Omg I just had the most disgusting stepcest thought...
Stepdad!Toji has you on his lap spread eagle as he talks stepbro!Choso through giving you oral... Toji's hands wandering over your tits pointing out things in your pretty cunt etc while Choso is on his knees observing learning and eating you out.....
I know megumi makes more sense but I don't care lol...
✮ tags. . objectification, toji is a pervert, stepcest, he slaps your pussy. ꒱₊˚⊹ divider credits!
you sob. toji has been doing that for long minutes now and your plump clit is so sensitive that you don't know how much longer you can stand to keep being used as a demonstration of how to satisfy a woman before you reach orgasm without permission.
with the help of your arousal, he slides two thick fingers around your clit without actually touching it. he opens your pussy and spreads it apart so choso can watch closely how hard you're squeezing… choso leans forward, you see him lick his upper lip and mentally note everything his stepfather tells him.
"you have to wait for her body to ask to be used, okay? you have to be patient."
you tilt your neck down to look at choso sitting at toji's feet, his legs crossed, knees in opposite directions as he gazes intently at your open pussy.
"this is the most important place," toji murmurs behind your back, his silken, husky voice sending tingles through your body. "see how she reacts if I touch her here…" two fingers massage one of your breasts giving special care to the nipple, tugging at it as if hoping to draw milk from there, the other hand is in the middle of your legs moving to the tune of his words over your clit and between your wet folds. "you see how wet it is."
"I see that." muses Choso, almost drooling.
you moan again. "toji…" you call out to him, you try to cling to his arms and improve the position you're in but his arms hugging your legs below your knees, keeping you open for him with your thighs pushing up to your chest prevent you from doing so.
toji slaps your pussy.
"hold still." then he turns to choso. "do you want to try?"
What are your thoughts on Choso having mommy issues AND oral fixation? 🎤
cw. mommy kink, oral fixation, fingering sucking, choso calls you mommy, fem reader, modern au, praising + petnames (for choso), 18+
notes. this is not me, please look away,,, im not even into mommy kink guys please but this made me turn into a wild animal. divider creds: cafekitsune.
oh, you know exactly what i'm thinking about. your fingers in his mouth all the time, choso needs to suck or have something in his mouth whenever he's stressed or needs to concentrate, often he does it unconsciously. he grabs your hand in his, plays with your fingers first in an innocent way and the next thing you feel is his teeth grazing the pad of your fingertips, followed by his tongue licking the bite and finely, his lips curling around these and sucking down to your knuckles.
at first he finds it strange to himself that it makes him so hard to be called a good boy, it embarrasses him every time your sweet praise reminds him of the good job he is doing. however as your relationship blossoms this leads him to become more indulgent in this behavior, one step closer to being the good boy you say he is so much.
"can I suck on your tits?" he asks often without you expecting it, sometimes he just stares at them through your shirt until you offer it to him. "I need your nipples in my mouth..." he whispers another day in a cuddle section while watching a movie in your room.
"where are your manners?" you remind him, giving him a look and teasingly wrinkling your nose.
"please?" he says with puppy dog eyes.
choso pulls down your top, and immediately curses as soon as he sees your beautiful tits and perky nipples. his mouth waters and he cradles it from underneath with his full hand and takes it into his mouth without another word. choso sucks desperately, sucking as if he really believes he can make you lactate.
his tongue twists your nipple, his teeth bite down gently making you moan, getting you to break your gaze from the screen to look at him.
"don't get too eager."
"sorry," he says with a mouthful of your nipple, raising his eyebrows from below to admire you better. choso releases your breast to rub against it, eyes closed, his long eyelashes brushing his cheeks. "i love these fucking tits, they are so sweet."
"choso..." you warn him, you warn yourself, feeling the arousal overflowing from your own pussy lips until it wets your panties.
"I want to put my cock inside you, mommy," he whispers almost embarrassed at how he just called you for the first time, you decide not to tease him this time, pushing his jet hair away from his forehead to get a better look at him.
"let's finish the movie first, baby."
"I'm so hard, please..."
"behave yourself and I'm going to reward you later. you can be patient and bear it just sucking on mommy's tits, right?" his breathing becomes ragged and a reddish hue overflows like paint from the tip of his nose, he pouts briefly before nodding. "atta boy."
✮ 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.
summary. choso can't take a compliment (or your dirty tongue).
cw. sub!choco + dom!reader, reader with female anatomy (no use of pronouns), teasing, dirty talk, canon au, praise, established relationship, part of my 'teaching choso new things' saga. divider creds: cafekitsune.
Choso doesn't know what to do with himself when you talk to him like that. He would like to run away from you, hide his face inside a paper bag where he can be sure you can't notice how nervous your presence and your vulgar words make him feel, yet with you strangling his lap with your legs, sitting on top of him while your arms wrap around his neck, choso has nowhere to escape.
"Don't say that." He mentally congratulates himself for not stuttering and for finding coherent words that aren't stammers or broken sounds. At the same time, he flees out of your gaze, focusing on one of his socks strewn on the floor of his room along with the articles of clothing you were wearing this morning.
"What?" You roll your hips tentatively up and down. Choso groans, dropping his eyelids, clenching them as he grinds his teeth and feels the blood rush to every extremity of his body.
The tips of his ears turn red from the sudden rapid flow of blood and the stain spreads all over his face standing out even more thanks to the dark line crossing just above his nose.
"Don't..." he looks adorable like that, lower lip quivering as he struggles not to cum so fast and you start to wonder if maybe you could make him cry. It wasn't what you wanted, even though your half smile could be interpreted as the opposite. You really didn't want that, but he's so embarrassed you wonder if that would be possible.
"You think I'm lying?" you press him, you want to hear him talk. You lean over him and leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth, then on his chin and along his jaw line tracing the line with the tip of your tongue. "You think you don't have a pretty big cock?"
"It's not that..." choso stammers, swallowing nonexistent saliva. His dry throat is the least of his worries now. You begin to move up and down, his arms resting lazily around your hips jerk gently as you initiate a steady pattern in your thrusts.
"You're so pretty," you mumble sincerely, leaving a kiss on his lips. "You're going to give it to me?" you murmur just above the kiss you gave him, your mouth tasting like the coffee you shared this morning and the chocolate cupcake you bought for both of you.
"Yes..." choso states along with a grunt that could be heard by someone walking down the hallway. He hugs you closer to him, your naked chests colliding becoming one as surrendering to embarrassment, he shields his face in the line of your neck.
"Whose cock is this?" You ask him and feel him twitching inside you.
His gasps intensify in your throat, moaning shamelessly at the pleasure only you make him feel— "It's yours..." Choso replies, almost touching the sun with his fingers as he burns from within.
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.
The other day you posted about shy boys and I have some thoughts about shy boy Choso if you don't mind. Also, this ended up being longer than intended, sorry 😬
Imagine, if you will, sitting on the couch in your jammies with your bestie Choso, your bestie that you know has a thing for you but won't make a move no matter how many hints you drop that you like him too, your bestie who blushes and changes the subject whenever you talk about sex/dating and the like, he's sitting between your legs laying back against you. You have your feet on the edge of the couch with your knees up beside him and he's resting his arms on your legs.
Imagine making him lift up his head so you can take out his hair buns to run your fingers through his hair and graze his scalp with your nails causing his head to fall back against your shoulder humming at the feeling.
Imagine snaking one hand over his shoulder and resting it on his abs and rubbing your thumb back and forth feeling the definition of his muscles through his shirt. "Just getting comfy," you say when he asks what you're doing.
Imagine the small whine that comes from him when you remove your other hand from his hair. His breath catches in his throat though when your hand comes to rest near his waistband. "Just keeping warm," you whisper in his ear when he asks what you're doing for a second time this time in a slightly higher pitch.
Imagine seeing the blush creep up his ears when you start mindlessly fiddling with the drawstring of his pants. It's not your fault it came undone, the knot wasn't done very tight in the first place.
Imagine his breath stopping completely and his hands starting to grip your legs when your finger tips slip under his waistband, not moving just sitting there.
Imagine seeing the tent in his pants steadily grow as you start to scratch gently at the skin just above his cock.
Imagine him squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head no when you breathe "tell me to stop," against the shell of his ear.
Imagine finally grabbing his cock and having to remind him to breathe because his fingers are leaving marks on your shins.
Imagine the mewls that you pull out of him as you stroke him so slow that he has trouble keeping his hips still.
Imagine having to shush him when you speed up, he's louder than the movie you two were watching.
Imagine giving Choso a reach around and playing with his hair again while telling him how good he's being for you.
Imagine Choso coming in your hand and you bring it to his mouth for him to lick clean.
Imagine, if you will, shy boy Choso panting and rubbing your legs up and down to try and calm himself down after the most erotic experience of his life. He's been so good for you, you should get him a glass of water and a snack when his breathing evens out so he can replenish.
