Choso 💭 *matchy-matchy = Fated Brothers*

hidden feelings

I can’t believe it took me this long to finally draw yuuji in a headlock with his big bro

Bathroom Break

Neighbor!Choso overhears you.

content warnings: MDNI, masturbation, voyeurism, modern AU, neighbors.

pairing: Choso x petite fem!reader

a/n : first time writing smut, pls be nice. I know it's a bit rushed but im ready to move on from this draft thats been sitting here for ages. 😭

You were the nicest, most goody two shoes girl in the building, and everyone knew it. Always saying hi with a bright smile as you exchanged glances, lending a hand whenever you could, bringing over little sweet treats you'd baked, and Choso adored every bit of it. Soon enough, those small morning exchanges turned into letting Choso come over whenever he got lonely, which became quite frequent as he moved in. Since that first day, God graced his doorstep with what– more like whom Yuuji liked to call a “literal Disney princess,” you were the cutest girl he'd ever seen. So, nothing could have prepared him for the events that followed his midnight bathroom break.

Eyes half shut, choso pulled down the toilet lid before lazily reaching for the flush not rendering that muffled sound once but the second time he stilled, actually catching it. He wasn’t sure what that noise was before it grew into little groans.

Now he couldn't care less about what lonely old guy was watching porn, before hearing that soft melody of a voice whimpering out profanities. That same voice he had memorized by now. Oh. That's not porn. He thought because that familiar voice was unmistakable to him by now.

Good morning. She'd call out from behind me. I could hear the smile in the sound of her greeting.

Blood rushed straight to his cock as your soft pants travelled the thin walls. He found it hard to believe that this was the same innocent looking girl who made his days better with her infectious smile. Part of him didn't want to believe it. Choso had always liked you but he would never have even begun to think of you inappropriately much less get aroused by you but when his length strained against his pants which felt tighter by the second. He couldn't stop the images flooding through his mind at your increasing moans.

Fuck– Were you even trying to be quiet? He breathed out softly.

Choso could never imagine you thinking about such lewd things, much less being so careless about it. A sense of guilt flooded him as he begrudgingly loosened his pajama pants, scared that you would somehow know. His trembling hand slowly trailing downwards and wrapping around himself. Just a small rub he thought before finding his thumb tracing shaky circles over his sensitive tip, reluctantly moving down his length. By then his hands moved on their own pumping up and down in a steady rhythm.

He didn't know any better and Yuuji told him when it's like this…he could just ease it himself, so he did. Could you blame him? He was aching down there.

It was hard not coating the bathroom floor immediately after hearing you cry out. He leaned against the wall now fisting his cock, which grew slick in minutes. Only from your sounds..those oh, “so- fucking–thrust pretty- thrust” sounds.

He panted letting out muffled whines himself imagining your sweaty and tired body all spread out under your cute little hands, knuckles deep plunging in your sopping cunt relentlessly as you sobbed out more of those filthy sounds. Choso had never heard a girl like that. Not that he had any experience but even in the things Yuuji showed him he never heard something that made him such a (pretty) mess.

His tip flushed furiously pink as he barely held on. Choso wanted to match each stroke, each thrust to your pornographic cries but the poor inexperienced boy could only last so long, his balls tightening quite soon letting out thick ropes of his cum all over the bathroom wall dripping on to the floor biting into his hand to stop his groan. His knees went weak, imagining you coated in it.

He heard you finish yourself soon after your voice softened down to satisfied coos rather than your earlier pathetic cries. His length twitched still hard, desperate to now actually feel you. Choso had to fist his cock a few more times that night before he was able to fall asleep.

Sleep wasn't great, though, as the shame took over him. Although he wanted nothing more than to see you now, how could he possibly face you tomorrow morning?

...Part 2??

i apologize y’all i’ve been on that hazbin hotel brain rot so if you want, send me some requests for that too

sugu x reader x sato|drabble #1

sugu making you squirt on his dick until you’re overstimulated. he knows you get all squirmy when he keeps fucking you past your orgasm, so as you approach number two, toru has your hands pinned above your head to keep you from snatching away the toy this time. his dick down your throat silences your complaints. "fuck, suguru, keep fucking her just like that." he groans hearing your second orgasm gush on suguru's dick. "her throat is squeezing the fuck out of me." and sends toru right over the edge and his milky cum down your throat. 

unfortunately, i do think choso is into dacryphilia but the worst thing is he doesn’t even realise. he just really likes when he hits that spot while he’s fucking you nice and deep and your eyes get all glossy while your breath hitches.

and then he just keeps going, abusing your sweet spot while caging you in with an arm on each side of your head, practically cooing as hot tears begin running down your cheeks. you claw at his arms while you whimper, though the sight of you so vulnerable underneath him only makes him more turned on.

and if anything it all just makes him fuck you harder, meaner, in such a stark contrast to the way he’s murmuring sweet words of praise and adoration into your mouth, messily clashing his lips against yours.

he ends up fucking you both into overstimulation, tears of pleasure brimming in his own eyes meanwhile your limbs are goo and your throat is hoarse and all you can focus on is your initials dangling from a silver chain around his neck with each harsh thrust of his hips against yours.

gege knew what he was doing when he created choso

“Don’t worry, we’re going to fix this. It’s fine.”

(It’s pretty much NOT fine)

Context: Gojo finds Geto right after what happened in the village. Still somewhat in denial.

Powerpuff sasusho

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