You've always been told you had a smart mouth. That's exactly what got you into this position in the first place.
You were face down against the mattress, back arched deep, and panties pulled to the side.
"So fucking mouthy." His big hands were gripping you roughly, face buried between your thighs. He pulled back slightly, putting a harsh slap on your ass. His tongue flicked at your entrance, before trailing down to your clit. You whined, hips jerking earning you another slap.
"All that talk, but look at you now, dripping for me." His voice rumbled against your clit, tongue working against you.
"So fucking stubborn." He lapped at you. "This is what you wanted, hm?" He asked, pulling you closer to his face. When you didn't reply, he started slowly circling your clit with the tip of his tongue, adding pressure. You exhale, thighs starting to tremble.
"Yeah, you're gonna learn." You could feel the pressure building up, stomach tightening. You grip the sheets, needing something to hold on to. Your moans grew breathy as you arched more, pushing your hips back.
"I'm sorry." You whimpered, trying to pull away.
His tongue slowed before he pulled back. His rough hand palmed your ass before leaving a stinging slap. His voice was teasing.
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Who knew going to your boyfriend to get tatted would turn into this?
You sigh, pulling your keys out of your tote bag to his apartment. He gave it to you a few months after you first started dating, knowing he could trust you. You practically lived with him anyway, your clothes in his drawer, makeup and toothbrush in the bathroom, hair supplies, and anything else you could think of. His place was your second home, if not the first.
You turned the key before pushing the door open. You were immediately hit with the familiar scent of the Valentino he always wore, immediately comforting you. You took off your shoes and called out to him.
"Cho?" You call sweetly.
You hear footsteps to look up and see him rounding the corner. He had on a black Compression shirt with black sweats on, his glasses on top of his head. You smile, running to him as he opens his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck.
"Hi, pretty." He grinned, his arms tightening around your waist. You buried your face in the crease of his neck.
"You smell so good." You inhaled. He grinned as he pulled back, taking your hand.
"I smell the same as always." He tilted his head.
You look up at him. "I know, but still."
He laughed at your expression before pulling you into the living room. You set your bag on the island before plopping on the stool near him.
His apartment really matched his vibe. The black faux leather couch, the blackout curtains, the heavy metal posters hanging up, the guitar pinned on the wall, and the records everywhere, you loved it.
"Your hair has gotten so long since I last saw you." You ran your fingers through his hair as he stood between your thighs.
"Yeah? It has been a while, a few weeks maybe?" He rubbed your thighs.
"Yeah," you sulk, "You've been too busy." You look up at him.
"I know, I'm sorry." He rubbed your cheek.
"It's fine you're here now." You lean into his touch.
He smiled before pulling back. You watched him as his back faced you, his muscles so clear through the shirt.
"You still want that same design you sent yesterday?" He asked, his eyes focused on his tablet.
"Mhm," you hum in response, "You finished adjusting it?" You get up to wrap your arms around him from behind.
He turned around, placing his hand on the back of your head. "Yeah, look at it and tell me if you like it." He handed you the tablet.
You look at it in awe. It was everything you imagined, from the fine lines down to the style.
"Yes, this is perfect." You grin, looking up.
"Well, you already know, just hop up there then." He said gently.
You nod. You already knew to dress lightly this wasn't his first time tattooing on you. It was hot outside anyway, so you just wore a black tank top and mini shorts.
All his supplies were already laid out and sterilized. He put on gloves before he started wrapping everything and pouring the ink.
"You have to take these off." He playfully tugs on the belt of your shorts.
"If you want me naked, just say that." You joked as you unbuttoned them.
He sighed. "Don't tease me right now."
He took them from you, folding and putting them aside.
As you climb up on the table, he stares at your ass, letting his fingers graze your calf.
"Hmm, maybe I should get your name tatted next." You tease, batting your lashes.
Now that his hair was tied up, you could clearly see the tips of his ears going red. "Shush."
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You were sitting on his lap, music playing in the background as he smoked. You buried your face in his neck, nails gently scratching his scalp.
His hand started with rubbing on your thigh until it eased its way up, gripping the soft fat of your ass. You leaned back a little to look up at seeing the smoke leave his lips.
"Cho?" You pushed yourself up slightly.
"Hmm?" He hummed, looking down at you.
Your eyes gazed at his features, fingers moving to trace his lips. His eyes dropped to your fingers before catching your eyes again.
"What is it you need?" He questioned as he pinched the blunt out, his hands going straight to your thighs.
"Want you, it's been so long." You lean in, and your lips graze his. "Please?"
His breathing slowed before he smashed his lips against yours. You were taken aback by the force but quickly melted into it. His hand went to the back of your head, pulling you closer. His lips oddly tasted like your favorite fruit, but you decided not to ask about it.
You pull back with a small giggle, pushing his glasses that had fallen back up on top of his head before leaning back in. Your pulse sped up a little as his hands started roaming.
He let a small whimper as you bit down on his bottom lip, smoothing over it with your tongue after. You unconsciously rolled your hips. His hands shot down to your hips, a whine leaving his lips.
He pulled back eyes heavy with lust. You let out a yelp as he stood carrying you, your legs immediately wrapping around him.
Your lips trail down from his jaw, leaving pecks and nibbles. He stepped into his bedroom, kicking the door shut before dropping you on the bed.
Using your elbows sitting up, you watched him take off his shirt, tossing it aside before setting his glasses down. Your breath hitched as he got closer to you.
You shiver as his warm hands push your shirt up, his head dropping to place kisses across your stomach.
His lips trailed up before pulling your shirt and bra off.
"So pretty." He breathed against your skin.
You smile, your fingers trailing down the back of his neck as his tongue rolled across your nipple seconds before his lips latch. Your lips parted as he moved to the other side.
The kisses alone were enough to prove how he worshipped you and your body. If you need something else, he makes sure you have it, you tell him something's bothering you, and he's there making sure you're okay. He absolutely spoiled you, and both of you loved it.
His hands fumble with his belt before they hook into your shorts and panties, pulling them off. He kissed down your navel, taking his time. As bad as he wanted you, he hadn't seen you in a while, so he wanted to take his time with you.
He parted your thighs just enough to fit between them, his hot breath flowing across your skin. His tongue ran across your thighs, occasionally leaving small hickeys. He started pushing your knees to your chest. You didn't get much time to process before his face was buried between your thighs.
"Ch-cho," You moan, fingers tangling in his hair as his tongue dived into you. The vibration of his whimpers against you had you clenching around nothing.
He noticed and moved his fingers to rub your entrance, making your hips jolt. Your moans shot straight through his body, his hips starting to roll into the mattress, throbbing just as much as you were.
You whine as he eased his fingers into you, reaching places you couldn't. Pulling away, leaving you empty, he spat, using his fingers to circle your clit. Your thighs started to tremble as his tongue went down to your entrance, the pink muscle pushing inside you.
"So good." He mumbled. You gasp at the feeling catching you off guard. He smiled, feeling you clench around him. His tongue went back to its original job, circling your clit slowly.
"Feels so good." You breathe, "Doing such a good job."
He whimpered against you, hips rutting against the bed again. His lips sealed around your clit, shaking his head side to side, making you pulse with need. Your thighs snap shut, trapping his head, and he was exactly where he wanted to be, his fingers tips digging into your thighs like you were going to run away.
A moan left your lips as his middle and ring fingers rubbed tight circles in your clit. You tug on his black strands, hips moving to grind against his flattened tongue.
"Gonna cum." You whine voice cracking.
He used this as an opportunity to make you fall apart. His lips latched onto your hardened clit, focusing on one spot to make you see stars.
You felt that coil in your belly tightening up before snapping. You gasped, body locking up before you started to push away from him. Meanwhile, he was gripping your thighs, leaving sloppy kisses up your slit. He whimpered against you, your pleasure his too, before pulling away, panting.
You didn't get much breathing time, thighs still trembling, before he stripped and pulled you closer by your ankle. He parts your thighs, stepping between them as his warm hands grip your thighs. He knew exactly what you needed and what he needed too. The desperate look on your face gave it away.
He pulled you closer to the edge of the bed, lining himself up with your entrance. "Come on, let me in." He said softly.
He slowly pushed himself inside you, inch by inch, until he bottomed out, his forehead dropping to rest on your shoulder. He stayed still inside you for a moment, breathing in your scent.
He started rolling his hips slowly, letting you adjust. Keeping up the pace, he started peppering soft kisses and bites from your neck to your shoulder. He moved your hips, angling to hit deeper.
"Only you can get me like this." His breath hitched. "Need...needed you so bad." His hips snapped forward with each word.
"Choso I-" You cut yourself off with a whine.
His eyes nearly rolled back at the sound of his name leaving your lips, his face nuzzled into your neck. "Tell me what you need."
As you chant faster, he immediately picks up the pace, no longer gentle. Your back arched legs locking around his waist, trying to pull him deeper. His head lifted, eyes landing on you to see your expressions.
"Taking it so good." His hands grip your hips tightly as he pounds into you. He leaned down, trapping one of your nipples between his lips, sucking gently.
"Come on, let go, you can do it." He coaxed you, the sound of your moans pushing him to the edge. He moved his hand between your thighs, rubbing your clit in small, tight circles.
He felt your walls start to flutter, squeezing around him. He pressed down on your clit harder, which sent you spiraling over the edge.
"Good girl." He praised, feeling you gush around him. His hips kept pushing through your orgasm in sloppy thrusts as he chased his own release. As you gripped his back, he buried his face in your neck. He whined, muffled as he came inside you, pushing deep to fill you up.
His body trembled as he pushed through his orgasm, pulsing inside you. He collapsed, wrapping his arms around you before placing a slow kiss on your lips.
boyfriend!takuma who leaves cute notes with doodles around the apartment, leaving them in places he knows you'll look daily.
boyfriend!takuma who takes you on an art picnic date but can't draw to save his life. Don't worry, he'll still try his hardest.
boyfriend!takuma that takes you to a skate park for the first time and laughs when you fall on your ass before falling on his.
boyfriend!takuma that comes home and yaps to you about Nanami while you snuggle under the blanket listening happily. (You both need that.)
boyfriend!takuma who brings home stray animals. He can't help it; he has a big heart. Now you're both snuggled up with your two grown fur babies.
boyfriend!takuma who's a sneaker head. He has a whole room dedicated to his collection, but not just for himself. If he's buying shoes, you can guarantee he's buying you some. His girl has to be spoiled, too.
boyfriend!takuma who loves seeing you in his clothes. He purposely leaves them out for you to wear. He loves the faint scent of you left on his hoodies.
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boyfriend!takuma brags about you to his friends all the time. He loves you so much that even the thought of you gets him hard.
boyfriend!takuma who pulls you on his lap when he's gaming, rubbing on your thighs during the queue.
boyfriend!takuma that has your shirt rolled up, eyes on the screen, while he sucks on your nipples. You tug on his hair to get him to look at you.
boyfriend!takuma hates not giving you his full attention. He soon has you bent over his desk, splitting you in half. "You can take it pretty."
boyfriend!takuma holds you down when you sit on his face. His favorite thing is being squished by your thighs. If you worry about suffocating him, he'd tell you that he'd die happy.
