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Sweet, Sweet Fantasy, Baby
18+ piercer!Choso x F!reader
The neon lights illuminated your face as you stared into the shop, The Black Flash, you read the name over and over again trying to summon the courage you had on the drive over, it suddenly disappearing as you stepped up to the door.
Your hands wrung the bottom of your tank top as you kept trying to hype yourself up. Why did I not bring a friend? You cursed, knowing that if you had brought Shoko along she would’ve already had you sat in the chair hyping you up for whatever you decided to do.
“Hey brat,” a voice boomed out, startling you from your internal monologue. “Are you in, or are you out? We’re trying to close up so choose quickly or move the fuck on.” Your eyes met a 6’5”, if not taller, extremely tatted pink haired man who looked like he always carried a scowl on his face.
“Oh!” You squeaked out, rushing inside past him, letting him make the decision for you. “Do you have an appointment kid?” He asked raising an eyebrow and crossing his arms. “Oh, um no, this was kind of a spur of the moment decision. I wanted to get a tattoo on my chest and-“ “Okay so,” the man interrupted you quickly. “You want a chest tattoo, with no appointment, 10 minutes before we close?” He laughed out loud, as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing which made you shrink down into yourself even more. “No can do brat, it’s a piercing or beat it.” A coy smile started to play at his lips as he motions his thumb between the pricing sign and the door.
“I didn’t drive all this way for nothing.” You told yourself as you walked towards the pricing sign, slightly disappointed at the change of plans but why you thought you could show up so late and expect an intricate tattoo is beyond unrealistic.
Your eyes trailed down the sign, your ears already pierced thanks to Shoko, who begged you to let her practice her new piercing gun she got off of the internet on you while you were drunk, and promptly stabbed three holes into each ear, genuinely a miracle that they didn’t get infected and fall off. Your naval already pierced, the only piercing of yours you got professionally. Your eyes hovered over the face piercing pricing, but you felt like that was too expected of you, you wanted a wow factor, something that nobody would expect from you, and then your eyes landed on exactly what you needed.
“I want this.” You pointed as the pink haired man squinted at the word, promptly causing his eyebrows to raise in amusement. “Are you sure kid?” You nodded quickly, hoping to hurry up and get it done before you talked yourself out of it and sprinted out the door. He chuckled, as if he could read your mind at that very moment, but he wasn’t paid to care how you felt, shit, he wasn’t getting paid right now anyways which is why he wanted to shut up shop early, but you’ve caught his attention.
He tilted his head back. “Aye, Choso! You got room for one last client?” He booms, his voice practically shaking the lobby you two stood in. You heard a groan as footsteps grew louder towards you. “Dude, I just finished packing,” a deep voice groans. “What do they want?” You tilt your head up and your eyes meet his. Choso leaned up against the door frame, his biceps flexing in his black compression shirt. “Oh my God..” you thought to yourself taking in his image. His black spiky hair, lazily pulled back into two messy buns, his smudged eyeliner complimenting his what seemed to be just a plain black line tattooed that trailed across his nose. His 6’0” figure barely fitting in the door frame he was lazily hanging out in. For a brief moment you caught him checking you out too, but he averted his gaze to the other man and awaited his response.
“A number 6,” he grinned, glancing back at you. “Take good care of her will ya Choso?” Choso’s hazel eyes widened a bit as he blew some hair out of his face and straightened himself out. “C‘mon princess we don’t have all night,” he calls out turning around and lazily waving his hand to signal you to follow him. “Sukana leave the keys, I’ll shut ‘er up for ya. This might take a while.”
You followed the burly man into his secluded room in the back, butterflies building up in your stomach, not just from the pre-piercing anxiety, but also at the thought of being alone in the shop with this absolute unit of a man. You prevent the thought from lingering too long, nothing good comes from thoughts like those.
You watched as he unpacked all of his equipment again, slowly, and meticulously, as if he was he was trying to draw out the time he had. His eyes peeked up at you, studying you once again, in a different light this time, the way you look at someone who you’ve got all to yourself. A blush creeped up on to your face as you turned to look at yourself in the mirror, his eyes never leaving you.
“You gonna sit?” He asks, imitating irritation, but with heavy undertones of something else…something…flirtatious perhaps? No. Couldn’t be, you prevented yourself from entertaining the idea. “The table’s too high, I can’t reach it.” He laughs softly and groans as he stood up from his bag and made his way over to where you stood in front of the mirror. You made eye contact with eachother in it as his large hands carefully held your sides, slowly making their way down to your hips, lazily drawing circles as he leads you to the table and presses your ass against it. He practically breaks his back to lean down to come forehead to forehead with you, your breathing coming to a complete halt as you anxiously anticipate his next move.
Before you know it you’re being picked up like you weighed nothing, slightly grazing the front side of him as he carefully sat you down and immediately turned his back to you to hurriedly walk back to his station and finish setting up. You glanced towards the mirror again, not knowing where to look, and then you saw the reason why he practically sprinted away from you.
He was rock hard.
The sight of it sent tingles down your spine as you rubbed your legs together causing slight friction down stairs. You wondered if it was even bigger than it looked being covered by his black sweats. You caught yourself trying to envision the sight, causing you to get you a bit more heated than you planned on getting tonight. His voice interrupted your day dreaming, “Take your shirt off.” “W-what??” You managed to squeak out. He tsk’d and turned around, all his equipment (and his dick) set up, waiting to be used at your agreement. “How else am I supposed to pierce your nipples princess?”
Your face heated up yet again at his little nickname for you. “Oh yeah…” you mumbled, fumbling with the hem of your tank top, you started to slowly pull it up as you felt a pair of hands tracing your bare skin, following the path as it becomes more and more exposed. You shiver under his touch, and he notices, applying more pressure with his finger tips, following your upward motion until your top was discarded to the side. You two made brief eye contact before he pressed himself against you, causing you to gasp as his hands trailed from your sides to your back, un-clipping your bra and sliding it off of your shoulders leaving an electrifying sensation in the absence of his fingers. “Atta girl.” He smiles, briefly glancing up from the view of your bare chest to meet your flustered gaze.
Your mouth hangs open in shock, your brain completely short circuiting after the unexpected, but not unwelcome display of events. He leans down, his breath hot against your nipples causing an unwarranted noise to come out of your mouth, surprising you both. “Getting all worked up and I haven’t even touched you,” he smirks. “I’m just getting an idea of where I need to mark you sweetheart.” “M-mark me?” You breathe out, your heart waiting to leap out of your throat at any minute. “Yes…?” He questions raising an eyebrow. “With the marker princess. Unless you’d rather me use my mouth.” He half heartedly jokes as he turns around to grab his equipment.
He gently cups your breasts one at a time in his hands, precisely examining your anatomy, poking marks and promptly erasing them to put a new one in its place. You quivered under his touch, how could you not? You started to think it was less about the anxiety of getting pierced and more about the animalistic way you craved him, right here, right now. As if reading your mind he took a step back and looked at you. “You’re shaking, are you backing out already?” He pouted. “Don’t you trust me princess? You’re in good hands, I promise.” He steps closer to you bridging the gap and placing one hand in between your quivering legs, thumb barely grazing over your covered clit, the other grabbing your chin to make you look up at him. “Do you believe me?” he questions as his fingers dance on your thighs. “I would never—“
Your lips crashing against his interrupted whatever meaningless sentence he was trying to get out as you immediately tangled your hands in his hair. He groaned into your mouth while you undid his hairstyle, letting it fall flatly. His hand that cupped your chin made its way to your throat as he lightly gripped it, a silent plea begging you to not stop. “You are too gorgeous to be acting like this princess~” he breathed out as you found anywhere and everywhere to claw at him to press his body closer to yours. “And you’re too gorgeous to sit around and tease me like this without acting on it.” You counter, immediately arching your back as he palms your clothed clit and peppers kisses along your collar bone, just to sink his teeth into you.
“Well I had this whole speech planned about how if you were nervous I would find a way to distract you.” He chuckled as his hands made their way to your waist band to slowly slide them off. He gently pushed you backwards, putting your now unclothed cunt right in his face. Before you could even process what was going on, he grabbed your thighs and started eating you like his life depended on it, which caused a surprised mewl to leave your mouth as you leaned your head back, grabbing a fist full of his hair, making him moan sending vibrations up your core.
He started to dip and curl one, then two fingers in and out of you as he continued to lick and abuse your poor clit. “Fucckkkkk Cho~” you practically yell as he hits your sweet spot. That was all the confirmation he needed as he slightly quickened the pace of the flick of his tongue as he continued to hit sweet spot after sweet spot, afraid to move his head, scared he’d lose his momentum causing you to not finish. What kind of gentleman would he be if he didn’t allow his princess to finish all over his face. You continued to babble incoherent nothings, mixed with mewls and moans as he hummed in agreement until finally your thighs ruthlessly squeezed the sides of his head as you came all over his face followed by a yelp of his name and yank of a tuft of his hair. He stayed in the same position, slowly licking you while you rode out your high, only coming up when your grip on his hair loosened.
Your half lidded eyes meeting eachother, you watched as your slick slid down his chin and dropped onto the table you sat on, an excited chill running down your spine as he maintained eye contact with you as he used his thumb to wipe off the excess on his mouth and put that, along with the fingers that were just inside you into his mouth to suck himself clean of your juices, a slight moan leaving his mouth as he tastes you all over again, taking in your disheveled sight. A sight that no one but him was allowed to see. The realization of that almost send him over the edge, just watching your legs shake because of him, your chest rising up and down from the experience he just gave you, your half lidded eyes gazing longingly into his, just the sight of you could make him finish, no touching required.
You watched in anticipation as he hooked his fingers into his waistband, slowly dragging down his pants, as if he was trying to prolong the suffering you felt without his cock snugged deeply within your tight walls. Just as you almost got a peek of his tip, a voice brought you to your senses.
“Princess, you’re done.” Choso’s voice brought you out of your day dream, your eyes finding their focus on him. He raised an eyebrow amusingly and glanced down, your eyes followed causing your face to flush with embarrassment.
You wet the table.
The realization that everything that just happened was in your head, combined with the burning sensation of your freshly pierced nipples sobered you up to reality faster than anything else could. “You kinda went blank on me after I marked you sweetheart,” he chuckled. “You kept mumbling my name so that’s how I knew I didn’t lose you.” You practically rushed to throw your clothes on, your wrists grabbed by Choso’s strong grip. “Woah there princess, not too fast. If you’re not careful you’re going to tear something.” He gently placed a saline cotton pad over your aching nipples and carefully re-hooked your bra for you before he effortlessly slid your shirt back on for you. You mumbled an embarrassed thank you, refusing to meet his eyes as he went over piercing care with you, jotting down his number for ‘if you had any questions.’
You hung around at his request while he packed up his stuff and led you back to the front, a soft hand resting on your lower back, sending electricity up your spine once again, vividly being brought back to the erotic day dream you had of this man to cope with the anxiety and pain of getting your girls pierced. He gently nudged you past the checkout counter, swiftly grabbing the keys and hitting all the lights off on your way out. “Wait I have to pay Cho-“ “Don’t sweat it sweetheart.” he interrupted, waving his hand in dismissal of you. “I’m too lazy to process any payments right now anyways..” he made his way towards you after locking the doors, bending down to whisper in your ear, “Plus, hearing you squirm and moan my name is all the payment a guy could ever want.” You quickly cover your face in embarrassment and groan out an apology. “Don’t apologize,” he grins widely, moving to fully face you now, hands moving your smaller ones out from infront of your face. “It was the sexiest thing that’s ever happened to me. And for the record, whatever you were fantasizing about in there, Im completely down to recreate whenever you’re up for it.” he plants a soft kiss to your temple that just makes you blush harder and turn around to head to your car.
You didn’t get far before a harsh slap hit your backside, causing you to yelp and turn around to face the messy haired god, a lustful smile grazing his handsome face. “Come and see me again to get that tattoo you wanted princess,” he turns around waving bye to you. “Maybe we can make that fantasy of yours a reality.”
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