#choso nt

[rottiens]

✮ tags. . sub!kamo chōsō + dom!reader, canon au, female bodied reader, no use of pronouns, established relationship, part of my 'teaching choso new things' saga, praising, dirty talk, aftercare, finger sucking, first time saying 'I love you', reader becomes self conscious and shy at the end, choso is deeply in love with you. divider creds: cafekitsune. wc: 2.6k

You think you are not worthy of the view you have right now. Your breathing becomes arrhythmic mimicking the odd beats of your heart and you think that if you don't blink enough or if you don't control the amount of oxygen rushing to your brain, you could pass out at any moment.

Your fingers get lost in the darkness of his hair, the texture is smooth and clean and slips easily under your fingers. choso's hair is loose because you had helped him wash it just an hour ago, the long strands which, you mentally note cutting when you are in a not-so-compromising position, obscures his gaze and casts a shadow on his face.

His eyes look at you like those of a puppy begging for the next cue, just like a pet longing to be rewarded. If you think your heart will break your rib cage at any moment, it is at times like this that Choso remembers that he has a heart, and that makes him feel closer to being a human, a heart that beats for something more vile than adrenaline in a fight.

With the help of your hands you guide him to where he wants to go, his dull eyes flee from yours only to catch a brief glimpse of your crotch. Just inches from your pussy he can almost taste you in his mouth, for a moment he closes his eyes and lets himself be rocked by the raw scent of sex.

He licks his dry lips, using his saliva as a lubricant for what he will do next. Through your underwear he places a kiss, just above your aching clit that tenses and throbs with the sudden attention. His eyebrows raise and his eyelashes flutter in your direction checking your actions once more.

Your mouth is open. Choso can see your red lips, punished by your pearly teeth, your upper lip catches the tip of your tongue covering the top two main upper teeth and he feels as if he is short of breath.

"You are ethereal," choso muses over the folds of your sex, unsure of what he is doing and yet certain of the reaction he seeks to detach from you.

Ethereal. He learned that word with you, as well as a hundred others you've taught them in the time you've known each other. From the first time he saw you, Choso knew it was love he felt for you. It's just that he wasn't sure of the word until he asked yuuji. It was love he felt for his brothers, for his family, but he didn't think it could also be called love the feeling you bring with you when you walk into the room, the way there doesn't seem to be enough oxygen and the excessive sweating.

You were intoxicating and addictive and you were as nervous as he was when you heard him say he wanted to taste you… choso forces himself to clench his jaw because he's afraid he'll start drooling when he tosses the elastic aside and finally notices how wet you are. He stops breathing for a moment. You were glistening even under the absence of light, the orange sunset tempera justly illuminating your thighs and bare stomach.

Impatiently, he pulls your panties down. Until they become entangled in your knees and he resumes his place and your fingers return to his: on the crown of his head.

He lowers his face to the middle of your thighs and as if enchanted by witchcraft lets his thumb wander along the edges of your pussy parting it and exposing the changing hues hidden there as he continues to explore. The tip of his thumb grazes your clit and you gasp low.

"I'm sorry," he apologizes. Stopping immediately to turn his full attention on you, his eyes coated in a layer of glistening lust.

"I'm fine." Your voice is almost unrecognizable— husky and deep with pleasure. You were aching from how much he had unconsciously delayed your pleasure. "I need you to keep going, you're doing such a good job."

His heart clenches at the praise. "You like it?" he asks, full of eagerness.

"Very much," you reply, forcing yourself not to roll your eyes because that would mean no longer looking at him.

Choso rushes back to explore you again. You manage to escape your underwear by pulling them off of you to place your legs over his strong shoulders, you feel him tense up and push his hips against the bed. Your clit is tucked into his full lips, sucking and tasting it as his hips continue to circle on the mattress of your bed. The action makes you spread your legs wider to give him the space his mouth demands, the pleasure makes you moan louder which catches the attention of Choso who curiously rolls his tongue along your slit tasting you better.

Your body spills over his palate like the sweetest of wines as your body clenches and tenses as he continues the licking and sloppy kissing session. Choso is addicted to the way you react when he sucks that little button so he does it again, pushes his face between your thighs that squeeze around his cheeks; despite this you fail to push him away.

His name rolls out of your mouth like a mantra. Choso hears your compliments, your prayers, between your sobs he manages to decipher the words "please" and "sensitive" however at this point he can't stop to verify what you are meaning or admire your reaction.

This was what he had created. Your wet pussy, dripping over his mouth with each new lick and he wanted… no, he needed more.

The bulge in his pants hurt and the only way to make it better was to rub against the sheets. He's done this before, unsure whether to touch it or not, just rubbed silently against his sheets —his sweaty hair sticking uncomfortably to his face, his sobs muffled by the feathers on the pillow— while he thinks about you, your voice, how your fingers feel around his, your kisses…he can't take it anymore. Choso always ends up ruining his sheets or his pants as soon as that knotted feeling tangles his guts and he knows that if he keeps it up he'll do the same to yours so against his will he pulls his head out of your thighs, as if some unnatural force has done it for him.

You are clearly confused, choso can see it in your face, especially in your eyebrows together and that knot tightens further causing more heat to spill out in the form of a blush on his cheeks.

"What— why?" you ask as you find your voice.

"I'm sorry. I don't mean to wet your bed."

It's mortifying the pain and regret on his face. Your stomach contracts and you bite your lip to keep from lunging at him and eating his mouth. How could you possibly have turned out to find someone so adorable? Finally, your eyebrows relax along with the muscles in your face and a small smile takes hold of your lips.

"Lie down. Face up," you order him gently.

Choso does it right away, no need for questions or for you to repeat it again. He is across horizontally on the bed, his arms behind his head elevating his neck to take a good view of you and his feet are sticking out slightly from the bed.

When your fingers catch on the elastic band of his underwear, Choso has to take a gasp of air. He forces himself to inflate his lungs which fill with the musky, sweaty smell that pervades the room and he feels so weak in front of you. Exposed, just like the pulp of a fresh fruit you've just bitten into.

You ride on his lap taking it as a seat and his legs tighten as he feels your weight. Choso trembles with need and even though this is the first time he has been this close to you in this way, he feels the urge to pounce on you to feel you closer.

You push him back onto the bed as you see his intentions, the growl that slips out of his throat lets you know how unsatisfied he is as you let out a mischievous chuckle. Choso looks like a caged animal, he gasps like one; and just like an animal in captivity if you provoke him enough he can actually bite.

"I'm going to show you something," you tell him, chasing the flame you see growing in his eyes.

His pupils dilate and widen as he watches you undo your top and finally take his dick in your hand and arrange it in a position where it rests on his stomach. You get distracted by the spiral-shaped hairs you find on his navel line, your fingertips slipping between them and getting lost in the tangle of tangled hairs above his pelvis. It is only then that you improve your posture to lean forward and sit right on his cock; your wet folds embrace his shaft and it is automatic the way choso drops his jaw in unison as he drops his head back.

Darkness is all he can see for a moment. His forearm rushes to his mouth and his teeth dig into the skin almost automatically, the light layer of sweat matting his teeth and the roof of his mouth repeating the same pattern he has been recreating weeks ago in the silence of the night. Choso squeezes his eyes shut, that snake made of electricity tightens on his thighs and he sobs.

"I'm going to make you sticky…" he warns you in a weak voice, melting into the darkness around him seeking refuge from what's really happening and you find it adorable how much he's struggling to maintain control of his body.

"You're going to cum," you explain sweetly, pulling your arm away from his mouth. "Let me listen to you. Your moans are just for me."

"Is that what it's called?" Choso has a theory that if maybe he makes conversation he can distract himself from the fact that you were moving up and down on his dick, so wet, so smooth, it's like you're dancing. The sensation is new and so different, it's not like anything he imagined before. He rolls his eyes unable to keep them open and thrusts his hips upward.

As he loses control, the black mark that crosses over his nose expands and warps and that along with choso with tousled hair, streaked over the purity of the sheets is one of the most sacred images you've ever been able to behold.

"Yes-" you were smiling, addicted to the reaction you got from him. Riding faster as you feel your own orgasm building.

You manage to catch his hands and bring them on top of his head trapping him and leaving him helpless before you as you move with pressure on his cock that continues to drip, rub and throb over your clit with each new rotation of your hips, it was painful to feel him so close and far away at the same time, maybe choso felt the same but you didn't want to push him; you wanted it all to happen when he was ready.

"I want to touch you." More than a request, it sounds like a demand, a need, so you decide to give in and release one of his arms, curious about what he will do next.

To your surprise, his hand goes to your cheek. Large, compared to your face, rough and hard from having fought so many times alongside you and his companions exorcising curses, yet it brings a comfort and security in it that compels you to close your eyes and let yourself be guided by the pleasure and intimacy of the moment. Choso crawls along your cheek bone and rests on your lips, with his thumb he squeezes your lower lip which makes you open your eyes as you watch him part your mouth and land on your tongue.

You moan as you take it around your lips. His brow furrows and his throat vibrates with each new moan that he now doesn't want to disguise, your tongue plays with his finger, your teeth nibble at his skin just to tease him and the raw taste of his flesh floods your mouth.

"I'm going to cum," choso says suddenly, using the new word you've taught him.

Slowly, he moves his thumb out of you, cradling your cheek with his hand. You drop into this one, consumed by the act.

"Are you going to cum?"

"Uh huh," he replies with his lip between his teeth.

"For me?" Choso sucks his lip and closes his eyes again, his cock quivering hard between your folds expelling white ropes that interrupt the harmony of his skin and fall onto his stomach… your orgasm hits you almost instantly, as intense and violent as his.

"Just for you," sighs Choso desperately seeking to breathe normally again.

You drop down next to him, tired and sore. Your muscles are cramped and you are sure that tomorrow you will have a long day trying to accomplish the mission thanks to the pain your limbs will feel. It is in the midst of the dilemma of what might happen tomorrow that you realize that choso's warmth is gone and this makes you involuntarily lift your head to check where he had gone.

"Babe?" You flare up at the realization of what he is doing. Choso returns to the bed and takes a towel in his hands which he silently uses to wipe your crotch. You are embarrassed and uneasy, though perhaps not as much as he who looks as if he will start to let smoke escape from his ears.

You opt not to add anything else, let him lie down next to you and hug you from behind and cling possessively to his chest, one arm wrapped around your waist, another under your head.

"You're so beautiful." Choso whispers into your hairline after depositing a kiss there.

"Stop it. I'm embarrassed enough."

"I'm sorry," he replies immediately. You both fall silent for a couple of seconds before he adds, "Oh, wait. That means you really like it so I'm not sorry, you're the most beautiful person I've ever seen."

Oh wow. You had created a monster. You hide for a second in the warmth of his arm, waiting for the flame burning your cheeks to cease before turning to face him.

"Hi." He chuckles gently at the sight of your face again. Unable to erase the smile that takes hold of him. "You're still embarrassed?"

"Choso," you growl, looking up at him from underneath with eyes full of excitement.

"I'm-just telling the truth. You're really beautiful, I'm so lucky to have you with me."

Maybe if you move away from him you can breathe for a moment and let your thoughts flow again, because being so close in that mixture of his sweat and his perfume you can't think straight, you can barely breathe.

"I love you." You let it out suddenly, without thinking too hard. Your tongue breaks free of your self-control to give voice to a feeling you've known since the moment you met Choso.

Choso kisses your forehead, then your nose. And before too much time passes that makes you think this was a mistake;

"I love you too." He assures you. And he couldn't be more sure of that.

[ziinesso]

A kiss at the corner of your lips. It's his way of being modest. In public, in front of others, so as not to embarrass you. A gentle caress at the corner of your lips. A demonstration of modesty. Yet, a shiver of intimacy goes through you every time. You know what this physical restraint means. That a kiss on your cheek is not enough, that what he truly desires are your lips. But he can't. Not now. Not in front of all those eyes. So, he tries to get as close as possible. Like a promise of an intimate future.

- itachi, neji (nt) ; choso (jjk) ; nicholas (ggt) ; mihawk (op)

[screampied]

choso is soooo the type to fuck like a rabbit he literally cant control himself . he loves u to death he doesn’t know how crazy he fucks bc ur his first . he just knows it feels amazng & that u get so vocal when he goes so rough he loves ur moans . on top of that he loves how u are after, clinging to him sweaty whimpering & he loves the aftercare process

like when ur riding him he HAS to hold u to his chest & wrap his big ass arms around u he just wants to be close 😭 hes just saying he loves u over & over , nt even acknowledging how hard n fast hes fucking up into u

alr im done being gross goodnight 💤🫧

you’re so right 😵‍💫

i like to think choso’s just a natural when it comes to sex, like he doesn’t know what tf he’s doing but he prefers for you to teach him how to make you feel good 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️ oooo he loves your moans, i think he’d love missionary so he can stare right into your eyes as you finish underneath him, intertwining his fingers with yours 💔💔

CHOSO AFTERCAREEEE yes omg, but in the end we’d probably be pampering him more, he’s such a baby

being on top of choso he’d lose his mindddd 🙂‍↕️ can’t keep his hands off ur body like at all and he’ll try to cover his face with his head throwing back as you’re about to give him another orgasm GAWWDDDFGG

[pseudowho]

Since I'm a nice person I came back with the tiktok links after a long search because I didn't save the damn guy's profile 😅 I didn't send his name before because all the videos are in Brazilian portuguese, he has a very strong accent of an specific part of Brazil and also uses a lot of slangs so I think the auto subtitles won't be able to catch everything he is saying, but here is our headcanon creator:

Nanami: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM6yp2kUQ/

Choso: https://vm.tiktok.com/ZM6ypQqq2/

Translating quickly, basically Nanami would use his 7:3 spell to find every weak spot not only in your c*nt but also in other parts like waist, neck, etc. Choso would have no refractory period because of his abilities to control blood. There are other characters in his profile but I didn't look that much, his hcs are apparently new.

Hope you lot speak Portuguese, because this gem has just come back with the deets.

Thank you, gem 💎

-- Haitch xxx

[11h36]

JJK characters as dumb shit I've done

Used my phone's flashlight to look for my phone:

Nobara, Todo, Panda

Bestie had her hand out so I could pass her something, got confused n held her hand instead:

Gojo, Yuji, Choso

Had an obsession with McDonald's fries and only their fries for a month:

Yuji, Inumaki, Miwa

Slipped on some ice for like 9 whole seconds before finally falling:

Yuuta, Kamo, Nobara

Left the most over-the-top shitty reviews at my friend's job after they got fired 🤭:

Toji, Momo, Mei Mei

Kept tweeting shit like this:

MEI MEI, Toji, Mai

[rottiens]

in his pursuit to explore and understand more about human emotions and what it takes to be one, choso follows yuuji's advice that tells him that he should look people in the eyes when they talk to him because they are the windows to the soul, besides being a sign of respect and other things that choso has already forgotten about.

so that's what he does, choso focuses on looking you in the eyes when you talk to him or when you explain something but in the middle of this he gets distracted and forgets what you are explaining… this happens once, twice before you stop him.

there is a smile on your face that choso finds adorable. your cheeks expand, your nose wrinkles and he can notice the two front teeth being covered by the pink tip of your tongue just for a second. your fingers are gentle on his wrist, you make him distracted and get his attention on the way you touch him rather than on your eyes.

"choso." you call him, soft. so sweet that choso's chest hurts, you accompany his name with a giggle. "why are you looking at me like that, is there something on my face?"

confused, choso pulls his eyebrows together raising his eyes to look at you again. "how?" he has his head cocked to one side like a puppy you just offered a cookie to.

you proceed to show him by expanding your eyes further, your sockets seeming to consume your pretty colored marbles, your eyelashes standing out exaggeratedly as you throw your body forward as if you're going to consume him and he has to laugh.

"is that how I'm looking at you?" he muses.

"aha."

choso is silent, once again pondering what you just said and you allow him to take his time.

"yuuji said i should look people in the face when they talk… in the eyes!" he corrects himself.

you mutter under your breath in understanding, your fingers that haven't left his wrist squeeze him lightly, as if they are part of the point you want to make.

"i think you just need to relax your gaze a little… your eyes, i mean. try to look at me but not too much, you can look somewhere else while you do it. i think more than eye contact it's important to listen to what the other person is saying."

which is what he hasn't been doing for the last twenty minutes. choso chews his cheek softly, then nods.

"thank you." imitating you, he brings his open palm over yours in an act that makes you smile without showing your teeth.

"you're welcome," you reply.

maybe you're going to catch a cold, because the sensation of something hot like fever burns your forehead and neck.

[ziinesso]

Selfish, I acknowledge it. However, as soon as my mind turns to you, an urgent wish awakens within me: that you desire me fervently. It's a personal intention, I admit, to aspire to bewitch your thoughts, in the same way you adeptly do with mine.

Selfish that I am to seek the attention of an innocent. How can I pretend to rise from the darkest depths of the earth to reach you? And yet, here I am, writing to you, kneeling before your gentle person. I allow myself to confront you with my reality, with my shameful dreams.

But as I contemplate these words, I cannot help but wish that they reach you, that they reveal the depth of my heart to your eyes. For in the midst of this tragedy I am living, perhaps you will deign to cast a compassionate glance my way.

- choso, geto (jjk) ; itachi, madara (nt) ; law, king (op)

[ziinesso]

Invisible to everyone else. Intimate touches. Touches without a reasons. Simple extensions of his love. He doesn’t think about it. His hand on your back, his lips on your shoulders. Temporary, brief gestures. That´s how he communicates. By these touches only you know exist.

- mihawk, katakuri (op) ; nanami, choso (jjk) ; aizawa (bnha) ; wakasa (tr) ; neji (nt)

[ziinesso]

"What are you wearing?"

“Nothing.”

His body froze. He couldn’t move. He was too afraid to inadvertently touch your body. Your exposed skin. He didn’t deserve this blessing, this divine pleasure. Why did he ask such a question? The information was too much. His fists were tightly closed, his palms moist.

"Does that make you uncomfortable?"

He didn’t answer. Nothing was in his head except that image. Your naked body. You were naked. Next to him, a few inches away from his own burning body. His brain taunted him with his shameful imagination.

“Can I touch you?”

Your whisper startled him. He stammered several times, his hands tightening to close at irregular intervals. He felt silly. He felt innocent, amateur in front of the one he wanted to impress. The realization made him bite his lip. He was going to do it. He was going to respond with that envied boldness. Yet, at the sight of your face illuminated by the moon, only a breeze passed his lips.

"Please…"

- iwaizumi, atsumu (hq) ; chifuyu, rindou (tr) ; choso (jjk) ; neji (nt)

[ziinesso]

It was after, when your movements stopped, when your bodies detached, that he understood. When the reality that awaited him came back, he understood how much he had loved it. 

So, he called you back. Again and again. 

He invited you to protect him from his nightmares. He snuggled in your neck and embraced that feeling which was so foreign to him. He didn't let go of you during the night, being able to detach himself only at the appearance of the first ray of sun. And when he thought that the sun was too much in a hurry, he would grumble before pulling the curtains to obtain back darkness. To retrieve his excuse to enjoy a few more moments of your comfort. 

"Love isn’t for everyone." 

And yet how was he supposed to name that feeling that grew within him every time he opened his door? 

Night after night, what started as a quick fuck to relax transitioned to a much more passionate exchange. The touches became longer, tender and delicate. Words were now sung under the pleasures you exchanged. Your eyes opened up, met, and discovered a new addictive beauty. Your bodies wouldn't separate, the sun ignored if not thanked for illuminating your attraction. 

It may not have been love, but he knew that there was something so strong between you. Something special. Something that made you able to make love while thinking only of yourselves. And that, that was enough to make him feel alive. 

- dabi (bnha) ; choso, toji (jjk) ; madara, itachi (nt) ; taiju (tr) ; katakuri (op) ; nicolas (ggt)

[ziinesso]

“I’m surprised, didn’t expect you to like shopping.”

He was also surprised. Patience wasn’t his forte. The incessant noise, the looping music, he didn’t like it either. But he wasn’t going to admit to you that he had discovered an unexpected opportunity in those shopping afternoons. 

He didn’t dare to tell you that in the reflections of all those mirrors, he was looking at you. That his insistence on finding the perfect fit was just an excuse to brush your curves. To caress your arm to check the quality of the fabric. Sneaking into the cabin to assist you with this zip. It was a difficult one to close, this zip, huh? He knew it, that’s why he chose it. 

He didn’t dare yet. He still needed an excuse for his feelings.

- atsumu, suna (hq) ; megumi, choso (jjk) ; chifuyu, rindou (tr) ; sasuke (nt)

[ziinesso]

I hope for many things but lately, I caught myself craving for one thing. It’s something so foolish, you’re going to laugh. I know you. It wouldn’t be the first time you laugh at my madness. 

My dear, these days, I can only hope to be able to have you in my arms, to feel your body melt against mine and your heartbeat dance with mine. That is the only thing I have, that hope. The only thing to keep me sane as I wait for your return. 

- benn, mihawk (op) ; nanami, choso (jjk) ; aizawa (bnha) ; neji, gaara (nt)

[ziinesso]

"They don’t deserve you."

"Over and over again. They don’t deserve you. Every time I introduce you to someone. They don’t deserve you. If you keep this up, I won’t tell you anything."

"That’s the truth, you deserve better."

"Oh well? And who’s better? You maybe?"

"No. Not me. I wish it was me, but... I can’t. It can’t be me."

"C/N..."

"Forget it. It’s not important."

"It is-"

"No, it’s not important. What’s important is that you’re happy. And I can’t do that. I can’t make you happy, but I’m sure you’ll find someone who will make you the happiest." 

- chifuyu (tr) ; megumi, choso (jjk) ; ace, sanji (op) ; kakashi, gaara (nt)