#Choso Kamo x reader

[purityberry]

*ೃ༄ Falling for you!

synopsis: texts where the jjk men realise they have a crush on you! (pre-relationship)

features: gojo, megumi, yuji, nanami, choso, takuma

[lovelivision]

ROSE PETALS AND LINGERIE.ᐟ

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎𐔌.pairing — kamo choso / reader

‎ ‎ ‎── word count: 3.1k

❥ summary... it's valentine's day which means you're going to dress up and surprise your boyfriend and what you have planned for him is a real treat !!

warnings.ᐟ ── 18+ only, smut, pwp, swearing, reader in lingerie, praise kink, edging (choso), (slight) titty worship, unprotected sex (use protection irl !!), p in v penetration, pussy drunk choso, creampie, general smut and filth, reader is a tease, afab!reader, no pronouns used

When Choso gets home he’s met with a trail of rose petals leading to your shared bedroom, it confuses him as much as it intrigues him. Following the trail to the room and opening the door, he freezes in his spot, you’re there on the bed, surrounded by rose petals in the cutest lingerie he couldn’t even dare to dream of.

Wrapped in frills and lace and straps, garter belt sitting perfectly against your waist and thighs. Bra pushing your tits up so pretty it makes his mouth water. Kicking your socked legs out from under yourself, you scooch to the end of the bed and look up at him. Lashes fluttering when you say, “Happy Valentine’s Day, Cho.”

“You did all this for me?” He blinks back, blush lightly dusting his cheeks.

“Of course I did,” smile sweet, “Now, undress and get on the bed.”

His gaze is already dopey and in love when he follows your instructions wordlessly, stripping down in front of you. Already he’s hard and it makes you feel giddy that just the sight of you was enough to turn him on.

You hum thoughtfully, standing to your full height and walking to him, “You like the lingerie?”

Choso’s quick to put his hands on you, tugging you to him by your hips, his cock trapped between your bodies. “Yeah… I like the lingerie.”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you lean up and kiss him softly. A gentle kiss to welcome him home that he quickly turns dirty, impatient and turned on as he licks into your mouth. Moans tumble from him to you as his tongue meets yours. His hips rut forward into you, seeking relief that isn’t given this way.

Pulling back, you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth before reminding, “Cho… get on the bed, please.”

He nearly has to fight a whine to pull away from you, not wanting to take his hands off you for even a single moment but relenting because you told him so nicely to. You watch the way he lays down on the bed and enjoy the view, his cock twitching when you crawl over to him. Straddling him and sitting your clothed core over his aching erection. Choso’s hands shoot to your hips instinctually, hands groping at your flesh as you do nothing but just sit on him.

“Please move,” he asks you, feeling dizzy from how warm you feel through your panties.

“In a moment,” you trace your finger from his chest down his abs before tapping at the leaky tip of his cock just to make him squirm, “I’m admiring the view right now.”

He cocks his head at you, “You’re planning on being cruel?”

“Maybe a little bit,” you roll your hips down into him, soaked core moving along his dick.

The action has him grabbing at you tighter, head relaxing into the pillow below at the pleasure. He’s so pretty when he’s this turned on, his own hips rutting up into you, cock twitchy and leaking thick globs of precum onto his abdomen. The glide of your pussy over him feels better than you expected it to, considering you’re still in your panties.

The poor sheer material soggy from how wet you are, sticking to you obscenely and molding to your cunt. Pussy split open on Choso’s dick as you work him up and down, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning. Breath shuddering as desire thrums through your veins, he looks a little lost under you and it makes your heart swell.

His eyes are glossy and dazed as he looks up at you, head spinning with pleasure. He wants to plant his feet on the bed and grind up into you more but this was your present to him so he’ll just do what you want for now, even if it’s killing him to hold back this much.

“You look so– hah– pretty, Cho,” you praise, voice cooing at him.

He feels your compliment run through him, stomach pulling as his hips jump up. “You’re– hnn– prettier,” he mumbles out earnestly.

Already he’s getting close, you can tell with how his eyes fight to stay open and his cock throbs under you. Still repeating the motions up and down his dick until you feel like he’s right on the edge of cumming and when he’s right there… you stop. Your movements ceasing altogether, a part of you delighting greatly in the pathetic noise he lets out.

“Why? Why did you fff– stop?”

“I just wanted to check on you,” you fake sincerity.

He gives you a glare that you feel would have more meaning behind it if he weren’t naked underneath you, “I’m fine, keep moving.”

Smile saccharine when you say, “Whatever you want.”

Before you resume your movements, you reach down and pull your panties to the side. Slick and bare cunt leaking directly onto him, the amount of self-control he has to exercise right now would kill some he thinks. Your grin is sinful and yet he doesn’t think he’s seen anyone more beautiful than you.

Rolling your hips again like this has your pace stuttering, the feel of him against you better than you thought. Your brows pull upwards as you fight to keep all the whimpered sounds inside, you don’t want him to know this is ruining you just as much as it is him.

It doesn’t really matter though; he knows you too well and can tell you’re losing yourself in this like he is. If anything, he’s indulging you, he’s indulging you because you went to the effort of dressing up and waiting for him; so how could he possibly deprive you of the fun you’re having.

He lets his hands wander more this time, pulling at the fat of your thighs, tickling up your sides and smiling lazily at how you shiver with it. Finally, he gropes at your tits, playing with them while your hips stumble over his cock.

“Cho– you’re– hnn– distracting me,” you pout at him.

His fingers flick at your nipples through your bra, “Just ignore me, baby.”

Ignore him? How could you possibly ignore him when he’s pulling the cups of your bra down, your tits spilling out as he continues to paw at you. It’s hard to keep your focus when he’s making you feel this good, you’re meant to be tormenting him a little bit, not the other way round.

The head of his cock catches on your hole and you want so badly to sink down on him but you can’t yet, you have a plan for how this was all going to play out. Choso groans from underneath you, getting close again so soon after his last almost orgasm. A little puddle of precum sitting against his abs where his cock has been leaking obscenely. You wonder how many times you can edge him before he stops being so polite.

Despite your own need, you stop moving again much to Choso’s dismay. His brows pinching and his pelvis rutting up at you. Dropping his hands from your tits to grab at the blankets below, grounding himself as his body struggles through another denied orgasm. Depriving him is also depriving you and you’re beginning to really feel it now, he looks so good all blushed and glazed over eyes.

He grits out at you, “Why– why’d you stop– nnh– this time?”

If it were physically possible you think you’d have hearts in your eyes, “To tell you, I love you.”

He stifles down a moan at your declaration, “Stop torturing me,” he pouts.

“I love you too much to torture you, Cho,” your tone gracious, tilting your head at him when you add, “Don’t you love me?”

“Of course, I– hah!–”

His own declaration cut off when you readjust to start sinking down on his cock, stretch achy and indecent as you struggle to take him. Choso’s head is thrown back as he chokes on a moan, hands back on your hips just so he’s touching you. It’s sending you a little insane, you fall forwards slightly and rest your palms over his chest, holding yourself up.

Choso feels like he’s died and gone to heaven, finally having your snug cunt wrapped around him enough to make him cum. When you realise this though, you quickly pull off him and he can only whine at the loss of you.

“No, no, nonono,” he bites out, repeating himself woefully.

“Sorry,” you stroke a strand of his hair off his forehead, you genuinely do feel a little bad.

“If you’re so sorry why did you stop, again?”

“You were gonna cum, Cho.”

“So what?” He growls, “Ride me anyways.”

You taunt him lightly, “You’re so needy tonight.”

“I come home to you in lingerie and get edged three times, of course I’m needy.” He intakes a deep breath to calm down, “I’m getting impatient.”

A shiver runs down your spine at his words, you imagine he can’t possibly last much longer like this. His patience has got to be hanging on by a thread and you want it to snap, “If I take you again you’re not gonna cum immediately, right?”

“Mhm,” he hums his affirmative, eyes already back on your slick cunt, waiting for you to fuck yourself open on him again.

The urge to tease him further and tell him to use his words properly strikes you but you’re also a little impatient now. So instead, you’ll just give him what you both want and sit on him again, the stretch less achy this time but still a bit of a struggle. This is easier when he’s the one working you open, being on top straight away makes this difficult because what you really want to do is force yourself to the base of him.

The languid way your pussy swallows him is something he can’t take his eyes off, not daring to look away for even a second. Still in your cute lingerie as you take his dick, the sight making his cock jerk and throb. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to handle it if you edge him again, so pitifully sensitive for you.

“It– hnn– occurs to me that– hah– you never said you loved me back,” you sulk at him.

His head lolls back to look up at you, his eyes glassy and fucked and it makes your insides twist because he already looks pussy drunk. Just as he’s about to open his mouth to reply to you, you drop yourself onto him the rest of the way, taking him to the hilt. The sudden fullness taking your breath from you, choking on your need for air as your lungs seize.

Choso’s no better, his eyes rolling as his hands grip and hold you tight to him, his cock throbbing inside you. Stumbling out, “I love– hnn– I love you so much– oh fuck!– I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“You’re– mmph– so cute,” you laugh airily.

He’s desperately fighting the urge to cum, he doesn’t want you pulling off him again and he also doesn’t want to cum before you really start moving. Though he’s urgently giving little ruts up into you, his hands on you tugging you down into him until you’re grinding on him. Your surprised moans like music to his ears, he should stop and let you ride him but he can’t help himself, it feels too good.

“Calm down,” you call to him but he doesn’t respond, too lost in pleasure, “Cho!” Your hand rests against his cheek to get his attention, “Calm down.”

“I can’t– hnn– I can’t,” he almost whimpers, “I need it.”

Oh god, his distressed need is killing you, making you feel all fuzzy and gooey. Your cunt flutters around him and a loud moan leaves him, his eyes rolling in his head. If he keeps going like this he’ll cum before you even get the chance to ride him.

“You’ve– hah– gotta stop, baby.” You try to still your hips but he’s too strong, “You’ll cum without me,” you pout at him.

That stops him immediately, his hands letting go of your hips and fisting the blankets instead. His breathing frantic as tears spring to the corners of his eyes, cock pulsing wildly inside you, apparently much closer than you had thought. You sit so still on him, not wanting to move and torture him.

“You’re killing me,” he accuses.

“That was not my fault.”

“Yes it was,” he nods quickly. “You’re so warm and tight around me and I’m so hard it almost hurts, it’s your fault,” he babbles out.

He’s so cute when he’s this drunk on you, “I’m not moving until you calm down.”

His eyes wander to where he’s sat deep inside you, your cunt bulging around him, “I don’t think I can calm down.”

“You’re gonna have to try,” you tell him.

He tries for a while, to calm himself, focusing on his breathing but all he can feel is you. He’s consumed by you completely; you’re invading all his senses and he can’t calm himself because of it. So sensitive and riled up that he thinks he might cum as soon as you lift your hips, he can’t handle this, he’s being driven to the brink of insanity.

“I can’t.”

“I’m not moving, Cho.”

He knows you won’t, you’re nothing if not a stubborn tease. So he takes it upon himself to move instead, patience officially a whisper of what was when he tugs you down to him and rolls without slipping from your snug pussy.

“Cho!– ah!–”

However you were about to chastise him is lost on your tongue because he doesn’t even wait a moment before withdrawing his hips just to shove them back into yours. The heavy drag of his cock makes your whole body shudder, skin tingly with pleasure at how he’s driving his cock in and out of you. Slick drooling from your cunt obscenely with how horny you are, he may have gotten the worst of the edging but you were also denying yourself.

He's in awe of just how soaked you are, “Th– this fucking wet and you– hah!– still wouldn’t move?”

“I didn’t–”

“–You just wanted to torment me,” he bites back and he’s mostly right.

You like tormenting him until he snaps like this, you love the look in his eyes as he desperately fucks into you. It makes your head fuzzy how badly he seems to need this, feeling so desired as he whines. He presses himself to you more, head tucking into your neck where he kisses and nips at your skin.

Trailing his kisses down your chest and to your tits, folding you lewdly just so he can suck on your nipple. Slowly you’re melting into him, cunt pulsing around him as he works you up easily. Always able to fuck you perfectly without even trying, dick brushing up against your walls in a way that makes your eyes cross.

Your nails scratch at his back, “Cho, it’s– hnn– too much.”

“No, you’re doing so good, you’re– mmph– fine,” he looks at you through his lashes, eyes dopey and so drunk.

Pulling himself up, he rest on his knees, his hands on your hips and angling them up to him. Your lower half not even on the bed anymore as he hunches slightly and fucks into you with reckless abandon. His pelvis smacking into your clit on each thrust sends electricity down your spine, mouth dropping open in euphoria.

He watches the way you suck him back in, his dick coated in your slick. The wet and sloppy sounds of him fucking you resounding throughout the room, liable to get you noise complaints later. Not that he really gives a fuck right now, not when he’s this close to cumming. Cock twitching profusely inside you and as greedy as he feels right now he really doesn’t want to cum before you.

Moving his thumb to your clit, he draws messy circles into it, uncalculated in his movements but enough to make you shudder and whine. Your legs shake beside him, brows pulled together, nails clawing at his forearms. You feel so restless as he fucks into you, the pleasure so good that you want to run away from it but there’s nowhere to go, not with how he’s holding you.

Back arching meanly as you squirm and writhe underneath him, he likes this, he likes watching you struggle against how good it feels. He likes knowing he’s making you feel good, his chest full of all sorts of affection for you.

“You look beautiful,” he mutters out all lovesick.

The sudden compliment shocks you, gasped moan pulling from your chest. ��Hnn– Don’t–”

“So pretty– hah– all dressed up– mmh– waiting for me,” he clenches his teeth to fight off a desperate moan, “So kind to me, treating me– hnn– so nice on Valentine’s Day.”

“Cho–” you whine his name pathetically.

He only hums at you, focused on pushing you over the edge, thrusts still relentless in his pursuit. Thumb speeding up over your clit, you’re so close you can taste your orgasm on the tip of your tongue. Your toes curl as your stomach does flips, Choso’s eyes brighten when he notices just how close you are.

“You’re close, I know you are,” a large and lazy smile on his face. “Please cum– hah– I need you to cum, need to feel it. Want you to cum so badly, please.”

His begging is what does you in, the way his voice cracks just slightly with his frantic need, it makes you cum. Whole body shaking and jolting as you orgasm, cunt tight as you clench down on him. Mind so numb from how it rocks through you, unintelligible moans of his name spilling from your lips.

“Oh fuck–” he finishes as soon as he feels the way you gush around him, spilling his seed deep inside you.

His thrusts don’t stop even as he’s cum, fucking into you over and over, riding out both your highs to the point that he’s nearly overstimulating himself but it feels too good to stop. Dropping your hips down to the bed gently and collapsing into you, head tucked into your shoulder and even then his hips are still jerking into you.

Small huffed whines leaving him as he keeps moving, so blissed and drunk on your pussy that he can’t find it in himself to stop. His cum spilling from you and down onto the bed below, obscene puddle forming under you both. It’s not until you’re wrapping your legs around his waist and holding him flush to your pelvis that he finally stills.

Pressing your lips to his ear, you whisper, “Happy Valentine’s Day.”

“The day’s not done yet,” he bites at your shoulder.

𝒂.𝒏. these will all only be around 3k (if i can contain myself hehe) HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY LOVELIES !!! ❣️

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[kashverse]

Hello!

Im really interested in Choso’s and YN relationship in you Parents AU (that’s what I’m calling it at least). Poor man could use a break from the chaos that is babykuna.

I was wondering if you could write something YN helping him relax after a day of babysitting Sukuna kids. It looks like it’s a lot for him.

what the hell happened with the babies of the gojo and sukuna household? → read here !! what the hell are the cats listening to? → read here !!

choso does not get paid enough for this. in fact, he does not get paid at all. and while he loves his niece—his little princess, his munchkin—he is still just a man. and by that, he means that he has a limit.

today’s adventures in babysitting included two crying toddlers, an overdramatic maine coon mourning the chaos of his life, a tabby cat that looked ready to commit war crimes, and sukuna popping a tylenol like it was a tic tac. he does not know why babytoru and babykuna were beefing over a slide, he just knows that he was the one left carrying a screaming, sand-covered babytoru back to her father while babykuna sniffled against her own dad’s leg, refusing to apologize. and after all of that, after an entire day of unpaid labor, choso finally drags himself home—shoes scuffed, hoodie covered in child fingerprints, mentally and emotionally drained—and nearly drops to his knees in pure joy when he sees you sitting in his living room.

you, his beautiful, ethereal girlfriend, sitting cross-legged on his couch, home after weeks of being away on jobs, looking like a dream. he barely even has the strength to speak, just lets out a breath of relief, shuffling towards you like a war veteran returning home. “long day?” you murmur, cradling an espresso cup in one hand like the wise, all-knowing woman that you are, watching him with mild amusement as he melts onto the couch beside you, face buried in your lap.

“i don’t know how i survived,” he mumbles into the fabric of your sweatpants, clinging to your thighs like a lifeline. “they were fighting. over a slide. babykuna pushed babytoru, she landed face-first in the sand, ruined her ‘loo-wiss vuhee vu-ton’ dress, and then they both started crying.” you hum in understanding, carding your fingers through his hair while taking a slow sip of your espresso. “ah, yes. the pride of youth.”

he groans. “it wasn’t pride. it was war.”

“you are but a man,” you agree sagely.

“i am but a man.” he sighs, body going limp. “but at least i have you.”

choso nuzzles deeper into your lap as if hoping you’ll absorb all the pain from today. you, his beautiful, always-on-the-go girlfriend, who has been hopping between countries for photoshoots and runway shows for weeks now, are finally home, blessing him with your presence. and oh, how he needs it.

“you look nice,” he mumbles against your thigh, voice muffled but full of reverence. “haven’t seen you in sweats in forever. usually, you’re in those fancy dresses or some… couture thing.” you smirk, taking a slow sip of your espresso. “i do wear normal clothes, you know.”

“do you?” he deadpans, lifting his head just enough to meet your gaze. “last time you were here, you had a suitcase full of silk and cashmere.”

“a woman has needs.” you shrug.

“my need is you.” he grumbles, arms tightening around your waist. “in sweats. forever.”

you chuckle, setting your cup down to comb through his hair. “well, lucky you. i’m not leaving for another week.” his grip immediately tightens. “a week?”

“a whole week.”

he groans, melting against you like butter on toast. “best news i’ve heard all day.”

“better than the cats liking ‘creep’ by radiohead?”

“by far.”

you pat his head, the ultimate seal of approval. “now, do you want to keep complaining, or do you want me to kiss you until you forget the traumatic events of today?”

he doesn’t even hesitate. “kiss. immediately.”

[deathofacupid]

a collection of how the jujutsu-kaisen men would spend your birthday with you!

forget subtle hints, with gojo, you accidentally mentioned you liked the packaging of a new line of balenciaga, and now you're swimming in a mountain of designer clothes so high you need a sherpa guide to find your way out. and that's just the pre-party. the main event? a full-blown, disney princess-level ball, complete with a custom-made ice sculpture of your face and a live performance by, like, a real boy band. he even hired a professional choreographer to teach you a waltz, which is slightly awkward since you mostly listen to rock. "surprise!" he'll beam, somehow managing to look even more dazzling than the chandeliers. you're pretty sure he chartered a private jet just to pick up your dress.

geto's all about the chill vibes. he's declared today "national pamper yourself day," which, coincidentally, also happens to be your birthday. he's booked a couples massage (extra aromatherapy, because why not?), curated a selection of the finest teas, and prepared a mountain of your favorite snacks. the afternoon is spent gossiping about everyone you know, including, but not limited to, rogue curses, gojo's latest antics, and the questionable fashion choices of some of the higher-ups. it's pure, unadulterated relaxation, the kind that leaves you feeling like a brand new, incredibly well-informed person.

nanami's birthday celebrations are the epitome of understated elegance. he's reserved a table at the most exclusive restaurant in town, the kind of place where the waiters wear white gloves and the menu doesn't list prices. he's a perfect gentleman, pulling out your chair, complimenting your dress, and engaging you in stimulating conversation (no small talk here). after dinner, he whisks you away to a secret rooftop garden overlooking the city, where you sip champagne under the stars. it's so romantic, you almost forget he's a jujutsu sorcerer who regularly battles terrifying curses. almost.

choso's gift-giving is a delightful mix of heartwarming and slightly terrifying. he's bypassed the whole "buying things" concept entirely, opting instead for a full-on crafting extravaganza. expect a scrapbook filled with pressed flowers, your favorite song lyrics painstakingly handwritten in blood (his, hopefully), and a collection of "ribbon flowers" that look suspiciously like miniature cursed spirits. he's also written you a heartfelt letter, which, upon closer inspection, turns out to be written on the back of a discarded grocery list. it's chaotic, it's weird, but it's undeniably him, and you wouldn't have it any other way.

toji's birthday plan is refreshingly low-key. he's stocked up on enough pizza and 90s action movies to last a week, and he's cleared the living room floor for maximum lounging potential. he might even crack a smile, which, for toji, is equivalent to throwing a parade. it's the perfect evening for you, because honestly, all that fancy stuff is exhausting. plus, you secretly enjoy watching him try to explain the plot of con air to you for the fifth time.

sukuna's approach to birthdays is… complicated. after a lengthy (and likely heated) discussion with uraume about the "human tradition" of birthdays, he reluctantly agrees to participate. he refuses all help, determined to handle this himself. the result is… interesting. he bakes a cake that's vaguely edible (and possibly glowing), crafts a banner that reads "happy… day," and spends the entire evening looking deeply uncomfortable. but then, when you thank him, he gives you a tiny, almost imperceptible nod, and you know that, deep down (really, really deep down), he actually cares. it's a terrifyingly sweet gesture, in its own twisted way.

[itwdoris]

★.

tw; hairy bodies. not revised.

you won't let your hair grow? he asks as you lie back on his chest, comfortable and breathing calmly, enjoying the caresses he makes on your skin. it was an innocent question, it only crossed his mind that he was no longer feeling the little hairs he liked to play with.

maybe. you answered him, soon feeling his strong arms wrap around you and squeeze you against him, a sigh leaving his mouth as he put his face in your neck, he didn't care much about that. then a few weeks later you were all the same, well, his grip remained firm on you, and your little hairs began to appear.

and he just couldn't stop playing with them, pulling them out and running his hand over them to tidy them up again, he seemed so amused, caressing you more than usual, running his hands over your all the time, feeling your skin so soft, so natural, so mature, loving to feel it. he didn't really care, if you didn't want to get rid of them ever again, he'd still be there, also 'cause there was something about eating you like that that drove him wild.

something almost primal, he feels so good, and how your cheeks get too red as he devours your needy clit with his nose buried in your bush? oh, sniffing it. slipping his hands into your panties to play with it, to tease you, making you kneel if you're insecure just to show you, pulling your face against his cock until your nose is against the pretty trail he's let appear more, tight grip on your legs while he's shooting white in your bush.

lets embrace body hair like we embrace him hairy, they'd be totally obsessed with your little hairs nghh ( ◜◝ )

[dreamingkitsunewrites]

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

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

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

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

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

[webism]

guess whos back 😼🪲

ive been thinking so crazy about choso seeing ONE video about how you should treat your partner right on valentines day and then going all out. like im talking three different bouquets because he didn’t want to ask what your favorites were and ruin the surprise. taking you out for breakfast, lunch, AND dinner. he has no concept of overspending bc why shouldn’t you get to spend all his money for even letting him near you. i love choso can you tell

- beetle🪲 anon

me when this is the most canon thing ever because he'd plan a whole day. overplan too like he's on A SCHEDULE and his mission is to make you feel as loved and appreciated and spoilt the entire day (and night) as he possibly can and yes that does mean he stops at no physical or financial end too. GOD he's watching you all the time to make sure you're enjoying yourself and always kissing your knuckles whenever he remembers to because he read that small acts of affection pile up. i think he's very fixated on making sure you know how much he loves you and i think i would die for him

[megumiluvv]

“Oh, by the way, what are you getting your partner for Valentine’s Day?” Choso hears his coworker ask him.

Valentine’s Day. He had almost forgotten. What is he going to get you? Should he plan a date? He can’t, you’re Yuji’s babysitter. He doubts Gojo will let the boy stay the night during Valentine’s of all days. What is he supposed to do?

“Uh, I’ll show you next time I see you.” He quickly covers for his coworker.

“Hah, can’t wait, see you later.”

He can’t believe that the coworker bought that poor excuse. Now he just needs to come up with something. He’s scrolling through his phone when his phone dings. A message from Sukuna.

Of course! How could he forget that he has an uncle? Sukuna can handle watching Yuji for a night, right? As if he has plans anyways. He checks the text from the older male.

“Are you needing a babysitter for tonight or do you not have plans?”

“I was just about to text you.” Choso replies, though he obviously just got the idea. “Can you watch Yuji for the night?”

“I guess, you’re so inconvenient.”

“You messaged me first, uncle.”

He can imagine the scoff his uncle just let out.

“Fine, but if he cries and asks to FaceTime you, it’s not happening.”

“Fine by me, I’m hoping I’ll be too busy to answer anyways.”

“Enjoy your date, wear protection.”

“Don’t be inappropriate, uncle. And thank you.”

With that handled, he hurries home and packs a bag for Yuji. The pink-haired boy enters the apartment with a big grin and a bag full of candy. He had a Valentine’s party in class today.

“Choso, guess what?? Megumi gave me his special present! He said he only gave it to me!” Yuji shows off a small stuffed tiger.

“Aww, that’s sweet, did you have fun?”

“Yeah! Lots and lots of fun! And I have a lottt of candy!”

“I see that. I’ll make sure it’s safe. You’re going to uncle Sukuna’s house tonight.”

“Why?” Yuji tilts his head.

“Because I have plans for Valentine’s Day.”

“Okay!”

Yuji plays with his new stuffed animal and you step into their apartment. The boy’s eyes light up and he runs to you.

“Look look! See what Megumi gave me? He gave it to only me! It’s a tiger!”

“I see, I see, Yuji. It’s amazing.” You reply and ruffle the boy’s hair.

Choso smiles and watches you two interact. Your smile is always full of kindness, so full of affection… Yuji giggles and tries to fix his disheveled hair.

“I’m going to my uncle’s tonight!” Yuji grins.

“Oh? Why’s that?” You tilt your head to Choso.

“I was planning a date for us.” Choso explains.

“Aww, how sweet! I can’t wait to see what you’ve got planned.” You smile to the ravenette.

Sukuna picks up Yuji, and you go to your apartment to dress nicely. Now Choso has another dilemma. Every restaurant he would rather take you to is reservation only tonight. Talk about bad luck. He refuses to go somewhere less than five star, so he quickly sets up his table to look like it’s ready for fine dining.

When you re-enter Choso’s apartment, you smile a bit at the gesture. “Dining in tonight?”

“Sorry, it’s last minute. But I do have some meat ready to be cooked. Anything you want. We can even try making a cake again.” Choso rubs your hips with his thumbs, a little nervous for some reason.

“Hmm, let’s share a pasta. Like that dog movie Yuji watched.”

Choso grins and prepares the pasta while you make a cake. You decide to play some music so the kitchen isn’t silent. An hour later, everything is ready. You let Choso sit you at the table and he takes the seat opposite you. You both share a large plate of pasta and a slice of cake topped with strawberries.

“I think this is nicer than any other date I’ve had for valentines. Most guys just gave me flowers and chocolates and then took me to wherever they wanted for the date.” You think out loud.

“Yeah, this is much nicer than other dates. And we haven’t really had a date since that first one. Since I’ve been busy and Yuji hasn’t really been out of our hands.”

“I haven’t even realized that much time had passed. Feels like no time passes when I’m with you.” You smile.

Choso’s heart flutters. How can you continue to be so perfect, all the time? The two of you wash dishes and the music changes to a slow dance song. Choso dries his hands and offers one to you.

“May I have this dance?”

You grin and take his hand. “You may.”

His other hand meets your waist while yours rests on his shoulder. You keep eye contact as you both sway in the kitchen, soft music filling the moonlit room. The quiet click of heels on the tile matches the beat of the song.

“Thank you for tonight, Choso. You always manage to sweep me off my feet, no matter what you do. Cooking dinner with you and sharing it is more intimate than some restaurant, and I appreciate it more.” You smile as he pulls you closer.

“I should be thanking you for agreeing to everything last minute. I honestly forgot what today was until a coworker talked about it.” He huffs out of annoyance of himself.

“Things are worth waiting for if it’s you. Last minute or not, I’m glad to spend Valentine’s with you.”

“…you’re an angel after my heart.”

“Would you let me have it?” You giggle.

“Gladly.”

You both smile and share a kiss, lips pressing and molding each other’s as if they were made to connect. He carries you to his room, ready to celebrate Valentine’s Day in a different way with you.

Happy Valentine’s Day!! ᰔᩚ

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[purityberry]

*ೃ༄ Stupidly Jealous!

synopsis: texts where the jjk men are unreasonably jealous!

features: gojo, megumi, yuji, nanami, choso, takuma

[reverd-ck]

valentines with choso <3

wc: 1.5k (i yapped too hard)

cw: kms exaggeration/joke

Choso knew he liked you the moment you walked into class.

He knew he was in love with you the moment you sat beside him. Asked for his name. Got his number. All of that.

Seriously, when was the last time a girl he knew from no where asked him for stuff like this? And a pretty one at that?

He couldn’t help but have you in his mind from time to time. 

And you couldn’t either.

He was, objectively, cute. You loved his hairstyle instantly when you saw it. Spacebuns?! In a university class? Sign me up. 

You soon began loving more parts of him the more time you spent with him. The tattoo on the bridge of his nose? The rough eyebags? You hoped he didn’t catch you staring all the time, because holy this man was hot.

You were intrigued. You wanted to know more about him, so you talked to him.

Was it a talking stage? Or did he think of you guys as just friends? Is it normal to be enjoying someone’s company this much? 

You both had your own friends, and your own social circles. But as you and Choso grew closer, they slowly realized what was going on.

His friends were jealous that he got a girl before them, no matter how many times Choso tried to insist you guys weren’t dating. Your friends were ecstatic over the fact that you finally tried seeking a relationship, no matter how many times you said you guys were “just friends.”

But the teasing of your friends didn’t drive you guys apart. It didn’t make you guys be embarrassed to hang out with the other. It might of even made you like each other more.

So when the chill of fall slowly turned into the biting cold of winter, you found yourself coming over and hanging out at his place a lot, and the same vice versa. 

Watching movies, laughing together. On one occasion, you did Choso’s unique hairstyle for him and you put little stickers and hairclips on him. The picture of him in the cute little get up was secretly your home screen wallpaper. It was too cute, him wearing a scrunched up expression because of the tackiness of the accessories. 

Your friends say that you’re dumb as hell.

His friends say that he’s an idiot.

Just about anyone could see the romantic tension between you two, yet neither you nor Choso would admit it out loud to each other. Left to pine in “secret”. 

₊˚⊹♡

Soon enough, February 14th was getting a little too close, and you were panicking if you should ask Choso out.

That was basically a confession. And you didn’t want to make the first step. What if he thought of you guys as only friends? What if the teasing from his friends were just a joke? 

You spent a lot of the time in your day overthinking. Choso saw during the classes you had together, you always seemed preoccupied with something in your head, and never really looking at him directly in the eyes for more than a few seconds.

Now he was overthinking. Did you not like him anymore?

The class was spent with you two together in silence, staring into the polished wood of the desk, lost in your own thoughts.

Thursday, February 13th felt like you had the most pressure in your life. It felt more than just 4 assignments all due on the same day. It felt more than two tests back to back that you didn’t study for.

You decided that you were going to ask him out. You were going to be brave, say “Do you want to be my valentine?” on text, then power off your phone and bury yourself alive.

A great plan. Foolproof, maybe. 

But what would you do after? If he said yes, you didn’t even have any chocolates or teddy bears to give, and now you just seem like a total loser and a leech. 

But what if he said no? Now, you just lost a valuable friendship and someone who made going through each day just a little easier.

You flopped down onto your bed. It was so tiring, thinking and planning and worrying. 

Yes, you needed to think this through. But now, you should just go to sleep and be indecisive in the morning, and not late at night. That was way more doable than asking someone out.

Choso, on the other hand, was in the same predicament as you.

Same “What if?’s”, same “But’s ” were also plaguing Choso’s brain. But Choso was more prepared. He already had his chocolates, with the same brand you loved. He had his small plushie, which was your favorite animal. It was annoying to get them, as he needed to hide them from his peeking friends and, of course, you.

Yet, he had no plan on how to present them to you, and how to even ask you. Would he just go blunt? No, that will make it seem like he put zero effort into it and just wanted someone with him on Valentines Day. A long, heartfelt message would be too tacky, but it would certainly be romantic, only if you returned the feelings. It would be awfully embarrassing if you didn’t like him in the first place.

He covered his face in his hands. Seriously, why did it have to be so hard?

He should man up, for gods sake. Just ask you and get on with his day, whether or not you said no or yes. Rejection is something everybody should experience. 

But he couldn’t take rejection, especially not from you. He didn’t want to take the risk of losing the friendship that was so precious to both of you guys.

But he bought the chocolates. And he already liked you for about 5 months.

It was now or never.

₊˚⊹♡

Choso was about to kill himself. 

Sorry, exaggeration. He was about to bash his head against the wall.

He sent the text. Dear God, why did he send that? And why did he let it just stay? Why didn’t he just unsend it right away? 

Was it for the hopes that you would actually get to see it? 

Well, now it was too late to go back. The text message is forever engraved into the data of his phone and yours. 

Stupid, stupid text message. Did his fingers have to hit send?

It was supposed to be him practicing sending that. Type out the message, then delete it. Paraphrase his sentences before actually sending it. 

There was no possible way he sent a text message that looked that desperate.

Choso slouched onto his bed and groaned, throwing his phone across his desk.

It had already been 15 minutes. That dragged into another hour. Then two hours. Then it was almost midnight and you still haven’t even opened the message yet.

Choso was panicking internally. You would’ve checked your messages at least once during the four hours that had passed. 

Have you already read the message by looking at the notification? Were you so disgusted by the fact he asked you out that you completely neglected to respond?

His hands were in his hair, pulling at the shoulder-length strands. 

Seriously, how much of a dumbass did he have to be?

He couldn’t sleep much that night. He was half awake, overthinking and looking over to see if his phone screen had lit up. But it was always just a random notification, coming from an app Choso barely used anymore. He sighed and turned his phone off, spending the rest of the night not catching a wink of sleep.

₊˚⊹♡

Luckily for you, he asked first.

And luckily for him, you agreed.

You only saw his message in the morning of Valentines. Of course, you immediately replied yes, saving Choso from spending another sleepless hour after seeing his message get left on delivered.

The few seconds after replying to that message felt a little unreal. You collapsed onto your bed, unable to stop smiling. 

You did it.

You were going on a date with one of the best people you knew. The one you not-so silently chased all these months.

Life was perfect right now. You didn’t want anything to change, not after this one.

₊˚⊹♡

Six PM. Friday. 

To say you were excited wouldn’t be accurate.

Actually, it was more of a jittery nervousness. 

You wondered why, actually. Why were you nervous meeting up with a guy you were friends with for almost this whole year?

He opened the door before you could finish gathering your thoughts. 

You looked up. 

Perfect.

He was perfect, just like how you saw him your first class the day you met. Perfect, with his signature hairstyle, never once changing it. He looked the same as if this was just a regular hangout you guys had almost everyday.

As if it’s anything like that.

You greeted him nervously and stepped inside.

He returned the favor, looking just as bit as awkward as you felt. 

Shit, what if confessing to you made you guys as awkward as strangers now? 

But it didn’t.

The rest of the night went smoothly with him. The one you were half-chasing since the start of the school year. 

You couldn’t be anymore happier. 

And Choso couldn’t either.

a/n

happy valentines day guys!!

got lazy writing the last part

and it got way too long so i had to delete some parts of it

thx for reading sigmas!

dividers by @.enchanthings-a @.saradika-graphics

[lovelivision]

A VERY SPECIAL VALENTINE'S ! ♡‧₊˚﹒

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎❣️ 𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗒 𝗏𝖺𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗍𝗂𝗇𝖾'𝗌 𝖽𝖺𝗒 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗆𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗅𝗂𝖾𝗌 !! ‎ ‎ 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗎𝗉 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝗅𝗌 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝗍𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗂𝗍 𝗂𝗌 (´∀｀；)

‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎‎‎ˋ°•*⁀➷ status... 𝗂𝗇 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌

❥ summary... how are you spending this valentine's with your partner and why is it definitely delicious ??

warnings.ᐟ ── 18+ only, smut, specific warnings will be included in individual posts <3 this all won't be up in time for valentine's but i will do my best to get them out following the few days after !!

𝒊. 𝙠𝙖𝙢𝙤 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙤 ( ♡ ) — rose petals and lingerie

𝒊𝒊. 𝙛𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙤 𝙩𝙤𝙟𝙞 ( ♡ ) — stolen flowers and chocolate

𝒊𝒊𝒊. 𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙜𝙪𝙧𝙪 ( ♡ ) — new and pink

𝒊𝒗. 𝙜𝙤𝙟𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙪 ( ♡ ) — fluffy and cuffed

[lazyjellyfish300]

I mean 👀👀🥵🥵

CANDY SHOP

horny and inexperienced, choso stumbles across a sex shop nearby. little did he know his purchase of a toy would include more than stellar customer service.

FEATURING: choso kamo x fem! sex store worker

CONTENTS: 18+ content, MDNI. non canon compliant/au, smut, use of a toy, sorta kinda public, orgasm denial, submissive choso, use of mistress

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

AUTHOR’S NOTE: i love pathetic men (ᵔᴥᵔ)

“welcome to arousal zone.”

you stood behind the counter with a playboy magazine in hand, chewing cherry flavored gum while haphazardly flipping through a couple of the pages. anything that helped pass the slow shift faster.

working at a sex store on the outskirts of tokyo hadn’t been exactly what you’d wrote down on your five year plan—but it paid the bills. once you removed the occasional frat boy that stumbled in buying an anal plug as a gag, the job wasn’t too bad.

you looked over to see the pale man stepping foot into the store—immediately looking out of his element. he gawked at the selection available at the front like a zoo exhibit, staring at anything and everything that he could take in before making his way further into the shop.

choso roamed the halls of the store like a lost puppy—staring at all the different toys outlining the shelves. cock rings. fluffy handcuffs. pocket puss- choso nearly cracked his neck with how fast he did a double take, eagerly placing the box in his hands. he began reading through it, sticking it under his arm when he finished.

along with a waterproof vibrator. until he realized.. he had no idea how any of this shit worked.

“excuse me,” he walked up to the counter with the two items in tow, meeting your bored expression when you looked up from the magazine.

“do you have any tips for any toys… or how they work?” he rubbed the back of his neck, a sheepish expression on his face at the question. you raised a brow, leaning across the counter. not missing the way his gaze went down to your chest.

“well it usually depends on what you’re into, but i can give you a hands-on demonstration if you’d like.”

which is how you found yourself locked in the cramped fitting room, rubbing your palm across the stranger’s hardening cock. “lemme see the toys you picked out,” you snagged the boxes up before eyeing each piece, deciding to unbox the vibrator.

“so this one has four modes—each one more intense than the last,” you explained, your fingers tracing the outline of his cock. you looked up from the manual to see him gulp, a devilish smile appearing on your lips. “don’t worry, i’ll take care of you.”

you flipped the switch on, the wand vibrating in your hand, “though i gotta say, you’re desperate. letting me do this and i don’t even know your name.” his cock visibly twitched the moment you pressed the tip against the tent in his pants.

“d’ya want to know my name?” the man asked through shaky breaths, his chest starting to heave. he unzipped his pants, lowering them down to his thighs before speaking up again, his cock leaking onto the patch of hair going up his stomach.

before you had the chance to respond, he quickly spoke up, “choso, my name’s choso.”

“choso,” you tested the name on your tongue, a moan leaving his lips when you did. you slowly started to move the vibrator against his hard cock, watching the man grow even more and more sensitive.

“more,” he looked over at you with big, pleading eyes that almost made you want to agree.

“try that again,” you clicked your tongue, pulling the vibrator away completely. you dragged your manicured nail down his happy trail, pulling away before you reached the trimmed patch of hair at the base.

choso racked his brain as he tried to figure out what you wanted to hear, deciding to go with the next best option, “give me more, please. i’ll do whatever you want me to do, accept whatever. just give me more.”

“that’s it, there you go,” you placed the vibrator against his shaft yet again, moving to the second level of intensity. your hands moved down to his sac, holding them in your palm before starting to gently move them in your hold.

“ngh-fuck!” choso was reduced to a puddled mess, gripping onto the ends of the dressing room bench. you switched over to the last level without much of a warning, feeling his thighs quiver underneath you.

he tried—he really did. try to think of anything else other than the impending orgasm. thought about the wretched smell wafting off his brother’s back. thought about the questionable things he’d encountered during his late night wanks. but to no avail.

it was shameful how quickly just a couple of your words and the vibrator had him this close.

"lemme cum," choso whined, his cock twitching with every buzz of the vibrator that jolted against his shaft. drop after drop of precum fell onto your hand as he approached his climax, his balls growing heavy.

"i don't know, you were being a little impatient there, baby. we talked about this," you cooed, cruelly pulling the vibrator away just right before he had the chance to cum. a loud whine left his lips, bucking his hips to try to get any friction. to try to get anything.

“p-please mistress. make me c-cum,” choso’s voice cracked, quickly correcting his mistake. you pressed the vibrator two times, lowering the intensity before pressing it against his sensitive cock. rubbing his own pre with the wand like lube.

“see what happens when you ask nicely,” you mused, leaning in and pressing an open-mouthed kiss on the side of his neck that had him shivering. gently suctioning the skin between your lips, leaving him with a purple-red reminder of your time together. “but fine, i promised to take care of you after all.”

choso came within seconds of you increasing the vibration against him again, a pathetic and desperate moan leaving his lips, “right there, mistress. right there, please please don’t stop.” rope after rope of cum landed over his pants and thighs, a couple droplets managing to land on your fingers.

his eyes were locked on the way you stuck your pointer in between your lips, watching intently as you swirled your tongue around it to collect every drop. it had him wondering what you’d do to his cock if given enough time. “leave a couple seconds after,” you broke his fantasy, getting up from your spot and setting the vibrator down.

discreetly leaving the dressing room like it was all a dirty secret. and as the post nut clarity started to hit—hard (almost nearly as hard as him after that sinful imagery), he started to feel like a dirty secret.

choso took a couple seconds to gather his breath, pulling his pants up and stuffing the vibrator back in its box before making his way over to the register.

"come again soon," he didn’t miss your innuendo, scrambling to pick up his bag as soon as the receipt printed. he left the store with his cheeks slightly flushed and his zipper down, a couple white stains marking the black material of his jeans.

about as subtle as a bull in a china shop.

you turned to look at the next customer in line, a balding middle aged man with a gold ring sparkling on his finger, “can i help you?”

"can i get the same service that he got?"

[lilacxquartz]

jjk x reader: their love language 💓

scenario: how they would show you they love you — included: satoru gojo, choso kamo, kento nanami & shoko ieiri — themes: fluff, romance, established relationships, slightly suggestive content — w.c: under 400 words each • masterlist • on ao3

a/n: valentines weekend! so, today is jjk themed 🫶

Satoru Gojo: [Touch]

For a man with a schedule as hectic and overwhelming as his own, Satoru always, no matter what, made some extra time for you. He could be at the verge of collapse with his eyelids drooping shut, but he’d always—without fail—find a way to keep you involved.

For the better part, the bulk of his perverted little teasing texts were largely all talk—not because he enjoyed leaving you hanging—but due to being physically spent by the end of the day. When it could happen though? What a bonus that was—what an absolute treat.

He’d otherwise wrap his arms right around you, holding onto you so very tight; his lips pressing against the crook of your neck, refusing to part. Satoru would pull you close to him, reeling your back against his chest, caging you in however he could.

Sometimes, you’d fall asleep just like this, with you being his place of comfort. His safe space, but, should he have enough stamina for the day, then he’d make you both feel good.

Satoru, after all, if he could get his hands on you—all around you—would not be able to stop at just a simple touch. His affection would linger and seek to mingle with any sort of potential pleasure because you were just that perfect in his eyes.

But again, it wasn’t the only thing.

Above the heat that he felt for you, he was also just content with the warmth you provided, whatever form that took place in.

~~~

Choso Kamo: [Quality Time]

Choso, who was still very new to embracing humanity, was even more inexperienced when it came to the concept of romantic relationships. All he had ever known before was a platonic and protective sort of love, which by the way—did carry onto you for the most part—but then he started to love you differently.

For a while, any sort of physical touch, however, was overwhelming for him and he proposed the compromise of taking it slowly with you out of a deep-rooted fear of accidentally hurting you. You’d instead sit with each other in the same space, just quietly attending to your own things, getting used to each other’s company.

After a while, too, he began to get more comfortable with you and he’d hold onto your hand tighter, or the hugs he gave would linger. Despite this, he never once rushed you, letting anything physical beyond that reach fall into place naturally.

Organically.

In short, he simply just loved you by being with you.

It was all he ever wanted and craved.

~~~

Kento Nanami: Communication

Kento was a surprisingly nervous man outside of his cool work demeanour. You and him were both sorcerers who both worked in a dangerous profession, so he developed an anxious habit of fussing and worrying about you over the years.

As such, Kento developed an almost compulsive need with needing to know what you were doing, no matter how mundane. At first, he thought that he was overbearing, but to his surprise and comfort, you informed him that you didn’t even mind! What joy! Ever since then, he was an always lurking, constant presence in your life.

Every morning, if you had different missions, he’d ask you for a good morning selfie, or if you were making breakfast, he wanted the partial process and the end result. Even when you were doing your skincare or just reading a book, he always wanted to know what it was that his perfect wife was up to.

Beyond that, he loved listening to you talk.

Should you share the bed on a rare night together, then he could spend hours listening to you ramble away.

He’d be disappointed when you stopped, of course, but then he’d get to hold you throughout the night when you were all talked out.

And safe in his arms.

~~~

Shoko Ieiri: Acts of Service

Admittedly, Shoko became a sorcerer for monetary reasons. There was nothing quite like the salary of a sorcerer and she was in extreme demand with her reverse cursed technique. Throughout the years however, even despite her pricy habits, she never really had a chance to spoil herself.

So, when you came along, it was the first thing that she did. Right away, she knew that she wanted to spoil the hell out of you.

This wouldn’t be just limited to just money, though, oh no, no. She would massage you, daily, after missions and cook you dinner if she had the energy. She’d spend ages just holding you, running lazy circles along your skin (and at times, between your thighs and even further than that).

What came to her as the biggest surprise, however, was when you started matching her in that same way. Suddenly, she was the spoiled one with flowers showing up in the med bay for her, or her lunch being packed or paid for. She’d often find a hot bath waiting for her when she got home or sometimes you’d treat her to a spa night, taking care of her skincare for when she was too tired to do so.

It was little things like that that helped her feel so important and of course, she knew you felt the same way.

The two of you were in fact, perfect for each other from the very start.

[m-ayo-o]

Thinking of Choso who accidentally finds your g spot n makes u squirt :3

"Baby, what's this?" His fingers slide into your soaked pussy one more time, causing your legs to shake.

"It's- it's my.. g-spot.."

"G-spot?" He repeats, "What does that do?"

His fingers glide into you again, nestling right in the perfect spot. He's never going to forget exactly where to touch you to get this reaction.

"J-just.. feels good.." you reply between heavy breaths.

"Ok.." his brain ticks over for a moment and his fingers keep working.

He gets a certain look on his face, as if he just got a great idea.

"what if I.." he mumbles and trails off, as his lips make contact with your clit. He starts kissing you here, teasing you and licking your clit as his fingers continue burying themselves into your g spot over and over.

"ahh-- hahh... Choso.. I'm.. I'm going to--"

He can feel you getting closer, just like always, but he wasn't anticipating this.

"Choso--!!" You scream and grip the sheets, squeezing your eyes shut in embarrassment as you're pretty sure you just...

Yep.. you peek open your eyes to see you squirted.

"Baby...?"

He looks confused to start with, then pleased as he realises just how amazing that felt for you.

He pulls his fingers out of you slowly and unzips his jeans, rubbing your liquid all over his cock.

"Thanks"

[ridingthatd]

your boyfriends fat cock was so sensitive, his mushroomy red tip was leaking with white precum dripping down to the thickness of his cock that was surrounded with veins pumping with blood. he had a hairy happy trail connecting his belly button to his delicious dick.

he was looking down at you with heavy eyes filled with lust as you place a gentle wet kiss on his angry fat tip. his hips immediately thrust into your mouth as a reflex begging for more. "mmmmm-! baby please-".

you coo at him before circling his clit with your wet tongue licking every drop of precum before sucking his tip inside your mouth with a sloppy pop. you knew how crazy it drove him when you suck his sensitive tip like that.

his head drop into the coach while his veiny hands rest on his face trying to hide the lewd faces he's making as he whines hips shuttering the harder you suck. your other hand start trailing to his balls squeezing them in your soft hands.

your boyfriend gasp as he feels his cock hitting the back of your throat he couldn't help the whiney pleading that left his mouth. and you couldn't hell the way your wet pussy was basically humping his leg.

you feel his rough hands gripping on you'd hair trying to pull you back. "baby-! nghhh- pull back i feel weird-". his eyes widen as he feels the sudden urge to piss everywhere at how sensitive his cock was.

but that only motivate you to suck his cock harder, squeezing your throat as tight as you were squeezing his balls. "stop-! ahhhhh mmmmm I'm going to piss- stop!". your boyfriend moan out the pleasure shooting up his abdomen before you feel a hot liquid gushing down your throat.

your eyes roll back moaning on his cock at the taste while your boyfriend lays down beneath you twitching after you sucked the life out of him.

[takuma-talkz]

Grunge and Emo just Fuck so well!

Takuma Ino x Fem!reader x Choso Kamo

warnings: P->V, blowjobs (m! receiving), praise/degradation, bisexual! Ino, bisexual! Choso, Switch! Ino, Dom! Choso, spanking, SKIN COLOR NEUTRAL, Writen with a chubby reader in mind but anyone can read

College!AU (Kinda)

based off a Drabble I wrote a while back ago

For my alpha sigmas @takumasimp and @bitchkay

Requested by the beautiful @shineyhoneytears and the darling @issa-thot-process and @littlemissfix-itfic

”Oh, fuck—!” You moan as Choso strikes your ass. Takuma laughs in your face as he squeezes the reddening flesh.

“So fucking hot, babe.” Takuma whispered in your ear as Choso spanked you again, making you whimper.

Your ass is all red, bruised and sooo theirs for the taking. Takuma runs a hand over one of your cheeks, while Choso moves to sit in front of you. He takes your chin in his grip and squishes your cheeks together.

“So hot, but so fucking naughty.” There’s a rough edge in his voice. He’s so mean to you, all you did was talk to another guy at the party.

Then again, you were planning to hook-up with the guy.

But your two best friends, Takuma and Choso didn’t quite like that. It spiraled into whole argument between the three of you, until you said something that you now regret.

‘You guys are just jealous because he could probably fuck me better than you guys can.’

And now you’re feeling the amount of frustration that YOU caused.

“Yeah, fuck. Sucking me so good, baby.” Takuma sets a hand on your head as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

You moan as Choso continues his assault on your lower end, he stopped spanking you and switched to eating out from the back.

Big, pale hands spreading your cheeks and thighs as he runs his pierced tongue up and down your panties. You whimper as Choso’s hand reaches up and tweak your nipple. You sputter on Takuma’s dick, pulling off of him.

But Takuma tightened his grip on your hair and thrusted back into your mouth.

“Oh no you don’t. You’re gonna take what we give you and you’re gonna take it like a good girl.” Takuma works your head like a fleshlight, you gag and sputter all over Takuma’s balls that slap against your chin.

Choso places a hand on your throat, feeling Takuma’s cock make your throat bulge. Choso gave Takuma a look and he nodded.

Removing his dick from your throat, you cough and dig your fingers so desperately into Choso’s sheets.

“You—fucker! You could have killed me!” You weakly slap his thigh, which now that you look at it, his thighs are thick as fuck!

But that thought doesn’t stop the utter burning sensation of Choso’s thick cock sliding into you.

“Cho—!” You reach back to still his hips. He tsked and held your arms at your sides. He gave your wrists a good squeeze before thrusting at a steady pace.

“Ah~Mhm—gah!” Your moaning was interrupted by the feeling of Takuma’s resting on your face. The ‘plap, plap’ of Choso’s hips against yours had you slipping.

Into that sweet, sweet subspace.

Takuma holds your hair in a tight grip as you plant open-mouthed kisses on his cock.

You take his cock back into your mouth and use your previous traces of saliva to easily deepthroat him.

Your body clenched around Choso when you heard both of them groaned in pleasure.

All because of you<3

Choso released your arms and pressed a hand on your back, arching it into his thrust and gripped the back of Takuma’s neck.

He pulls the other man into a searing, intense kiss. You can sloppy, wet sounds they’re making above you. Takuma’s moans coupled with Choso’s groans make you so quick to come.

Choso grunts, “Shit—!”

He pulls out of you. You’re pulled off of Takuma’s dick by Choso.

“You’re still on our shit list. Now, you can watch as we get each other off.” Choso set you down on the bed again and pulled Takuma for a kiss.

Now you have to watch as your boys enjoy each other while you sit with an impending orgasm.

You definitely learned your lesson.

A/N: Nom chew chew nom

can one of you fanfic angels pleaseeeee write some takuma ino x choso x reader smut I'm begging you!!!!