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PLAYING WITH CHOSO'S NIPPLES + so I just found out that most men don't like having their nipples played with in bed and that is absolutely bonkers to me so here's Choso loving it
CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teasing, submissive choso, dominant reader
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Choso stares up at you as you lift your hips and ride him gently, taking it nice and slow so he doesn’t get overwhelmed or cum too fast. He’s inexperienced and still learning what it is he likes in bed so sometimes you try things just to gauge his reaction. You slow your pace even more and cup his face in your hands, looking him in the eye just to find that he’s shedding silent tears.
The fat tip of his cock is twitching against your g-spot and you can feel how close Choso is getting. He just needs an extra push to get there, one extra little push to have a mind-blowing orgasm. An idea that you’ve had for some time now comes back to you and you lean down until you’re eye level with his blushed chest and able to clearly see the beads of desperate sweat rolling down his supple pecs.
His hazy gaze focuses and unfocuses on you but he can’t guess what your next move is at all. Not until you do it. When your tongue snakes out of your mouth and you lick a long stripe up his chest circle it around his nipple, he can’t help but sigh and throw his head back. Your hand moves up to pinch and tease the one that isn’t in your mouth. You earn overworked breaths from him. Small, out of character curses, fill the air and he shakes his head as if he can’t take anymore but Choso weaves a hand through your hair – fingernails scratching slightly at your scalp – and pulls your head further into his chest.
You suck at his nipple and move onto the neglected one before long. He’s reduced to mere cries, having not been aware that his nipples were so sensitive until now. Now that you both know, he’s going to ask you to suck his tits like this more often though. Choso compliments your skills as you pleasure him, loving how easy it is to reduce him to tears and have him twitching like crazy inside of you.
He yelps and screws his eyes shut but the mental image of you bouncing up and down on his weeping cock still burns behind his eyelids and he huffs out moans that he knows he’ll be embarrassed about when he’s back in his right mind. But for now, Choso lifts his hips slightly and meets your hips with shallow thrusts, loving the feeling of your pussy wrapped warmly around him and your soft tongue flicking at his sensitive buds.
Choso cums fast like he always does, without warning, and shoots his cum deep into your core. He gasps out as his body grows heavy, weak with overstimulation. You pull of his nipple with a wet pop and leave sweet kisses across the expanse of his chest, noting that you’ve discovered something new to drive the man crazy for you.
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DIGITAL TEARDROP + a night between you and your boyfriend, Choso, where the two of you are especially needy for each other. It's just too bad that you're away on a business trip. There are ways around this though. Available on ao3.
CONTENT WARNINGS + afab reader, smut, mature language, explicit adult content, general submissive/dominant behavior, teasing, both switches, sex toys, dirty talk
TAGS: @ekaterinatepes @dellalyra @sunaishotsstuff @bloompompom @ravereina @tojishugetiddies @i-literally-cant-with-this @hehehehesthings @thecookiebratz @chocoyanchan @niko-ash @hinata7346 @r0ckst4rjk @d4ddies-wh0re @ploylulla @131patpat @etlftl @doestalker @chariottethecat @jottositto @missphanosaur18 @darkstarlight82 @sodoney @xocherishxo @doumacumsluttt @sousblogga
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When you found yourself away from your boyfriend for work, it wasn’t uncommon for you to lull the soft beast to sleep with a stimulating phone call – just to soothe his hard time sleeping without you there; without your soft body next to him. “I’ll bet you’re tired from work.” You whisper into your cellphone for him to hum on the other end. Choso runs a hand along his bare abs. He hangs onto every syllable of every word that passes between your pretty lips – imagines those lips in compromising positions.
How could you ask him something like that though? He freelances from home. His workday is easy enough but yours? He knows you’re in and out of meetings all day, has to text you periodically to make sure that you’re finding time to eat – to nourish that beautiful body of yours. Take care of yourself baby, he texts you nearly every hour of these business trips. You carry your company on your back, unintentionally deprive yourself basic self care, and still have the audacity to ask him if his day was stressful? You still have enough care at the end of the day to worry about him? He silently wishes that you knew how perfect you were, wishes that you could see yourself the way he sees you.
Choso was worried that a long distance relationship wouldn’t work well for him but you make every minute the two of you spend on the phone during your business trips throw all of that worry away. “You’re perfect,” His gruff voice comes clear through the phone. “You know that?”
His heart warms up at your giggle, hearing the mattress settle beneath you as you fall back on it. You’re usually so good at not letting anyone hear you tired and beaten but a soft sigh escapes your mouth when you feel the hotel blankets hit your back, so relieved to have made it through this day. “Let me take care of you tonight.” He sits up. “I know you packed it.” Your bright pink vibrator that you usually use on yourself after you dirty talk your boyfriend into an orgasm to send him to sleep.
“Come on,” He muses, knowing that you’re going to do whatever he asks anyway. “Take it out of your little purse and play with it a little.” Choso plays with the tight band of his boxers, teasing himself. You obey him, reaching your shaking hand into your bag and pulling the toy out. Your boyfriend seems dead set on being the one to take care of you this time, being the one to give.
You obey him, wanting it just as badly. Choso’s lone finger never leaves his boxers. He staves off the desire to dive right in, to rush this. “Slowly.” He starts off mostly warning himself to be gentle but finds his voice fast. “Unbutton your blouse slowly.” You place the toy next to you in bed and obey your boyfriend, trusting that he knows what to do – now that he’s in control.
Your fingers dance their way down the front of your work shirt, polished, professional, on the floor of your hotel room quickly. You shut your eyes and put your phone on speaker, leaving it flat on the duvet as well. “Unhook it.” He says, as if he’s sitting in the room with you and can see your palms smoothing over the lace of your bra. Your fingers, minds of their own, unsnap the black hooks so quickly that you may have broken one. Choso’s sexy voice is heavy on your ears and you can’t focus on anything else. It's almost like he's directly in your head.
Your hands stay still, awaiting a new order from your master; being so good and only doing as he says. “Nipples.” You groan out as you click them with your index finger, taking the time to lick the finger tips and return to the hardening buds. Choso hears your moans coming from the other end, still committed to not fisting his cock too soon, he settles for palming the heavy erection through the fabric of his boxers. His palm slips gently on the wet patch he’s creating, wishes he could be with you and touching your own wet spots. He knows you, you’re always so quick to make a little puddle. Sometimes with just a glance of his eyes. He’s barely even touched you and you’re soaked. Always so easy to rile up.
“Squeeze them.” The both of you squeeze yourselves at the same time. Your hands fondle your chest, nails digging into the flesh in sweet pain. Choso’s big hands engulf his dick print and pull a moan out of his mouth. The two of you whimper in unison as you play with your hypersensitive bodies, pretending that you’re touching each other and not yourselves.
Your boyfriend gets lost to the sensation of his own hands, thinking of yours, and realizes that he could come just like this while listening to you moan into the mic. He doesn’t need to wrap his hands around his throbbing cock at all. This is almost enough. You hear him let out a harsh breath and he pulls his hands away from his body. Your entire body is heating up though, your arousal growing with each pinch of your own nipple. “More.” You cry out, begging your boyfriend to let you give yourself more. You usually break under his gaze so soon so you let your imagination wander. You let yourself pretend that you’re at home with him in your shared bed, letting him feel you up. Soon hands wander down to your wobbling thighs – stopping to pinch at the fat of your tummy. Every touch is the exact way he would do it. It’s not long before you realize that you’re not even disobeying him. Choso’s voice is like honey waves in your ears, directing you in every movement and you’re just that lost to the sensations.
“C-can I,” You gulp mid sentence and squeeze your thighs in frustration. He hears you swallow around each breath and finally yanks his boxers down to kick them to the foot of the bed. "Cho, can I turn it on yet? N-need… need it." He deems your voice needy and pathetic enough to allow you to turn your vibe on. He hears it roar to life from his end of the phone call.
It automatically starts on the highest speed but before you can touch it to your dripping pussy, he interjects. “Turn it all the way down, darling.” Choso can hear you groan and kick your feet a bit like the spoiled princess you are. He can’t give you orgasm after orgasm like he usually does when you're naked and beneath him in bed. This is the best he’s got, a slow build up and a long tease. Remote or not, he’s going to make you come just as hard as you deserve.
Choso sucks in a harsh breath when he tells you to press it to your clit and rub slow circles into the sensitive flesh, picturing the exact scene in the theater of his mind.
He can hear the exact moment the vibrating device makes contact with you. He loves the shocked sound you make, that little squeak. Maybe it’s more like a yelp, doesn’t matter. It’s followed by a pretty long drawn out whine that he stores in his memory banks for wanks in the future. “Be gentle with yourself, baby.” Your pussy Is pulsing, demanding quick circles and fast strokes. You huff, one hand gripping the pillow beneath you and the other working gingerly between your trembling thighs. Your thoughts hit many places but eventually they land on him. You’re only able to think of him, aubergine hair and dark glinting eyes between your soaking legs instead. “Cho, stop teasing me,” You cry out, begging without begging him.
“It’s not that I’m teasing you. You need to have the orgasm that you deserve, baby. Build up to it. It’s not just about getting off. Want you to feel every bit of it. As if I was there to hand deliver it to you.” Choso’s velvet voice controls your every movement, demands easy to obey. You only whine at his explanation, not willing to hear him out while your thoughts are so carnal. “Turn it up one more time, run it along your whole slit.” Your polished nail presses into the button that controls the vibration speed, successfully turning the toy up a notch and making your whines come much more frequently. Choso soaks your pretty sounds in, his fist working himself a little quicker. “You know what I would do to you if I was there, don’t you?”
Your thoughts race far beyond your own pleasure. You don’t even consider his question, asking your own instead. As a natural giver, you’d be on your knees before all else. You moan out loud when the image of Choso’s face scrunched up in pleasure enters your mind. The wet sound against the motorized toy is pounding in your ears. He curls his toes and pulls his fingers over his mouth to hide the embarrassing mewls but, when you would press your tongue flat against the base and let the tip hit the back of your throat over and over, sneaky fingers coming up go fondle at his constricting balls, Choso would whimper shamelessly. It’d be inevitable. He can't control himself and keep up that tough exterior when you’ve got him squirming and feeling so good beneath you.
“Hah..ha.” He moans on the other end of the phone, voice cracking and spit-slick cock red and ready to erupt in his face. You press the tip of your vibrator further into your clit and cry out his name as the shockwaves cause you to twitch, body no longer in control of its movements. Your thighs go slick and you keen, wishing he were there to press his palm to your cheek and ground you.
He obliges the needy whispers, not wanting to edge you from glory. “Up another notch.” You sigh and he hears the change in vibration speed. Choso grips his cock and almost forgets what he’s supposed to be doing as he strokes himself to the sounds you’re making. “Focus on my voice for a minute.” He breathes raggedly, picking up pace on himself. He manages to keep his voice calm but you can hear the smacking of his palm on the skin of his dick, can hear him spit thickly on his palm to lube himself up and then return to jerking himself smoothly. Somehow your boyfriend keeps his voice steady. “Picture me there, Y/N. My lips on your neck…” He trails off for a minute, almost lost in his own fantasy. “Muh-my tongue running over your skin and in your ear. Can you do that, pretty girl?”
“Yes!” You cry out in earnest, working so hard for your man, making such a big mess on this hotel bedspread. His voice comes back as fast as yours does and his words are all you need to hear before you’re cumming hard on the device for him. He praises you so sweetly, letting you know exactly how well you always do for him, how perfect you are, how perfect your body is – made just for him. He fucks his own fist, hips bucking straight through the opening and as hard as he would be drilling into you if he had you the way he wanted you. For a blank minute of euphoria, his palm feels just like the tight heat of your cunt and is enough to milk him until he runs dry – spurting onto his own chest.
A full minute passes, nothing but the sounds of the two of you catching your breaths. “Are you okay, Y/N?” He sounds out, voice normal and balanced again. He’s about to call out again when you finally muster up the energy to respond, assuring him that you’re okay – just out of breath. Choso is relieved that he didn’t push you too hard and made you cum so hard that you’re probably still riding Holy waves of pleasure. He wishes that he could be there to kiss you and lick up and mess that you left in the wake of your blind ecstasy but he settles for pressing his lips to his palm and caressing his own cheek, while whispering of how much he loves you – a small teardrop shining down his cheek as a reminder of how much he misses you.