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TATTOO ARTIST/PIERCER!CHOSO
CONTENT WARNINGS: unestablished relationship, smut, public sex, mentions of body modifications, cunnilingus, implied blowjob at the end, choso has a prince albert-, tongue- and a vertical eyebrow piercing
sena’s note: i know there’s a lot of tattoo artist choso already but i folded — anywaysss up next is my man gojo 🖤
MINI-SERIES MASTERLIST
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who was very well-known for his talent despite being so young; who was always pretty gifted with his hands and used peoples’ skin like a canvas, gracing it with the prettiest designs, simple and small, or detailed and large
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who shared a studio with a few fellow tattoo artists and piercers, but had a goal of having his own studio someday
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who had just finished a 5h back piece on his last client and walked towards the front desk to retrieve his cigarettes and take a break, just for his hooded, brown eyes to set on you
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who saw you standing next to your friend and encouraging her to hand in her data sheet for her tattoo, and who watched as your friend was immediately guided into one of the rooms by a tattoo artist, just to leave you all by yourself
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who came back from smoking minutes later to see you sitting on one of the leather seats, flipping through pages of the shop’s magazine that showed many different designs of tattoos, and also piercings
“you want to get anything done?”
nearly flinching at the cold voice sounding a couple of feet away from you, your eyes met choso’s, who was leaning against the wall, revealing fully tattooed forearms through his loose-fitted t-shirt. he looked very… unique, to say the least.
“oh, no, i’m just waiting for a friend,” you smiled kindly, “she’s getting tattooed right now. think it’ll take some time.” you felt guilty that you stared at the man like he was some kind of alien. his features were just really captivating, the plethora of tattoos peeking out from his short sleeves and from the collar leaving little to the imagination that they continued even beneath that shirt.
his eyebrow tattoo shone under the light, but when he opened his mouth, your jaw nearly dropped at the sight of a tongue piercing.
you suddenly remembered what they said about guys with tongue piercings, and felt deeply ashamed about getting such thoughts about a hot stranger.
“come,” he invited you towards the room he usually worked in, “you’ll get bored here. you’ll get a piercing on the house.” he didn’t know why he offered that. maybe, just maybe it was because he didn’t want the other piercers and tattoo artists to charm you first.
at the end of the day, you left the studio with your freshly tattooed friend and a pierced nose.
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who hoped you’d walk in again, and whose shoulders nearly slumped in disappointment upon seeing your friend coming in by herself a few days later to get her tattoo checked, without your company
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who — totally on accident — saw that the studio had been tagged in multiple stories on instagram, one of which being yours, a spontaneous picture taken of your side profile that showcased the gem he had pierced into your cute nose
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who absolutely didn’t follow you after that, just to see mere minutes later that you did, and before he could stop himself, he followed you back
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who really wasn’t the best texter, which left you wondering if you should even try and talk to him at all; whose eyes went wide in surprise when you waltzed into the studio to get your thigh tattooed weeks later
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who showed you that same day how it felt to get eaten out by someone with a tongue piercing
“c—choso… fuck— what if someone—”
your hand clamped in front of your mouth to stifle a moan threatening to force itself out when the ball of metal on choso’s wet muscle bumped against your bundle of nerves. you were seated on the couch he’d previously tatted on, both of your bare legs thrown over his shoulders as he feasted on your delicious pussy.
“let them,” he spoke gruffly into your cunt as his tattooed hands dug into the underside of your thighs. he didn’t hide the smirk displaying on his lips at the way you drooled from the sensation of his piercing coolly gliding against your wet pussy lips.
“c’mon. use your words. i’ll let you cum if you do.”
“pleasepleaseplease let me cum… please choso.”
“cute. you want to feel what the piercing on my dick feels like?”
➩ TATTOO ARTIST!CHOSO who totally did make you beg on his thick dick adorned with a shiny prince albert piercing, and who couldn’t even be mad at you when you flashed him a tongue piercing you had gotten at another studio to surprise and make him see stars just like he’d done for you
𝐍𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐒!
♡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘: JJK men & their nasty, perverted habits . . . ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, & choso.
♡ — 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓: MINORS DNI — fem! reader, reader wears a dress, drinking, smut, grinding, whining, riding, masturbation, panty stealing, touching, creampie, penetration, unprotected, etc.
𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒𝐘! - NANAMI
Kento Nanami is a gentleman.
He always opens doors for you, never shows up late for dates, and is truly an old-fashioned romantic.
However, he just can’t keep his hands to himself.
The two of you are attending an important gathering related to his corporate job. There’s expensive drinks, classical music, and soft chatter.
You and Nanami make your way around, engaging in small talk while sipping on champagne, and Nanami’s large hand is pressed against your back.
You’re having a conversation with the wife of his boss, and Nanami’s hand starts to go lower and lower, and he grabs your ass rather quickly. You keep your composure, but Nanami’s breath hitches a bit as he clears his throat.
Feeling your ass, even just for a second, was starting to make him lose control.
“Sorry, if you’ll excuse us for a moment,” Nanami suddenly says before dragging you away.
He takes you into one of the bathrooms and shoves you up against the sink.
“Kento,” you whine. “We’re at a gathering.”
“I know,” he whispers into your ear. “I just can’t keep my hands off of you.”
Nanami starts to grind his hard, clothed dick against your ass, moaning softly.
You simply looked too phenomenal in that dress. As his hard cock strains painfully against the fabric of his pants, the only form of relief came when your ass rubbed against it.
“We need to leave,” he grips your hips, pressing himself against you even more as you gripped the edges of the bathroom counter. “If I don’t take you home now, I’ll cum right in my pants.”
𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐄𝐑! - GOJO
Satoru Gojo was ready to stuff you with his seed as soon as you both made it home after your wedding.
He had often dreamed about having children with you, but in particular, he wanted to fill you up until he couldn’t physically cum anymore.
Gojo thrusted in and out of you at a quick pace. His hand was pressed underneath your knee as he held your leg back, as close to your chest as he could. You could feel him inside of you even more that way. The thick veins running along his cock rubbed your walls deliciously, and the way your body jerked from his thrusts were starting to make you dizzy.
And he couldn’t get enough. By now, he had finished inside of you already, but he had to do it a second time. Perhaps, a third time as well.
His balls tightened as another orgasm started to overwhelm him, and he groaned.
“I’m gonna cum again, baby,” he warned. “I’m gonna cum deep inside of you. You’re gonna take it all for me, right?”
You nodded eagerly.
“I gotta fill you up — I have to.” As another load of his cum shot out of his aching dick and inside of you, he pressed a hand down against your stomach.
“You feel it?” He continued to thrust and moan. He needed to stuff you as much as he could. “You feel my cum, don’t you?”
“There’s so much of it,” you said with a soft moan.
He was still cumming and cumming, and it didn’t seem like he would ever stop. And, god, he hoped he wouldn’t somehow.
𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇! - GETO
Suguru Geto was a man who always knew what to say. His words were always powerful and wise.
They were also downright filthy, too.
No matter where you both were — at dinner in a nice restaurant, in the movie theater, at the airport — Geto couldn’t help but press his lips against your ear, and whisper something he knew would get your panties wet.
Today in particular, you were both at the grocery store, waiting in line patiently with a cart full of food.
Suddenly, Geto pressed himself against your backside. To nearby shoppers, he simply seemed like an affectionate partner, but you knew what was coming.
Geto leaned down a bit, his warm breath patting against your ear.
“Let’s head home after this. I really wanna eat your pussy before dinner. Let’s see how much of your cum I can swallow.”
“Suguru,” you whispered softly. “We’re in public.”
“No one can hear me, sweet girl. I bet I could reach my hand into your pants and rub your clit, and no one would notice. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“I-”
“Shhh,” he smiled a bit, although you couldn’t see it. “Don’t worry. I’ll wait until we get home, but once we do, we’re gonna fuck and fuck all night long.”
He gave your ear a slow, little lick, and stepped away from you, grinning as he started to put the groceries on the conveyor belt.
𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐘! - CHOSO
“Please,” a soft, desperate whine fell from Choso’s lips. “Make me cum again, please.”
The gorgeous guy started to squirm around beneath you, attempting to raise his hips, chasing the feeling of your tight cunt around him.
“Ride me again,” Choso gripped your hips. “Please ride me again.”
He couldn’t wait any longer. Slowly, he started to glide you up and down along his cock, moaning softly.
“You’re so impatient,” you teased. Despite your words, you helped him out by pressing your hands against his chest, and riding him once again.
“Oh my god,” Choso whispered. “Feels so good. Don’t stop, okay? I need to cum again.”
Your pussy milked his cock until he could no longer form any coherent sentences.
“Baby, please . . . shit, baby. I can’t hold it, I can’t- please, oh fuck.”
Moan after moan fell from between his pretty lips, and without warning — he couldn’t speak well enough to say anything — Choso shot another load of cum right inside of you.
You both paused to catch your breath, but not for long, as Choso started to squirm around once again.
“Another,” he whined softly. “Don’t stop, please. Do it again . . . I wanna cum again.”
𝐏𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐑! - TOJI
When Toji Fushiguro asked to come to your house, you thought nothing of it.
It wasn’t unusual for him to come over, but little did you know, he had a habit of snooping around.
He liked to see what kind of things you had in your home, and eventually, he knew by heart what brand of toothpaste you preferred and whether you kept certain condiments in the fridge or in the cabinet.
But, his favorite place to snoop was in your bedroom.
Often, he’d say, “I’m gonna go piss,” while getting up from the couch and making his way down the hall. But he never went into the bathroom.
He’d go into your bedroom instead and open your drawer, growing hard at the sight of your undergarments.
He’d typically just steal one pair of panties and shove them into his pocket.
But it wasn’t good enough.
After all, your underwear smelled like detergent. It didn’t smell like you — or, more specifically, your sweet pussy.
That was when he snuck into your laundry room and went into your dirty clothes hamper, digging until he found the perfect pair of used panties.
He shoved them into his pocket, and returned to the living room.
Later on, when he got home, he put those panties right into his mouth, jerking off as he daydreamed about eating your pussy. It was magical, especially now that he knew how it would taste.
Then, he laced those panties around his hard cock, fucking his fist as he shot load after load into the soft material, moaning your name as he did so.
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HE MOANS LIKE SUCH A SLUT!
SYNOPSIS...an analysis on how the jjk men sound when they moan like sluts
INFO...moaning, cursing, and other disgusting things that goes on in my brain so beware
OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated!
TOJI
In my head, toji is a moaner and a groaner! Like when he’s really into it, like plowing you to the point where you can’t breathe, he’s groaning and cursing so much. Definitely breathing heavily too. His moans are sort of low pitched to normal sounding, he doesn’t moan high pitched and he doesn’t whimper at all. He curses every five seconds like this man can’t get enough of it. He can’t help himself when you feel so good around him yk? He definitely groans in your ear if he has you in certain positions, he knows you like it when he goes animalistic for you and fucks you harshly. And when he breathed heavily, it’s not like he’s just got done running a marathon but like those sexy heavy breaths. “Fuck, you feel so good around me. You’re gonna make me fucking cum!” Like yes, be vocal!
GETO
Whimpers and moans. He’s not too loud with it but he’s loud enough and that’s all that matters. His whimpers are so high pitched it’s so fucking cute! Like if you’re giving him head and you lick and suck on his tip, baby boy is whimpering and moaning while his hips buck into your mouth, ugh! He sounds so pretty I can’t even. His eyes roll into the back of his head sometimes and he doesn’t really curse much, but when he does it’s so fucking hot because it’s usually followed with praise afterwards. He starts moaning a lot more when he’s closer to cumming and his words start jumbling together before he ends up doing so. Geto just because a mess. You purposely like the positions where he’s moaning in your ear cause it turns you on so much hearing how good you make him feel. “Please, please,” he moans, eyes rolling back, “I’m so close!” Overstim that man!
GOJO
Loud as fuck! I’m talking moaning, screaming, cursing, this man is doing it all. Obviously he’s screaming in a good way! He’s super sensitive everywhere, like his entire body. So if you stimulate two areas at once, maybe even three, Gojo is literally going to combust and start going crazy. He is so loud that you will get a complaint from the damn neighbors. His voice gets all raspy and sometimes even cracks! That’s how you know that man is in heaven! He’ll stutter over his words. Hell, sometimes he doesn’t even say full sentences before he ends up moaning like a damn porn star. He whimpers at the slightest touches so go ahead and tease that man until he’s begging for you to fuck him. His moans are in between normal and high pitched, and when he’s about to cum he gets really loud! Sometimes, you have to muffle his moans with your hand when he’s cumming. “Baby! Baby! Shit! Fuck! I’m gonna cum, I’m cumming! I’m so—fuuuuck!” Slut this man out, thank you very much.
CHOSO
He’s kind of quiet because he’s scared of being vocal. Poor baby want sto moan so bad, but he’s shy! He’ll bite his lip to conceal his moans, so all you hear from him is heavy breathing and small whimpers. He curses under his breath sometimes, but not a lot. Sometimes his moans slip out when you touch him in a place that feels really good and you catch it, his cheeks turn red immediately but before he could protest, you keep touching him in that same spot just to hear how pretty he sounds. Baby is so embarrassed its adorable! He’s covering his face despite the sounds leaving his lips. “S-shit! Feels so good!” He eventually makes eye contact with you, shocked by how much he came and how vocal he was. And it was all thanks to you!
NANAMI
He’s definitely a groaner and a grunter. Like he’s so aggressive with you sometimes and like?? Yes please! Caring and loving outside the bedroom but treats you like a whore inside the bedroom? Thank you for your service. Just imagine him staring up at you with lustful eyes and he’s just groaning from how good you feel! Yeah, sign me up! He talks you through it for sure, like he talks through his teeth. And not in a weird way, it’s definitely sexy when nanami does it cause it’s him. He’s so loud when he’s groaning too. He does it in your ear and it sends chills all over your body, ugh! Sometimes he’ll let out those blissful sighs and throw his head back! This man makes your panties drop! He’s not the type to curse for some reason? I just don’t see it. If he does curse, it’s like once or twice. He’s still sexy! “Yes! Right there, baby! Keep riding me, make me cum.” SIR YES SIR! Orders are followed!
SUKUNA
Where do I even start with sukuna…? Like I don’t see this man moaning or whimpering. He might groan and grunt but literally I see him degrading you and laughing the entire time. Like the times he will moan it will be deep and guttural, but it’s so sexy. He never wants to show or admit that you feel good to him because he sees it as weakness. He doesn’t want you to have that type of control over him. Like I’m all for big scary men acting like subby whores, but sukuna won’t allow that! He does take notice that you do clench around him when he does moan those few times…so maybe he’ll change his mind? Hehe. When he’s really into it he’s groan and digging his nails into your skin and when he finally cums that’s when those moans come out. “Your sloppy hole is only mine to fill up. Understand, slut?” Yeah, sure, cupcake.
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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
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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.