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hi hi!! Can i req a choso with him being gentle and sweet at sex w reader? :( like he would always be careful and always gives reader praises ahdjshsjeh </3
꒰ warnings . . choso x fem!reader, soft dom choso, praise, size difference, missionary. mdni. wc: 1.1k
choso has to remind himself of how much bigger he is compared to you.
the way his broad frame effortlessly towers over you, especially during intimacy. he’d never wanna break you, his precious girl.
you’d be laid against your back, a perfect position so he can look at you right in the eyes, compliment you with a plethora of sweet sweet praises, kiss you, and even moan in your ear, making sure you know how good you’re making him feel.
“m-missed you,” he’d softly pant—his tip just shakily hovering against your slickness, he licks his lips with a hand gently pressed down against your tummy, a smooth stroke before he speaks in a cute drowsy voice, eyes half lidded. “look at me. here, hold my hand baby. please. ‘s okay.”
you reach to hold his hand, and a tiny smile tugged against his lips, he leans into your neck before he moans at the sudden squeeze your walls give him.
adjusting to him and that feeling always makes him do that thing where he moans out your name against your neck, playfully seeping his teeth against your shoulder. “g-god, don’t let go princess. jus’ hold onto me, okay? i’ll please you good, promise.”
“o-okay.” you swallowed, intertwining your fingers with his, and his fingers were surprisingly cold. the moment his touch ran and collided against yours though, oh how hot and warm he felt.
choso could praise you all day.
his strokes weren’t rough but they were just enough of a good amount to drag out sweet whimpers from you, he’d be pressed up against your ear as his length expands throughout your cunt, prodding against a few of your most sensitive spots to make your legs involuntarily lock around his slim waist.
“hold onto me, jus hold onto me.” he’d hum, and he was whining even more than you. softly licking a stripe up your neck, your right arm hooked around his shoulders, cutely clinging onto him in a romantic missionary position.
choso swallows thickly, peppering many kisses on your face, then it lead down towards your neck and collarbone — before he pauses mid thrust just to say, “oh…you’re jus’ so perfect.”
the way you’d immediately grow flustered at his words, averting your eyes away before lightly squeezing on his arm, moaning for him to keep going because you could still feel him harden and twitch inside of you.
“r-right, sorry baby. just had to admire you for a second…”
his tone was so smooth, almost bittersweet with the way he spoke to you. choso couldn’t help but sneak kisses on your mouth throughout his sloppy thrusts. his hips moved and went at its own reasonable pace — you always found it attractive how he couldn’t stop himself from deliberately moaning into your mouth. he’d always do it whenever his lips went against yours.
“you’re doin’ so good, s-so good, look at how pretty you look underneath me.” he’d mumble, raising his chin up to kiss your forehead.
while in the position, he couldn’t help but be a bit handsy to say the least. just running the very soft tips of his fingers against every curve and inch of your body….slowly.
taking in your breathtaking frame — a word he’d always use around you because that’s how he viewed you. “good girl, are you getting close? want me to s-slow down?”
“no,” you’d moan, wrapping both arms around his neck now. his movements of his hips, a good yet tad bit of a quicken pace had you bite your lip, his body heat, the sheer warmth of it had your mind just spinning. you merely lost your train of thought before you feel yourself approaching a release and your head goes back. “c-choso,” you’d whine out. and the way his eyes immediately light up at hearing his name come from your sweet mouth. “….think ‘m gonna cum, ‘m close.”
“me too, baby,” he’d rasp, his jaw tightens a bit before he leans in to kiss the side of your mouth. his ears—at least the very tips of them grow out to be so hot, feeling your pussy just grip around him and hug him close. “you look so pretty like this, y’know?”
“you’re just saying that.” you shyly utter.
“noooo i’m really not,” he cracks a smile before gasping once you drag his waist closer against you, making him hit against you just a tad bit deeper. “eheh, baby, you’re so frisky. are you sure this isn’t too rough? don’t wanna—”
you cut him off by bringing him into a kiss, it’s like his mind goes straight blank whenever you do that. the way your tongue runs across his, one hand stroking his cheek—for a moment you swear you could have heard him purr, his hair was down so it just prickled against your forehead.
you pull away before moaning, “i’m okay, i promise.”
“yeah?” he’d say, a tiny pout making his lip quiver.
“yeah.” you reassure him, reaching for his hand to squeeze it.
“…okay,” he inhales a breath. you were so cute it was almost too much for him. the way you brush a thumb against his hand, giving him kind eyes that this was what you wanted. he gives you a final kiss on the top of your head before he starts talking you through your orgasm. “just relax, okay? this is all about you, not me. wanna make you feel good.”
and he was so intent on doing that, he studied your facial expressions — the way your eyes would roll a bit in pleasure, your body language and how you’d fail to stay still, squeezing down on his hand.
“i know baby,” he murmurs, kissing the bottom of your chin. “you’re doin’ amazing, just let go for me, hold on tight ‘n don’t let go alright?” and the way his tip, his tip alone massages your inner walls has you stuttering on empty blank words, your mouth was a straight empty canvas. “look at me, hey hey don’t look away,” he whispers. “wanna see those pretty eyes roll when you cum.”
“f-fuck,” you’d babble out, hugging him, if one can consider that hugging. his body weight hovers against you, just rocking back and forth and it was so lewd, his thrusts against you were so sensual it left you with a good taste in your mouth. “okay, okay. c-choso, fuck, h-hold me.”
“i got you.” he’d whisper, it was almost like he sang it. the moment you came, feeling the immense pressure that was building up finally release itself, your legs spasmed and your orgasm was ripped away, you stared at choso before turning away and he smiles to himself. he brings a hand up to your head — a brief head pat, massaging your scalp a bit with his fingers before sharing a deep kiss with you.
he slowed down completely, just slowly rocking against you as your legs twitched, wrapping against his waist and never letting go.
“good girl,” he says between kisses, he tastes so sweet — peppering your entire face with kisses until he cracks a smile from you. “my good girl.”
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THIRST FOR ME <3
❥ — ꒰ notes ꒱ choso kamo x fem!reader, choso and reader drink, oral (m receiving), mating press, he’s not a virgin but he comes so easily, he calls reader pretty a lot, swallowing cum, praise
❥ — ꒰ synopsis ꒱ you’ve been babysitting this kid for a few weeks now and you just met his older brother ; 1.7k words
yuuji was a so adorable. he was a happy kid, energetic, so sweet, not the brightest, but you loved him. every friday and saturday night you would go over to the his house to babysit. they paid you very well. it was a good amount for two nights out of your week and enough to get you through college.
when you went over there, you just watched some stupid movie and cooked for him. he really liked human earthworm. he’d spend the entire movie explaining the plot and you just had to nod. the easiest cash of your life.
one thing you never understood is why they paid you. he had a brother. you’d seen the pictures, yuuji had talked about him. his name was choso and him and yuuji were half brothers.
yuuji curled up on your lap, almost falling asleep after you gave him an hour past his bedtime. his eyes were battling sleep and you knew it. you stroked his hair and pulled the blanket over him. once he fell asleep, you’d pick him up and bring him to bed.
and you did. within minutes that little boy was knocked out. you paused the tv and picked him to carry to his room. you brushed hair out his small face and rubbed his forehead to say goodnight. you turned his little nightlight on before leaving.
you glanced at the alarm clock on his nightstand.
8:59
yuuji’s parents wouldn’t be home for three hours. so you decided to rewatch friday the 13th and probably fall asleep on their nice couch. they’ve walked in on you sleep a few times it would be fine.
you sat snuggled up on the couch, the suspenseful music filled the room from the tv. your feet propped against the armrest. you let your arm hang over the couch. your eyes were lazily glued to the screen.
now fully relaxed, your body shot up at the sound of the door opening. in the entrance to the living room loud footsteps echoed. but you relaxed as you remembered what his parents told you before they left.
“you yuuji’s babysitter?”
choso was his name right? he looked absolutely nothing like his little brother. he was about 10 years older than him. he looked young but still mature. maybe it was the thick tattoo across the bridge of his nose. it also could’ve been his sickly appearance from his purple eye bags on his pale skin.
you pulled the blanket up over your bare thighs and skirt now feeling intimidated from his gaze. “yeah, i am. you’re his brother, choso, right?” you replied. he nodded then set a bag on the counter and pulled it down. it was four bottles.
he turned off the light in the kitchen area. his knuckles intertwined with the necks of two bottles. with his other hand he snatched a bottle opener. you gathered your legs up on the couch as he dropped into the seat next to you.
he opened one bottle and offered it to you which you took with no hesitation. “friday? i love this movie, you into this stuff?” he asked without taking his eyes off the screen. he only barely glanced at you again.
“yeah. i love this one.”
“yuuji sleep?” looking at his side profile, he had numerous piercings— three smaller ones on his lobe and an industrial. strands of his hair covered the industrial.
“i put him to bed like 30 minutes ago,” you answered. as the movie continued, you relaxed back onto the couch. choso made some occasional commentary that you responded to, genuinely interested and enjoying his presence.
you liked the way he told you about the movie. his sorta geeky persona came out. you also liked how when he took off his jacket you could see the subtle flex of his muscles. how you just wanted him to manhandle you, put you into positions you didn’t even know existed.
could he see the way you stared him down? was that the reason behind the look he gave you.
“y/n,” he called and broke you out of your trance. “that’s your name right?”
“it is.”
he turned to you. underneath the ink on his face was a red hue. it crossed his cheeks in the same way. was he a lightweight? no, he seemed sober. you on the other hand were feeling a little buzzed.
“y/n,” he tasted your name on his tongue again with more confidence. he shuffled over to you. his hand pressed against your skirt. he large hand fit over a nice amount of your skin.
before you could even pause the tv, his other hand pushed against the back of your neck. your lips molded together seamlessly and his tongue flicked yours.
you eventually find your way on top of him. his hands rubbed on your waist down to your hips where one bunched up your tank top to pull over your chest. you managed to undo the cute spiky buns he styled. his hair sprawled against the leather couch.
“hey, pretty girl,” he panted, “you good enough to do this?” his hands continued playing with whatever he could grab onto until you nodded. then he was forcing himself to lean against the armrest while holding you with one hand and pulling his pants down with the other.
he felt big through his pants — he was.
your hands immediately wrapped around him. both. his head fell back with a low groan. with the way you straddled his thighs and how soaked you were now, you couldn’t help rubbing your clit against him.
choso stroked your cheek as you crawled backwards to lower your head down. “you wanna taste it? fuck. i won’t stop you.” his adams apple bobbed with his swallow.
he was pale and girthy for the most part — the mushroom tip had its own rosy blush. it drew you in like candy. you couldn’t resist the instinctual first lick to his slit.
his warm salty taste filled your mouth. choso’s back arched and he let out a loud moan. his own voice reached your panties, soaking them without another touch.
“you’re so fucking good at this,” he rested his palm on your head. his other carded through his own hair while his lips parted. “shit — ngh, i-” your head bobbed deeper. more of his cock fit into your throat. “what a pretty girl swallowing —mmph- my cock.”
you pulled away with a soft pop. your hand immediately began jerking his slippery cock. and choso saw heaven. you flashed him a bright smile with your angelic laughter, “you really think i’m pretty?”
“cumming,” he strained.
you lurched back only to get your tits and face covered in his cum. white dripped down your skin and down your black bra. you wiped some off your cheek and swiped your fingers against your tongue. choso was still hard so he pulled you to hover over him.
he sat completely up with both hands on your hips. “you’re the prettiest girl i’ve ever seen. gonna let me fuck you? wanna feel your pretty pussy, can’t wait.”
he had you clenching around nothing but his words. you writhed in his grip, desperate to feel him deep inside your guts. you stabilized yourself with his biceps. “wanna fuck you so bad choso,” you pleaded. you grabbed his cock yourself now and lined it up with your slit. “i need you inside me.”
choso slapped your hip. “of course, wanna feel you cum f’me too. c’mere,” he murmured and pulled you against him. he left a searing kiss on your lips.
“please. please put it in.”
you finally felt the pleasure of sinking yourself on his cock. it was a slow and almost sharp stretch. each second you thought he was done you felt another inch of him. he was huge and it was like he didn’t even know it. he helped you lift yourself off of him. you felt so empty with just his tip. but you forgot it as soon as he filled you right back up.
“s-s’full, choso,” you slurred and nearly fell backwards. his cock slid against your walls. he groaned and his pace only grew faster. suddenly he had your body going limp as you came. he worked you through the intensity.
with his arms wrapped around your waist, he flipped you over. you squealed as your body hit the pillows. choso quickly sheathed himself inside your hole again. the top of your head rammed into the couch pillow as he pounded into your cunt.
the room filled with the sound of choso’s hips slapping the back of your thighs. the only thing louder was your cries of his name mixed with his praises. he told you how good you felt, how gorgeous you looked, how he never wanted to stop fucking into you.
“you’re so good, y/n. the best fucking pussy, ‘ve ever had. can i cum on your tits again?”
you nodded eagerly. he was just as needy as you were. he had to feel you just as bad as you had to feel him. “cumming again! choso!” you dug your nails into his back at yet another climax. ecstasy racked through your body.
choso pulled out and pushed himself above you. you let your hands get to him before his own. you twisted your hand around his length until his cum spurted all over your tits and collarbone again.
choso got himself off of you then pulled you into his lap. he fixed your disheveled hair. you grinned at him with a face covered in cum — his cum. he made you like this. he fucked you stupid and had you clenching around his cock.
“can i get your number?” he wiped his mess off of you while his other hand fished for his phone.
you laughed again and took his phone. “sure. oh quick question, if yuuji has an older brother here why does your dad pay for a babysitter?”
“cause he likes having a pretty face around here too. we should shower together, i’ll show you something.” he tossed his phone to the side in favor of scooping you up instead.
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#I LOVE CHOSO
"AFK" - Choso Kamo (with twt links)
"..like fortnite, i’ma need your skin.."
3,012 words.
warnings. nsfw(18+), bf/gamer! choso, oral sex (m rec.), humiliation, desk sex, exhibitionism, trying not to get caught, feral choso, p in v, throat fucking, oral sex (m receiving), overstimulation, degradation, choso whimper links included lol,
notes. my previous drabble abt choso had a lil kick to it, definitely had to make it into a full one-shot! hope u guys enjoy, and thank u for 450 followers hehe, so I included twt links! ^^
credits to @/plutism for dividers, @/adrienwithane for banner.
Not too long ago, it was Choso's birthday. Being an amazing girlfriend you are, of course you built him a brand new PC. It cost you an arm and a leg, but that didn't matter at all when it came to Choso. Seeing him happy itched a part of your brain, especially when he was the one who would pay for everything: dates, your online shopping carts, you name it.
He never really bought anything for himself. You were getting tired of the countless times that he went on a tangent about how slow his previous machine was. It was doing your head in, so you saved up. For what you now call a 'not-blessing-in-disguise'.
Choso was obsessed with his new PC, and it wasn’t an exaggeration. Part of you was starting to regret it all. The man barely paid attention to you.
Am I the asshole for being mad that my boyfriend likes his gift a bit too much? No, I wouldn't think so. I should be delighted, but it's pretty much getting outrageous.
The fact that he has almost every single game out there on that PC in just a span of one week since he got it - means there's more for him to do. Every day, he'd wake up, do a bit of house stuff then sit his ass down to play with his friends. For as long as he can. Never leaving that room. Hell, he wouldn't even bother answering your messages until an hour later. 'Mb, was on the game' is something that was engraved in your brain by now.
Every time you'd come over, he'd ignore you simply by just gluing his eyes on the screen. If you try to nap, just go home. You've lost track of how many times he's managed to wake you up with his blood-curdling screams. There were times when Choso didn't even notice you leaving, which upset you quite a bit.
Of course, you had moments when you needed him the most. Like, badly. Freshly shaved, he's not even mentally there to take a peek. You could be naked and oiled up in his bed, Choso wouldn't even bat an eye.
…Advice to self, don't get him a PS5 this Christmas.
"Choso," You called out, sat on the edge of the bed behind him. No answer. Per usual, you wanted to rip that headset off his bed.
Dark circles were forming around his eyes, endless cans of monster were scattered all over his desk. "Nah let's just fight Oscar, we've got a minute until the circle closes."
Rolling your eyes, a scoff escapes your mouth. Aaand he didn't hear you. Crossing your arms, you furrow your brows. He was honestly testing your patience. "Choso?!"
Choso flinches a bit, pulling one side of his headset away from his ear. His gaming chair spins around to face you. "Baby?"
He knew you were mad. You looked more than pissed. It was really because this recurring behavior of his was getting too much. "Your eyes are always on that screen! Did you even know that I was here!?”
“I-I’m sorry. Look, I'll get off after this game!” From his headset you could hear Choso’s friends teasing and picking on him. They probably heard you scolding your poor boyfriend. You couldn’t care less.
As soon as you were about to speak, he immediately spun his chair back around to face that stupid monitor again. He was too engrossed in the game. It was his squad of four against the only opposing team.
Groaning, you flop back onto his mattress. "..You always say that, and you never do." Muttering under your breath, you stare at the ceiling blankly. What felt like a hammer to your head, Choso's war cries could only get louder each second.
The past few days, you had no choice but to use your own fingers to toy with yourself. You were needy, and you missed your boyfriend's touch. Too bad he was too occupied. How come his keyboard and mouse get to be touched by him more than your....
Using all of your strength, you sat yourself up again on the edge of his mattress. Realizing there's no use in scolding him, you quietly walked up behind Choso, combing your fingers through his hair. You loved when it was down, and he loved it when you played with his hair. He found it relaxing. You could tell by the way his body was no longer tensed up, the back of his head falling heavy onto your hand.
Your hands left his hair, travelling down to his nape. With your freshly manicured nails (which he paid for), you gently scratched his skin on his neck. You could see goosebumps forming, but said nothing about it. Choso who was ticklish, tilted his head to the side - "Mmm," He hummed, telling you off as you were starting to distract him.
Letting out a laboured sigh, you stared at the back of his head. Wondering what to do with him, you pouted. Maybe I should just leave like every other day? No, I can't back down.
He seems really busy. Would he even notice if I crawled under his desk? Grinning, you got on your knees, crawling like a kitty underneath his desk but making minimal noise. You glanced behind your shoulder to see his reaction, but his eyes were still gawking at the flashing screen in front of him.
Coming face to face with his sweats, you kneeled, just in level with his lap. Peeking your head out from the shadows under his desk, Choso had only noticed you then. His eyes widened, the sight of you looking up at him like a puppy had started to cloud up his thoughts.
Grabbing onto his wrist, he slowly let go of his mouse. Bringing his hand to your cheek, he took it in the palm of his hand, eventually giving in and using his thumb to softly caress your lips. "..I missed you, Choso.." You whispered, softly sucking on his thumb. "..I need you,"
His breath hitched, your words were doing something to him. What a fool he was for ignoring you all this time? Just then, a cacophony of voices screaming through his headset broke him out of his trance. Choso's warm hand left your face, causing you to frown. Your fun was cut short. Way too short.
You had enough, deciding it was time you finally got what you wanted. Snaking your two hands up the soft cotton of his sweats, they stopped right at his crotch. His eyes anxiously shot down to you underneath him, telling you off and pointing to his headset.
Placing a finger onto your lips, you told him to just be quiet. His eyes frantically flickered from you, then to his monitor. Slowly, you slid down his pants. Smiling at the way he rose himself up from his seat slightly, so it would be easier to take them off. Of course, he wasn't wearing anything underneath.
Taking his long, thick cock into your hands, you jerked it ever so slightly. Choso cleared his throat, keeping his mouth shut all of a sudden in case he accidentally makes unwanted noise. He was practically melting under your touch, into the chair. Gliding your tongue over his pink tip, he didn't dare look at you. Not long after, your warm mouth wrapped over him, Choso letting out a sigh of relief at the feeling.
You knew how to push his buttons, bringing yourself to fully deepthroat his cock for a few seconds. His lips purse shut, Choso slightly biting down onto his bottom lip. His fingers started to press on the wrong keys, unable to focus on the game.
Pulling away, a string of saliva connected your tongue and his aching tip. You brought your lips back onto his cock, bobbing your head and hollowing your cheeks as you used your two hands to jerk him off at the same time.
The man above was folding at the pornographic sight underneath him. Hearing Choso moan by accident, he quickly covered it up with a cough. “..Yeah no, I’m good. Just don’t feel well..” Friends concerned, Choso had come up with a convincing lie in just seconds. His hand reached down to rake through your hair until his fist was full of it. [link]
He lightly pushed your head up and down his length, your mouth making sloppy noises all over, buckets of spit dripping down your chin and his balls.
Ripping his headset off, Choso didn't care about the game anymore. Or his friends. He groaned as you fondled with his balls, giving them a suck afterwards. His light grey pants were turning a darker shade than before. His two hands clawed into your hair on both sides of your face, Choso started to fuck his cock into the back your throat.
Moaning, his eyes shut tightly as his head fell back onto the cushion of his chair. His balls tightening as he heard how you constantly gagged over his thick cock. "Fuck.. Just like that.."
His moans were a mixture of curses and long groans, tears started to well up in your eyes. Choso opened his eyes again, looking down at you as he drew your mouth away from his cock. He smiled, seeing your makeup all ruined, your face covered with spit and so did his lap.
Rolling his chair away from the desk, he grabbed you from underneath. Only to pull it back again, placing it in front of his PC. Guiding his hand on your back, he bent you over on the chair, making your two legs kneel on the soft cushion so you wouldn't tire out. [link]
Holding tightly onto your hair, your head fell back towards him. Choso had ripped the fabric of your leggings that was unfortunately covering your cunt. Grabbing his cock, he lined himself up with your hole, his hands shaking from how eager he was.
Easily sliding in from the slick that covered your hole, you grabbed onto the arm rest in front of you; Choso stretching you out completely. Wasting no time, he began to move his hips back and forth, fucking his hard cock into you.
His monitor started to gently shake from how hard his cock was bullying into you, skin slapping as his balls that were full of weeks load cum made contact with your clit.
"C-Choso.." You cried out, your hand reaching back to his pelvis. Staring at yourself getting fucked like a slut through the reflection of his PC monitor, your ass rippled with each and every one of his thrusts.
Maintaining his brutal pace, his fingers were no longer woven into your hair, reaching out to the headset on his desk. Confused, you kept your eyes open to watch Choso place them over your head. "W-What..?"
His hands gripped onto the flesh of your hips, Choso leaned into your ear. "Keep moaning you slut, let them hear you." All of a sudden he groaned, feeling you clench around him at what he just said. "You like that, don't you?"
Spinning you slightly to one side, his leg went up onto the chair with you, allowing him more leverage to fuck you deeper. "Eyes up at that camera too, show them how pretty you look taking my cock," Tears started to stream down the sides of your cheeks, your face had flushed red.
Choso's hands took a hold of your hair again, his tip kissing your cervix repeatedly. "I.." Speechless, you lost your ability to form a basic sentence. His fat cock left you braindead, at this point you were seeing nothing but stars.
"..Use your words baby," A creamy white ring started to form at his base as his cock pistoned in and out of you. Choso's hand kept stamping down on your back from time to time to make sure you kept that arch. "..Isn't this what you've been wanting all week?"
"Y-you're so deep.. I can't.." Your hand reached back to his abs, twisting the white fabric of his tank top until it was all wrinkly. He took a hold of your wrist, twisting your arm behind you. Choso slightly bent over, his warm body resting against your back.
He quietly groaned into your ear, chanting your name like a prayer. You were fucked out of your mind. "You feel so good.. like this pussy was made for me." The pace of his thrusts slowed down, but his hips still rut into you hard each time. His strokes hard and deep, you swear could feel him all up in your guts. Your jaw had dropped, your head falling back onto his shoulder.
Choso's hands reached under your loose shirt, letting your tits spill out of your bra. Gently twisting your nipple between his finger tips, fondling with your whole breast afterwards, he forgot how much he loved wrapping his mouth around those.
"Your cock.. It feels so good.." You babbled, Choso sneaking his fingers underneath to rub lazy circles on your clit. Your legs began to tremble, fortunately your throat managed to choke out a whine.
Also seeing him in the reflection of his monitor, strands of his hair started to stick to his face. Multiple beads of sweat had formed on his forehead. Choso didn't want to leave your pussy. Not even Thor could pull him out. He enjoyed using you like a cock whore.
You felt so dizzy, mind full of his cock. Choso let out multiple whimpers as he felt his orgasm nearing, his index finger hooking onto the side of your mouth. The very last few seconds, his cock bottomed into you, trying to chase your orgasm. The desk hitting against he wall non-stop, his headset that was on you started to fall off your head. [link]
Leaving a trail of wet kisses down your back, his hand grabbed onto the plush flesh of your ass, continuously giving it a spank every now and then.
The wet, slapping noises of your skin continued to follow, until you felt his thrusts come to a sudden halt. His hot cum shooting inside of you rope after rope, just before he pulled out to let the rest out onto your ass. "..Fuck.. look at that."
Using his thumb to spread your hole wide open, his load spilt onto the black leather of his gaming chair. You panted, tired and hole throbbing. You got what you wanted, that’s for sure. Forcing his headset off you, you couldn't do anything but lean against his desk, trying to regulate your breathing pattern back to normal. [link]
"..We're not done here," Choso laughed behind you, your cunt still dripping of his thick load. His hands roughly turned your body around, placing you on top the desk to face him. Using his foot to push the chair away, he lined his cock with your hole again, using his cum that was already inside of you as lube.
"Oh m-my- Choso!" You yelped, one hand taking grip onto his shoulder for support, the other holding knocking his keyboard out of the way, trying to find something to hold onto other than his shoulder.
His forehead rested against yours, the staggering movement of his hips causing the desk itself to shake under the two of you. Choso watched as his cock disappeared in and out of your hole, grunts coming out through his clench teeth as he wrapped his large hands around your thighs. He wanted more, and wasn't going to stop anytime soon.
"..Good girl," He gritted through his teeth, "..I love t-this pussy, and you." Choso's hands pressed flat against the desk, his lips locking onto yours. His cock was coated in a mixture of his and your own cum, your sweaty bodies intimately hugging against each other. [link]
Choso wanted to feel all you, he just craved more and more each minute. His hands shakily held onto the sides of your waist, his lips moving to your jaw to plant more kisses.
"You're so beautiful, look at me baby." Choso lightly tapped the side of your face, telling you to maintain eye contact.
Obeying, you kept your eyes open; looking into his but not a thought behind your own eyes. You only continued to whine under his touch, overstimulated from how much he's used you like a cock whore. You were so close to losing your mind, drunk off his cock.
Choso too, was lost in your pussy. God, was he whipped— If only he could stay inside you forever, he definitely would. This whole time he was busy cursing at himself, how much of an idiot he is to not appreciate what he has - you. Your cheeks were stained with your hot tears, Choso hushing you and wiping them away every now and then.
“S-Shit, I’m gonna cum again.” He pants, feeling his balls tighten for the second time, the tightness of your pussy heightening his stimulation.
Your hands cupped both of his cheeks, pulling him in for a kiss. His thrusts turning sloppy, you cooed. “..Cum for me, I want it all inside..”
This caused the coil inside of Choso to snap, him desperately whimpering into your ear as he hid his face in the crook of your neck. “F-fu-uck…” Tightly holding onto the flesh of your hips, he made sure his second load stayed inside of you.
Sliding his cock out, Choso rested his heavy cock just above your pussy. Making sure he planted a peck on your forehead, trying to catch his breath. The two of you laugh, your bodies aching and sweaty, his entire desk and chair a mess.
Reaching for something, you blinked as Choso grabbed his headset that ended up on the other side of the desk. Placing one side against his ear, he spoke into the mic. "..GG."
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CHOSO SUPREMACY
two freaks
CHOSO ちょうそう
note : choso crack lol. i love him.
synopsis : you and choso have been the weirdest, freakiest, off-beat duo since the very beginning. your chemistry with each other thoroughly confuses the people around you. just two freaks in freaky love with each other.
warnings : 🔞 some suggestive content, mentions weed/getting high, unedited
no one knows how you and choso started dating. it's a mystery of the universe.
because you and him were always like mismatched socks. and yet you ended up together, for some reason. hell, even when you and choso were just friends you made an inside joke with each other;
"i have a type and you're not it." you'd joke.
"yeah i could never date you, either." choso would joke back.
if one of you accidentally flirted with the other, then you'd laugh and accuse each other of being horny.
"you're horny." you'd say.
"no i'm high."
"i thought you were choso?"
"no i'm your man."
"shit alright, let's get married."
your friends would sometimes overhear this and pull a funny face.
("are you guys crazy or high?")
"bitch, we're both."
you and choso met each other one day at an instrument store. you were accompanying a friend, they were choosing a guitar to gift someone — or whatever it was. anyways, so you were there lingering.
"you listen to the smiths?" choso scrunched his nose up.
"what's that face for! the smiths are great!"
so you and choso stood there, arguing about music. your friend just let you two be and snickered with the store's staff, who knew choso well because he practically lived in the store with how much he visited.
you visited that music store a lot and met choso over and over again, probably for a year before even exchanging numbers. neither of you were interested in each other, and you always argued about music... or at least it seemed like that to everyone else.
you and choso had an underlying comedy to each argument — yes obviously the both of you knew it was not that serious. choso just enjoyed debating music with you and was excited that someone finally debated back. sometimes he disagreed with your opinions even if he agreed, it became an inside joke.
"i like... (artist)" you'd say and then choso would shift his shoulders and lift his chin and reply with "oh, well now i can't like them if you like them. i refuse to associate with you." and you two would laugh.
the music store's staff genuinely thought you two were high every time you spoke, but at the time choso had a rule of never getting high and going in public because he'd embarrassed himself too many times.
sometimes you'd have a spontaneous hang out with choso. because he was spontaneous and you aspired to be.
one time, he said something unexpected when he lit up a blunt. you and him were loitering by a fast food restaurant's drive-thru.
"you know, i like the chemistry between our souls. i think we must have known each other in a past life."
"do you think we were also freaks in our past lives?"
he laughed and nodded, rubbing his watery eye when smoke got into it.
"we were definitely freaks."
"well, i also think our souls have got good chemistry. our souls are freaky."
"yeah, freaky souls."
you and him stared at each other. he seemed high but the rush hadn't even kicked in yet, so it must have been just because of your company.
"yo..." he cooed awkwardly. "sorry, didn't mean to stare." he mumbled something like that and looked away.
"eyes are the gateway to the soul. were you trying to perve on my soul?" you joked.
"yeah, i totally just perved on your soul." he laughed.
on that day, you distinctively remember talking to choso about how you two would be the last people to ever date. and he replied with some joke about "what if it were the apocalypse and we had to breed for repopulation purposes?" (how did you reply? he can hardly remember, all he knows is that he blushed at your reply until his cheeks burned.)
and then a year after knowing each other you were making out violently in his car after some friendofafriend's party. maybe you kissed him because he charmed you by playing the guitar earlier that night — he looked hot doing it, with his hair down, plectrum in between his teeth as he tuned it.
too many times have people scrunch up their noses in confusion when you and choso act like a couple.
whenever they ask;
"oh, are you two dating?"
with a weird attitude in their voice, you and choso troll them;
"no, we're partners in crime."
"yeah i do the killing and she gets rid of the evidence then we make out violently in the back seat of my car."
they look like they regret asking anything about you two. clearly you and choso were freaks.
people in your friend group make jokes all the time about how choso's in it for the pussy and you're in it for the weed.
"no actually i've been cutting back on my pussy consumption." choso replies with a face so plain that you could take him seriously.
"oh i been hittin' that blunt from the back lately i just can't get enough of it."
you completely confuse the people around you and troll them just for amusement. but truly you and choso do get fed up sometimes. it's sickeningly repetitive.
sometimes choso gets snappy, especially if it's a guy asking you;
"that's your boyfriend?"
"yeah that's her boyfriend." choso clenches his jaw and steers you into his arms.
ah, and his most classic response;
"are you her boyfriend?"
"no, i'm her wife."
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virgin!choso ✮| headcannons
chosoxfem!reader
MDNI -> warnings: afab reader (but anyone can read yk), virginchoso! (cherry popping /losing his viginity), smoking weed, making out, blowjobs, jerking off, mastubation, voyeurism, kinda dom reader (teasing choso), reader and choso fight for dominacr basically,face sitting, pussy licking, cowgirl, crying from pleasure, accidentaly creampie (choso cums inside of her by accident lol. please practice safe sex!)
a/n: thank you so much for the support on my last headcannon :((( i love yall so much pls enjoy virgin!choso (i love him so much i have brainrot)
virgin!choso who takes responsibility, as an older brother to house yuuji. this also means that he also is responsible for yuji's friends whenever they come over.
virgin!choso who said yes when his younger brother asked if he could host a movie night at the house. he relunctantly says yes.
virgin!choso like the good brother he is, accompanies yuji when he goes out to buy snacks and drinks for the event later in the evening. choso sneaks out of the store to buy some weed so he can just relax when he locks himself in his room later.
virgin!choso who waits until all of yuji's friends arrive, sitting on the couch and waving as megumi, nobara and junpei walk through the door.
virgin!choso who cant stop staring at you when you walk in. yuji greets you with a hug and the smile that is displayed across your face makes choso blush unexpectedly. (nobara saw it but kept it to herself)
virgin!choso who gets even more flustered when you sit right next him. you smell like strawberry and vanilla and oh, how he wishes he could just keep sitting next to you. youre intoxicating.
virgin!choso who quickly realizes that he's attracted to his younger brother's friend so he quickly removes himself from the group and escapes up the stairs, making sure the door to his room is locked.
virgin!choso who takes out a preroll, lights it and inhales the smoke, letting the creeping sensation of the weed take effect.
virgin!choso who lies down on his bed and closes his eyes. unfortuntaly, he hasnt recovered from you yet so again, his face starts to redden.
virgin!choso who takes a few more hits of the joint to take his mind off you but you are a hard thing to forget. he remembers the way you smile and the way you introduced yourself to him but he could hardly remember anything you had said since all he was focusing on was the shape of your lips. how pouty they were, how glossy they were.
virgin!choso who remembers what youre wearing. it was a simple tanktop but he could see the corners of your bra peaking out from the top. something that had choso's mind racing with not-so-innocent thoughts.
virgin!choso who re-imagines your lips joined with his, making out passionately. he then imagines your lips on his cock. how would they look if your tongue was swirling around his tip as well?
virgin!choso who can feel his cock strain against his boxers. its a tightness he cannot ignore. he pulls down his sweatpants to reveal the large buldge under it."fuck." he mutters under his breath. he sucks his teeth in while removing his boxers. his thick cock springs free, slapping his stomach. choso watches as the senstive, pink tip leaks a clear fluid.
virgin!choso who lightly grasps his cock, stroking it slowly. he's panting steadily as he imagines how your hand would feel around him. he groans quietly.
virgin!choso who's thoughts get even dirtier, stroking faster as he visualizes your warm cunt surrounding him. he sees you on top of him, bouncing on his length as your soft tits bounce with the rhythm. at this point, he's forgetten about the group downstairs. he's moaning like a bitch, gasping at the feeling of ecstasy.
virgin!choso who is unable to recognize that you are right against the other side his door, feeling a puddle of warmth pool in your panties. you were supposed to just grab something from yuji's room and come back downstairs however, you couldnt ignore the loud moaning from his older brother's room.
you slowly slip your hand down your jeans. your cold hands interacting with your sex makes you gasp as you circle your sensitive clit. you hide your moans through strained breathing. "mmmhf..." you accidentally let out, hoping the man on the other side of the door didnt hear you.
virgin!choso who hears a muffled sound at his door. it startles him, letting go of his hard on.
virgin!choso who quickly pulls up his boxers and sweatpants before unlocking his door to see you, red in the face with eyes watering. he scans his eyes down your figure to see your hand in your pants. you quickly remove it.
virgin!choso who looks at you in surprise before asking. "did you hear me?" he blushes when you nod.
"im sorr-" you try to get out before he interrupts you by pulling your free hand towards his room. he locks the door behind you.
youre frozen in place, not knowing if the man in front of you would confront you about the situation.
instead, he leans towards you, his cheeks flushed in embarrassment .“do you need…help?” he whispers. you look up at him in surprise.
virgin!choso’s eyes widen when you nod, before kissing him gently. he can feel your arms wrap around his neck, pulling him in to deepen the kiss. he could feel his overly sensitive cock rub against the fabric of his boxers, making him groan into the kiss.
virgin!choso falls back onto his bed as a result of you pushing him. the kiss was sloppy and spit dripped down your chins. he can tell you were enjoying it, grinding against his hard-on. you finally let go of the kiss before hastily removing your jeans and underwear.
you get on top of him, displaying your sopping cunt to his face. choso's mouth is watering and he couldnt wait any longer to taste you so he grabs your waist and pushes you onto his face, causing you to yelp.
"angghh!" his tongue is doing wonders. he slowly and sensually laps up the juices dripping from your entrance, groaning in delight. his shaky hands dont leave your waist, only pushing down harder so you cant escape him.
virgin!choso who is glad he's watched enough porn to know how to eat someone out. now he gets to reap the rewards by watching you squirm on top of him. he removes his grip from your waist to lift up your tank top and bra to reveal your cold nipples.
virgin!choso who circles your buds lovingly, making you jump at the sensation. you cream on his tongue immedietly after.
"fuck fuck fuck!" you whisper to yourself, trying to keep yourself from being too loud.
you breathe heavily as you calm down from your first orgasm, choso still softly licking up your essence. you remove yourself from his mouth, before moving down to hover over his crotch area. the flustered man props himself up, feeling your warmth of your heat through his sweatpants.
virgin!choso who hastily removes his sweatpants and boxers, revealing his thick length. you smile at how vulnerable he looks under you. his face red as a cherry and pouty expression.
virgin!choso who's eyes widen when you grab his length and rub the tip against your clit. he quickly grabs your arm, exclaiming that he's a virgin. hearing that information makes you smile.
"awee..." you coo. "considering how well you tongue fucked me, i woulda thought that you mightve had some experience..but i guess not." you whisper in his ear, biting at the cartilidge lightly. he whimpers submissively.
"its okay baby, ill be gentle. maybe if you beg enough ill let you cum inside." winking at choso before slowly pushing him inside you.
virgin!choso who cries in pleasure when he finally feels you. your walls are pulsing tight and it takes you a few seconds to fully engluf him in your heat. you, on the other hand were trying to get used to how big and girthy he is. sure, you may have done it once or twice, but choso's cock was stretching you beyond your limits. you cover your mouth as you sink further down his shaft all the way to the hilt.
virgin!choso who has to regulate his breathing in order to focus on the task at hand. his shaky hands grab your waist once more before sharing eye contact with you. he gets the 'okay' nod from you and starts to thrust his hips up.
virgin!choso who moans with you as you wrap your arms around him and kiss him once again. its a desperate kiss, filled with gasps and saliva, but to him, its insatiating. there could be nothing better in this world but this.
virgin!choso who releases from the kiss to adore your body even more. he moves his hands down from your waist to your ass, gripping at the soft fat, all while sucking on your tits.
virgin!choso who swirls his tongue against your buds, looking up at you to watch your face contort.
"i thought..hah...I thought you said you were a virgin..." you comment, eyes closed as you continue to bounce on him.
"i was..ngh" choso pants, removing his mouth from your tits. "till you came..fuck!" he fucks into you wildly. feeling your slick drip down his shaft and balls.
"mhmmf!!" you whimper as he hits your sweet spot. he smiles slowly, enjoying the way you tried to assert dominance before but now you're moaning like a slut on top of him.
virgin!choso who flips you onto your back, snapping his hips back into you, eager to reach his high.
"please..pleaspleasplease..." he whines like a broken record. "m so close....please let me cum." he feels the knot in his stomach tighten.
you look at him with fluttering eyes. "not yet."
virgin!choso who whines even louder as he plunges his cock deeper inside you, making you scream.
"please baby please..." he mumbles, his face buried in your neck. "ill do anything please let me cum..."
you grin, feeling his pace get less rhythmic and more sporadic. you carress his hair, whispering in his ear to let it all go.
virgin!choso who sobs out as he cums inside you, pumping his hips to let all of his creamy seed bed inside of you. you hum as you feel your womb get flooded, locking your legs so he wouldnt pull out.
virgin!choso who almost passes out while softening inside you. he feels your hand stroke his hair, calming him down. you scan his face, noticing tears clumped along his lashline.
virgin!choso’s heart beats wildly when you wipe his tear stained cheeks, looking at him with your fucked out expression.
virgin!choso who pulls out and watches his cum drool out of you. you watch his reaction and you can swear little hearts form in his eyes.
virgin!choso who brings a towel to you, wiping up the mess the two of you created between your thighs. you kiss him on the cheek as he cleans you up.
virgin!choso who is unaware that you have also fallen for him <33
CAMERAMAN CHOSO
cw: reader is a porn star, reader has sex with another porn actor (m), choso is pining, masturbation (m), oral (m receiving), vaginal sex, afab reader, cowgirl pos, unprotected sex
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Cameraman! Choso who finished film school very aware that he would immediately be working on blockbuster movies and was ready to work his way up the ladder of the film industry to achieve that type of job so, in the meantime, didn’t mind working on a few odd jobs to keep up with the cost of living and build his resume up.
Cameraman! Choso who is almost too hesitant to take the job that’s offered to him, filming on a porn set but, when he sees the amount, he’ll be paid up front, can’t refuse – although he’s not sure if he’ll be able to add this to his resume. He guesses it doesn’t matter. He’s got student loans to chip away at and he’s just itching to shoot something... anything.
Cameraman! Choso shows up to set early and eager to film but he’s still plenty nervous. He can’t lie though; he’s always wondered what it’s like behind the scenes of any porn video. Sure, he watches porn. What guy doesn’t? He never thought this was where he would land directly after school though. Despite showing up early, things don’t really set into motion for about an hour. Then people are bustling around, setting the scene and getting the lighting under control. He’s instructed on what’s expected from him – nothing he can’t handle. He’s sure he’ll hit all of his marks. Then hair and makeup make it onto set and the actors follow suit. The male actor is handsome, the typical type of guy he’d usually see in porn and nothing really special. Then his eyes land on you.
Cameraman! Choso almost feels bad for his first thought of you. He first thinks that... you’re too pretty to be here. Not when you could easily be a model in all of the top mags. His eyes stay glued to you, the female actor in this shoot. He can hardly concentrate on adjusting his camera without stealing glances at you as you let your makeup artist dust your cheeks to make your skin glow. The crew works around him as he watches you chat with the artist. Choso can tell that you’re the friendly type. You have that energy that shows that you really get along with everyone.
Cameraman! Choso has to clear his throat a few times to speak back to you when you approach him with a question about the lighting over the bed you’re about to get plowed on. He doesn’t exactly know the answer to your question but gives you his best guess and the waver in his voice really gives away his inexperience in this kind of thing. You carefully survey the unfamiliar camera man. Although you haven’t been doing porn for that long, you feel like you would’ve remembered Choso if you’d ever seen him before. He’s too pretty to forget. You’re never shy when you’re on set and the idea of the raven-haired beauty being the one behind the camera only makes you even more excited.
Cameraman! Choso listens carefully to what the director of the set tells him and then watches as everyone gets into their places. His eyes stay glued to you, even when he’s pointing the camera at something else. You fall into your scene so naturally, he’s almost unable to tell that you’re acting. He watches as you run your arm down the bare chest of your male counterpart and give him your ‘fuck me’ eyes, a sensual gaze you’ve perfected with experience.
Cameraman! Choso can tell that you know you’re sex on legs. He can tell that you know you’re the sexiest person in this room. You probably know that you’re the sexiest person in most rooms. He feels his eyes sting with the way he refuses to blink, watching you work. You get to your knees and take the head of the guy’s cock in your mouth, humming around the tip as if you’ve just licked the side of a candy apple. You maintain eye contact with the guy as you take him all the way into your mouth and suck his cock with enthusiasm. You throw your head back and really get into it, bobbing your head before the actor grabs the back of your head and begins bucking into your mouth.
Cameraman! Choso cringes when he hears you gag. Everyone on set sees how rough the actor gets with you, pulling your hair and snapping his hips forward with purpose. It takes all of his restraint not to stop rolling and rush onto set to pull you away from him. He wonders how he’s gotten so protective of a random porn star like you and why it’s strong enough to lapse his professionalism. Last night, he stayed up wondering exactly how he was going to keep it together watching some hot chick get drilled in front of all of these people and promised himself that he wouldn’t let it get to him. He’s here for a check. He’s got expenses piling up and they aren’t gonna wait for him to wait for him to get his foot in the door in the film industry.
Camerman! Choso is finding that goal hard to reach. You look so good, despite being face down ass up in the queen-sized bed. He can’t tell if you’re acting or if this guy’s uncoordinated thrusts are actually meeting your sweet spot. Fake moans or not, Choso finds himself breathing heavily as he focuses the camera on where his cock is pushing into you – making sure to get closeups where he’s expected to. He tries to channel everything he’s learned in film school but he’s not prepared for the moment you wiggle out of the actor’s grip and put him on his back.
Cameraman! Choso watches you impale yourself on the actor’s cock and ride it like it’s yours. He studies you when he realizes that he was right. That guy wasn’t pleasing you. You’re pushing his tip into your own g-spot, doing all of the angling yourself and your moans are sounding more genuine now that you’re in control. He throws all dreams of professionalism out the window when he focuses on your glistening hole and finds his own dick hardening in his pants. Choso struggles to fight the urge to reach down and squeeze himself in front of all of these people though.
Cameraman! Choso’s dick is so hard it hurts by the time you all wrap up filming. He’s watched you squirt on the guy's cock at least ten times, soaking the bedsheets you’ve been on for the last hour, and you look exhausted. Before he gets the opportunity to initiate another chat with you, not even sure what he’d say to a sexy confident woman like you, the editors are asking for his footage so they can do their job and get the video uploaded soon. When he turns back to the bed, it’s void of you and the cleaning crew is getting to it.
Cameraman! Choso scans the set looking for your pretty naked body, but he only finds clothed crew. His heart sinks when he realizes that you didn’t waste any time getting off of the set and he’ll probably never see you... in real life. He can’t focus on anything until he gets rid of his erection though, shamelessly jerking his cock in the bathroom and stifling moans into his palm.
Cameraman! Choso isn’t done getting off to you even when he finds himself in the privacy of his apartment. He opens his preferred porn site and types in your stage name. His eyes blow wide when he realizes that there are hundreds of videos available, all starring you. Choso gets off to every snippet he finds of you, fucking his own fist until his cock is positively raw and then some. He can’t stop himself. Every time one video finishes, his hand moves without his permission and presses play on the next one. He can’t get enough of your face, the way you moan (fake or not, doesn’t matter). Your sounds of pleasure fill up his bedroom and he spend hours rubbing loads out and moaning your stage name, fantasizing about you being there to worship his cock the way you do for other men.
Cameraman! Choso has developed a routine of only getting off to you over the next week or two. It’s pathetic, he knows. But he’s beyond help or self-control. He gets paid for the project, glad for the money, and even gets a new job offer. Choso just knows that if he takes another offer to shoot porn, that’s exactly where he’s going to stay. It was fine as a one timer but doing it again? He’ll get too comfortable and never make a name for himself in the movie industry with a reputation like that. But then, his obsession with you comes to mind. You’re an itch that he’d give anything to scratch. On the off chance you happen to be filming on this project, he accepts the job, wanting you more than any dream job he graduated film school in hopes of earning. The cameraman only wants to shoot films you star in, x-rated or otherwise.
CAN SOMEOE FILL ME IN ON WHAT HAPPENED TO CHOSO I DONT FOLLOW THE MANGA PLEASE PELASE PLEASE PLEASE
emo boy! choso based on nanamigojos fic
sorry it’s not done!!! i probably won’t finish it so here it is anyway
(also it’s tagged dead girls sketchbook which is my other socials :)