ©aring.
Word count. 9.3k
A/N. CLAN LEADER CHOSO CLAN LEADER CHOSO

Choso Kamo - firstborn son of the ancient Kamo clan, more of a myth than a man.
Those who attended the sprawling Kamo Estate never dared utter a word about him; and those who didnât, well, he was all that they could talk about.
He left no evidence, he left no remorse.Â
Only rumors of a silent, stoic leader who could slaughter four entirely different clans before he let even a singular whisper of it spread amongst the masses. Ones of pretty mahogany eyes, and a silver bow and arrows that hit the target of your very soul - so fluid it was as if heâd forged the weapon with his own blood.Â
And then there were the other rumors - more gossip than anything, really. Spread throughout every nook and cranny of stuffy social functions about how the deadly Kamo clan leader had another, secretive side. A softer side.
But, of course, rumors were rumors. Choso Kamo was simply an enigma.
AndâŠyour new husband.
âZoning out, hm?â A hot gust of breath sends shivers sprinting down your spine, and in an instant youâre snapping your eyes to latch onto deep, hazel ones. Chosoâs. The edge of his plump lips curl slightly upwards, âMy apologies, this wedding reception is quite droning, isnât it?â
Hastily breathing, âN-no! Of course not, IâŠâ Youâre wincing when yet another wizened elder saunters up to the raised platform of your table. Probably the hundredth of the night. â-yeah, maybe a bit.â
Choso stifles out a rumbling bout of chuckles as he catches your gaze, so close now that his pearly white teeth almost nick your sensitive earlobe. âLet me take care of this, my wife.â
And when Choso shifts over to nod curtly at your oncoming guest, you couldnât help but appreciate how beautiful he is. All tall, towering lines of lean muscle, his silken black yukata wafting of heady cologne, and delicate features that made him have almost as many admirers as he did foes.Â
Or, at least, delicate features that were currently twisted into something hardened. Something exactly like clan leader Kamo of all the stories.Â
Heâs tilting his head up, long lashes narrowed, âElder Tanaka, a pleasure.â
âNo no! The pleasureâs all mine.â The older man slurs drunkenly, and despite the way his words were just dripping with saccharine sweet politeness, years of suffering through these exact interactions had made it easy for you to spot faux niceties. Like right now. âOr should I say- the new madamâs. You must be glad to marry into a clan as esteemed as the Kamoâs.â
The plastic smile that smears all over your face is painful, and youâre biting your tongue before it betrays you. âYes, of c-â
âMy apologies for cutting in, madam.â Youâre startling - but you donât know whether itâs because of the softened fingerpads that intertwine around yours, or the utter fire curdling in Chosoâs eyes. âBut I must say, I am the lucky one here.â
Oh.
Elder Tanaka is more impressive than you thought - his mask of respect barely even cracks, other than the jerky twitch of one eye. Honestly, you donât think heâs ever heard Choso speak this much ever before. Quickly gathering his bearings, âAh- ah, of course, master Kamo! Correct as always!â
Fuck- you canât hold back the way you roll your eyes, only remembering yourself when Chosoâs engulfing hands loosen from your own to give your thigh a warm squeeze.Â
âYou have wedded quite the catch, of course of course.â Your unwelcome company finally, finally looks at you properly. A sneer coating his slow blinking, âI-I simply meant that considering the masterâs incredible power, wealth, and options, what she brings to the table-â
â-is herself.â Choso finishes off monotonically. âAnd thatâs all I need.â
Chosoâs words were husky, his grip on you tight. And you wonder if he even realized just how hard he was clutching onto your heated skin - mountains of his palm dragging a smooth up nâ down your clothed leg.
You knew he was well-hidden underneath the lacy tablecloth, you knew that not a single elder, family member, or friend bustling about your wedding reception could see that particular touch over the dim yolky lighting.Â
But something about it just made you feel hot.Â
It takes you a few fuzzy seconds to realize that Elder Tanaka was still speaking - in fact, heâd even summoned over a few more members of the council to encircle your decadent table. All the more voices speaking at you rather than to you.
â-thatâs what I was saying-â Youâre catching croaked-out snatches of conversation, warily eyeing the way the men clap each other supportively on their backs.â-itâs about the right time donât you think?â
Another one nods, âJin has been waiting for so long, after all-â
â-yes yes, to have an heir-â
Oh.
Thatâs what had Chosoâs high cheekbones currently dusted with a faintly blossoming rose pink. Thatâs what had his thickened digits dipping past your luxurious evening yukata to rover between your thighs higher, and higher- like he didnât even realize what he was doing.Â
Like he was yearning for it.
âThe Kamo clan shall have an heir.â Youâre interrupting their ramblings, the mere sound of your voice enough to make Chosoâs fingertips twitch. Smooth skin prickling with heaps of goosebumps already when you lock eyes right with his. âAs soon as my husband is ready, right?â
And Choso Kamo was brought up with the most rigorous of training, raised to never show even the barest flicker of emotion - especially one where heâs caught off guard.
But right now he knows that he looks as stunned as he feels.
Coral pink maw falling into a soft oh! dark whirlpools of his eyes glinting with something so utterly raw. The trembling tips of his fingers lurch up just the barest inch to drag a lazy line down your pussymound.Â
Heâs instantaneously shifting his free hand up in one, fluid motion to cover the feverishly flushed half of his face. Jaw clenching with a sharp click! of his teeth when he swipes the fat pad of his thumb down a fresh bead of your leaking slick, making such a flimsy mess of your drenched panties. Was this all for him?
Because now Chosoâs gettingâŠgreedy.
And youâre almost letting off a slight whimper when he hastily drags his scouring hand away - that is, before every and any sound dies in your throat once your husband dips his wetted thumb past his lips and sucks.Â
Subtly.Â
And his voice cracks oh-so-pathetically, âR-right.â
Eyes staring deeply into yours when he parts his doughy fingertips mere millimeters to lather it with a fat wad of saliva. Your breath hitches in your chest, frantically glancing at the babbling group of men who were, thankfully, way too absorbed in themselves to notice your littleâŠtryst.
And itâs only with all his years as a seasoned fighter that Chosoâs nuzzling his soaked digits back between your jittery thighs. In a flash.
Planting exactly three soppy smack! smack! smacks! plapped onto the perfect arch of your drooling pussy. Chosoâs raising his neat brows at just how those tremors make you squirm in your seat.
âCh-Choâso-â Youâre gasping under your breath, hips repeatedly shuffling on your cushiony chair when he licks up repeated, sultry circles- no, wait, hearts along the slippery slit of your covered cunt. Up and down. âTh-they might seeâŠâ
âShhh, donât want them to hear, baby.â Heâs leaning in to pant out a murked cloud against your ear, throat bobbing with a ravenous swallow of saliva as he then probes a few stuffy fingers under your panties. âYou seem stressedâ Let me take care of it.â
Oh, it was a promise - and the rasping growl that bled into Chosoâs tone told you that he was well and fully intent on accomplishing his little task. âSpread those pretty legs now.â
With a steady, muscular calf hooked with your own, heâs cracking your thighs evermore parted. The scorching hot press of his big, beefy forearm over your shoulders making you feel as if youâre on the verge of melting. Practically on his lap now-
âIs everything alright, masterâ?â Youâre hearing from what sounds like somewhere over in the distance, even though you already know that itâs from right in front of you.
âEverything is quite alright.â Chosoâs plush pecs vibrate with his rapid answer, and youâre finding yourself leaning your weight onto his. Huffing and puffing near the crook of his neck, âIt seems the madam is just feeling a little ahâŠtired, right now. Continue your talk, elders.â
Tired - you couldnât feel more riled up if you even tried.
âNgh- Choso-â Youâre sinking your teeth into your wobbly lower lip, hard enough to draw blood. High, carved chair singing off a slight creak! when youâre bucking your hips up to jostle his gluttonous fingers closer to where you wanted him the most. â-need you.â
Well, whatever his wife wanted - you got.Â
In simple nanoseconds, Chosoâs snugly prying away your gauzy lace. Letting the too-thin fabric snap back against your sappy cunt with a teasing little swat!
Before you can blink, heâs gracing your panties with microscopic tears at just how eager he was to give your plump, buttony clit a good, hard push. Cold golden wedding ring perking up against your most tender spots. Flexible wrists bending towards an even vulgarly deep angle to keep you from escaping-
And you think you could scream, you think you could open your mouth to make a scene - before Choso beats you to it. Purring out an oblivious, âIs everything alright, my wife? You seem a little feverish.â
All the while slipping nâ sliding his fingerpads to smear your gluey pussylips open. Mazing down, down, down in a lecherous little pace to plug up your geysering entrance snugly full with two of his fattened digits.Â
Youâre clutching helplessly onto Chosoâs thick yukata sleeve when the elders stare over at you curiously, âI-Iâm fine, Ch- my husband. Just a few post-wedding jitters.â
âAwww, thatâs alright.â Heâs cooing from above you, words sugarcoated with such gentleness - but his hands were anything but. âMâhere, mâhere.â Setting out a vicious, ceaseless pace that has his manly fingers outlining numerous circles round nâ round your tight, flooding entrance. Motioning in slight, sleazy swirls all around your elastic hole just to fit inside properly. âYour dear Chosoâs here, yâknow? And Iâll take such good care of you.â
âAh! Of course-â Ring out the replies, evidently your hurried-out shudders were not enough for your guests to lose interest. Or for Choso, either - because heâs just feeding your slobbering orifice with more fat inches upon grinding inches. â-producing an heir is a very integral part of the marriage contract. Itâs understandable to be nervous.â
Shivering, âS-sure.â
âMhmââ Chosoâs trawling his pouted mouth down your perspiration-simmered temple, â-a very integral part. But, of course, weâve got to make sure that my beloved wife is-â Quirking the very edge of his digits to clash right into the target of your g-spot. â-ready, after all.â
The clingy embrace of your warm cunt so cozy that itâs bumping Chosoâs metallic ring further and further from his hilled knuckles to dredge out a chilling, languid massage along your channel.Â
It takes everything in you to manage up a half-heartedly narrowed glare up at your chatting husband, easily conversing his way through every battering ram being placed on your pretty pussy.Â
He doesnât make a sign - he doesnât even make a noise. Nothing except for a sharp, sudden inhale once another innocent peck at your lips makes your filthy hole fountain out a fresh lather of sickly sweet juices.Â
Dripping all the way down to his wrist with thickly viscous adhesive, heâs making such a fucking mess. And a loud one, too.Â
Slurp after slurp being wrenched out with every pound of his neatly cut nails patterning out little indents onto your most favorite spots - ones that have your legs shaking underneath the humid table. Chosoâs bouncing his knee to drum out a staccato against the floor, just to cover up your cute little melody.
He has you going insane.
Youâre pushing apart your legs to dig into either side of your chair with just how desperate you were for him. For more more more.
Bumping your thigh against one of his, and the mere touch is enough to send shockwaves down Chosoâs sloped body.Â
âTrying to tease me, baby?â Heâs hovering over you even closer, darting out a hefty thud! of two fingertips- no, three - when did he even bully in another one - onto the goopy roof of your cunt.Â
âMânot-â Youâre biting out, head lolling ever-so-slightly backwards when Choso furrows his brows and pumps out copious thrusts that hit your forbidden g-spot dead on. Engulfed so deeply inside your hot core that the gentle curves of his palm smudge against your clit now. âJ-just keep- talking.â
And, truly, it wasnât just because your company was peering over the two of you expectantly - it was because Choso sounded so very hot.Â
Vibrato husky with an animalistic sort of need, tremoring ever-so-slightly-
âAgreed, I would like a few sons and daughters.â Chosoâs nodding along smoothly, although his full attention is focused on you. His wife. And the way your sweltering hot gummy walls clench around his bludgeoning fingers even tighter at the words. Faster. âMaybe three. Maybe five. Although, itâs up to the madam.â
In the corner of your eye, youâre catching them all staring at you, and you urgently force out a nod.
âCâmon now, answer them using your words like a big girl, why donât youâ?â Heâs humming, tilting your burning face up. Faster. So that you canât hide.
Lilting shrill just as unbalanced as your head was, âY-yes-â
But of course, that wasnât enough - that would never be enough. âLouder. They canât hear you over the music, baby.â
Canât do anything but claw down drawings of red, red lines all across Chosoâs milky arms when he bustles into the targets of your honeyed spots even harder. Unsteady syllables spilling out from your lip before you can even register them, âYes- yes. AsâŠmany as possible.â
âThatâs it- good girl.â
Fuck.Â
And those raked scratches make perfect artwork for him to admire - just as he was admiring you right now.Â
It was just such a shame that the others here were, too, even if they didnât know the complete and utter sin happening just underneath the table cloth. Sloppier.Â
Chosoâs kissing his teeth, broad deltoids of his shoulder positioning to hide you away from any sleazy gazes. Because they could be near, but they couldnât see. You were his.
âThen, itâs settled-â Heâs drawling, hooded eyes locked onto you. Memorizing your every minute twitch and reaction when he urges his free hand to hold onto yours on your lap. Or, at least, thatâs what it looked like to the outside. In fact, Chosoâs snugly prying apart your silken robes to roll over your throbbing clit and pinch. â-we can look forward to an heir, soon. Right, madam?â
And thatâs all it takes for you to cum.
Your head tucking into his sculptured shoulder, thighs closing with a dull clap! as your high crashes into you headfirst. You donât need to mutter a single sentence for Choso to know.
For his eyes to widen just a fraction at the way your treacly slit only got infinitely dewier, rounded gumdrops of your slick sprinkling down in a weepy sheen all over his messy hands. Mouth going parched at the realization that youâre orgasming right here, right now.Â
âO-oh? Seems my wife agrees.â Chosoâs waving those elders away now, not taking his eyes off of you for a single second. It was just too adorable how you were shaking like a leaf at his side, âWell, mâglad. So- soâŠglad.â
Motioning your hips in such salacious semi-circles to bump up his upright fingers against your every extra sweet orifice.
Your sticky walls were so staggeringly tightly wrapped around him that itâs making his forehead bead with sweat, low puffs of air escaping with every peak he fucks you through. Every peak of white-hot pleasure that he draaags out until your guests are finally - finally - walking back to their own tables.Â
âSh-shit-â youâre mewling when Choso barely hesitates - barely even takes a quick sweep around the room to check who might be looking - before parting from your sappy cunt with a resounding squelch!
Immediately popping those viscously-glazed fingerpads into his starved mouth, heâs letting his glassy eyes sprint to the back of his head. Musing out a moan, âFuck- fuck!â
You can only watch with an awed gape whilst Choso stares right into your heart-shaped pupils as he cleans himself off. One by one. Before trekking his lustrous fingers back over to your cunt, and measuring out a wide few inches - perhaps nine - from the base of your teary entrance up to your tummy.
âChosoâŠâ youâre whispering, hazy eyes blinking up at him as if through molasses. âWhaâs that for?â
And Choso only grins, stray range of knuckles thoroughly bitten underneath his gleaming canines while he measures you up.Â
As if he was holding back. Keeping himself sane. And the half-lided greed in Chosoâs eyes told you that heâd fuck you all proper right here and right now if he could. âN-nothing- just making sure of somethinâ, my wife. Making sure that you can take me.â
Oh.Â
This was far from over. You were fucked.Â
And you were completely and utterly sure of it even if the topic of anâŠheir didnât come up for the next few days after that.Â
Not that you didnât think about it, though - it was hard not to, when your fatally notorious husband showed such a tender side of himself with his younger brothers.Â
With you.
And soon enough even through all the bustling meetings and duties of a madam, youâre still figuring out a way to tell Choso that you really werenât kidding about what you said during that wedding reception.
Sure, you were drunk on his fingers but - that wasnât just all, was it?
But youâd sorely underestimated just how busy a clan leader could get. And before you knew it, putting off the conversation for the morning after your wedding night had turned into putting it off for the weekend.Â
Then putting it off for next week. Two weeks.Â
All the way until youâre trudging along the winding corridors of the Kamo Estate during the most unholy hours of the night. Grumbling groggily to yourself about how youâd finally told him and it had ended supremely well - in a dream, that is.
Choso had been absent for almost the entire day today, attending an important land negotiation with a far-off clan, according to Jin.Â
Now, you knew just how powerful your husband was - it was impossible to escape the legends and rumors, in fact - and you trusted him. Still, you couldnât help but toss and turn the entire night away in your coldly empty bed as you wondered just how safe he would get home.
Youâd been to such veiled conferences before, after all.Â
And itâs simply pure worry that has you dragging yourself out of your king-sized bed to shuffle into the barely-lit kitchen. Stifling half-blindly in the moonlight through cabinets and coolers to find ah! Exactly what youâve been looking for.Â
Thank goodness this place was empty right now, you didnât know if you could handle it if the chef was here to lecture you about balanced diets when youâre bites deep into your sugary, shaved icing.
And itâs exactly with this thought in mind that you hear a loud thud! emanating from the far end of the hallway. Your eyes widen, ears searching for more-
Footsteps.Â
At this time? Your fingers itch towards the sparkling display of knives tucked in one corner of the granite counter. Ready to aim for that tall approaching shadow, ready to fling just as Choso had taught you when-
âBaby?â
âOhââ Your breath comes out in a heavy gust of relief, eyes unable to tear away from the shaded outline of your husband, taking up every inch of the doorway. âItâs just you, Cho.â
It was. But there was something about Choso that seemedâŠdifferent. Off.Â
But not in a bad way - your eyes rover appreciatively over the tautly flexed muscles of his upper half, peeking out almost-blasphemously where heâd shrugged the upper half of his deep purple yukata off.Â
Glinting bow and arrow stained with crimson, held in one tightly-gripped hand. Your nose wrinkles at the slight, dangerous scent of something metallic. Something not his.Â
Yet, you canât help but ogle the slow path of dewdropped sweat trailing down between the curvaceous bulge of his heaving pecs, bumping up and down over his washboard abs, before disappearing below-
Itâs like youâre being bolted with an instant flash of lightning as soon as this happens, snapping your eyes over to find Chosoâs weighty ones. And oh- the moment you do itâs like something in him melts.Â
THUD!
Youâre jumping when his weapons hit the floor - uncaring of whether this might alert anyone else in the household, uncaring of anything other than crossing the sizzling distance between the two of you in three urgent strides.Â
You donât even have the time to process it before Choso halts right before you and falls to his knees. Dark lashes fluttering up at you, he echoes, âBaby.â
Like a broken little mantra.Â
âCh-Choso- baby-â Itâs just about the only thing you can manage out through hollowed gasps when heâs immediately digging two hands on either side of your hips to easily and pliably seat you on the icy counter. Just where he wanted. â-whatâs gotten into you?â
âDunno.â Heâs garbling out, and youâre letting your boneless legs tumble further and further open to let him bury his face right at his favorite place - into your fluttering cunt. âWas jusâ thinking about you alllll day.â
And you could tell.
Because Chosoâs every movement was depraved. Jerky. His sensory fingertips trembling when they card underneath your cottony sleep garments, bringing it up to his canines to ripâ!
All with his mouth.
âFuh-fuck-â Youâre squealing at the sudden hit of cold air - followed very closely by a scorching hot breeze overtaking every inch of your cunt when Choso leans in and sniffs. Long, hard. Curdling out a feral keen at the back of his throat, â-thatâs so filthy, baby.â
âNothingâs filthy for me if sâyou, madam.â At the glint of something slobbering and sharp, you can tell that heâs grinning. âIf sâyou orâŠher.â
He was enamored with your ready core, curving a gentle thumb down the glossy edges to give your driveling hole a good trickle of spittle.Â
And Choso Kamo knew he had perfect aim - he knew he didnât have to make a mess.Â
But oh, he couldnât keep himself from tilting his head just degrees to the side to let the splatters leave dripping wet splotches down your saturated folds, your inner thighs.Â
Tongue so long, lolling out drunkenly to smear away that filthy excess. Heâs poking heated ounces again and again back into your soppy entrance. You were practically flooding torrents of sweet, sweet juices around him, already making a mess that lacquers his dimpled chin.Â
You were always so sweet - so good for him. And he can feel his ears pop already with the greedy anticipation of what he was craving to do.Â
âThink you missed me, too.â Heâs snickering, teeth sinking down onto the fleshy nub of your clit. Itâs enough to make you want to sob. âDidnât ya?â
Gyrating your hips in such hypnotizing little swivels off of the smooth counter, youâre feeling his candied breaths hit your gummy walls even deeper. Sloppier. Whimpering out, âYes- yes. Missed you so badly, Choââ
âOh yeah?â Heâs tensing up the dexterous edge of his tongue to swipe up unhurried skids of his roughened tastebuds around and around your quivering entrance. In and out. Syrupy slick leaking in heaps right as he does, Choso tilts his head back to let those gooey masses slide down his throat. âMmmâ youâre wetter than usual, baby. How badly do you want the ngh- clan leader on his knees for you, hm?â
It was true - and Choso can feel something coiling and coiling heatedly at the base of his stomach at the idea of giving you perhapsâŠa kidâŠor two to make sure youâre not so lonely anymore.Â
Ah, he was pussydrunk.Â
âSo- too badly.â You donât think youâd ever be babbling away like this if Choso wasnât making out with your needy cunt like that.Â
Youâre tangling your fingers hastily into his dark, silken locks - gripping desperately onto his sweat-dampened scalp as you use up all your strength and push. All the way until the very tip of Chosoâs button nose was meeting your pulsing clit in a harsh smooch, his chin smacking the teary ends of your cunt.
Words tremoring against the very outer ring of your puffy pussy, silvery strings of saliva nâ sap break off when Choso mutters, âWas talkinâ to her, yâknow?â
Fuck.Â
And you think you would be huffing and puffing about how he was talking with your dousingly wet cunt instead of you.Â
That is, if you werenât talking back to him from between your legs.Â
Because the only thing louder than the slack-jawed ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips with every repeated thrust of Chosoâs tongue, was the sound of your soppy squelches. âOhhh- so thatâs how your day was? Tell me moreâŠâ
So loud - so embarrassing that you can feel your heart race.
And Chosoâs was, too, but for a much more lecherous reason as his tongue clashes even harder to draw out those very same pretty noises from you. He was craning his ears closer - he was addicted.Â
âYeah- Â yeah, thaâs right.â Chosoâs groaning, eyes faltering droopily until they were almost shut at the way his husking growls only make you wetter. Well, he could help with that. Hitting your hot core with wad after weighty wad of even more sugary spit. âThaaaatâs fuckinâ right, missed how mouthy you hah- are. My talkative girl.â
âCho- ngh!â Youâre biting down on your tongue to hold back your words when Choso raises up a hand to leave a solid spank right on your bloated pussymound.Â
Heâs nodding along, head lurching intoxicatedly ever closer and closer. Wiping away a glistening streak of slick painted over his blushing cheeks - his blushing cheeks. âThatâs right- wouldâve made a- haaaah- a whole lotta b-better points than that stupid council does.â
Before pecking a lingering French kiss on your throbbing clit like a lover would.Â
And you count one, two, three- partway through four before Choso seems to remember that heâs still in the middle of his conversation with your cute cunt. Itâs rude to leave her hanging, heâs pondering.
âWell-â Stringing himself away with such a pained grunt, cerise lower lip plumping out in a pout at the mere thought of being away from you. â-better points than that stupid council d-did. They wonât be making aaaaany comments âbout you anymore, madam.â
Your leaden eyelids struggle to flitter open, âWh-what do you ngh- mean, baby?â
But the only response you get is a quick staccato of swats at your leaky slit, before Chosoâs curling in a thick thumb past your watering lips and in to your slicked entrance. Followed by the delicious drag of his lengthy tongue doubly slipping back inside.
Thrust after thrust.Â
So extensive that he was skimming across all your ridges, mapping out every sweet spot of yours on his mouth. Your adhesive walls were clinging onto him like a vice, sappy mushes making him pry apart your thighs even more through furrowed brows.Â
âJusâ- just means-â He canât even bear to speak. To break off from stretching you staggeringly open. Your legs wrap mindlessly around Chosoâs ravenous head, â-means I donât let anyone- hah- say anythinâ about my wife.âÂ
Without a second thought, your eyes find his splayed-out arrows on the floor. The way they were sullied with redâŠ
Oh.Â
But you couldnât bring yourself to do anything other than let your head jerk backwards, muffing out slight whimpers when he alternates in such sloppy measures between swirling the fattened expanse of his tongue all over every possible spot of your gummy walls and sucking on your clit like his favorite candy.
âThey wonât say- do- anythinâââ In so deep now that all you could make out were numerous wet gurgles. And the pure, unadulterated love in Chosoâs tone when he twists his thumb to graze right against your bruised and battered g-spot. Hard. âNot when I love her so much.â
Heâs gonna raise your kids to love you just as damn much.
And when you cum, you think you might be sobbing - youâre shaking.Â
Flurries of stars bursting behind your eyes as you dig your fingers through your husbandâs perspired strands. Keening out, âFuck- mâcumming- mâcummingââ
âI know I know.â He smirks hotly against your puffy pussy lips, so close that you could feel the cratered dimple of his grin. âYer cute cunt told me, babyâ heh- wouldnât mind being welcomed ah- home by my wife like this every day.â
He lets himself be manhandled, pulled and pushed to your every whim. One of the strongest clan leaders whimpering - whimpering - when you pull just a bit too hard to mash his cushiony mouth in a deeper kiss.Â
Hot. Sappy.Â
Youâre still shaking with sparking bouts of heat that rush down and up your spine, legs twitching when Choso pulls away with a loudly kissed mwah! Overly exaggerated just to see that shy, fucked-out expression on your face.Â
He was so unfairly pretty like this - a delicate red blush burning all over his face, eyes half-lidded like he was feverish. A shimmery spray of your juiced slick drips down his chin, his bruised lips, all the way up to his regal cheekbones.Â
He made a mess. And he was wearing it like a badge of honor.
Rising up, up, up to shutter your ajar jaw and plant a drenching kiss. Choso always left your mind so melty and stupid no matter what he did.Â
âDo youâŠdo you want some hngh- sh-shaved ice?â Youâre babbling with your cottony tongue, unsure of what exactly to say after something as intense asâŠthat.Â
âNah-â One kiss. Another Two. Five. â-I jusâ had something a whooole lot sweeter, madam.â
Right now it was so quiet in your kitchen. Just you, Choso, and the gleaming moonlight illuminating his pussydrunken enchantment. Even more so than usual.Â
Youâre glissading your arms around his sweat-matted neck, reeling him in even closer. He smells so good, piney cologne searing your senses even despite that tint of iron. Nervously musing, âHmmm, wonder if sâalways gonna be like hah- this whenever I getâŠcravings.â
Well- it wasnât exactly what you wanted to say, but, better than nothing.
âCravings, huh?â Chosoâs eyes twinkle - and youâre not sure if thatâs a result of the muted lighting or because of what you just said. Hopefully the latter.Â
âWell- well just saying I wouldnât mind if-â
Cutting yourself off, youâre sure itâs the latter when he rests a massive palm, warm against your tummy. Just for a split-second before tucking his big, strong arms underneath your body and propping you in an easy princess carry. âIf you have cravings then Iâd be the one cooking for ya, my wife. 24/7, at your feet.â
Yeah, you were fucked.Â
But you never really realized just how much - just how badly - until just a few days later; seated on the polished hardwood floor of the famed Kamo archery dojo.Â
It was routine for your husband to practice his pinpoint precise shooting, and by now it was your routine to watch him.Â
How could you not? Because it was such a heavenly sight.
Chosoâs pristine, white yukata unravelled at one muscular shoulder; showing off the rippling curves and dips of his sculptured back. Strong. His honed eyes filmed with a focus he only ever gets in bed. Adonis-like biceps bulging in a lecherous little flex when he draws the string back, back, back and lets go-
âYES!â Yujiâs resounding cheer thunders across the vast chamber with way too much volume than a six-year-old should possibly have. âLetâs goooo- big bwother hit the target again.â
A simpering smile stretches across your lips as soon as he turns to you for reassurance, gesturing out a slow nod at the way Choso keeps piercing bullseye after bullseye. âHe did, your brother is very talented, Yuji.â
Humming, âWhen I grow up mâgonna be just like him.âÂ
âOf course.â Youâre chuckling at his enthusiasm - the youngest of your husbandâs brotherâs always did have a special spot in your heart. And you canât help but wonder when - if - you had an heir with Choso, whether they would be much the same. âYou are his brother, after all.â
Youâre frantically hovering your hands behind him once he bustles to a haphazard stand. Stumbling only a few times as he races over to the neat line of inventory, âThen- Iâll be just like him now.â
âBe careful!â
Ah, he really was a handful - which meant, you really didnât expect it to go over perfectly smoothly. Youâd known that simply wouldnât have been possible as soon as you met Itadori Yuji.Â
Yet, you didnât expect everything to go so wrong in just a mere matter of seconds.Â
Before you can even blink, Yujiâd tottered his way over to one particularly large, wooden bow - one used only by Ryomen Sukuna whenever he visited. Puffing out his chest as he reeled out the massively heavy weapon - overly heavy, way too much for even the most determined child-
CRASH!
âYuji!â You donât know who yelps louder - you, or Choso. But with your proximity, youâre the one that reaches him first, cradling the sniffling boy in your arms.Â
You jostle away the weighty bow - honestly, how he even managed to lift this in the first place you have no idea.Â
âAwww, donât cry donât cryââ Youâre cooing, distantly registering the worried pants of his older brother skidding to a stop beside you. He always did have him curled around his little finger. Pushing away the pinkish curls from his forehead, â-youâre alright. See? Youâre alright.â
âAre you hurt? Are you dizzy? Are you feeling nauseous-â
âChoso.â You warn, catching the way Yujiâs eyes widen in panic.Â
Taking a few deeply necessary breaths to calm down. âYou- donât do that-â Chosoâs hissing, but you could practically feel the worry seeping into his tone. Thumbing slow circles on his aching shoulders, â-ask me for a bow instead.â
You have to bite back a grin - with the watery glaze taking over his eyes, you wondered who was really hurt - Yuji or Choso himself.Â
âMâsorry big bwother.â Blubbering through big, pearly tears that dry salty streaks down his chubby cheeks. Heâs batting those lashes in a way youâre sure gets him out of any sort of trouble. Ever. The full, merciless force of it hits your poor heart as Yuji turns to you. âSorry, mama.â
Mama.Â
Mama.Â
You freeze. Choso freezes.
Hell, even the twittering birds outside freeze mid-song.Â
It seems like everyone in the entire world freezes except for an oblivious Yuji who only continues inching his tiny hands closer towards that guilty bow. Clearly not having learned his lesson - but you didnât even register that right now.Â
Youâre staring at Choso, only to find that heâs staring right back. Droopy eyes uncharacteristically wide, blinking rapidly - it didnât even look like he was breathing right now.Â
Maw parting and closing stupidly agape, and youâre almost tempted to reach out and check whether heâs doing okay - before he finally finds his voice again. Finally. Husking out a choked-out, âW-well- maybe we should- ah- should-â Heâs turning towards his contrastingly okay younger brother, âYuji?âÂ
âBig bwother!â Comes the, unfortunately, helpless answer.Â
And something in his beaming expression seems to jolt Choso out of his reverie, something that makes him let out a tight nod. Scooping up the giggling boy over his shoulder, he calls out at you, âWait here.â
As Choso walks out of the doorway, you could only watch.
Only sit there for what could be four seconds - or maybe even four hundred years - until heâd presumably dropped off Yuji at the safety of Jin. Taking steady, focused strides back to you that thud! thud! thud! right along to the beat of your racing heart.
Chosoâs expression is blank - pale as if heâs seen a fucking ghost. And he doesnât even look at you, canât even bear to once he walks back to the thickened air of the dojo. Now pointedly alone.Â
Very, very alone.Â
Wordlessly, he picks up his famed bow. And you swear that you can see his practiced hands tremble. Something was happening.Â
Itâs like an artwork that you canât look away from. The fluid motion of aligning a singular arrow to aim for his final, rounded target. Doughy pads of his fingers pinching the string back, back, back until it snaps!
And misses. For the first time in years.
âFuck.â
You barely have the time to compute - to even suck in a gasp of surprise before your husband comes and crashes into you. Itâs as if he was magnetized and couldnât get away even if he wanted to.Â
Itâs a frenzy of white billowing sleeves and powerful arms, throwing you over Chosoâs shoulder in only two seconds flat - much the same way that heâd done with Yuji moments prior.
Except moreâŠurgent.Â
âChoso- Cho!â Youâre squealing, as he lurches into hurried treads away. Legs kicking weakly in the air, only for your stubborn self to be granted with an unapologetic spank! right on the mound of your ass. Your nose crinkles as his long, inky locks tickle your face, âWhat is-â
âBe quiet.â Chosoâs rasping, so small that it could not have been more than a whisper. So close that youâre drinking in heady wafts of his masculine cologne.Â
Something in his snarling tone makes your stomach tighten. Digits grappling precariously onto the toned curves of his shoulders, your fingertips slide down the sweltering expanse of his exposed skin.Â
And only too late do you recognize the familiar pathway towards your shared bed chamber- oh.Â
So that was what it was.Â
And judging by the dark, primal look swimming in the clan leaderâs eyes you could only hope that you made it out alive-
SLAM!
You donât know whatâs forcing you more out of your excited little reverie - the shuddered slam! of your mahogany double doors, so hard that it makes the golden hinges shake, or the way youâre thrown haphazardly on the bed.Â
Like some glorified toy. One of Chosoâs favorites.Â
Youâre throwing your arms over his broad shoulders as you fall, lugging him in even closer with each springy bounce on the bedcoils.Â
But closer wasnât close enough for your husband - heâs bullying into every ounce of your personal space, caging you in between two splayed-out palms on either side of your thoroughly spinning head.
âMama, is it?â Choso starts out. Slow. Thick. Like he was approaching a cornered prey. âBaby, I wantâŠI want it.â
Youâre blinking up at him through eager eyes, âWant what, Cho?âÂ
âI want an heir. I want to make youâŠâ He gulps. The circles of his fingertips were so warm on your skin, trailing down lovingly all across your cheek. Your collarbones, your heaving tits - down to where you predictably flinched as he palmed your tummy. â-a pretty momma.â
Fawny strands of chestnut brown curtain his gaze, but you could tell just how serious he was. Just how greedy. You donât think youâve ever seen Choso like this in his entire life.Â
All you can breathe out is a crackling, âYes.â
You said it. You finally said it after all these weeks.Â
And itâs the only thing you hear before your yukata is all but torn off of you, Choso doesnât even realize when heâs doing so. Itâs melting away like butter underneath his strength, mere obstacles to where the real prize is - your gorgeous, shivering body.
Pebbles of goosebumps rise onto the surface of your flesh when he throws away those useless pieces of fabrics onto the tatami floor - you can have more newly tailored anyway. Many, many more with just how round and full youâre about to be very soon.Â
Heâd take care of it for you.
âOh, madam- madam.â Heâs spitting into your unfastened mouth, low growls sounding out across each four corners of your room. Held hostage by the arousal in your eyes, he canât stop staring. âMâgonna ruin you.â
And Choso is feral like never before.Â
Usually one to take his time during sex, finetuning you into it like a sultry waltz. His favorite hobby was to drive you mindlessly wild before he even thought of stuffing you full. But nowâŠ
Still not breaking his dreamy eye contact with you, Choso hooks a rapidfire finger over the cute bow-tied hem of your panties. Slurring down an oozing little snail trail of slick that laminates your jittery thighs with evidence of just how badly you wanted him.Â
You feel the blistering pant of his mindless oh! fanning your features, leaning backwards with a loosened maw to admire just how glistening you are in this lighting.Â
How ready.
With a low, fucked-up whimper breaking at the back of his throat, he rubs over the bloated curvature of your needy pussy. Slipping ever-so-slightly at the saturated puddles leaking out, Choso has no hesitation or shame when he tugs his fingerpads into his mouth once.Â
Twice. Thrice.Â
Dipping back down for more and more and more-
âCanât-â Heâs guttering out, eyes crinkling and- fuck, were those tears? âI c-â
You reach your hand up to smear away his hot rivulets of salt, and Choso stops his prattling like a broken record forced to a halt. He jolts as if your touch has just sent a zillion shocks of voltage down his spine, all the trekking trailway down to his furious, aching cock.Â
Unsteady hands flinging apart his snowy robes - barely even bothering to remove them and wrench down his undergarments before you see it. You finally understand why Choso was soâŠrestless.
Because heâs never been harder.Â
Fuck being furious, his bawling cock was seething. Equally as red as the ripest of strawberries, the split-ended crown of his cockhead was just as plumply swollen. All proud inches nestled underneath his painfully-clenching breeder balls, ballooned and lush. Only the barest of your gaze is enough to make Chosoâs lustrous tip twitch, laminating himself with a freshly dripping glaze of translucent pre.Â
Though, itâs not like you were doing any better.Â
Your gluey lips pucker and pout up at him once heâs wrangling your legs into a boneless hold. The feeling of his palms underneath your thighs are so soft - even despite his battle-hardened calluses. Worshipping.Â
But the way heâs resting your legs on his shoulders, and folding you in half like a whining lawnchair is the complete opposite. Mercilessly into a-
âM-mating press-â Chosoâs getting out through strangled breaths, as if the sole words had his poor sanity fraying at the edges. â-mating press- a- a-â Something heâs never tried out before. His head dips down, pearls of sweat simmering across his trembly upper lip as soon as your sticky folds leave a wet snog on his fattened mushroomy tip. Topping it with a generous heap of honeyed sap, âWell, hello there, baby. I have you in a mating press nâ mâgonnaâŠgonnaâŠâ
He couldnât even finish his sentence.Â
Couldnât even finish his thought before Choso was doing - body moving miles and miles ahead of his stupidly saccharine-sweet mind.Â
âF-fuuuuckââ Youâre letting off the keenest of whines, the edges of your nails leaving neat crescents all over his toned back. It was the perfect little present for the way he had you so split open.Â
And he was barely even pushing past the tip.Â
âOh. Oh.â Chosoâs grunts are throaty, as if they werenât coming from the man himself but somewhere murked and dark inside him. And the same went for his feverish thrusts - tight, rigid little pushes past your slicked-up hole just to fit inside. Heâs spitting into your slacked mouth, âCâmon- câmon câmonââ
Usually, it takes so long to prepare you to take his nine- no, ten inches. But currently, fast just wasnât fast enough.
Thereâs a thundering slam! abovehead - only hours and hours later do you have enough brainpower to realize that it was Choso striking his palm down on the headboard - and it makes your clingy walls grip onto the battering mountain of his dewy head.Â
Squeezing in a repeatedly adhesive-like tempo, Chosoâs nose crinkles at the rubbery resistance of your snug hole. Still molding to the slightest curves and ridges of his drowned slit with every desperate rut-
âPlease- take it- fucking take it.â His voice was trembling on the edge of a crack, thickened exactly the way one does when heâs about to cry. âH-how can I fuck! How can I breed yaâŠif I donât-â
And youâre swearing you see his ruddied cheeks glisten with a few slipped-off tears - though, that just might be from the way that your own vision mists over when his stray hand plugs up your spilling entrance to pry two thickened, scissoring digits inside and stretch. âFucking- take that big fuckinâ- cock-â
Bullying in a few more long nâ girthy inches- Youâre so full that it feels like Chosoâs pushing his bloated crownhead against the spongy edges of your lungs.Â
The bed dips and moans with frequent soft creaks! when he plants his curved knees firmly further apart. Flexibly so. And youâre getting a good, greedy eyeful of his pale, bulky thighs - angling at the perfect bend to snap his slender hips and jackhammer-
âSh-shit-â Your head sinks into the cushiony pillows underneath you, and it already feels like youâre in heaven. â-donât- donât know if itâll fit, Choââ
With a bitten lip, Choso rovers down his sturdy hand from the surface of the bedframe to measure out ten solid inches. Bringing it down much the same way he did during your wedding reception, âY-you can, babyââ
âBut-â
âYou will.â Heâs gasping, gracing you with a soft brush of his curvaceous mushroomed head along one of your utmost favorite hidden sweet spots. Itâs enough to make you buck. âGonna take my cock, nâ youâre gonna haaah- take my seed ântil youâre bloated. So Iâll make it fit- fuck- watch, Iâll make it fit.â Before you know it, that very same hand finds itself crowning your head, threatening to push you down- âC-can you say hngh- âbiiiig stretchâ fâme?â
Youâre hiccuping out, âB-big stretch?â
âNuh uh-â By the time that Choso shakes his head, youâre being sprinkled with loose flecks of his sweat. He was in so deep now. âSay it with me- b-biiig stretch, babyââ
âB-biiig- stretch!â It takes you everything in your body to hold your own against the vicious pounds being planted and struggled into your goopy depths. Choso was determined. Frenzied.Â
And god, the way youâre dumbly parroting his words is so hot. He canât help but dollop out muggy icings of pre that slosh and swab at every nook and cranny inside you.Â
âGood girl.â Rewarding you with a slow heart being patterned right on the throbbing peak of your clit, the roughened edges of his fingertips rub you just right. Not too hard. Not too soft. Your husband nuzzles his flushed head into the havened crook of your clammy neck, âS-say it again, madam.â
âBiiig-â
Honestly, itâs a wonder you manage to get exactly two syllables out at all. Because soon enough, Chosoâs taking your distracted few seconds to lace his fingers onto your scalp push. To bump his hips back until your geysering cunt was struggling around his fat, bulbous tip.
Before stuffing you full all the way in-
âFuck- no.â Chosoâs spitting out venomously against your thrumming pulse, sharp fringes of his teeth digging in animalistically. Bottomed out but still pushing and pushing- Slamming a lazy stripe of luscious precum down your spongy cervix, âNo- no noââ
No sooner are you full of all his massive, rummaging length, heâs making you take even more. This time in the form of dribbling, ribbony volumes of cum that leak and leak and wonât stop from his heated divot.Â
Itâs ballooning up your tight channel even more. Swashing around and sticking to your gummy walls like a treacly lacquer. Filling you to your very brim-
âS-so much.â Youâre gaping, through tear-strung lashes. The shivering edges of your fingers subconsciously dance downwards to splotch over the puddling globs of seed tricking from either side of your sloppy slit. Squeezing out even more to coat Chosoâs bulky base with creamy rings upon rings.Â
And, usually, your husband might be just a bit embarrassed. Usually, he would have pulled out to make out with your pretty pussy until your scores were more than tied.
But that wasnât your husband right now.Â
âDonât.â Choso clicks his drunkenly heavy tongue, lips pulling back into what almost looks like an oh-so-feral snarl. And you have to admit that it looks so sexy on him. Heâs rudely swatting away your curious hand, âMove that fucking hand nâ let me see.â
It takes only a split-second for both your hands to be pinned underneath one of Choso Kamoâs.Â
âThaâs not enough to take.â
And only one more split-second for him to flip you over onto your tummy and stuff your head into the cushy pillows.Â
Heâs fucking you like heâs using you. Like heâs pumping his mushy, swollen head to nudge in the weighty heft of his cum deeper and deeper and deeper-
âYâknow I hate hngh- disrespectinâ my wife, babyââ He leans over to sigh against your ear in craving hisses, pinning you with his body. His muscles. You could count each nâ every one of Chosoâs bulging abs, glissading damply against your perfectly arched spine. Bubblegum pink nipples pressed roughly into your scorching skin, âHate it- butâŠâ
You gasp at Chosoâs audacity next - at the way it makes you so traitorously soaked when he hikes up one of his feet to rest upon your head.Â
Gurgling out a stupid. âCh-Choââ
But he didnât seem to hear you - you didnât know if he was even managing to breathe at this point. Only letting his devious lips twitch up, up, up into such a satisfied grin. â-but ântil I get my hngh- hehâŠheir, youâre gonna hafta be my cumdump, madam.â
And if the saturated slurps singing out at a near-deafening tone from your dripping pussy said anything - it was that you loved the idea.Â
Especially when the changed angle makes his scouring cockhead maze between the most treasured spots of your jelly-like walls to strike numerous, merciless hits dead-set on your g-spot.Â
Ah, there it was, pipes up that small voice in Chosoâs overtaken brain. Jostling your hips back onto his with a sudden spank on the target of your drivelling hole, the stinging pressure makes you bump your tenderest spots again and again into his ruthless batters.Â
Itâs bruising - the proud circumference of his plummy cock against your elastic cervix with every recoiling bounce, the rounded patterns of his balls against the hind of your pretty pussy with each thrust.
If you didnât think you were being fucked stupid before then you were sure now.Â
Your velveteen pillowcase dampens with the ever-flooding saliva spilling from your mouth every time Choso rears his aching shaft back to plant rapid, precise strikes where you wanted him the most.Â
Whimpering at how every ramming dab of his split cockhead leaves leakages of pearly white cum all over the bottom of your pussy. That sultry swirl of his dumped heaps inside of you making your head spin just as dizzily.Â
You almost donât notice it when Chosoâs drifting both hands to skirt over about halfway down your tummy. Feeling for that bloated, cylindrical outline of him vulgarly messing up your insides, âGonna be e-even fuller here soon, yâknow-â Heâs giggling - giggling. Erratically letting his hands slide down to your clit to give the peaked ends just a tiny pinch. â-have you all round. Full. Full-â
He canât say anything else.
He canât do anything else - other than watch in purely entranced awe when that makes you cum all over his fucking cock.Â
So big nâ thick that your claggy walls can barely even squeeze around his throbbing shaft. The thought makes you huff as he rams rigorously through your blinding high - teeth grit, your fingers fist at the pillows and make sure you can clench-
When you do- oh, when you manage to cling your gummy cunt onto his girth as if to suck out his fucking soul, it makes Choso cum, too.
Fatigued hips somehow matching his cadence, your knees shiver on top of the softened mattress stuttering through every dousing mass of cum gliding inside your cute cunt. It was so heavy having his massive torrentials inside of you, spraying the door to your womb with a slippery sheen.
It was maddening.Â
And maybe itâs been hours - maybe itâs been mere minutes. But all you know is that youâre put through rounds and rounds and more rounds. But heâs still not stopping. Still dredging out the tiniest of hollowing grinds.Â
Until much, much later Chosoâs breath hitches in feverish stutters. It was so steamily hot inside you, only getting more humid by the minute as you ride out yet another crashing high.
âGâna milk e-every ngh- drop-â He titters, fleshy edges of his fingers closing in around where your pussylips were the most buxom. The most leaky. â-nâ youâre gonna ngh- keep it. Keep ântil you give me an h-heir. Remember that, babyâ keep it.â
Youâre fighting against the weight of his muscular leg on top of you. Was he clamming your pussy shut?Â
âChoso, baby.â Your straining out, throat drier than the Sahara at this point. Even despite how the hypnotized way your husband looks at you makes your tongue lather with watery saliva. âWant- want more.â
You think you might just have broken Choso Kamo.
Might just have made him reach another surprising high all over again with just your simple request. Heâs lifting off the powerfully pressurized foot crowned on your head in favor of lurching downwards to grab your tender throat into a headlock.
Manhandling you as he pleased. Lifting you off of the tattered pillow, the completely splintered bed frame now.Â
Your chin juts over his thick, bulging biceps, fighting for both air and the space-
âMore- more, she says-â Heâs chuckling out, words cracking a few octaves higher than normal. From the corner of your eye, you sneak glimpses at the way that Chosoâs eyes were wide, crazed. Flashing all sorts of feral promises when he plants one, two, three long thuds against your soppy cervix. âFucking- m-more.â
Youâre letting off a tiny whimper - your orgasm nothing but tingles at this point. Yearning for that the piping hot streak of seed flushed into your already-overspilling cunt. Syruping in with the rest of his numerous goopy volumes, itâs thick and needy.Â
Only one.
âSh-shit.â Heâs wheezing against your ear, free hand flying down to tug at his reddened base for more more more- oneâs not enough. Every possibly wiry wisp and speckle that could fill you up. Could give him an heir. âCanât cum dry- wonât- oh.â
Rutting into you like Choso wonât stop - didnât know if he even can stop anymore. You flinch at the suddenly hot splatter! of something warmâŠand wet at your shoulder.Â
âCho- oh!â Not only was the clan leader drooling out glossy spatters of saliva, he was crying. Hugging you even closer, youâre showered in neverending streams of overstimulated tears.
And Choso can only babble away, âHope- hope sâa daughter, madam.â
A/N. AYYY yâall have been wanting more dom Choso saurrrr- Anyways hope you have a lovely week <3
Plagiarism not authorized.Â
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Need him.
SQUID GAME | 2x01 | Bread and Lottery
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I canât keep up with all the socials help, heres some geto doodles hehe ! I will try to keep up with all the platforms I use đ
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No word, only tears (in my pants)
CHOSO who loves when you wear eyeliner. he hates making you cryâ worries him to his core every time he doesâ but as heâs fucking you right now, tears forming at the brims of your eyes, smearing your makeup every so slightly, he thinks this is the way lifeâs supposed to be.
CHOSO who brings a finger up to your lashes, wiping away the wet as he continues to go impossibly deeper in you. he brings his thumb down, dragging the liner down your cheeks.
CHOSO who whines at how much of a mess you look. he loses himself in the fact heâs doing this to you. his movements become sloppier, eyes locked on yours and how much bigger and brighter they look right now.
CHOSO who cums making eye contact with you before he drops his head into the crook of your neck, crying too because you just feel too good. âi love you, i love you, i love you.â
CHOSO who grabs you a towel and cotton pads. he cleans you up top to bottom, cleaning any cum from you, and wiping all the excess makeup from your face before he presses a slow kiss to the corner of your temple.
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I NEED CHOSO TO FUCK ME OR IM GONNA LOSE IT

CâMON FUCK ME EMO BOY!
life works in mysterious ways. one minute you're working with the emo boy for a project, exchanging ideas and awkward glances, and the next, he's got his inked hand snaked around your throat, dark eyes filled with lust as he fucks you meanly into his mattress. the room is filled with the sound of your panting breaths and the creaking bed, his grip tightening just enough to make you gasp. chosoâs lips curl into a smirk as he watches you, taking in every reaction, every shudder, as he thrusts deeper, making you see stars.
his dark purple nails claw into your flesh as he pulls your hips flush to his, leaving crescent-shaped marks that burn with a delicious sting. his black wolf cut clings to his forehead with perspiration, strands of hair sticking to his flushed skin, framing his intense gaze. the eyeliner smudged around his eyes only makes his dark orbs more piercing, adding to the raw, untamed energy he exudes. heâs full on humping you now, his chest pressed against your back. chosoâs lip ring glints in the dim light as he leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, his breath hot and ragged against your mouth. every movement is rough, possessive.
heâs the biggest youâve ever had. and you swear you can feel every ridge of him as he stretches you painfully. sticky lips parting with a soft squelch he time his coaxes himself back into your tight warm hole. âfeel me in your stomach baby? mâso fuckinâ hard for you.â
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Lore accurate Jimbo giving Curly his medicine
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Rafayel is for the Ones WhoâŠ
This is my first time writing for LnD and Rafayel đ«Ł Iâm a new player so I hope I donât misrepresent fishy too much!

Rafayel is for the ones who were forced to grow up too fast, the ones who never had a childhood, for the ones who were neglected and ignored in their youth
Rafayel is for the ones who were always called too childish and told to grow up. Youâre allow to be immature around him, heâll be silly right beside you!
Rafayel is for the ones who fancies duality, for a man who is dramatic and playful but could also be serious and protective
Rafayel is for the ones whoâs love language is teasing and flirting, though if you return his flirts he gets super red and flustered
Rafayel is for the ones who wants to reconnect with their inner child
Rafayel is for the ones who wants to a muse, to be his inspiration. To be loved by an artist is to be immortalized, and his every artwork would have a piece of you in it
Rafayel is for the ones who are hopeless romantic, the ones who daydream about all the romances but donât express. His dates and gifts are all thoughtful, his adoration is clear in his gaze
Rafayel is for the ones who crave gentle yet passionate love. The ones that keeps you warm in the harsh of winter, the ones that heals, the ones that offers strength
Rafayel is for the ones who desire a clingy boyfriend. The ones who pouts when you have to leave in the morning, the ones who kiss you when you get home and the ones who cuddles with you every night
Rafayel is for the ones who want their boyfriend to be their best friend too, the ones you could do everything with, share all gossip to, share all of your day and be there in both good and bad times
Rafayel is for ones who craves to seen, too be loved for who they are. Heâll love you, you are his beloved bride afterall <3
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Actually obsessed with this part... the hungry, lustful look in his eyes... the placement and movement of his hand... the possessive grip on her thigh... the passionate, reverent kisses on her knee and the way the tip of his nose just barely brushes against her skin... the breathless confession... the way he, even while hot, bothered, sweaty, and bricked up as all hell, still asks for her consent. Twice.
What a man, what a lover, what a king, what a husband đ«¶
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This is giving me motivation to finish the raf fic before the fandom explodes with caleb đ



Credit to @/khouxy on insta
EDIT: and the fic is out https://www.tumblr.com/poisonf0rest/772475167619301376/intertidal-zone?source=share !!!
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JERK MY PEENER TO THIS
cw: fem!reader, being called 'mommy' everyone talks about whiny, pathetic bottom!choso, but what about whiny, pathetic top!choso? he's got you in missionary, face buried into your neck as his hips rut into yours repeatedly. he's breathing heavy, small noises leaving his throat that he tries to cover as groans. they're whimpers, you can tell, but you don't say anything. too cockdrunk and slightly overstimulated to tease him for it. your arms are around him and you have one hand in his hair, your legs locked around his waist.
"please... please, you feel so good. need more, c-can..." he breathes out almost as if he's nervous. "can i go harder? pleasepleaseplease?" his voice is so quiet, and you would find it sweet that he asked if he wasn't already fucking you harder. all you can manage is a breathy "mm-hm," before he lifts your legs up and together, resting them over his shoulder just to get a better angle and more stimulation for his aching cock. "mm, you're so... you're so pretty, i love you." he whispers, pressing his cheek against your ankle and looking you in the eyes as his hips rut into yours with desperation that's almost impressive.
the air is thick with sexual tension and sheer need. it smells like sweat and sex, something that clouds choso's head even further. he's fucking you like his life depends on it, his hands on your thighs and kneading the fat there. he can't hold himself back from mumbling your name, peppering sloppy wet kisses throughout your neck and biting at your ear. his touch is overwhelming.
and when he cums? that's when he whines. "n-nh. ngh, fuck-- mm, baby..." he breathes, tilting his head back. he's on his knees now, but still leaning over you. he looks majestic, but the expression on his face is almost pathetic. sweat gathers at his neck and at his hairline, and this is about the fourth time he's came. his need partnered with his stamina is a deadly combo, especially when he's balls-deep and fucking you like his cum isn't dripping out of you and staining the sheets beneath you. his hands are shaky and the muscles in his back flex, and he's even more vocal now. he MIGHT have called you mommy once or twice. and when you ask him about it? "did... did you just call me mommy?" ...he may have came again.
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