#choso is so cute

[jinns-anime-shit]

You and Choso are good friends and both live at Jujutsu high as you share “custody” of Yuji.

One night Choso has a nightmare and instantly thinks of you and how comforting you are to him, and so he crawls out of his bed and shuffles down the hall to your room.

He quietly opens the door and stands in the doorway for a moment, observing how peaceful and deep you seem to be in sleep.

His heart breaks at the thought of accidentally waking you, but he’s too scared to go back to his room and the nightmares that linger there.

So he decides to gently crawl onto the bed and lay on the covers, careful not to bother you as he settles down.

He does briefly consider how you might react, but then his mind flashes to the curse in his dreams and he guiltily settles down to sleep.

He’s curled up next to your side, just barely resting his head on your arm.

He almost instantly falls asleep in your company, finding your existence and closeness alone to be all the comfort he needs.

You wake up first, and almost immediately tense at the sound of someone lightly snoring beside you.

You glance over and your eyes fall onto Choso’s face, which is scrunched up in a dream as he sleeps.

Your cheeks warm at the sight, but you quickly notice his shaking body.

He’d slept without any covers, just his clothes, and your massive fan is blowing harsh, cold air right at him.

You attempt to get up to grab him a blanket, but a hand grips onto your arm as you move.

You look down and watch as Choso yawns and opens his eyes, his cheeks heating immediately when he realizes he’s been caught.

“Y/n!” he says quickly, scrambling to push himself up. “I-I didn’t- I’m sor- I just-“

“Choso,” you say, gently resting a hand on his arm, “it’s okay. I’m not mad, okay? Did something happen?”

Choso sighs briefly, looking down and fidgeting with the sheets below him before slowly nodding.

“Can you tell me so I can try to help?”

“I just…had a bad dream…” he replies, embarrassment flooding his features.

“I’m sorry,” you say, giving him a soft smile. “It’s not quite morning yet, why don’t you slip under the sheets and get some more rest, okay?”

Choso nods but hesitates, his eyes staying stuck on the sheets.

“Choso?”

“Will you stay?” he blurts out, more heat flooding his face. “I…you comfort me.”

You let a small smile come to your lips as you nod, patting the bed beside you for him to slip under and lay down.

Choso does so quickly, instantly finding relief from the cold fan as he lets the layers of sheets and blankets fall on him.

You lay down yourself and turn to face him, and he does the same to face you with a shy smile.

“Th-thank you,” he replies softly, his eyelids already drooping as another yawn comes over him.

“Of course, Choso. I’ll do anything I can to help you.”

More heat comes to his cheeks as he nods, and he looks into your eyes as you nervously bite your lip.

“Choso?”

“Yes?”

“Can I…cuddle you?” you ask quietly, and his eyes widen as his mouth drops open slightly, but he quickly nods his head and lifts an arm up invitingly.

“Thank you,” you reply, taking a deep breath as you settle in, snuggled up against his chest.

“Anything for you,” he replies, nuzzling his cheek against the top of your head.

You smile at his action before moving your head to look at him.

Choso’s brows furrow in confusion as you bite your lip again, a shy smile on your lips now.

You slip a hand up to cup his cheek, grazing your thumb over the soft skin there as you look into his eyes.

“I like you, Choso,” you say, giving him a tired smile.

He blinks rapidly before lifting a hand and pinching his shoulder.

Your brows furrow this time, confused as to why he did that.

“Y/n,” he says slowly, eyes nervously scanning your features, “this isn’t another dream that I’m going to wake up from, is it?”

“A dream?” you question, propping yourself up on an elbow to better look at him. “Why would you think this is a dream?”

“B-because…” he says, words trailing from his lips as he glances down. “Well, I just…I like you. A lot. A-and I’ve wanted to hold you like this for a long time now. A-and I never…well I didn’t expect you to like someone…like me…”

“Oh, Choso,” you say, your thumb stroking his cheek again, “you’re the most amazing person I’ve ever met. And if you give me a chance, I’m sure I’ll fall in love with you…more than I already am.”

Choso’s eyes widen at your words, and he reaches out his hand to mimic you and cup your cheek.

You lean into his palm, slowly closing your eyes with a sigh and content smile gracing your lips.

Choso swallows hard, whispering your name out to get your attention.

When you look at him, he’s glancing down and nervously tapping his fingers on the bed.

“C-can I kiss you?” he asks, his words barely audible with the noise of the fan and how quiet he spoke.

Your cheeks warm again but you reach out and touch the bottom of his chin with two fingers, a smile resting on your lips.

“I would love that, Choso,” you reply, and he blinks a few times, letting your answer register before he cautiously moves forward, capturing your lips with his.

You feel him melt into the kiss, and you resist the urge to smile, not wanting to break the moment.

He’s gentle, cautious, and loving with the way he kisses you, and you can’t imagine anything or anyone more perfect than him.

When you pull back, his eyes are filled with love and adoration, and complete shock that he actually got to kiss you, his crush.

You giggle slightly and give him another quick peck before kissing his nose, after which you snuggle back into his chest as he slowly wraps his arms back around you.

“I-I think I love you, y/n,” he whispers, resting his cheek back on your head.

“I think I love you too, Choso,” you reply, “I’ve liked you for long enough that it’s probably evolved to that level.”

“I think I fell in love with you when I first laid eyes on you,” he says, and you nuzzle your nose into his chest, taking another deep breath and letting his scent envelop you.

“I think I did too,” you reply before falling back asleep.

[yourlocalmintgelato]

Choso

He always looks like some tired college student who doesn't want to be here and it's probably why I like his character so much

[cobraisveryhorny]

@an-ever-angry-bi hehe thank u for tagging me 🤭

could you write about who you think are the most touch/affection-starved of the jjk boys? the thought of them crumbling at the slightest touch and savoring every second with us makes me 🥴🥴🥴

▷ Delicate

Sypnosis . Men who fold under your touch. / Pairings . (Separate) Nanami x f!reader, Choso x f!reader, Ino x f!reader / Content . afab!reader, established relationships, fluff, begging men, sensitive men, soft sex, filth, dirty talk, etc. / wc . 4.8k

A/N: Grieving over the loss of my man right now-- Gege I hate you and the air that you breathe. This was going to include more men but due to the loss of my lover, my mood was ruined and I couldn’t finish what I had for the others… Anyway, not proof-read, hope you enjoy! ^.^ [MDNI]

★ Nanami Kento

While it may be a bit... unexpected, yes, Nanami is sensitive to your touch. Each one lingers on his skin, seeps through his clothing, and tattoos itself onto him.

He's a very stoic and, usually, stern man but when it comes to you, he's almost like putty under your touch. It's intoxicating really, the way you're always caressing his arms, grabbing his hand to hold when the two of you walk or even during sex.

You're quite the touchy woman and Nanami can't say he doesn't love that about you.

When he comes home after a long day of work, you'd rush to the door to greet him, dressed in your comfort clothes from head to toe with that bright smile of yours latched to your face. Your hands are on him instantly, helping him rid himself of his coat, his tie, hell, even his shoes sometimes if you're feeling enthusiastic enough.

It's cute really. The way you help him undress as soon as he steps into the house, asking him how his day was and reciprocating with a not-so-eventful tale of your day. He's listening to your every word though, hanging off every syllable even, but you don't notice it.

Even as you guide him toward the kitchen to show him a surprise dinner you'd whipped up, you're rambling about something concerning your cooking process and he's hearing every word but, the way your fingers slip down his arms, curl around his wrist to pull him along, release him and then press into his chest to stop him from walking-- it was truly alluring.

Nanami swears he wasn't always this sensitive to touch. He doesn't know why exactly his heart swells in while you keep your hand flat on his chest, your attention on some nearby pot as you continue to talk.

You were explaining something but he'd stopped listening, his eyes all over the side of your face and soon trailing to your arm, and then to the hand you've got on him.

Nanami's hand would be moving before he even realizes, slipping so gracefully to your wrist and moving your hand off of him just to lean down a bit and plant a loving kiss across your knuckles.

"And then I almost-," His sudden kiss would make your brain freeze, head whirling in his direction to see your husband planting peck after peck before he shifts your hand to cup the side of his face and then meets your gaze.

Those gentle brown eyes of his would be so sappy and soft with you, filled with a love you can hardly comprehend as he rests his head against your palm, grinning at you. What a handsome man you've married.

You couldn't be happier as you look at him, even with the sigh that leaves you, "Kento..."

His brows would raise ever so slightly, "Hm?"

"Did you hear anything I just said?" You'd huff out. And there's this slight frustration in your voice but he loves it anyway, completely and utterly smitten for you no matter the situation.

Nanami nods, just barely, before turning his head and kissing the inside of your palm, "Mhm," He hums casually, "You were telling me how you almost burned our kitchen down."

"Yes, and..." Your eyes narrow at the man, watching how he just kisses and kisses your palm, almost as though he couldn't pull himself away, "Ken..." Your hand slips a bit and you caress his face, "Are you okay?"

His hand, much veinier and larger than yours, would come up and cup yours over his face, "Yes, yes, I'm fine. Your touch is just so... soft."

That earns a smile from you, "Is it?" You'd giggle amid your question, eyes lowering at the man before you.

"Yes, it is," Nanami responds simply. Then he begins moving your hand to the side of his neck and his head tilts as he looks at you, stepping closer and closing the slight space between you and him, "I love how gentle it is, how loving, how caring."

"Oh?" Your smile widens and you move your other hand away from the, now forgotten, pot and it goes toward the buttons of his shirt, "Should I start touching you more then?"

"I implore you to, yes," Nanami huffs out, his body leaning toward yours.

You bring your lower lip into your mouth and tip your head a bit, one hand toying with the buttons of his shirt and the other caressing the side of his neck, "Since when has my touch had you this... pleading," You question, words coming out slow as his eyes drop to your lips.

Your husband takes his other hand and grabs a careful hold onto your wrist, dragging your hand further down his body and making you feel against his abs through his clothing as he leans closer to you. His free hand then moves to your waist and he tugs you to him, closing any and all space left.

"Always," Nanami confesses to you, "Your touch makes me weak, sweetheart." He explains with that gentle yet deep voice of his, always so soft when speaking to you.

You smile, "Weak?"

"Yes, weak," Nanami whispers in agreement with a steady nod of his head, eyes doting on every aspect of your facial expression.

The man was so in love and his poured out of his every gaze, brown eyes lingering on your lips long enough to silently tell you what he wanted. So, your hand steadily undoes the first button on his shirt, moving your other hand from his neck to assist yourself.

Your eyes on his the entire time, you unbutton at least four buttons before taking a finger and grazing his bare chest, watching how his breathing stutters from something so light.

Smiling, "This, Kento..." Your voice is small in a sultry whisper as you drag your finger down and down until you pass his torso and reach the hem of his pants, "This makes you, weak?" You as tauntingly just before you begin unbuckling his belt.

His heart rate quickens and he swallows loud enough for you to hear, sighing as his head weighs to the side a little, "Hahh, yes, my love," Nanami tells you, face inclining down to your own.

Your gaze and his meet and the eye contact is heavy with tension, your fingers working his belt loose before you're teasing him by just barely unbuttoning his pants and making sure your fingers caress the area below his abdomen.

Nanami's lips twitch and so badly does he want to kiss you but he's too busy hanging off the slow words leaving your lips.

"Who would've thought?" You utter, smiling at your husband, "A serious man like you crumbling to your wife's small touches."

He tilts his head further and his lips are practically on yours as he speaks, "Small or not... they're touches from my wife." He emphasises just before giving you but a small peck on the lips.

You hum, "I suppose."

And then you're finally kissing him, lips molding into one another and his body melting to the feel of you. Oh how Nanami loves the way your lips part for his tongue to push through, the way you kiss him back with just as much passion as he approaches you with, and how warm and savory the inside of your mouth is.

Soft smacks emit from the two of your lips sliding over one another, your husband nipping at your lower lip and quick to kiss you like it's the last thing he'll ever do. Then his hands are grabbing a firm hold of your waist, silently telling you that you're his to hold and touch however he feels.

His fingers, large, veiny, and thick, feel you through the fabric of your top, unable to pry off of you once he's got you in his grasp.

Then, into your mouth so very lowly, h's grunting, "Undress me," Nanami orders as he slightly steps forward with you.

You step back accordingly and your hands are flying back up, unbuttoning the rest of his shirt and feeling him up afterward as you start slipping the item off of his body.

"Like this? Hm?" You whisper back to him as his shirt hangs off of him, his hands gripping onto you tighter and tighter whilst he walks you backward and out of the kitchen.

His voice makes your knees weak as his mouth detaches from yours and drops to your neck while you move to finally get his slacks off, "Yes, like that. Good girl," Nanami praises against your neck, soft but hot kisses making you gasp.

With your voice all breathy and your feet and hands stumbling with the large eager man before you, "C'mon Ken, at least make it to the bedroom," You murmur, his pants loose on his hips as he bulge brushes against your front.

"I'm trying." He groans, breath simmering into the crook of your neck before his tongue is felt against you.

You can't help but giggle, "You're trying?"

"Yes," He huffs out, voice hinted with this tune you rarely hear from him too often.

You're walking back and back until you bump into a wall for a second, your bedroom door now to your right as Nanami marks up your neck messily. Then you snicker, "Mmmh, I like you like this, Kento," You comment, to which he sighs.

Then he's off your neck and moving you to walk backward into your bedroom, clearly no longer patient.

Cocking his head to the side, "Like what?" Nanami asks curiously.

You shrug and the back of your legs hit the front of your bed, "Desperate, almost," You hum, brows furrowing a bit.

Nanami helps you settle yourself onto the mattress completely before he's crawling on top of you, shrugging his shirt completely off of his body and revealing his full chiseled physique to you.

"Starved?" He asks, trying to find the word you were looking for.

You shake your head and then it comes to you, your arms wrapping around his neck and tugging him down to you before you whisper, "Craving."

Nanami gazes at you for a long moment, simply taking you in before nodding his head slowly, "Craving, yes." He agrees.

Then, another long press of his lips to yours is made and your legs are adjusted to wrap around his waist, Nanami wanting any and all parts of you on him now.

His lips shift to the left a little and he kisses the side of your mouth, then your cheek, and then he drops to your neck again, making you do nothing more than smile as his hands work to get your clothes off of you.

Your top is soon removed, bottoms followed soon after, all of which is discarded to the floor somewhere before Nanami's kissing you again and forcing your hands to be on him.

"Run your fingers through my hair," He murmurs, directing one of your hands to his blonde locks of hair. Then, he takes the other hand and moves it to wrap around his neck, "Scratch my back while I fuck you," Nanami whispers, works making your breathing unsteady while he suddenly grinds his hard cock down into you, "Try pushing me away when it becomes too much, I don't care, just want your hands on me, okay?"

His directions had you hot all over, pupils dilated already, breathing heavy from his constant kisses, and your hands quick to run along his tensed skin before you nod with an obedient, "Yes sir." Leaving you.

Nanami just barely smiles and you feel his heavy cock twitch against you, "What'd I tell you about that?"

"I don't remember," You whipser, your fingers slipping down from his hair to caress his jawline and then pulling his face closer to your own, "Remind me, sir."

There's a smile on his face as his lips finally near your own again, "You'll be the death of me one day." Nanami utters to you lovingly.

And maybe one day you will.

But tonight?

Tonight you are nothing more than a hole for him to fill as he soon grunts into your ear telling you how good your cunt feels around him, telling you how pretty you look taking his cock, and moaning out how much he loves the way you touch him.

★ Choso Kamo

You always knew he was sensitive to your touch. Look at him. No, literally, look at the man. He's not sensitive to everything but your touch is most definitely his weakness.

You once gave the man nothing more than a handjob and he was cumming all over the damn place. You're not sure if you've ever seen your boyfriend so... whiney.

Choso had his legs spread like a slut for you as you sat oh so prettily beside him, fingers wrapped around his cock and stroking him torturously slow. Your thumb would caress his bulging veins, fingers would twirl around his fat tip, tap and slip in between the slit of his cock, teasing him.

And since you were sitting beside him, your breasts would graze the side of his arm, making him flinch over and over. You had him so tense, so sweaty, so loud.

Choso didn't even know he could moan this much just from someone's hand. He's jerked himself off plenty of times but when you do it, it's like blood rushes to both his head and his cock, his vision would blur, and his breathing would grow unsteady.

Maybe it's because of how you had teased him beforehand, running your manicured nails along his inner thigh as the two of you tried to watch a movie together. Only for your hand to accidentally graze his dick, somehow groping him through his clothing and then turning to look at him.

That was when he began to sweat buckets, cock springing up under your palm at one measly little touch and his breath hitching.

Then he was whispering a gruff little, "Baby," Making you smile as you did nothing but innocently bat your lashes at him. To which he'd tip his head back against the couch and swallow, "Stop teasin'..."

You then scooted closer to him, your thigh touching his as your voice neared his ear, "I barely even touched you, Cho," You had whispered, watching how even in the dim lighting, his face grew red and he struggled to keep his composure.

Turning his head to you, Choso was quick to meet your eyes with a low and desperate gaze, lids dimming, brows tensing, and breathing heavy. "Then touch me more, please." He requested quietly, deep voice making your cunt jump with excitement.

You quickly switched hands so that you could turn your torso to him, which was when your breast pressed into his arm and your hand then moved to work his cock out.

And yes, in minutes he was cumming in your hand, making such an embarrassing mess of your fingers. Your hand was so soft, jerking his twitching cock off so perfectly.

Choso was groaning into the air like he couldn't control it, "H-Hahh, aagh, baby-, baby fuck, y-your ha-hahh, hand-," His voice... squeaks? as he says that last word, pitching so deliciously that you have to squeeze your thighs together as you watch him tense up yet again, "S-Shit, m'gonna cum again," Choso breathed out through gritted teeth.

He was so sexy all sensitive and tense for you, making you smile as you watched his face twist up and his eyes flicker every time you focused your palm on his tip.

"Again, Cho? You're makin' such a mess, baby," You coo softly, breath just barely hitting his ear and adding on to the numerous things he was feeling.

His head was spinning at this point and he couldn't stop himself from watching your, much smaller, hand jerk him off, from quick pulls and tugs to slow drags and caresses, to twisting and rolling-- Choso was both in a daze and high off of watching you stroke his aching cock.

God damn you knew how to use your hand. You knew where he was sensitive, knew what to do and how to do it.

His cock was wet with cum and your hand just slide up and down and up and down, the sloppy sound filling the entire space and adding onto his arousal. Cum was slipping in between your fingers, all down to his balls-- shit, he really did make a mess.

It was nasty but... he liked it that way.

"P-Princess, fuuck, please," His voice was cracking, breaking because of you, eyes tearing up as your hand only got faster and faster, "Fuck fuck, please d-don't stop." He pants out, head flying back against the couch as his thighs closed and opened, almost like he wanted it all to end and yet continue at the same time.

Watching him had your body hot, there was a pulse coming from in between your legs and you had half the urge to get down on your knees and just suck him off since he was being so damn whiney.

But at the same time, you couldn't stop your hand. Not when he was about to cum again, not when you were about to drag the sound you were looking for out of him.

"Y'like that, Cho?" Such a simple question you murmured to him and yet it broke him.

Nodding all needily and fucked out, "Yes baby, yesyesyes," He gasps, abs tensing as your hand just would stop. You wouldn't let up on him for even a second and it was killing him, "F-Fuck I like it s'much-, I like you- love you," He corrects, struggling and stumbling over all his words, "Love your fuckin' hand-"

His jaw drops and the groan that leaves him comes from deep within his throat, "Ohmygoddd, fuck," Oh he was babbling for you, thoughts whirling, voice cracking and high pitched with you.

Then his lips quivered and that's when that noice came out. Such a cute, whiney, and filthily obscene whimper slipped out of his mouth, eyes at the back of his damn skull as he came all over your hand again.

And you had the nerve to talk him through it, whispering sweet, "That's it baby," To him and making him pant and his breathing stutter, your hand still going.

Choso couldn't formulate proper sentences with you anymore, barely chanting an almost silent I love you over and over until your hand stopped and his dick finally calmed down.

★ Ino Takuma

Is this even surprising?

Of course your cute boyfriend Ino is sensitive and affectionate starved. Sometimes he tries to act like your touch doesn't faze him but the very second it leaves him, he's giving you these doe-eyes and moving to put your hand back on him.

And it's just perfect for him that you enjoy touching him a lot. You're almost always hugging him or grabbing his face to pull him in for a kiss and he loves it.

So whenever you're away for a few hours, his body aches for you. You'd have your nails done too so that was something he enjoyed feeling more than ever, loving how your fingernails would run through his hair as he laid on your thighs or even in between them, face stuffed into your cunt.

Either way, Ino loved your touches and yes he craves it when you're not around.

So whenever the two of you do meet up, you're always running up to him, throwing your arms up and around his neck, laughing and smiling about how much you missed him.

Then you'd always tug that beanie off of his head, telling him how much you enjoy it when his hair is out and teasing him about looking silly with the accessory on.

He'd shrug off your comment and then as soon as you turn away from him, his arms are draping around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder and crotch pressing into your ass.

Your body would freeze in place as you feel something familiarly hard poking at your ass, turning your head to your boyfriend who you've barely even touched so far and raising a brow at him, "Takuma..." You'd utter softly, earning a grin from him.

"Hm? Somethin' wrong?" He'd ask casually, as if there's not a painful boner in his pants all because you'd hugged him.

"You tell me," You tease, moving out of his hold and turning your body around to face your boyfriend as you cross your arms.

He quickly raises a hand to the back of his neck to scratch, chuckling nervously, "I'm not sure what y'want me to say?" He hums plauyfully.

You tilt your head and him and sigh before moving to point at his crotch, "How about you start with explaining that."

Ino's head drops to look at where you're pointing to, laughing as soon as he sees himself, "Oh, that. Yeah, no, that's uh, that's nothing, really-," His head lifts and you've gotten all close to him again, head angled upward slightly to meet his gaze and your stare making him swallow all his words down with a loud gulp.

Your hand then moves in almost slow motion and you place but a single finger to his chin, tipping his face down some more to get a good look at him and then smiling. "Y'know you can ask me to help you, right? I am your girlfriend, remember?" You whisper.

He starts nodding like he's hanging off of your words, eyes set on your lips and his breathing picked up just because you've got a finger on his chin. "M-Mhm, I uh," He blinks a few times to gather himself, "I know."

You smile and step even closer, your body just barely touching his, "Takuma," You whisper yet again, causing a shiver to slip down his spine.

He was so nervous because of you, "Lover," He hums back.

A chuckle slips past you, "Lover? That's cute."

"Y'like that one? I've been brainstormin' pet names recently," Ino tells you happily, his voice soft with you due to the lack of distance between you and him.

"Yeah, that one's cute," You whisper as your lips near his, "But uh, we're not just gonna skip past this," You emphasize as your hand palms at his erection, making his breath hitch.

Ino's brows tense and so does the rest of his body, "Y'gonna take care of it, baby?" He whispers to you, eyes softening at you as you peer up at him so tentatively.

"You want me to?" You utter back, batting your eyes at him and feeling on his cock through his clothing.

"Yeah," Ino nods out, to which you give him this look and he swallows, quick to correct himself, "Yes... please."

Smiling, "How do you want me to take care of it, hm? On my knees? With my hand?"

Ino barely knows how to even answer your question, it always makes him nervous when you take the lead, not that it doesn't happen often but most times anything sexual between you two just occurs mutually.

There's not always someone in the lead and it's usually just the two of you trying to make the other feel good. Which is enjoyable of course but when you're like this? Asking him what he wants and yet telling him what you're going to do through your gaze?

Oh he's almost the one on his knees for you.

Which is how you ended up later sitting behind your boyfriend, head peering over his shoulder and arms wrapped around him so that your pretty hands could work up and down his cock.

He hardly remembers how he got into this position with you or what he said for you to even want to do this but, here he was; face red, moans pouring out, hips bucking up into your touch, eyes lidded and struggling to keep up with watching the way your two hands groped and jerked at his cock perfectly.

Your fingers and his dick glistened with spit and precum, the sounds of you giving him the best handjob he could ever have asked for loud throughout the room.

"Oh baby," Ino whines out, eyes nearly shut as he tries his hardest not to squirm too much, "That feels so fuckin' good, holy shit."

"Yeah?" You smile, "My hands feel good?" The taunting behind your words made his cock throb in your hands, slim veins bulging against your palms and making you snicker.

Ino nods his head needly, "M-Mhmm, fuck-," He gasps, voice lagging behind as he tries his best to answer you properly.

You start kissing the side of his neck and he swears his head is spinning. He doesn't even know what to focus on at this point. Your hands on his cock? Your lips on the side of his neck? Your breasts pressed into his back?

It was all too much for him, making his knees bend just for his legs to extend out seconds later, his mouth just open with moans of your name and not-so-silent whines slipping out. Did he want it to go on forever or stop as soon as possible?

Fuck, and then there was you heavy breathing against him, almost as if you were aroused by this too-

Holy shit you were. You were probably soaked just because you're busy getting your boyfriend off using those pretty hands of yours. Ino's on cloud nine just thinking about how wet your cunt probably is, his moans getting louder and louder as second pass.

Up until he can't take it anymore and he moans your name, "B-Baby, fuck, needa' feel you, please."

"Hm?" You giggle softly, though it's noticeably more breathy than usual, "You are feelin' me though?" You point out as your hands tighten around his cock.

Ino's head rests back a bit and he pants, babbling out his desperations more clearly for you, "No baby, your pussy, come put it on me, please." He huffs out.

You cunt twitches at his words and you whisper his name, "Takuma...."

"Please?" Your boyfriend begs, gulping afterward to catch his breath for a moment, "J-Just... oh fuck, let me feel you, taste you, fuck you, anything baby, please?"

"Shit, okay, okay," Is the last thing you say before you too folded under pressure and moved.

Then you were on top of him, his eyes glossy as he watched you above him. Neither of you are sure which was more stimulating, you jerking him off or what you're doing now.

Which was rubbing nothing more than his tip against your slick hole, dragging him back and forth and back and forth in between your sopping folds. His tip was glazed in your arousal and his own, both of you moaning softly at the tease of it all.

It was somehow almost better than sex itself. You liked teasing him like this and he loved being teased. Ino was in a daze, trying his hardest not to cum at the sight of you forcing his needy cock against your pussy.

Your cunt looked so fucking delicious, so wet, so warm, he wanted to be inside you so bad and that's what was arousing him right now-- the temptation to just thrust his hips up into you and finally sink his inches deep inside you.

There was a light wet and sloppy sound that followed your languid movements, his cock slipping inside of you every now and then and making you practically start drooling for it.

It was taking everything in you not to just plop down and start bouncing on his cock like you normally would but when you looked at Ino's face and saw him panting and quietly whimpering-- you knew he was about to cum and you didn't want to stop.

Rocking your pussy over his tip over and over and over and over again until he was struggling to gasp for air, hissing out a cry of your name over and over, trying to warn you.

But instead of stopping, you whine, "C'mon, cum f'me," And then he is, and his cock is leaking in cum before he can even comprehend it, never realizing how sensitive his body was to you until now.

You always kinda knew he was sensitive and sure, you rubbing his cock against your pussy was pleasurable but it really surprised you how much he came from the action.

Smirking as he comes down from his high, you then lean to him and kiss him before whispering, "Good boy," To which his jaw drops a bit and you're angling his cock to slip inside you, "Now, hurry up 'nd please your girlfriend," You huff out.

And he's nodding without a second thought, "Yes ma'am-, fuck, whatever you want, pretty girl."

[hinamie]

Hi! I love your art!

Is there anything non-spoilery you can say about Choso in the atla au? 🥺

WAAAhh thank u !!! tbh as fond as I am of the design I came up with for him in this au there's.....really not much to say abt him either....he's a pretty minor character but because of the nature of the role he /does/ play there's not much non-spoiler material involving him that isn't just . the same as canon :'<

however in the interest of not leaving u high and dry here is a rare excerpt from the Lore Scroll and a quick draws of him looking menacing for u ! i hope that will suffice in lieu of Actual Information <3

jjk atla!au with @philosophiums

[crybaby-bkg]

cw: pervy choso, implied chubby reader, you wearing a bikini/swimsuit,

despite how cranky you can get because of the hot weather, you do love summer more than you can admit. something about the sun beaming down on you, cold water tickling your toes, the laughter that is seemingly never endless during this time, makes you feel content.

you and your friends visit the beach on one of the hottest days of the year. its a spacious place, not filled with as many people as you were expecting there to be, but it's another group of guys there that mirrors your own group. they're all entirely too handsome for their own good, sweet and flirtatious as they offer a round of volleyball with your friends.

you stay back though, offering to watch everybody's stuff as you sit under the sun. its calm there; the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, your friends raucous laughter, their screams of fun. you lay back on your beach towel, your forearm resting over your eyes when you remember that you hadn't put on any sunscreen.

lazily, you reach over into your bag, digging around until you can find what you're looking for, squeezing some out on your hand as you lather your arms, stomach, and legs up. when its time for your back, you go to call one of your friends but hesitate. you don't want to interrupt their fun for something so small, so you snap your mouth shut as you try to scan the near area for someone to—

oh. is he apart of the guys' group? you think to yourself as you suddenly lock eyes with a very handsome, toned man. he's paler than ever, his dark hair wrapped up in two cute little buns on the top of his head, his eyes dark, his mouth pulled tight as he suddenly freezes when he realizes he's been caught.

"can you help me?" you ask kindly when the man finally blinks. you hold up the sunscreen in his direction with a smile and a tilt of your head, friendly. he only stands there for a few seconds before clearing his throat, crossing the few feet between you two as he stands before you.

"you're with that group, right?" you ask him, nodding your head over to where everyone plays volleyball. the man looks, his eyes wide, a little unnerving, before he turns back to you, nodding.

"yeah," he says plainly, sticking his hand out to shake yours. "here with my brother and some friends. I'm Choso."

you give him your name as well, before you hand off the sunscreen, flipping over onto your stomach without preamble. Choso hesitates for just a second, hopes you don't have eyes in the back of your head at how he ogles you. you're just so pretty, with your sweet smile and round ass, cellulite dimpling your skin, makes him have to adjust his hardening cock in his swim trunks.

he'd been watching you ever since you and your friends came on the beach. watched how they linked up with Yuuji and his friends, how you stayed behind, how pretty and soft your stomach looked with every breath you take. he can't believe he's so close to you now, he thinks, as he kneels over you, his knees on either side of your soft looking hips.

Choso's hands shake as he squirts the sunscreen into his palm, rubbing them together, breath heavy as he nears your skin. if he were to sink any lower, you'd be able to feel how his cock strains against the fabric, feel it rest over the curve of your ass. he restrains himself though, splaying his hands over your upper back as he slowly starts to massage the cream in. without thinking, he blurts out,

"your skin is very soft." he regrets it almost immediately, freezing in his spot over you, wonders if you'll start throwing a fit and push him off of you. but instead, you laugh, your eyes closed as you rest your cheeks on your crossed arms.

"thank you! I try to exfoliate often." you smile, eyes still shut as you sigh softly when he resumes rubbing the sunscreen on you. his palms are big and rough, as they massage it in, working over a knot you've had in your shoulder blade for entirely too long. you sigh when he kneads it out softly, body a pile of goo as Choso breathes entirely too heavy above you.

if he closes his eyes, he can imagine himself sinking right inside of you. your breathy little sigh of contentment as his tip kisses your womb, his hips snug against the curve of your ass. he can already see the way you'll look at him from over your shoulder, all low and seductive, pretty, smiling at him with a look that tells him to devour you whole.

"your hands are so nice." your voice brings him out of his fantasy, makes his jolt in place from surprise. "you ever think about becoming a masseuse?" Choso grumbles under his breath at the thought, hands toying with the back of your bathing suit as he tells himself to bite the bullet.

"never considered it. can I untie this?" he says it all in one breath, afraid that if he doesn't spit it out now, he'd lose the courage to do so. you still from under him, suddenly getting the feeling of being watched entirely too closely, of baring your jugular to a predator in the wild. but you agree nonetheless.

"uh, yeah, go ahead." you tell him quietly, barely getting the words out when he pulls the string undone. you swear you hear him sigh, goosebumps raising on your skin at the way he squirts entirely too much sunscreen on your back, the quiet groan under his breath when he rubs it in down your flank too, too close to your tits beneath you.

Choso inches further and further down, his hands gripping your waist as he kneads your skin. his cock hangs low with its hardness, barely skimming your ass, makes your eyes bolt open in surprise. but you don't say anything, just look over your shoulder at the man, whose focus is solely, solely, on working the sunscreen into the divot of your lower back, inching closer and closer to the top of your ass—

"hey, bro, come join us for a game!" a deep voice similar to Choso's rings out, suddenly pulling you both out of the trance you've fallen into. Choso's eyes snap up to yours guiltily, both of you stuck, unsure of what to do next. he's sure that you're definitely going to kick him off now, especially when you glance down and find his cock straining to get out of his swim trunks.

but instead, you signal for him to tie your top back up, licking your lips once as he shakily ties it up for you. "meet me in the unisex bathroom in a few minutes, okay? I wanna thank you for putting the sunscreen on my back."

and something tells Choso, that you'd like to do more than just thank him.

[lowkeyremi]

⚠ not proofread cuz I'm tired. enjoy!!!

Moments before disaster struck, soft babbles and tiny feet smacking against the floor were unmistakable to the ears. While your husband "chases" the fourteen month old baby who's wobbly on their feet, you're finishing up some work.

As of recent, your baby has become a better walker, they still crawl around and wobble a little bit, but they're walking none the less. From their perspective, those tiny little legs make them unstoppable. In order to avoid being caught by their daddy, they must "run" away.

"I go get you!!!" He says in his little baby voice, watching his baby stop to look at him with a gummy smile that contains around four or five teeth.

Baby quickly turns around, their little legs carrying them as fast as they'll go and suddenly they bump into the wooden door frame that leads into your bedroom.

The bump was pretty loud and you just know that had to hurt. The joy on your baby's face soon turns into a little pouty frown and baby starts crying out in pain.

"Uh oh! Let daddy see." He rushes over to pick up his chubby little baby. Your husband examines baby's forehead which has a little knot forming on it.

The hollering gets louder as he tries to comfort the infant.

"It's okay. Look at daddy!" He tries making silly faces which distracts the baby's one track mind for a few seconds. They remember what they were doing previously and starts up the tears again.

"Mommy!!!" He yells out; unsure of what to do. He's slightly panicking seeing his baby in so much stress and pain like this... maybe you'll know what to do.

Relief floods through him when you come and take the little baby out of his arms.

"[baby's name] got a little boo boo on their forehead. I was chasing them and they bumped into the frame over there."

Baby stops crying when they're in your arms. You giggle softly at how quickly baby changes up.

"Did you just play your daddy? Yes you did! Oh yes you did." You ask in a soft baby voice. Baby starts to clap and giggle, you're sure they don't even grasp what you're saying.

"I did not get played by a baby!"

"Yes you did. Their boo boo was not as bad as you made it out to be." As soon as your husband tries to argue back, Baby has some words of their own:

"DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA," Baby says with a mouth full of fingers.

"That's exactly what I was saying. Daddy got played." Your husband stands in your room completely dumbfounded by what just happened while watching you walk out of the room with baby in your arms.

MHA

Midoriya, Mirio, KIRISHIMA

Haikyuu

ATSUMU, Hinata, KUROO, Suna, Tendou

JJK

YUJI, Choso, Yuta, GOJO

[jaysgirlx]

@meowkn @nia-jul COME SEE THIS

Choso loves the short little dress that you've bought recently.

He loves it when you first wore it on your date;the dark blue fabric hugging every curve perfectly. He loved how it exposed your thighs,and until the end of the date,his palm didn't leave your skin even for a second.

He loved how when you got cold because no matter what,you refused to wear something warm and cover yourself up,he could just drap his coat on your shoulder and pull you to his side.

He loved how you couldn't do the zipper on your back;and he would always do it while pressing his lips to every inch of your shoulder blade and neck.

He loved how the color matched his suit and tie when you decided to attend one of the biggest parties in the year.

He loved how he could rest his hand on your hip when someone was too close to you for his liking;his fingers gently playing with the short hem of your dress.

He loved how you couldn't cover up the marks he left on you in the closet when he got too bored after talking to some random rich snob,and had to wear his suit until the end of ball.

He loved that dress so much.

But moreover,

He loved you when you kissed him sweetly that night as his fingers skillfully pulled down the zipper.

He loved that dress,but it was soon forgotten on the floor of the bedroom no matter how much you begged him to not ruin it.

He'll just get you another one,in the exact same color.

[nanaslutt]

smau idea: posting thirst traps on your private story but they don't know that they're the only ones that can view it 🤭🤭

this is the day after tomorrows smau :D

[jaysgirlx]

It was soooo good but it hurt so bad.

Sweet lies and nectarines

Choso x reader

Word count: 5.2k

Warnings: Angst, semi-enemies to lovers, a lot of feelings, normal au ,smut, lots of analogies 💀

Tags: fem reader, angsty, fluff, cunnilingus, aftercare,

Unkept promises, revelations, discarded feelings, buried secrets in skin. You and Choso were two sides of the same coin. You could never truly be rid of him, there’s always that one thing that will bring you to him, physically or just in memory. You tried to fight the memories, but how could you fight when you’re on the same side? How could you fight when the one you’re supposed to fight is beside you, or rather, in your heart.

Rather than being cool for the summer, you were back in your hometown, soaking up the wind. Words fell from your old friends mouths as they welcomed you back into the town you grew out of. The charming smile you wore as they grabbed your arms and dragged you towards the small party on the beach, had them all fooled, but that didn’t matter as your toes touched the warm sand of the beach.

There was one face that wasn’t pleased to see you back in town, Choso caught sight of your red bikini, compared to the dull colors of everyone else around, the colors that poured out of you were like sun on a dark day. You caught his eye and yet he didn’t smile or even come over to welcome you back in town, after all these years. He looks disgusted, his long, dark hair blowing in the warm wind. He turned on his heel and left the wall he was leaning on. You watched him as he left, your heart throbbing in your chest, the anger boiling in your veins as you watched the man who swore by you only years ago, look at you with such acrimony and bitterness. Those feelings were quickly drowned out by the feeling of wet, cold hands wrapping around your waist and picking you up. You were tossed into the cold water, your friends giggling as they watched your eyes widen. “Welcome back home!” They all squealed as they joined you in the water. The taste of the saltwater filling your lungs was a much different taste to the air you had grown accustomed to in the city, a taste of who you were, a taste of the memories you buried deep down.

You choked on the water.

You gasped as you came up for air, your hair clinging to your wet face. Your friends were giggling and splashing each other, not noticing your disdain for this whole day, and if this is your first day in this town, god, your summer is fucked.

You could hear your friends gossiping and you swam over to join them, to hear the latest things going on in this old town. A lot has changed, the town you used to be so familiar with has changed, but you know the town hasn’t changed, it’s the people that have. Nothing in the gossip and rumors stick out to you, except for one thing, you hear Choso’s name and you pipe up almost involuntarily. “Wait, what happened with Choso?” You ask, your voice silencing the sound of overlapping gossip.

Your friends stare at you with wide eyes, like deers caught in headlights.

“Someone said they saw him hooking up with a girl at the cove.” One of them speaks up.

They all know your history with him, how close you two were, before the incident.

You can feel your heart in your throat.

Thump

Thump

Thump

It’s deathly silent, the sound of the seagulls squawking in the distance pulls you out of your head.

“Good for him.” You say, flashing that charming smile that you’ve perfected so well.

“I should get home, I need to finish unpacking my suitcase.”

You leave the water, your friends watching as you dry off with your towel, quietly whispering to each other, whispers they probably don’t want you to hear, yet you hear them anyway.

You pull your shorts on over your bikini and slip into your sandals.

The taste of the saltwater stained your mouth as you walked off the beach and onto the streets, greeting merchants who claimed they remembered you and told you that you’ve grown up so much.

You walked until you forgot where you were going, you walked until you came across a familiar pair of black boots.

You looked up and were greeted by the same scowl that you saw earlier, yet somehow filled with more disdain. His eyes drank you in, your wet hair, the water droplets glistening on your skin, the leather jacket thrown over your bikini, and the way your legs were longer than he remembered.

“What are you doing back here?”

The tone of his voice made you forget any jealousy and sadness you felt and filled you with the resentment you’d become oh so familiar with feeling.

“Am I not allowed here?”

He scoffed, his eyes narrowing as he looked you up and down again, you were vibrant, almost nauseatingly so to Choso, the dull colors of the town so much less appealing to him now that he sees you.

“You’ve clearly changed.” He says, his voice low as if he’s whispering.

It’s true, you no longer fit into this town, not that you think that the city changed you, but you were definitely shaped into a different woman now. You were someone people of the town would called ‘pretentious’. But is it really so pretentious to want more for yourself? To escape the life that had caused you so much grief?

“So have you. I never would’ve expected you to be the playboy type.” You say, it came out more bitter than you would’ve liked.

His dark eyes shot up at you, his lips forming a tight line. He hated the way you looked so smug while saying that, he hated knowing that the smug smile was fake.

He hated the way he knew you didn’t mean it.

“I never wanted to see your face again.” He says harshly, his tone sending chills down your spine. You freeze, your hands clenching at your side.

You take a deep breath.

“I’m surprised you can see anything with your head up your ass.”

Choso looks you in the eyes, with that same, piercing look that he gave you the day you left. He turns around and walks away, not offering you anymore rage fuel or acknowledgment. You stare at the empty space he was just standing, the smell of his cologne still lingering. You wanted him to come back and flood you in the scent, the warm scent of nutmeg and smoke overwhelming your senses.

You wanted to scream at him.

You wanted him to see you.

You wanted him to know you.

You wanted to make him cry.

You wanted to tell him you still loved him.

The two of you were like a hungry dog and a t-bone steak only slightly out of reach, there was something to be had but you couldn’t have it. It hurt.

Though, it wasn’t the memories that hurt, not the love, but the attachment that hurt. It is the expectation that hurts. The imagined future that is now broken, that hurts.

These thoughts ran through your mind as you walked to your house, your old childhood home, the one that is so familiar yet so forgotten. You’re house sitting for your mom while shes on a vacation.

The water ran down your back as you scrubbed away the sand, the saltwater, the unrelenting thoughts.

The bathroom was smaller than you remembered it being, the mirror still having that same crack you put it in when you were younger, you dried off in that mirror, watching through the fog as your hair clings to your face.

Your bedroom composed of clutter and memories you forgot, is the only room in the house that hasn’t been touched. You run your fingers over the dusty picture frames, the reflection of you in your towel falling onto them. You inspected the posters of your favorite movies, bands, and celebrities before settling down on the desk chair and going through your old cds.

You bite your lip as you come across the the cd you burned with Choso, running your fingers over the dust covered case, the polaroids taped onto it. You set it down on your desk before getting up to get dressed.

You let yourself be convinced to head to the cove tonight for a party, your friends saying that this is your first night back in town, you can’t spend it being locked inside. You regret ever making friends like them.

You meticulously put on your lipstick, the cherry shade you’ve been using since highschool.

You slipped into the one dress you brought and threw your jacket over it.

You walked over to the cove, the one place that hasn’t changed, guys endlessly flirting with girls, the sight of red solo cups scattered everywhere and some sort of dirt on the ground. You grab a cup and head over to where your friends are flirting with men who’s egos are nearly suffocating.

You let them talk you into drinking until you got a headache, you made up a weak excuse to leave and stumbled out of the cove, avoiding all of the guys who offered to take you home. You walked along the street back to your house, still drinking from your cup, your steps unsteady and lazy.

You took a step with one foot then another with the other, almost as if you were walking on a tightrope, giggling and talking to yourself as you walked. The street lights illuminating you like a spotlight.

You tossed your cup into the grass, taking off your jacket as you continue to walk, letting the chilled summer night air kiss your skin. You slip your shoes off and carry them in your hands, the platforms hurting your feet. The concrete scratched at your feet.

A car light followed behind you slowly, pulling up beside you, driving slowly, you could hear a voice calling out to you, but it was hazy and distant, you kept walking.

“Are you listening to me?” Choso’s voice rings out in your ears, you pause, looking at the car that know has the window rolled down, a confused and agitated Choso in the drivers seat.

“What are you doing out so late?”

Your heart jumped in your chest as his face filled your vision, the drinks in your body making your stomach churn as you came up with a response. “What’s it to you?” You retort, looking away from his car as you continued to walk, your steps slowly turning into stumbles. You can’t tell if you’re shaking because of Choso or because of the alcohol. He continues to drive slowly along side you. “Let me take you home. You’ve clearly had one too many.” He says in the snarky, condescending tone you’ve become so familiar with from him. You don’t respond as you continue to walk, closing your eyes and trying to drown out the sound of his music playing in the radio.

“Get into the car.” Choso says, slamming his foot on the brakes of his 1983 Volkswagen Jetta, the engine squealing.

“You either get in or I’ll get out and throw you inside.”

You open your eyes and turn to look at him through the car window, you stop walking. The look of annoyance on his face would be amusing if you weren’t so tired. He leans over the passenger seat and opens the door, gesturing for you to get in and sit down. You slowly get into the car, closing the door behind you before buckling up.

His car was clean and smelt of leather.

He let out an annoyed sound as he started driving again. “What are you doing out so late?” He asks again, glancing at you from the side of his eye.

“I thought you never wanted to see my face again?” You ask, ignoring his question as you lean against the passenger door, the cool glass of the window touching your skin.

He goes silent, the only sound in the car is the radio. Choso would never admit to you that he wants to make sure your safe, that he missed seeing your face, that he missed your glow and aura in this empty town. That would insinuate that there’s still feelings there. His hands tighten over the steering wheel. “Do you always have to be so difficult?” He rasps, trying to contain his emotions as he turns his eyes back towards the road.

You glances at him from the corner of your eye, his black hair in his face, the way his eyelashes flutter over his big, pretty eyes makes your heart throb. “I didn’t ask for you to take me home.” You say, looking out the window, though if you would’ve looked at him a bit longer you would’ve made eye contact.

Choso stares at you, almost analyzing you. He wants to be in your mind, like he use to be. He drives in silence for a while, tapping along to the best of the song playing in the background. Choso used to understand you, he used to be the person you ran to when you needed solace. He watched as you tucked your hair behind your ear, your gaze trained on the passing landscape. You were still so pretty, so beautiful. You were so close to him yet so far away.

“You can at least be thankful.” He says, turning his gaze back towards the road, biting on the inside of his cheek as he bit down all the words he really wanted to say to you, all the whys, all the what ifs, all the unkept secrets and promises to each other, he wanted to talk about all of it.

The streetlights illuminate the car as he turns down the music, the sound of grasshoppers and fireflies fill your ears as you peak at him, his eyes focused on the road, so many thoughts running through his head yet you can’t seem to identify one. Your hands clenched onto the heels in your lap. So many feelings left unspoken.

For a while the two of you just drive in silence, until you turn onto the street your house resides on.

“So, how have you been?” You ask him, your heart pounding in your chest. You want to have a conversation with him that’s not filled with resentment and regret, but it’s hard to start.

He glances at you, an eyebrow raised.

“I’ve been doing as well as I can.” He says, brushing his bangs out of his face as he leans his head back. “I’m surprised you care to even ask.”

Of course you care.

“Of course I care.”

“Just because I left doesn’t mean I ever stopped caring.”

Choso snorts, shaking his head as he pulls into your driveway before putting the car in park and turning to face you.

“You didn’t just leave.”

Your face scrunches up, you know it’s true, you *didn’t* just leave. You left and destroyed everything before you fled the scene. You destroyed him like you are.

You could feel the memories snowing down onto you, the feelings you buried deep down.

“That’s not fair, Choso.” You say, unbuckling your seatbelt, trying to keep your composure.

“It wasn’t fair when you left me.” He snaps, his fist tightening over the steering wheel. “It wasn’t fair when you told me that you hated me, it wasn’t fair when you cried in my arms, it wasn’t fair when you tore out my heart and stepped on it.” He continues, trying not to raise his voice as he keeps his eyes trained ahead, not wanting to look at you. He fears if he sees the emotion on your face he’ll break.

You open your mouth to speak but all that comes out is a croak, your eyes wide as you process his words. Your eyes burn as you try to come up with an appropriate response that’s not a weak apology.

"Do you think it was easy for me to leave you? That it was a fun walk in the park?" You say, looking up at him, unshed tears glistening in your eyes. Your heart is beating so fast it could be mistaken as the beat to a rock song. Your voice breaks as you speak up again. "No, it wasn't. It was gut-wrenching and heartbreaking. It made me hate myself for how much it hurt you. But I had to do it for my own sake.” Your head was spinning and you felt sick. Confronting all of the feelings you buried deep down inside of you at once was not a good feeling.

“Do you know how incredibly selfish you sound right now?” Choso barked at you, his eyes drilling into you. The ones that used to hold so much love for you now filled with coldness and hurt.

His voice lingers in the air of the car, like humid air that hasn’t move for days. His words stick to your skin, filth you can’t wash away.

"Yes, I do." You whisper, blinking back crystal tears, the salty taste of the ocean coming back to your mouth but it’s no longer saltwater. "I was being selfish. I know how selfish I was when I left you and how much it hurt you. But I still had to do it. To save myself."

You wish you could go back, back to when you were walking home alone, giggling to yourself without a thought in the world. Now your feelings are pouring out and you can’t stop them.

“So you fled instead of facing your issues? We were supposed to be a team, Y/n.“

"I couldn't face my issues with you!

"You didn't understand at all, you just kept pushing me away and shutting yourself off from me. You wouldn't talk to me or open up to me, no matter how much I tried to reach out. How was I supposed to face my issues when I couldn't get any help from you?"

The silence rings out in the car, the sound of crickets almost like a dog whistle in your ear. Choso looks away from you, settling back against his seat, running his fingers through his hair. The anger and tension melts away and leaves a deep sadness and yearning between the two of you. You could smell the sorrow on his breath, and feel the heartbreak in the distance between us. It was almost tangible, it was as if you were both on the verge of breaking down.

“I’m sorry.” You whisper, your voice breaking the deafening silence.

You wanted to reach out and touch him, make him look at you, see you for once. You wanted him to tell you everything was alright, that you didn’t do anything wrong. You wanted him to place his hand on your cheek and wipe away your tears like he used to.

“You should get inside, it’s late.”

His voice broke your thoughts, he was sending you away. You couldn’t let him send you away. Your head was pounding, stomach stirring, your emotions at a new high.

Your hand reaches out and cups his cheek, you can see his look of shock and confusion. You feel just as shocked, you have no clue what you’re doing all you know is that you can’t stop.

“I want to stay here with you.”

Choso looks at you, you can tell he’s confused, the emotions flickering through his eyes. You notice the way his ears turn pink and the way he tries to divert his eyes but they always wound up back on you.

Your hand gently caresses his cheek, tracing over the hairs that fell in his face.

“I can’t stay away from you.” You whisper, your voice soft in the space of the car. You can hear his heart beating, or maybe it’s yours. You hear him swallow and his gaze falls from your eyes.

Choso’s eyes flicker between your eyes and lips, watching every time you bite your lip or speak. He wanted to wipe that eyelash off your cheek. He could hear you speaking but he couldn’t understand your words before your lips planted on his, the sensation catching him off guard, the warmness wrapping him up like a blanket. You were sweet like nectarines but tart like cherries. He could feel his thoughts blur as his eyes fell closed as he returns your kiss.

Your hand fell from his cheek as you pulled away, your breath coming out in small gasps. You could feel the sting of his lips on yours, you wanted more, your body begged for more of his lips, more of him.

You could see his eyes open and the way he’s looking at you, no longer in confusion and shock but instead with indecision. The tension that was previously in the car coming back in another form.

Your words fell from your lips as you scrambled to say something, anything to get him to stop looking at you like that with those eyes that hold all the beautiful poems behind their pupils. You wanted him to look at you but not like that, not like he would drop everything if you asked.

“I know what I did wasn’t fair but I-“

“Will you shut up for one second?” His voice interrupts you, his hand on the back of your neck, and your wondering how it got there. He’s a lot closer than he was fifteen seconds ago.

He kisses you, he kisses you with all the power he could muster, making up for all the years, months, weeks, days, minutes, seconds your lips hadn’t been touching. You could feel the kiss burning into you as his fingers curled around your neck, pulling you closer to him. Your heart is missing beats and your hands are moving faster than your mind. You taste him and realize you have been hungry.

You felt like you were losing your mind. Did people lose their minds when they loved someone?

You could taste the memories on his lips, the way the secrets resurfaced when your tongues brushed together. Your lips spoke of promises and unspoken words.

Your hand found his shoulder and dug into the flesh, you could feel his breath catch against your lips as he pulled you closer.

He wanted to pull you out of the seat, pull you into his and have you in his grasp, the heat of your body against his. You can feel your heart becoming liquid as he deepens the kiss, his tongue parting your lips so he could slip it in your mouth. His hand slid down your neck and rested on your back, with slow tenderness that was soothing to you.

He pulls away leaving you with airy breaths and pants, his voice is raspy and soft as he speaks, his fingers a gentle breeze over the fabric of your dress.

“I want you, your lips, your bones, your body heat, the scars you leave. I want to see how beautiful those eyes look beneath me.”

How could someone who was filled with resentment for you say something as beautiful as that? You wonder if he ever truly resented you or if he just wanted to resent you. Love and hate are the same, no?

Your fingers dug deeper into his shoulder, your lips meeting his again, the tenderness gone and instead a passion fills it’s spot.

“I want you to say my name like it’s a prayer.” He rasps against your lips, his hands finding the small of your back as your breath hitches in your throat. Your heartbeat so loud that you fear you’ll wake your neighbors up.

“Please don’t run away again.” He sounded so desperate, it was beguiling, you wanted him just as much as he wanted you and that was the part that scared you. There were so many feelings and thoughts flooding the car you were sure you were going to drown in it all.

“I won’t.” You whisper, your words punctuated with kisses to his cheeks, your lips a caress against his jawline. Your lips trace light kisses against his jaw, along his collarbone. Your breaths mingle and your hearts beat in the same rhythm.

One second your in his arms pressed against your front door than the next you’re in your bed, his body overtop of yours. His hair messily falling into his face as he places kisses down your neck, his calloused fingers slowly tracing down your body, leaving goosebumps in their wake. The taste of his tongue lingers in your mouth as he plants kisses all over your skin like seeds, it feels like the start of forever, goodbye to the past.

“I forgot how fun you are to kiss.” He mumbles against your skin, kissing down your bare stomach.

“Is this okay?” He asked, looking up at you from his position between your legs. You nod and brush the hair out of his face so it’s no longer obstructed. You watched as he slowly moved your panties to the side, his fingers brushing over your cunt. His tongue tasted you, swirling around the soft flesh of your thighs before finally tasting your clit. He’s gentle with you, squeezing your hand as his tongue lapped around your clit, licking and kissing your cunt.

Your soft moans and whines filled the room as he teased your pussy, your nerves are on fire and your head feels light, but it feels so good. It’s as he knew how hungry you were for him and he was giving you bits and crumbs before giving himself to you.

He’s nose deep in your pussy, both of his arms hooked around your thighs. Your legs feel limp as he tastes and drinks you up. Your hand is lost in his hair, gripping to it like it’s the only thing holding you together. You can feel your body twitching as his tongue moves inside of you. He moaned against your cunt like he was the one getting fucked. Your back arches from the vibrations coursing through your body.

He pulls away from you clit and gives your inner thigh a gentle kiss and bite, earning a whimper from you, your body shivering on the mattress.

He moved up so his lips could meet yours again in a soft kiss, his hands feeling up your body, tracing the curves and lines. His eyes gaze down at you as he aligns his hips with yours, his body pressing against every inch of you.

You wanted him, you wanted more of him, you were touching him, but you weren’t really touching him. You needed to feel him. Your hands sink into his fine black hair, tugging him closer, he grunts, pulling away from your lips with a small awed expression.

“You’re so pretty.” He whispers. “You’ve always been so pretty.”

Your body ached with need, you could feel the arousal building up inside of you as you pressed yourself harder against him.

He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them off with one swift movement, the sound of the pants hitting the floor ringed through your ears as you took in the sight before you.

You suck in a breath while he sucks on your neck, leaving unforgiving hickeys. Even while his lips were planted on your neck his eyes remained on yours, watching as they fluttered every time he touched a sensitive spot.

Your pants and breaths filled the room as you felt his arousal against yours, your skin was hot, scorching as he painted his emotions onto your body. You anticipated his every move. You watched him pull down his boxers and tease your entrance with his tip, you could feel every twitch and throb that went through his body.

He lifted your hips as he pushed inside of you, a sharp gasp escaping your lips as your fingers dug into his shoulder.

“I still haven’t forgiven you.” He whispers in a sultry rasp as he thrusts his full length inside of you, his fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck me like you hate me then.” You whisper, your finger tracing down his chest softly. You bit down on your lip as his words echoed through your brain. Forgiveness was the last thing on your mind right now, all you could think about was him, as long as you had him in your grasp you didn’t mind.

“I do hate you.” He whispers, kissing your lips as he thrusts deeper into you, his fingertips lightly gracing your skin like you’re the finest prophet chosen by the sun herself.

There were no more words to be said, you spoke in tongues, fingertips, and soft touches.

Your moans echoed through his brain, his movements filled with an undying passion and starvation, a hunger for the person he once loved. His body blurred into yours as your arms wrapped around his shoulders and pulled him closer into your body. Your nails scratching at his skin.

His face buried in the crook of your neck as he rut into you, kissing your soft skin. You’re a heap of moans and sweat and tears as he thrusts harder into you, his pants filling your ears. You feel nauseatingly alive and warm.

He fucked you hard, his hands tightening around your body to hold you still. He worshiped you with his hate, broken moans escaping your lips every time his hips slammed against yours.

Your body twitched against his, your stomach burned with an overwhelming sensation as he hits your sweet spot. You felt like you were drowning again, drowning in him, in the feelings, memories, sensations. You let out one last whine and whimper as he thrusts into you, your body giving into it all, twitching and tightening around him. You could feel his cock twitch inside of you as he came, his low whimpers filling your ears as his head fell next to yours.

“Are you okay?” He whispers, his hand cupping your cheek. He gazed into your glazed over eyes, watching the emotions run through them as you came down from the high, your body twitching.

“Mhm.” You mumble, you could barley feel your legs and the hunger you once had was satisfied, but there was something left in your heart.

He touched you with a kiss before moving off of you and laying on his side.

He was so beautiful, the way the tiredness filled his half lidded eyes and the way his hair clings to his sweat covered forehead.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He whispers as he sits you up on the bed before picking you you up in your arms. It’s almost scary how well he knows your house, the memories of the two of you hanging out here fills your mind as he sets you on the toilet seat while he starts the shower.

He helps you in and helps you scrub off all the filth on your body, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as he washes your hair, making sure to be gentle with each delicate strand. He washed you and with every sud that ran down the drain, evidence for a love that transcends hunger appeared.

He washed your face and laid you down in bed, holding you tight against him until you fell asleep. Everything in this town was so much brighter with you.

That morning you woke up to cold sheets and stupid hopes.

[jinns-anime-shit]

Imagine you’re one of Yuji’s cousins and you lived in the US until you found out his grandpa died and so you move back to Japan to become Yuji’s guardian but Choso is already taking care of him and won’t let him leave so you have to live with both of them

You and Choso hate each other and are hostile at first but after a night of shared secrets and deep life stories you end up falling asleep on each others shoulders on the couch

And after that Choso starts to do small cute gestures and he smiles his cute awkward smile at you whenever he can because he loves how it makes your cheeks warm and that sweet giggle slip from your lips

And one day Yuji can’t find either of you until he knocks on your door and finds Choso cuddled up on top of the sheet with you under them and his face is buried in your side because he had a nightmare but didn’t want to wake you so he just rested there. Yuji takes a picture and sneaks out before either of you notice

And then later when Megumi is over you hear Yuji giggling about something and showing Megumi his phone. Megumi is a lot more chill and discreet but he does give you a small knowing smirk and you furrow your brows because why is he looking at you like that?

And Choso can’t stop stuttering around you and being flustered. He’s very clumsy and apologizes when he “accidentally” touches your hand when you both reach for something in the fridge but then he asks if you would rather go get dinner at a restaurant

You agree and instead of staying at a restaurant Choso gets take out and walks with you to a park where a picnic blanket is set up with tiny battery-lit candles (because he doesn’t trust the wind)

He awkwardly runs off to a tree and steps behind it to grab a pot with your favorite plant/flower inside. The pot is a simple ceramic but it’s clearly been painted and it’s a sloppy picture of the two of you with a heart in the middle

Your smile is brighter than the moon as you take it and tell him it’s perfect and you love it. He blurts out that he’s in love with you and you giggle, saying that he should at least take you out on another date before deciding that he’s in love, but when his expression drops you immediately tell him you’re just teasing

He asks if you like him as well and you laugh, making him self conscious again, to which you quickly cover by saying “well duh I like you!” His cute and awkward smile bursts onto his face and you giggle while leaning over and kissing his cheek

Yuji and Megumi are hiding in some of the other trees and Yuji is taking pictures of you and Choso while Megumi struggles to hold him from falling. He debates dropping Yuji but decides he might get dumped if he does, and despite finding him absolutely annoying, he’s fallen for Yuji (not literally, he’s got good balance)

But eventually Megumi’s grip gets weak and he does end up dropping Yuji, but he soon follows after as a big gust of wind knocks him off of the branch. You and Choso look over and both run to the boys, only to find Yuji laughing as Megumi’s hair is covered with leaves and sticks. Choso makes sure Yuji is okay while you pluck the twigs from Megumi’s hair. You scold them and ask them what they were doing, only for Yuji to show you the pictures

You look at Choso with a smirk and ask if he knew they would be here, and he sheepishly scratches his neck and admits that yes, he asked them to help him with taking you out on a date. You just grin and wrap your arms around him in a hug, burying your face in his chest which makes his cheeks turn beet red. He smiles again and reciprocates the hug before you pull back and give him a proper kiss.

He’s stunned, gooped, and gagged. He’s frozen in place. He had his first kiss with the most amazing person to ever exist, and now he gets to take you home and hopefully make it under the sheets when cuddling this time, because he nearly froze the other night with your massive industrial sized fan blowing

You live happily ever after, unless Satoru and Suguru are around being the chaotic husbands that they are. At least Megumi can keep Yuji calm (most of the time, except for when Nobara is around)

[megumiluvv]

Choso enjoys his nights when it’s just him and Yuji. They’re eating dinner and Yuji makes a mess of his face and tries to make Choso laugh. Choso, of course, laughs at how cute his little brother is.

Choso sits in the bathtub with Yuji, washing his pink hair as the boy talks about any little thing he can.

“Megumi wants to be a veteran! The people that work with animals!”

“ Veterinarian?”

“Yeah! He’s got two dogs that are still puppies and they’re huge!”

“I’ve seen them before, they’re still puppies?”

“Yeah!”

“What do you want to be when you grow up?”

“I wanna be a firefighter! I’ll get super strong and save a bunch of people!”

“A firefighter?”

“Yup! I wanna drive a fire truck!”

Choso chuckles and dries the boy off, helping him into pajamas and changing into his own nighttime wear. Yuji giggles and reaches for his brother’s tattooed nose.

“You have some dirt!” Yuji smiles and tries to smudge off the ink.

“Yuji, this is my tattoo!” Choso laughs.

“Noooo, it’s dirt!” Yuji giggles.

“Oh, come on, it’s been here your whole life, Yuji.”

“Permanent dirt!”

“That’s not how dirt works!” Choso laughs. He picks his little brother up and walks over to the living room to watch a movie.

Of course, The Lion King, Yuji’s favorite movie is put on, and he falls asleep after Hakuna Matata plays. Choso finishes the movie anyways, holding his sleeping brother close and rubbing his back.

Once the movie is over, Choso tucks Yuji in and carefully shuts the door. He goes to bed and sets an alarm to get ready for work and let you into the apartment. He loves his little brother.

(This chosoweek art has inspired me)

Taglist: @samaraxmorgan @cherriee-ee @auor4 @chaotic-ish @meowsannie

Masterlist

[neiptune]

lil chosito sketch

[shvvztoru]

choso kamo — O4

pairings: jealous!choso x bimbo!reader

warnings: edging, squirting, chosos mean, he kinda act like he somebody mama, idk if theres more to it tbh

(a/n): this is short, i was rushing somt judge me.

"choso..please i-i need to cum!" choso shakes his head while thrusting his fingers into you "nuh, you were really bad today and y'know what bad girls get, correct?" you sniffle and nod "i didn't know he was flirting..i just thought he was offering a drink to be nice!" you squeaked out.

choso raised his eyebrows while he pulled at your clit "so, so dumb. and its always the pretty ones." you start to cry at his mean words and shake your head "h-he told me was just being friendly!, i just didnt wanna turn him down!" chosos eyes darkened at your words and he pinched your clit harder

your eyes widened and you moaned loudly "if you cum, i'll make your punishment worse." at those words you clenched and bit your lip hard, trying to hold back your orgasm 

choso stopped pinching and pulling your clit, he moved on to rub rough circles into it "listen, and i want you to listen to me very good." you nodded your head at his request

"i dont want to ever see you talking to another man. EVER. because right now, i'm playing nice but if i ever see you flirting back with another guy i can promise you, your punishment will be far worse" you nodded your head "no, dont nod. speak." you gulped "a-ah..yes choso i want ever flirt with another man, i'm sorry!"

"good girl, now cum."

at that you squirted HARD. your eyes were rollin back and your body convulsing and your toes curling, once you came down choso laughed "you should've seen yourself. you looked ridiculous!" he said still laughing

he finished laughing "oh, priceless now time for-" chosos sentence was cut off when he saw you sound asleep with you thighs sticky and soaked and drool falling from your mouth

"huh..guess i was a little rough." choso said with a chuckle before he kissed your forehead "sleep well, my love." he layed down next to you and fell asleep with you

k.tober m.list

shvvztoru's kinktober — 2023.

[jaysgirlx]

ANI YOU ARE THE BEST

headcanons on me and my man choso, me specifically cause im sooooooooo special :)) jkjk

A/n: You are special 🙄. TEEHEE LOVEE YOUUU, THESE ARE FOR YOU. MY FAVVV MUTUALLL

─ִ━━ ꯭ ───ׂ─ִ─ ͜͡✿͜͡ ─ִ──ׂ── ꯭ ━━ִ─

- He’s very private so he doesn’t like putting his relationship on blast but will hold your hand and lean on you in public.

- Choso loves late night movie watching with you, where you two cuddle up on the couch and fall asleep in each others arms on the couch, and if he wakes up in the middle of the night he’ll pick you up and tuck you into bed.

- He’ll insist on you picking the movie but will complain with about every choice.

- He isn’t much of a reader but he’ll sit with you while you read and rub your back while he chin rests on your shoulder, occasionally sneaking peaks at your book.

- Super clingy when you guys are in private.

- Every Friday the two of you have a skincare night where you put on face masks and gossip, aka you telling him all your friends drama and stuff you heard while he occasionally pipes up with a “no way” or “I totally knew she was fake”, he loves girl drama.

- Always gives you his hoodies and he loves seeing you in his clothes, especially after a night together. When you walk into the kitchen half naked in his shirt, he’ll be a blushing mess.

- He’s the type of person to say something completely seriously but everyone else thinks it’s funny.

- hugs hugs hugs HUGS

- Whenever you fall asleep he gives you a forehead kiss.

- He’s so sassy, SO SASSY. He definitely calls you “girl”.

- He texts you every little part of his day, and I mean every single little detail.

- Wants you to pamper him but he’d never admit that.

- He’s so whipped.

- If push came to shove he would absolutely die for you.

- He calls you angel because that’s what you are to him. When you first started dating he said “The Gods made you just for me.”

- Literal cuddle bug.

- “What’s mine is yours”

- Lets you fall asleep on him if you’re out in public and you’re feeling tired.

- Soft intimacyyyyy.

- He’s a firm believer that the eyes are the most intimate part of a persons body.

- Acts of service.

- He’ll ask you to read your book out loud just so he can hear your voice.

- Always has an extra of your necessities with him.

- You don’t ever have to ask. He already knows what you need.

- He’s always hovering over you, not in a creepy way, but just because he’s tall.

- Lets his hair fall into his face because he knows you’ll brush it away for him.

[chiquilines]

I have compeltely lost it🥳

[seiwas]

hello selly my darling!! im sorry its been so long! 🤍🤍 a little snack 🍓🍓

for the ask game, choso + sleeeepy please :)

emu hello 🥺 no need to apologise!! thank you for the little snack, and for sending in a prompt! 💗

contains: best friend's older brother choso, one-sided pining? maybe? it's a crush

choso + sleepy

weekends with yuuji are pretty standard.

he either goes for a morning hike or run, and you join him sometimes, depending on your mood. after that, you grab breakfast at the small cafe down his street, grabbing something for his (hot) older brother, choso, too, while you're at it. then, the rest of the day varies depending on what's needed for the following week.

it's a routine you've built up throughout uni and has been a major constant in your life thus far. your week never feels complete unless you end it with your best friend and coffee.

this weekend, you skip hiking with yuuji and opt to meet him straight back at his apartment when he's finished, which is also something you've done plenty of times before, except―

when you open the door with the spare key you own, you find choso standing right in the middle of their living room, holding a pillow with nothing but his sweatpants on. he only stares at you, eye half-lidded as his hair fans around his face like a disheveled lion's mane.

you freeze, blinking once then twice before squeaking out a small, "sorry!" and stepping out again.

in all your weekends spent with yuuji, this has never happened before.

choso usually sleeps in, only waking up by the time you and yuuji prepare lunch. he's never usually up and about at 8:52 a.m.

the lock clicks as he moves to open the door to welcome you back in. and when he does, he still looks the same―unbothered and completely unaware that he's standing half-naked in front of you.

it takes extra effort for you to keep your gaze up as he greets you, "yuuji is still out."

"y-yeah," you stutter, "i told him i'd meet him here." you catch a glimpse of the room behind him and notice the messy heap of pillows and blankets on the couch then realize, "unless i can't! then—"

he shakes his head, hair swinging around as he rubs at his eyes, still a little sleepy, "feel free." his arm stretches out to motion to the rest of the space, as if to emphasize, "you practically live here."

you chuckle nervously as you step back inside.

"sorry, it's messy," he gestures at the mess of pillows on the couch, "fell asleep watching a movie last night."

this is not the first time you've ever interacted with choso; you're actually normally comfortable around him, albeit a little stuttery from the kind-of mini crush you've developed on him since sophomore year. but he's also almost never like this―lean muscles and bedhead on full display as he talks to you, voice hoarse with the cutest bit of sleepiness still on his face.

you swear, this is a recipe for your own demise.

he passes you a glass of water as he yawns from across the kitchen island, hand going straight to scratch his stomach.

"thanks," you give him a small smile, drinking it immediately in an attempt to conceal how flustered you feel. "will you be joining us for breakfast?"

the sound of his footsteps dragging across the floor accompanies the slight hum he makes while thinking. his fingers run through his hair, ruffling them as he answers, "i can," then another pause before he continues, looking at you straight in the eyes as he asks, "do you want me to?"