#choso kamo x gn!reader

[emmyrosee]

Choso sleeps. A lot.

It’s more than you would imagine for a man of his importance, yet for nearly three hours a day after getting to your place, he curls up on the couch, kicks his legs up and closes his pretty eyes to let his dreams take over and slumber wash over him.

It's cute. It's also just a little bizarre.

You always smile down at him, card a hand through his soft hair, plant a kiss to his forehead and lay a warm blanket over his shoulders to keep him warm.

His little snores ring in the air as you cook dinner, and when he wakes up with the smell of fresh food, he hooks his chin over your shoulder and wraps his arms around your torso with a sleepy smile.

Today, that cycle breaks.

You card your hand through his hair with a loving smile, lean down to press a kiss to his forehead, and-

Big, pretty eyes immediately blink open before you can make contact, a wide smile splaying over his face, only to drop in worry when you flinch back and fall.

“OH GOD!”

“Oh no!”

An arm quickly darts out to catch you, only to have you half caught, half plopped to the floor. You clutch your chest in fear, “choso! What’re you doing!”

“I… I was just-“

“You scared me, you ass! Why are you pretending to be asleep!”

"I didn't mean to!" he says quickly. "I just got so excited for my kiss... I'm sorry."

Your brows furrow and you plop down next to him on the couch, "what kiss, Cho?"

His cheeks blister into a blush of embarrassment, "When... when I fall asleep, you press a kiss to my forehead, and I really like that. It's something that's simple, but i really enjoy you doing." He buries his face in his hands to hide the way he’s blushing.

You ponder for a few seconds before the lightbulb goes off in your head, “ohhhhh! Your forehead kiss!”

He nods in his hands.

“Babe,” you chuckle. “I can just give you forehead kisses. There not exclusive to when you’re asleep! All you have to do is ask, or let me just come to you naturally. Nine times out of ten, when I come near you, I'm coming in for a kiss." To prove your point, you lean inwards to press a loving kiss to his forehead, then one on his nose, then the corner of his lips. He smiles and turns his head slightly to catch your lips in a kiss, and you pull back with a smile. “I like kissing you. Awake, and asleep.”

“Well I like receiving your kisses,” he says, laying his hand palm up for you to lace your fingers with, which you do happily before bringing his knuckles up to kiss them as well. “I like you giving me affection.”

“And I like giving it to you,” you laugh.

He tosses an arm around your shoulder and pull you close to his side, allowing you to cuddle into him with a happy sigh.

You kiss his cheek, “so… you like getting kissed huh?”

He blushes again and rests his forehead against yours to make eye contact, “don’t push it.”

“Too late, Cho.”

[jjkamochoso]

Flufftober Day 11: Ingredients and Spells

@flufftober

Fluff

Choso Kamo x gn!reader

Warnings: none

I have no idea what to do.

Choso slumped back against the sofa, his hands pushing his bangs off his face in frustration. He was a man of action; he was tired of sitting around and not chasing after his goal. He was a natural leader, as most older brothers are, and he wanted to set a good example for Yuji by never giving up. He’d been told he was personable and easy to talk to, and was a person with an especially honest disposition.

Why was it this impossible for him to ask someone out?

The person Choso had his sights set on was you, a teacher at Jujutsu High and the object of his (secret) affections. Every time he’d come visit Yuji at school, he’d always be sure to stop by your classroom and say hello, making small talk and slowly getting to know you through curious questions. There was a lot more he still had to learn about you: your hopes and dreams, your greatest fears, whether or not you returned his feelings…

I seriously need to get a grip.

Choso’s self pitying party was halted when he was interrupted by the buzzing of his phone.

Yuji: you know you’re the best big brother ever, right??

Choso: Did you get in trouble?

Yuji: no i swear ! i just forgot my lunch in my room :(

Choso: Okay? That’s a five minute walk to come get it.

After he sent that text, Choso quickly sent another one.

Choso: Never mind, I’ll bring it to you. I need the fresh air anyway.

Yuji: THANKS 😄

Choso stood from his spot on Yuji’s couch and searched the small dorm room for any sign of a forgotten bento box. He couldn’t find one, but he did find a crumpled up paper bag lying empty under his bed.

“He must’ve forgotten to pack it, too,” Choso mumbled under his breath, placing some snack packets inside. He was about to leave the dorm when he was struck with the sudden thought of potentially seeing you on his journey across campus. Running around the small room frantically, he was starting to feel frustrated.

Doesn’t this kid own a mirror?!

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he settled for using his phone’s selfie camera to check his appearance. Sprucing up his double buns a bit, he was content with how he looked and exited the dorm with a newfound sense of confidence.

All that confidence went down the drain the moment Choso spied you walking his way.

He had almost made it to Yuji before he saw your smiling face waving at him excitedly. He gulped as you practically bounded over; he had never seen someone look as amazing as you did, or have such a perfect voice that said his name with the most beautiful lips, and being surrounded by the signature scent of your perfume absolutely entranced him-

“Choso! How are you doing today?” you asked kindly, knocking some sense into the awestruck man.

“Oh! I’m, uh, I’m good,” he stuttered out, wincing at how utterly pathetic he sounded.

You pointed at the bag he had clutched in his strong grasp. “Whatcha got there?”

“Yuji’s lunch.”

Choso felt like he couldn’t breathe around you, like your very presence caused his lungs to seize up and his throat choked on every word he tried to say.

“That’s so sweet of you to bring it for him! You know, I actually just saw him with Fushiguro and Kugisaki over by the vending machines. I was heading over there if you want me to drop it off.”

What he should’ve said would be along the lines of “That sounds like a great idea, why don’t we walk over there together?”

What he actually said was:

“That’s perfect. Thank you so much.”

Choso flung the paper bag into your hands, basically running away from you, to find refuge in the nearest building to calm his racing heart. He looked beyond stupid, that he knew for sure, and he didn’t know how he could ever face you after embarrassing himself that badly. After taking a moment to catch his breath, he realized he was in the school library. Not wanting to risk seeing you again right now, he decided to browse through the endless option of books he was surrounded by.

“Ancient civilizations, huh? Sounds interesting,” he said, pulling the book off the shelf and taking a seat at one of tables in the empty room.

The book wasn’t terribly boring, but it wasn’t piquing his curiosity as much as it normally would. His thoughts kept drifting back to you and he couldn’t concentrate on any of the topics being presented to him. Turning the next ink filled page, he covered a yawn that tumbled out of his mouth. Soon enough, though, right as he was about to shelve the book once more, his eye caught the title of the next section.

“Love spells of the old world?” he read aloud to no one.

That would definitely be helpful.

He rolled his eyes, not believing what he was thinking. A love spell? Really? There was no way those could work. Besides, it’d be totally unethical and morally wrong to cast a spell on someone to change their personal feelings.

It���s a lot easier to mix some ingredients together than confess you have a crush on a person…

He decided he would read through the section just for the sake of learning something new, not because he was considering trying one on you or anything.

Nope. No way.

“All you need is honey, fresh fruit, and a candle?” he wondered, brow furrowed. “That seems too easy.”

“What seems too easy?”

Choso slammed the book shut at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n! What are you doing here?” he squeaked out, palms sweaty from nervousness.

“I work here, remember?” you answered cheekily. “Actually, I saw you come in here and I wanted to talk to you about something. If you’re not busy, of course,” you added, sounding strangely cautious.

You gestured to the book lying in front of him. “That’s one of my top choices to read in my downtime. What part were you on?”

“Mesopotamian culture,” he said hurriedly, not meeting your gaze as his face burned with shame.

God, Choso was a horrible liar.

You, however, didn’t seem to notice, or if you did, were gracious enough to ignore it.

“That’s actually right before my favorite part of the book,” you told him. “It’s a little embarrassing but I’m a romantic at heart I guess.”

Choso inadvertently sucked in a breath. “Wait, you mean the-”

“Love spells,” you both said at the same time, causing you to laugh a little bit while Choso looked dumbfounded.

“Do you… believe in those?” he asked hesitantly.

“Kind of? I mean, I could see the validity in it. I prefer to keep my love all natural, though. There’s something special in those moments between two people when they’re trying to figure out if the other feels the same.” You looked deep into his dark chocolate eyes, slightly leaning in closer to him and gently grabbing hold of his hand. “Do you know that feeling?”

Choso‘s mouth went dry as he wished he found a section in the book on how to not make a fool of himself in a situation like this.

“I’ve really liked you for a long time.”

Maybe there’s a potion in there to create a hole in the floor to swallow him up?

Your eyes widened in surprise at his unexpected confession, but you couldn’t reply as words flowed from Choso like an unstoppable stream of water.

“I’m sorry that was so sudden but I’ve been wanting to tell you that for months now and I haven’t found the right time because you just made me so nervous and I was too scared to ask you out but then you caught me reading about the love spells and I freaked out and-”

“Can I kiss you?” you interrupted his rambling. Like a deer caught in headlights, Choso just silently stared at you for a few seconds. All of a sudden, he closed the distance between you as his lips pressed into yours, giving you a loving kiss that wasn’t the result of any sort of incantation.

Little did you two know, you had an audience listening and watching the entire thing from the library door that was left ajar.

“Wasn’t this the cutest thing ever?” Nobara exclaimed.

“I can’t believe Choso finally told L/n-sensei,” observed Yuji, taking a big bite of his lunch.

“The only ingredient they both needed was a dose of reality,” grumbled Megumi, grabbing his friends by their schoolbags and pulling them away before they got caught.

[glozzavid]

Imagine Wimp Choso Kano

W!!Choso who’s two years into being a legal adult and has had zero romantic interactions but somehow got a date with you, and has been trying to prepare the best date (having never been on one himself) for you because he’s still reeling over the fact you know he exists.

W!Choso who has spent the day of the date hyping himself up and mentally preparing himself only for his parents to unannounced and unexpectedly drop of his younger brother Yuji, before leaving no other information. Him having no other choice but to bring his elevan year old brother to his first date. Having to deal with Yuji constant teasing on the drive to the park Café, “So she’s real, right? We talked about how anime girls don’t count-”

W!Choso's eye twitched at Yuji's comment, feeling his irritation spike.

“Shut up, I told you that in confidence!!” he huffed, his face still flushed with embarrassment.

He hadn’t wanted to admit to his younger brother that he occasionally got emotional over fictional characters, but Yuji had caught him off guard at a vulnerable moment.

“And I don’t even do that anymore!” he added defensively, even though he absolutely still did.

“So you're actually going out with someone? I thought you were going to be a lonely forever!” he exclaimed, his voice laced with amazement and amusement.

Him having to deal with Yuji giving him ‘pointers’ and telling him he’d show him how to truly charm, “A lady who is in a higher bracket in every sense than you.”

When they make it to the Café they both spot you in a cute light blue sundress, soft smile on your lips as you sit at a table outside.

“That girl willing agreed to go on a date with you? Is this a blind date that’s actually blind?”

W!Choso fighting the urge to smack the kid behind the head and repeatedly telling him to behave. As they walk up, before he can explain Yuji presence, the pinkette walks up to you, pushing his brother aside, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles before saying:

“On shon tay, and what is the name of this fallen angel that has blessed me with her beauty?”

He says suave and smirked, giving you a gapped tooth grin.

W!Chose who’s regretting not just having cancelled the date, “Please, ignore him. I try to.”

but immediately relived when you wave it off with laughter, explaining you also have younger siblings and get it.

W!Choso presently surprised how well the date was going, despite Yuji trying to insert himself into the conversation with an (attempted) flirt, but yet you managed to acknowledged both Yuji and remain focus on him and the conversation.

W!Choso admiring the way the setting sun reflected on your skin, giving you an ethereal glow, and the way the sundress gracefully highlighted your figure. Suddenly wondering if most people kiss at the end of the date, or if he’s thinking five dates ahead… what were the societal norms in dates?? Then his gaze following to your lips, seeing as they always were curved into a pleasing grin. Wondering if the gloss you wore had a flavor to it, and what it would taste like on his own…

W!Choso who’s carrying a tired Yuji in his arms back to his car at the end of the date, you happily accompanying them, to say farewell.

“Thanks, again, for being so… understanding about Yuji. I know it was last minute.”

“Don’t worry about it, it was fun.” You say leaning against the door of your car, “Maybe next time I can bring my sister, and have a playdate-date.” You say teasing.

But W!Choso only picked up on the words ‘next time’, meaning that you actually wanted to see him again after this and he didn’t completely mess up the date, and feeling his face heat up with a rouge tint over his cheeks. Suddenly remembering he had to speak, he mutters, “Oh, uhm yeah, I’d love that.”

He’s very much in love, and goes home picturing the color scheme for the tables for your guys’s wedding.

[chososlilprincess]

Virgin Choso who doesnt know why he feels hot one day when he looks at you, something twitching in his pants and his face turns pink from…embarrassment? He doesnt understand these new feelings that come with having a human body, and he doesn’t know why he’s reluctant to ask someone about it. Not you atleast, he couldn’t ask you. What if you thought he was weird? or creepy? why does he even care? he’s never cared about silly things like what others think of him.

When he eventually confides in his younger brother Yuji, he tells him something he can’t pick whether is terrifying or exciting. “its normal bro, you just like her,” he tells him like it’s the most obvious thing in the world, “and when you like somebody they often make you feel uh…horny,” Yuji said grinning. Choso gets more and more embarrassed as Yuji tells him the basics of the birds and the bees.

Now Choso was in his bed, rock hard in his underwear after thinking about you for a little too long. He thought of what Yuji told him to do when his cock starts feeling weird, he had to ‘jerk off’ which his brother had told him would ’help the ache in his dick but make his feelings for you worse’

Choso sighed and reached a hand down to touch his cock, not yet reaching into his underwear. He sucked in a breath, it was terribly sensitive. pathetic.

He thought about you as he rubbed himself with his hand, thought about how you look when you laugh, about your pretty fucking eyes. The prettiest ones he’d ever seen in his almost 200 years of living. He shudders, and when he looks down again there’s a wet spot forming in his underwear, right where his tip was placed.

He feels dirty, he feels like a pervert. Thinking about his pretty friend while doing something so nasty. It feels wrong. But he needs it, he craves it.

He reluctantly pulls down his boxers, watching as his cock springs up, and it hurts. He thinks of you again, about that one time you stumbled over your own feet, and put your pretty little hand on his chest so you wouldn’t fall.

He touches his tip and he whines. fuck. it’s red and sensitive and little beads of what he assumes is pre cum, leaks out.

He starts playing with himself, grasping his length softly and stroking it once. He lifts up his tshirt and puts it in his mouth, to not make too much noice. it feels so fucking good already.

He begins stroking it slowly. up and down, just doing what feels good. He spits in his hand and brings it back to his cock to continue jerking off. He whimpers.

He’s so desperate for you to like him, for you to touch him, for him to be yours. And for you to be his. He closes his eyes, and he pictures you next to him, your smaller hand replacing his own, stroking him, telling him you love him. He thinks about kissing your pretty lips, holding your cute face in his hands. He thinks about being inside you,

his dick twitches as he groans, spilling his sticky load on his stomach while his whole body shakes. He stares at his mess, breathing heavily while he comes down from his high.

fuck. He wants you so bad, he needs you.

and Yuji was right, the ache in his now softening dick is gone, but the ache in his heart only got worse.

part two here

[chososrightnipple]

wet cat bf choso who will intently stare at you from across the room when he’s ready to leave a social outing

wet cat bf choso who brings you random trinkets that he finds out in the streets as ‘gifts’

wet cat bf choso whose favourite position to cuddle is when he can rest his head on your lap, nuzzling his face into your side, arms wrapped loosely around your waist

wet cat bf choso who scowls like you’ve locked him outside in the rain when you don’t kiss him hello and goodbye

wet cat bf choso who follows you around everywhere you go, silent steps and deadpanned face hovering over your shoulder

wet cat bf choso who pulls you flush to his chest whenever you’re reading, so that he can peak over your shoulder and read with you

wet cat bf choso who puffs up like a territorial tomcat when he someone he doesn’t know touches you

wet cat bf choso who practically purrs when you run your hands through his hair after a long day

just !! wet cat bf choso !!

[egglain]

Choso is everyone’s favourite boy. Even your mom’s, which is saying something. Always the gentleman, he’s so in tune with your needs and emotions— he’s a sensitive soul.

In public, he’s perfect. Holds your bags when you shop, opens doors, and always has his card out before you can think to find your wallet. He’s great at grounding you, making sure you stop for food and drinks. And Choso loves to share. He doesn’t care about stares you receive as his fork flies over your plates to give you a bite of his order.

At home, he helps you with your shoes, makes sure you park yourself on the couch while he takes care of putting things away. Even though he’s still getting the hang of cooking, you never go to bed hungry— even if it means ordering in with a movie.

He really is the sweetest.

Outside the bedroom.

explicit content under the cut. 18+, mdni.

Behind closed doors, Choso is a different creature.

Depraved doesn’t even begin to cover it.

It never starts out that way, of course— no, it’s always wholesome at the beginning. Falling asleep, Choso pulls you closer to his chest as his leg wraps over your hip. It’s an innocent gesture, cuddling in as you begin to drift off.

That is, until he starts rutting up against you.

How could he not? Your smell, your body against him, your sleepy mumbles of endearment— he couldn’t help himself.

Which is how you end up with your bottoms around your ankles and his wet, pulsing cock twitching between your thighs.

He’d hump them messily, hands fondling your chest and nipples, bringing himself to the edge before stopping to kiss you.

He loved playing this game— getting himself close just to pull away, until his legs were shaking with need and his cock was so hard and heavy it hurt.

By then, of course, he’d be too far gone.

“Just the tip— please. Please, baby— just— just the tip and I’ll stop.”

Squeezing his balls and jerking his base just a little too rough, he’d babble for it. Beg. Beg until his eyes were stinging with tears, until you were reaching down to spread yourself open for him.

One nudge of his soaked, throbbing head against your too-hot hole would have him seeing stars. Toes curling and sharp teeth sinking into your shoulder, he’d paint you white between grunts and whines.

“Fuck— wasted it— needs to go inside. Need to be inside. Please.”

Which is how you end up pinned under him, Choso drilling you into the pillows as he desperately tries to fuck his cum inside.

Your hissed gasps and choked-off moans have his cock leaking like a faucet; he slips out too many times to count, but he’s nothing if not determined. He fucks into your tight little hole with unparalleled speed, the slap of his balls against your ass sure to brand your skin.

He’s never satisfied, finishing like this— as stuffed as you are.

No, he needs to see you.

So, you’re wrangled onto your back, Choso’s shaking form above you as he slides home once more. He nestles his cock as deep as he can reach, tears falling from the overstimulation. His cock feels raw, weeping and burning from the incessant pounding, but he can’t stop his hips.

Poor thing.

Nothing gets him harder than this— your lips on his cheeks, kissing away his tears and cooing as his tip stirs your insides. Your legs around his waist, your nails clawing at his back, the feeling of your chest against his— it’s all too much.

He’d cum crying, shaking as his hips stutter, fucking his cum deep inside.

He’d fall asleep like that, plugging his seed inside you, trembling in your grasp.

You’d wake up to strong hands on your thighs, tongue prodding at your insides as he cleans you up.

“Thank you— thank you—“

Muffled into your skin, you can barely make out what he says.

But of course, you already know.

He’s your sweet boy, after all.

[ccoconutmall]

SOAKING WET!

⪼ the jjk men wake you up in the middle of the night to tell you about their dream!𑁤

ʚɞ pairing: gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso x gn!reader

warning 𐀔: suggestiveノ characters are 18+

© property of ccoconutmall ‘24. please do not repost, copy, modify, or translate.

[loveandpeaceanddoughnuts]

road tripping with the jjk men

Satoru Gojo is a passenger princess. His bag is full of snacks, with extras in the glove compartment just in case. He sings along with you to 2000s pop and falls asleep with his mouth open, snoring in a seat that’s pushed all the way back to make room for his long-ass legs.

Suguru Geto drives and asks you to put on the custom playlist he’s made for the trip. He sings along to every song, windows down, and needs you to lean over and tie up his hair when it gets messy from the wind. He claims he can drive for hours without getting tired, but gets the strongest energy drink he can find when you stop for gas.

Kento Nanami downloads a bunch of podcasts for the trip, but you both get bored after an hour and you queue up his emo kid playlist from 2008. You both sing at the top of your lungs, and he keeps one hand on your thigh for the rest of the drive, smiling at you as he squints over his green-tinted sunglasses.

Hiromi Higuruma is locked in. His GPS is set, gas tank is full, tires all topped off with air. You don’t have to think about anything except getting comfy in the passenger seat. Listens to audiobooks. When you get bored, you tease him with dirty talk until he’s flustered and threatening to pull over, but you know he loves it.

Choso Kamo convinces you to let him drive after the first few hours because he feels bad making you do it all. He wants to fight anyone who dares to honk at you. If it starts raining, he’s white-knuckling the steering wheel and going 20mph under the speed limit. Honestly you’re not even sure how he has a license…

Toji Fushiguro smokes out the window and asks for road head fifteen minutes into the trip. You roll your eyes and don’t oblige, but you do let him reach over and feel you up as he steers with one hand. He lets you pick the music but asks for gas money. Definitely speeds, but you feel very safe when he drives.

Bonus:

Yuji would love stopping at every weird roadside attraction. World’s biggest ball of yarn? He’s there taking selfies and buying you a souvenir.

Megumi seems like he’d drive, but he actually prefers when you take the wheel so he can hold your hand and DJ.

[tapiocakisses]

BREEDING JJK MEN incl. satoru gojo, nanami kento, choso kamo, + sukuna ryomen

tags – bottom satoru/nanami/choso/sukuna, trans choso (tdick mention), trueform sukuna, no ronouns used for reader, gn reader (can be amab or afab)

warnings – breeding, teasing (sukuna), lactation (sukuna), dirty talk, nipple play (ish), mating press (choso), words "cock" and "dick" used to describe reader's genitalia / strap.

notes – may be a little ooc & kinda rushed on choso's part. sorry. :((

With Satoru, it's a slip of the tongue. It could've come from either of you at this point, but in the high of pleasure, all you two cared about was basking in the ecstasy of each other. You did what any reasonable person would do; you grabbed Satoru's hips and lifted them off the bed, pushing your dick further into him. Satoru kept his locked ankles on the dip of your back, pushing your hips against his some more. If you or him had any sense of clarity right now, you'd be worried about bruising your pelvis from the pressure of the contact. His moans and pleas were loud and desperate. “Please, [name]! Oh, fuck! Right there! Fuck me full! Don't stop! I – I want your cum… breed me, please.” He begged and pleaded until his voice gave out and all he could do was moan and whine. Satoru was always good at begging when he wanted something. The sad puppy eyes, how he slumps against your back when he spoons you, whining incoherently, and peppering kisses to your neck. During sex was different, though. Satoru's eyes glistening from tears, his face and neck flushed a pretty red, plump lips parted, and his back arched off the bed. Each moan and whine had a new pitch that always made these moments sweeter. You press yourself against Satoru and grab his face. "I'll make you a dad, 'toru. You're gonna be so pretty leaking my cum." You whisper, pressing a kiss to his lips. It was sweet and loving. A big contrast from how you were fucking him right now.

Nanami is a different story. He doesn't even know he likes the idea of being bred until it slips out of his mouth. He's always so composed and put together in the beginning of sex. Always a hint of shame in his voice when he starts telling you all his fantasies. He's a more gentle lover and admitting he had such fantasies embarrassed him. It started with you pulling his hair, then choking him with his tie, then fucking him on his car… He liked being subservient. Ready to please you and follow your rules. When a desperate panting of, "Please. Fill me up." escapes your husband's lips, you can't help but comply. Your hips stop for a moment as you shift Nanami's hips so you can plunge into him deeper. You lean over your husband and bring a hand to touch his cheek. “You asking me for a baby? You want me to fill you with cum? Make you a daddy now?” You whisper, a newfound tenderness in your voice. Nanami only nods. The look in his eyes was hazy. He was always like this when he was submissive. Easily falling into a blissful state of contentment. "Yes." Nanami rasps out. You grab his hands, lacing your fingers together, and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. "Then I'll give you one. Lay back and relax, handsome."

Choso is shy about it. He had brought it up at some point. He surprises you by laying in bed, naked with his legs spread, pussy on display. a shakily written ‘breed’ and an arrow pointing between his legs were on his stomach. It was really a sight to see. Choso always seemed so cautious around the idea of sex. He was always a bit of a pervert, though. This… This seemed like a big jump from where you two were. Not like you were complaining about it. The flushed, hazy expression on his face when you worked him open on your fingers and sunk him onto your cock was always worth it. Pressing Choso's thighs against his abdomen as you pistoned your cock into him was pure bliss. "Mmmph! [Name]! P - Please… Fill me up. I've been good. Wanna be a dad. I wanna be full." He rambled, hands grabbing at the back of your neck, holding you down against his body. Choso loved the intimacy and closeness when you fucked. He loved touching and being touched. "I'll give you whatever you want, Cho." You promised, voice barely above a whisper.

Sukuna is a stubborn bastard. It’s basically in his blood to make things more difficult to test people’s resolve. It isn’t any different with you. No matter what position he's in, he's making demands. Telling you how to fuck him, grabbing you to touch or move just right, sometimes digging his nails into your skin to keep you in place. This time is hardly any different. There was this one thing. You found out a secret of his during sex – Sukuna lactates. It was an accident. You swear it. You grabbed one of his pecs, feeling a little swollen under your touch. It was purely to make a little joke on your part, so you gave it a light squeeze and watched as a small dribble of white liquid - milk - dripped out. You turned to your boyfriend, expecting some kind of harsh reaction, but he looked dazed. Maybe that wasn't the right word, but Sukuna was always hard to read. No words were said as you tried again, watching as more milk dribbled out. “Awh… look at you. Feels good, doesn't it?” You coo at him, slowly brushing your thumb over his leaking nipple, gliding the milk around the sensitive nub. “Maybe I should get you pregnant. This can't be wasted.”  You smirked at Sukuna, watching him break under you with every thrust. “You'd like that, wouldn't you?” He hissed out, head falling back onto the pillows as he attempted to give you a look of hatred. He didn't hate you. He was embarrassed. The problem is that Sukuna's eyes always betray him during sex. His usual pissed-off expression is contradicted by the haze in his eyes and the redness of his face. “well? go on then,” he muttered after a few moments of silence. his legs spread slightly more, letting your dick push deeper into him.

tags – @kentophilia

[cursingtoji]

inspired by this gorgeous fanart

“mm good morning” you smile greeting choso, even before you open your eyes.

his long hair tickles your chest as he leaves sweet kisses on your neck. you extend your arms to hug his shoulders to which he hisses.

“sorry, angel, but your acrylics were particularly sharp last night” he apologizes by giving your cheek a long wet kiss as you move his hair to the side and try to look over his shoulder to see the damage you caused on his back.

“cho~” you whine sadly, not realizing how deep you went until you saw the dark red marks on his pale skin, “why didn’t you say anything?”

“i liked it” he whispers, “but it’ll sting for a little while.”

“how can i make it up to you?” you wrap your legs around him, bringing him closer.

“by joining me in the shower” he pecks your lips, chocolate eyes lovely gazing at you with some black eyeliner smeared underneath.

“let’s go then” you kiss him back taking your time to lightly suck his bottom lip.

“actually” he sits up with you on his lap, “gotta make yuuji breakfast first, so… afterwards?” he asks insecure if you’re willing to stay that long.

and how can you say no when he looks at you like that?

choso gives you a clean boxer and one of his black worn out band shirts before you use his bathroom to remove the remaining of your makeup and brush your teeth.

when you go down stairs choso is scrambling some eggs with nothing but grey sweats on, you shouldn’t tease yourself by approaching him… but he looks so sexy by the stove like that, messy hair down from the usual buns, scratch marks on his back and clearly no underwear.

choso says your name in a warning tone when you kiss the space between his shoulder blades, a sneaky hand goes to his front, feeling his abdomen contract under your palm.

“i know…” you retract your hand before things escalate and yuuji catches you in a compromising situation… again.

last time yuuji wasn’t even supposed to be home, so you two took the liberty of fucking on the couch and almost breaking a limb when the pink haired boy arrived from the party that ended up sooner than expected covering his eyes and shouting apologies while choso cussed him and you tried to calm him down and cover your chest at the same time.

well at least it was a funny story to tell your friends the next day.

choso calls for yuuji before turning off the stove and adjusting his pants. you put some coffee for the two of you then take a seat at the table.

he’s still looking for something inside the fridge when yuuji arrives, slapping a hand on his brother’s bare back.

“oh hey, good morning” he greets you with a smile while choso softly curses in the back.

“morning yuuji” you smile back, rubbing a hand on choso’s arm as he sits down slowly next to you trying to not touch his now very sore back on the chair.

“so…” yuuji takes his plate of eggs and juice then joins you at the table, “who’s paying for my noise cancelling headphones?”

[emmyrosee]

uuuhhhhhmmmmMMMMM….

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“Hey?”

“Hi.”

Interrupting his cooking, your hands come up to gently slot Choso’s face, smiling lovingly up at him while you angle him to face you. His chopping fingers still as you divert his attention, and he gives you a small smile and let his eyes wander your face. “Whatcha doin’?”

You raise on your tiptoes to plant a small kiss to his lips, “mwah.”

“Mwah,” he echos, his eyes dancing over your face affectionately.

“One more-“ you raise on your toes again to plop another kiss on his lips, “mwah!”

“Mwah.”

“Okay,” you hum, kissing his cheek and patting his back lovingly, “you can go back to cooking. Let me know when you need me.”

“I always need you,” he calls.

You just really like kissing Choso. You knew you liked it from the second you’d kissed him for the first time, unable to stop thinking about him and how right kissing him felt, you love kissing him like breathing and it feels just as comforting.

You kiss him anywhere and everywhere, grateful for the man you call your boyfriend and his chivalry of never letting you go too long without a kiss, or letting you kiss him whenever or wherever you see fit.

Like how the other day, driving home, he paid no mind as you grabbed his hand gently from the wheel, planting tiny kisses on the pads of his fingers and knuckles before letting it go back to its perch on the wheel.

Or, when you’re cuddling, and you slowly start kissing the sharpness of his jawline, not to mark it up, but sheerly because it’s the perfect area to sponge sticky kisses on, and he wraps his arms around you, as if to shield the action from the sunlight pouring in the windows.

Or, when you'd been rough housing for who knows how long, and once you rolled on top of him victoriously, you were able to pin his hands next to his head and pepper kisses over his scrunched face.

"It tickles," he complained.

You shrugged and smiled mischievously down at him, "that's punishment for losing."

You both know his words are empty, and he loves kissing you as much as he loves receiving them.

More than anything, your need to kiss Choso is nothing short of an obsession, compulsory and tkes over your mind and soul where you can't even begin to process going on with your day until the fixation is settled.

Not that either of you have ever complained.

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Taggin 🥺🩷 @reverie-starlight @wolffmaiden @thoreeo @aliensknowmyillusions @tutuwusworld @lavishcherie @sassycheesecake @cheolattes @rrairey @dira333 @unknownspecies

[tourturestarradio]

𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇

"𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐣𝐚𝐰𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐚"

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Pairing: Choso x Vampire reader

Prompt: You're curse just wanting to roam free but after certain events lead you to meet your new blood bag you fall face first into a growing obsession for his blood.

Warnings:Smut, fem bodied reader, kinda mean reader, hand job, riding, blow job (male receiving), doggy style, not proof read, manipulation, blood sucking (obviously.) switch! choso, Switch reader, semi public sex (only a little), hair pulling

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You stared at the male in front of you "you'd be of great help Y/n." blinking you sighed "no thanks." turning and walking away you felt energy zoom past you tilting your head to the side just in time as a sharp object passed you.

You groan in annoyance "I don't have a choice do I?" looking back you stared at the man dubbed as Geto, he freaked you out "I suppose you don't" standing still for a moment you blinked "okay. i'll join you."

After joining the creep with the scar on his forehead's little gang you were paired with a half curse named "Choso?" you looked at him.

He didn't talk much but not because he didn't like you, he just wasn't that sociable. Or maybe he just didn't like you. Either he didn't speak with you much.

Up until you asked what he could do, he explained his technique but in all honesty you didn't pay any form of attention to what he was saying as you were staring at his face. He was so cute. But he was also really hot when he was fighting.

Licking your lips you spoke "sooo, you can control blood can you?" he nodded "can I see?" leaning closer to him, he agreed showing off his piercing blood technique. Then the sweet smell hit your nose "so that's your blood? No one else's?" he shook his head again "can I taste it?" he snapped his head over "...what" nothing but a look of confusion covered his face.

You scooted closer your shoulders now touching "please your blood smells so good! just a little taste?" you asked, it then clicked for Choso, "you're a vampire aren't you?" he asked, as if to remind himself, you slumped "how did you forget so easily" Choso looked you up and down "do you need any blood right now?" you nodded your head rapidly.

Remembering a conversation you had with him you thought of an idea just a quick white lie.

"Ya'know...I have family too." Choso seemed to perk up at the mention of family "really?" you nodded "yes two little siblings, and they mean so much to me. and I'm the only one who can take care of them and I need blood to survive because without me, my little siblings could be out on the streets...or worse..." you mumbled hoping he would fall for your dumb story.

Choso frowned "I understand wanting to do anything to keep your siblings safe." you nodded 'fuckin idiot.' you thought to yourself "i'll let you have some." you smiled "alright come on." getting up you grabbed his arm dragging him away.

He let you pull him away into a different room shutting the door you had to keep a smile from growing on your face. tilting his chin up you pulled his scarf down staring at his neck you could smell his blood right below his skin. Licking a spot on his neck you felt him shiver. Biting down on his neck a sweet taste flooded your mouth, one like which you've never tasted before.

Your heart started pumping faster as you gripped onto his shoulder biting down harder "ah...!" Choso groaned at how hard you were biting him in the mist of an oddly euphoric feeling he remembered "wait-!" shoving you off he held the spot on his neck "my blood it's poiso-" "delicious! ah I've never tasted such good blood in my life!" you didn't seem to be affected by his blood, in a split second you latched onto his neck again.

Choso could feel your tongue glide over where you had bitten at, that same strange feeling washing over him again. His hand slid into your hair gripping onto it, after a few seconds he could feel himself get a little woozy.

Pulling your head away you licked your lips "Choso! I wasn't finished!" he caught his breath "I'm sorry I just felt a little tired" he huffed, You roll your eyes "right. well thanks Choso baby you're a big help." you were about to walk away but Choso grabbed your arm "wait....I feel weird." you tilted your head "hm? oh my saliva has some type of chemical thingy that'll nullify the bite, make you feel a little better." you explained.

"Hm. Alright but I feel all hot. Is that normal?" he asked you looked down seeing he was hard. Cute just from sucking on his neck a bit.

You chuckled "I can help with that, but is it okay if I do?" he nodded his head "ah, ah say it."

"Yes, please."

A smile grew on your face "good boy." pushing him up against a wall, getting on your knees you tugged the waistband down "wow." you stated, staring at his cock grabbing hold of it you looked up at him again "is it okay if I...?" he nodded his head rapidly that growing need getting worse.

"Speak."

"Y-Yes."

Licking his tip you looked up at him seeing him squeezing his eyes shut his face growing red "aw I barely even touched you." you chuckled, taking his tip into your mouth you swirled your tongue around his tip feeling him shudder under you.

Pulling your head up spitting on his cock your hand going to work as you pump is cock whimpers leaving his mouth. He leaked pre-cum as he covered his mouth with the back of his hand "can you...can you use your mouth...fuck...again? please." he asked, a smile played on your face "as you wish" wrapping your lips around his cock again you pushed your head further down.

"Fuck...ah, ah~" as the tip of his cock touched the back of your throat Choso grabbed your hair tightly, feeling an odd knot built up "I feel...hah, weird..."

You giggled sending a vibration up his body 'coming so quickly?' you bobbed your head back and forth faster "fuck...fuck, fuck..!" you nearly gagged as he came into your mouth pulling your head away you licked your lips "you're so cute Choso" you say lightly slapping his cheek "wait...wait can you do that again?" he asked carefully sliding you hand to his cock.

"Oh?" you roll your wrist back and forth "you like that baby?" you hum in his ear he nodded a low moan escaping his mouth "yeah..." he groaned tossing his head back.

"Don't be too loud now baby. Don't want the others to hear what a needy slut you're being." you hummed, pumping his cock faster he gripped onto your arm "shit..." he groaned again.

With another curse he came again letting out little whimpers as he tried to catch his breath, beads of sweat rolling down his head. Letting go of his dripping cock you licked your hand clean "might have to do this more often." You muttered, leaving him there in shambles trying to recollect himself.

.

As the days passed you couldn't get the taste of his blood out of your mouth. Trying your damned hardest to find something similar to it, but no one's was similar.

Once again you asked him for some blood.

A few days after that you went back again after that.

Then the next day.

Then the next day.

A repeating cycle but you weren't the only one getting something out of this Choso would ask for sex after just because he always felt so needy after. Sometimes you'd say yes sometimes you said no. Either way he was understanding.

It was late at night and you were hungry. But not for blood, you wanted Choso. No you needed him. Badly.

By some odd coincidence Choso was also craving you as well, because you heard a knock at your apartment door. Opening the door you saw Choso standing there.

Almost instantly you both were latched onto each other, Choso kissed you his hand holding your hips "I need you...I need you so bad" he muttered between kisses, "me too" pulling your shirt over your head he pushed you back onto your bed kissing down your torso.

He looked at you through his lashes "can I?" you nodded your head "ah, ah, say it" you smirked hearing him turn the tables on you.

"Yes you can"

Sliding your clothes off your body Choso looked over your body "like the view?" you teased, turning around on your stomach you propped your ass up looking back at him. Pulling his clothes off Choso kept his eyes trained on you, putting all his bite marks, and hickeys that littered his body from previous meet ups.

You were already soaking wet waiting for him. Choso pumped his cock a bit before lining his cock up with your entrance. Slowly pushing into you, he hissed "mm...tight, relax Y/n." he groaned slowly moving in and out of you as you moaned his name.

His thrust grew rougher as you gripped the sheets, he held your waist tightly "fuck...you feel so good." he groaned, tossing his head back. You cursed under your breath "shit! just like that baby. ngh, fuck" your breathing grew unsteady as he thrust in and out of you.

His hips stuttered he could feel himself coming close to his high "fuck...Y/n...m'close hah" you squeezed around him "ngh, not y-yet." you shook your head "..what?" he was confused but you shook your head again "n-not yet!" you dropped your head moaning his name again.

Reaching back you grabbed his hand "pull...out" slowly Choso pulled out "what's wrong?" he huffed out of breath.

"Lay back." he did as he was told laying on his back, you crawled on top of him, hovering over his throbbing cock. Leaning down you kissed him again sliding yourself down onto him.

Leaning up again, you rolled your hips forward "I like looking at your face when you cum" you smiled your fangs showing as you continued to ride the black haired male.

One hand held your waist while the other groped your chest.

"Mm I-I could say the s-same...ngh" squeezing his eyes shut he bit at his lip swallowing thickly as the urge to cum became strong again. You also felt the same urge "fuck. m'close too" your moans grew louder "let's....let's cum together" Choso had rolled his hips upwards "mm, make me feel so good...ahh, hah." your eyes rolled back as you and Choso came together.

Your body shuddered as you rode out your high, you laid down on Choso.

He opened his mouth to speak but you were asleep before he could say anything, a small smile displayed on his face.

"I'll let you sleep" pressing a kiss against your forehead he held you close to his chest closing his eyes.

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A/n: I love Chosoooooooooooo

[creamflix]

choso kamo x female reader; dark and 18+ content, minors and blank blogs do not interact. (hentai) voice actor! choso. unethical and unhealthy emotional obsession. heavy self-projection. high themes of "sissyfication"/feminisation. — masterlist here ☆

pervert! pervert! pervert!

it was the only thing choso kamo heard in his head each time he walked into the recording studio, the neon “on air” sign casting a faint glow that only deepened the pit in his stomach.

no one would ever guess the kind of work he was doing. not him, with his quiet demeanor and that deep, velvety voice that could melt away stress.

but life had a twisted sense of humor.

he’d never imagined he’d end up here — voicing hentai, of all things. it was a living, one he’d stumbled into by accident, back when he’d first started in voice acting. his voice became his strength, and clients loved him for it. they kept calling him back, but as his range grew, so did the demands. soon, he wasn’t just voicing male characters.

they wanted him to voice female ones.

he’d spent hours perfecting the voice they wanted: the breathy lilt, the innocent pitch, the desperate squeals. he'd honed each one to sound so real, each gasp and moan meticulously crafted to match the fantasies of the scripts he read. the directors fawned over his skill, praised how well he could capture the essence of a woman’s voice, the high-pitched breaths, the soft whimpers. they couldn’t believe how convincing he was, and soon, he became one of the highest-paid in the industry.

but the darkest part, the secret he couldn’t even admit to himself?

every single time he lowered his voice, every time he softened his tone to mimic that innocent lilt, he was thinking of you.

he’d spent years with you — high school sweethearts, then college together. you’d been his everything, his anchor in a chaotic world, the only person he’d ever been vulnerable with.

but after graduation, life had different plans. one of those gradual, heart-wrenching separations, neither of you quite ready to say goodbye but too busy, too scared to fight to stay together.

even now, he remembered your voice with that same aching familiarity, and it haunted him, the way you used to tease him, the way you laughed. sometimes he’d catch himself in the studio, eyes shut, remembering how you’d sound in his ear, playful and warm, whispering little things to him as he drifted off.

“you don’t think you’re a little overprotective?” you’d say, laughing as he wrapped his arm around your waist possessively. “not that i’m complaining…”

god, he missed that. and maybe, he’d thought at first, he could use his memories of you to do this job, to draw on them for inspiration.

but somewhere along the line, it had become more than that.

every breathy moan, every soft whisper he crafted, he imagined it as you.

“choso?” the director’s voice crackled through his headset, bringing him back to the present. “we’re ready when you are.”

he took a deep breath, the script in front of him blurring as he tried to focus. it’s just a job, he told himself. just a job… but the way his heart raced said otherwise.

“right,” he answered, clearing his throat. he adjusted his posture, letting his shoulders relax, slipping into that softer, higher-pitched tone. he could almost imagine you here, standing beside him, watching with that familiar, mischievous smile. in his mind, he wasn’t voicing some random animated character. he was voicing you, every line carefully crafted to capture the way you’d speak.

he took another breath, closing his eyes as he started to read.

“ah… that… that feels so… amazing…”

the words left his lips in a barely-there whisper, his voice softening with a breathy lilt, just like he’d remembered you.

it was sick, he knew.

but with each line, he let himself get lost in the memory of you, imagining how you’d look, the little quirks in your voice, the way your cheeks would flush when you were embarrassed.

sometimes, he caught himself, heart racing, realizing just how filthy he was being — channeling you, letting his voice become an echo of who you’d been to him. the memory of you, the girl who’d been his world, the girl who was now probably laughing in someone else’s bed, teasing another man with that same voice, that same playful tone that haunted his dreams.

but the memory of you was all he had. five years had passed, and he didn’t know where you were now, whether you even remembered him. the thought of you moving on stung, but he could handle it. because in this twisted, hidden part of his life, he still had a piece of you.

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[thesimpsbasement]

Request for Mod Betty! Can I ask for smau for Toji, Gojo, Choso, and Nanami react to gn s/o asking him if he wanted to try a new restaurant when he's free & they're going to treat him please?

First jjk post yipeee

Asking them to go to a new restaurant with you [jjk ver]

•characters: Toji,Gojo,Choso,Nanami

•warnings/tags: fluff,crack

[mommycity]

Choso with a big dick

Choso with a dick that’s so much bigger than he knows what to do with. A big pasty dick that just oozes so much precum thinking about the soft stretched skin of your tummy. The cavern you call a belly button and flesh etched with stretch marks. Choso who can only beg and plead while jerking off alone to fist himself in your presence. He’s so pathetic. He’d lick spit off the ground to dip his fingers in the folds of your back. His big achy dick craves digging itself in your waiting hole. Every night and everyday he can only fist his ridiculously big cock for you. All in hope you praise him for being such a good puppy.

[getonite]

YOU MURDERED ME! ON ROBLOX!

contains. teen!geto + gojo, choso, yuji, + megumi x gn!reader ( fem for gojo ). "you're mad cuz they killed you in roblox." sfw, kinda not funny, cringe. ( creator was lazy, this is bad )