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can you hear this

Croquis

I just want someone to call me a good girl for obeying the laws of physics, is that too much to ask?😣💔

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐔𝐘...

choso's the type of guy who gives you back hugs at random. you could be cooking and next thing you know, strong arms are wrapped around your waist. even in long lines. he just likes resting his head in the nape of your neck and breathing in your scent.

choso's the type of guy who's happy to see you getting along with his brothers. just you all being there in the living room either playing a silly game or just talking about nonsense. he's just happy that his favourite people can get along.

choso's the type of guy who apologizes immediately after a fight. even if it's not his fault he just has to. which makes it hard for you to stay mad at you. he doesn't want to go to bed with a heavy heart thinking about the fight the entire night. he's always grateful and makes it up to you as soon as you forgive him.

choso's the type of guy who loves it when you play with his hair. it's just something about the way you massage his scalp lightly that has his eyes lidded and feeling completely relaxed. some days he just lets you style his hair for the day because he believes you just do it way better.

choso's the type of guy who yaps about you when you're the topic of discussion. when you're name is mentioned he starts ranting none stop. he could be asked "how's your girlfriend doing?". " she's absolutely wonderful. especially with what she did for me....", and he just goes on and on not letting the other person leave.

choso's the type of guy who always makes sure to take pictures of the both of you. whatever date that you go on or whatever activity you decide to do at home he makes sure to take a picture of it. they're for memories so that he can look back when he misses you dearly or when you're old and wrinkly, as he likes to say it.

choso's the type of guy who speaks up for you at restaurants. he knows you're not yourself at crowded places and he knows you get anxiety when you even think about ordering or even correcting the order. he understands because he goes through this too, but he has to speak for you and he does which you greatly appreciate.

choso's the type of guy who loves receiving forehead and cheek kisses from you. he finds it so intimate when you press your lips on either his cheek or forehead. his cheeks dusting pink and a stupid smile spreading across his face. he likes to think it's a silent way of you telling him that you love him.

choso's the type of guy who values your opinion on certain things. on whatever it is, be it what he's cooking, ordering or what he's gonna wear to sleep, he must ask you because he really values your opinions, even if sometimes that could be a bit off he still asks you anyways.

choso's the type of guy who dreams of starting a family with you one day. just the thought of you carrying and taking care of something that you made together makes your heart race. he spaces out when he sees a beautiful ring on display and imagining your reaction when he gets down on one knee. but he's gonna have to wait...wait for the perfect moment

ROCKSTAR

pairing: choso x fem! reader contents: smut, p in v, semi-public (bathroom stall), he bites you once, pet names (pretty little thing, baby) wordcount: 1.2k

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Upcoming rockstar Choso who fucks you in the bathroom before one of his shows. 

You hadn’t originally planned on coming to the gig, but your friends wouldn't stop raving about the band that was playing. How all the members are super hot; how this is your chance to see them before they get big and famous. Plus, there’s an open bar if you pay for entrance, and you’re not one to pass up on the chance to get cheap drinks and dance with your friends. 

Except when you go to order at the bar, you notice the hottest man you’ve ever seen. 

Black hair in two messy ponytails, tattoo across his nose, purple shirt, and dark jeans. You have a hard time looking away, and he seems to notice because he smiles at you and encourages you to come sit next to him. 

You’re a bit intimidated, but nevertheless, you decide that life is short and an opportunity is being placed on a gold plate in front of you. 

How you ended up here, you’re not entirely sure. 

Pushed against a wall in a dirty bathroom stall, the guy you now know as Choso, pinning you to it. Your legs are wrapped around him, the skirt you opted to wear bunched around your waist. 

Choso’s ridiculously thick cock is stretching you open, making you gasp each time he bottoms out. He’s got his face buried in the crook of your neck, biting down to muffle his moans and whimpers, his big hands wrapped around your thighs, occasionally groping your ass. Your shirt is pushed up, tits coated in salvia from his earlier abuse. 

You feel dizzy. You’d only taken two sips of your drink before Choso swept you away, but the way he’s fucking you against the bathroom stall, hips mean and slow against yours, is making you so unbelievably cockdrunk that it’s hard to think. 

Your phone is ringing continuously. It makes Choso chuckle as he detaches himself from your neck, taking a second to lick over the bite mark he’s left, before coming up and pressing his forehead against yours. 

“Someone’s popular, huh?” He huffs, and you whimper when his cock kisses your cervix, sending sparks through your body. You can't help but bring your hands to his hair, pulling his bangs out of his face and tugging on his ponytails.

“Ignore it,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him, but Choso teasingly pulls away, shaking his head. He slips a hand into your skirt pocket, your phone already dangerously close to slipping out due to the way your skirt has been pushed out of the way and checks your notifications. 

“Gig is starting soon,” he muses, putting your phone in the back pocket of his jeans that are only just pulled down enough to release his cock. “Your friends are scared you’ll miss it. We should hurry up.”

He pulls out, ignoring your whine as he helps you stand on shaky legs, turning you around and pushing you against the wall again. You brace yourself, turning your head to the side in an attempt to watch as he slips in again and begins to fuck you harder than before. 

Your eyes roll back immediately, his cock repeatedly bullying your sweet spot. Your knees buckle at the intense feeling, and you’re afraid you’d fall if it wasn’t for Choso’s hands gripping your hips. 

He kisses your nape, murmuring praises in your ear. Thanking you for letting him do this to you, for being so sweet to him. 

You’re even tighter from this angle and Choso thinks he might actually be seeing the white gates of heaven. Pleasure shoots down his spine, making him stutter out ragged moans as his fingers dig into your soft skin.

“Pretty little thing. Do you always let guys fuck you in dirty bathroom stalls like this?” He asks, and you shake your head, your hands searching for purchase on the wall as you pant. 

“No, usually don’t do this,” you gasp, shutting your eyes as you begin to feel that familiar buildup in your core. Your cunt flutters and twitches, sucking Choso’s cock in deeper, and he whimpers, watching where his pelvis collides with your ass, dick disappearing inside of you. 

“Fuck, baby. So it’s just me, then? I’m special?” He asks, kissing and licking your neck. You let out a strangled sound of agreement, and Choso’s hand snakes down to find your clit, rubbing messy circles in an attempt to make you come before he does. 

Your pretty little confession makes Choso whine. When he saw you waltzing up to the bar in your cute little outfit, he knew he had to have you. And the fact that you not only let him so easily but that he’s the only one you’ve done something like this with. Fucking a stranger in a bathroom? It makes his cock twitch and leak precum profusely.

You barely have time to register it before you reach that delicious peak, your mouth falling agape in a silent moan as your legs shake. Your cunt pulses, tightening around Choso’s cock, making his hips stutter as he bottoms out.

Choso keeps you upright, coming soon after you, filling the condom he reluctantly put on earlier.

You stay there for a while, both of you catching your breaths, before Choso pulls out, throwing the condom in the trash can beside the toilet, and tugging away his cock, zipping up his jeans. 

He puts your panties back in place, patting your clothed cunt three times, earning a whine from you, before pulling down your skirt again. You turn around and giggle slightly as you fix his hair.

“That was really nice,” Choso grins, leaning down and kissing each of your tits, as though he’s saying goodbye to those as well, before putting your shirt back in place. 

“Yeah, I liked it,” you reply, pulling him down by the neck to give you a proper kiss. He obliges immediately, cupping your face and sighing into your mouth. You hum and can’t help but grin when he pulls away, delighted at the evidence of your encounter on his kiss-bitten lips. 

“You have a really nice cock,” you add, and Choso snorts, coming down to give you one last peck, before putting your phone in your hand and unlocking the stall. 

“And your cunt is to die for,” he replies, winking at your flushed face. He goes to leave but comes back for a final kiss. “Now, wouldn’t wanna miss the performance,” he says, forcing himself to leave the stall for good. 

“Come find me after, okay?”

“After?” you ask, your brows knitting together. “Why after?” you add, but he’s already slipped out of the bathroom, leaving you alone in there.

The performance must have started, you think to yourself, because the bathroom is empty as you fix your hair in the mirror and apply a new layer of gloss to your lips. 

“Where were you?” one of your friends asks you when you manage to stumble back out and you shake your head. 

“I’ll tell you later.” 

The bar is filled by now, as you turn your head to look at the band playing. They’re good, you note, very good, as you take in the members, till your gaze lands on the bassist. 

He smiles at you, his grin widening when he sees your wide eyes and slightly agape mouth.

“The bassist is hot, right? His name is Choso,” your friend yells in your ear, and you nod.

“Yeah, he looks alright.”

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˖ ࣪ ، ◞ せ⌇ SWEET TALK. featuring choso.

↻ choso lives for one thing ; to make sure his precious girlfriend is never unsatisfied.

tags : cunniligus, dirty talk, body worship, male masturbation, overstimulation, squirting, fingering, mentions of face sitting, feral choso // wc. 0.7k

author's note : i lowkey wanna thank @toadtoru for sending in an ask about this before i even posted it, because i used some of those ideas to improve on this :3 in true homage to my username choso is a complete slut in this lolsies ;) one more to go and this event is finished, thanks for sticking around for THIS long i love everyone here >o<

this work is NSFW. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT INTERACT.

if there’s one thing CHOSO firmly believes in, it’s that you aren’t just his girlfriend, but some supreme deity from heaven above. it sounds completely ridiculous, but he believes it more than anything, especially in moments like this. 

you just look so beautiful above him on the couch, thighs parted slightly and fingers caressing the sensitive mound in between your legs, head tipped back and lips parted in a silent ‘o’ as your toes curl into the carpet. angelic, he thinks, and he can’t wait to receive permission to touch you.

“choso…” your voice is smooth like butter yet sweet like caramel, and choso can feel his cock begin to press up against his slacks. “c’mere.”

yes. that’s all he needs before he’s eagerly crawling in between your legs to lap at your cunt, fingers digging into the fat of your thighs as he pulls them apart in earnest. “shit… missed me, did she?” his rambles are fueled by pure lust and delusion, and as he eats you out, choso begins to talk into your cunt. “missed her too… poor baby can’t go too long without her sweet boyfriend, huh…”

fingers tangle in his dark locks as you pull him closer, effectively muffling his ramblings by grinding your lower half on his tongue. the way he eats you out is feverish, his wet muscle alternating between your inflamed clit and pulsing hole interchangeably. and choso can’t help himself from getting fired up by your lewd display too, his own hips grinding down onto  the couch as he finds solace in between your legs. 

you, on the other hand, are positively reeling, legs twitching uncontrollably as choso continues to make a mess of your poor cunt. you wish you could return to him the same pleasure tenfold, but all you can do is sit and take it, helpless to his ministrations. “cho, cho, ‘s too much, baby, s-slow down…” 

begging is futile. choso is hypnotised, his own eyes rolling into the back of his head in an immediate reflection of your own reaction. “sorry baby, can’t, you taste s’good, don’t wanna…”

neither of you are in your right mind, but choso especially. when you cry out from orgasm for the first time, he barely takes note, his tongue on your clit never letting up as he brings two fingers to the entrance of your weeping cunt. the other hand previously on your thigh is now shoved into his boxers, and he’s fisting himself just as quickly as his fingers begin to plow your pussy. 

he’s killing you, but you love it. his brown eyes peek up in between your legs, and you just catch his expression, pupils dilated with lust as he watches you twitch above him. he mumbles something onto your clit before he’s licking and kissing it again, and you begin to think you might actually die. 

“c’mon, baby,” he groans, hips thrusting forward into his palm as he continues to eat. “c’mon baby, gimme another one– fuck, please, please…”

“choso, i can’t…” you truly believe that, given the way he’s already on his way to giving you another orgasm in the short span of five minutes. but he needs it so bad, needs you to cum for him so bad that he speeds up, thumb now joining his tongue to stimulate your clit in unison. “choso!”

“that’s it, baby, that’s it, oh, she’s close, isn’t she?” you can barely believe that he’s treating your pussy like its own person, but fuck is it turning you on. you hiccup pitiful whimpers as your thighs begin to tremble again, knees closing inwards and trapping choso’s head in between your legs.

if he were to die in this position, he wouldn’t mind. your release sprays his lips in repeated spurts, juices dribbling down his chin and some even dripping onto the flared head of his cock. it’s that which tips choso over the edge, and he’s spurting ropes onto the carpet, his own eyes finding the back of his head rapidly as his nose jerks against your clit.

“baby…” he stares down at the mess he’s made on the floor and then back at you, who’s laying spread eagle on the couch, chest rapidly rising and falling. “you gotta sit on my face next time.”

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satoru- I’ll make it fit- gojo and the smug grin that tugs at the corners of hips lips as he tries to bully the last couple of inches of his fat cock inside of you. its a tight fit but he'll make it work. he always does.

"its... its not gonna f-fit, toru" you whine, attempting to push your way up the bed, and escape the painful stretch as satoru’s cock fills you up. you can feel him in your belly and it’s really making it hard to think straight. your hand comes down in a futile attempt to push at his abs, and satoru cant help but sigh.

the two of you go through this every night. every night he has to hear you gone on and on about how he's too big, how he won't fit but every night you're betrayed by your own cunt, that seems to suck him in deeper and deeper despite your words.

"baby" he coos as he swats your hand away from him and pushes in just a little deeper, trying to keep himself from just pushing you down and forcing you to take it, like his horny brain is screaming at him to do.

he brings his thumb down to rub messy circles on your sticky clit to try and take your attention away from the stinging pain in your core. he can tell it works when he hears you moan, your head thrown back as your walls squeeze down tightly around him.

"just relax, and i'll make it fit like i always do" he thrusts his hips, pushing his cock deeper into you and allowing you to pull him down flush against your chest as your arms scramble for purchase around his neck.

soon, the pain from the stretch turns into white hot pleasure as satoru pulls out and pushes right back in, deeper and deeper than the last until he’s finally all the way in, keeping up the assault on your swollen clit.

you’re so lost in the pleasure by this point that you don’t even realize he’s finally bottomed out until he’s forcing your attention down to where the two of you are connected when he grinds up against you, letting his cock drag along your walls.

you look down to the bump that appears and disappears in your tummy with each slow drag of satoru’s hips, breath hitching when he presses down on it. t

“See baby, told you I’d make it all fit.”

choso recording himself whimpering and whining as he jacks off to you because you said you like how vocal he is when fucking and it turns you on. now you have a folder of audios he sends you daily <3

YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND THIS IS THE CUTEST THING I'VE EVER SEEN TYSM😭😭 Now I just need Bokuaka drawn both as owls they'd be so cute PLZ

animal crossing but bokuaka

Not all heros wear capes😤🙏

“be the change you wish to see”

and that my friends is how I became a smut writer for jjk

^redraw of a behind the scenes pic from a bout de souffle

This doesn't happen on page because it's a childrens book but I know in my heart it happened.

and probably some former english major student somewhere recalling howell jenkins, circa 1980:

okay, real talk. but which fave fixates on seeing your nipples through your shirt/tank top. like, instantly gets a hard on and can't focus on anything else but your tits and desperately needs a nibble.

LOL Yuji didn't have to call Choso out like that, didn't have many opportunities for sunlight while trapped in a glass capsule for 100+ years

Oh god... Pinterest just called me out so aggressively... they know my type WAY too well

"not all men" yeah, ur right, kamo choso jjk would never do this

How Bokuto got through college is beyond me, but I’d still like to think he did His Very Best ™️

Satoru

thirsty, gojo?

ac: matchapichai

that's yuki's hand btw

referencing this tweet

meanwhile Gege: 😘😝🤩🥰

rkgk

i have this headcanon that dating gojo means you can’t have one cute pair of panties without him ripping them off you. how many pairs has he ruined now? it’s something about the lacy detail covering you, the way they hug your ass cheeks in just the right way. it drives him crazy. he can’t see you in them, looking so fucking pretty it’s like his mind becomes a blur and he reaches down without even thinking, ripping them off so he can plunge his cock in that tight little pussy of yours cause fuck does it feel so good wrapped around him. “i’ll buy you new ones baby, promise.” he groans out as he feels you tighten around him. benefits of having a rich boyfriend i guess.