Choso Has Your Name Tatted On His V-line And Surprised You With It When He Was Fucking The Shit Out Of

choso has your name tatted on his v-line and surprised you with it when he was fucking the shit out of you.

he loved you so much and couldn’t deny that; he always thought about you and always yearned for you. if he saw flowers in the store, he would get them for you; if he saw something he thought you'd like, he got it; it didn’t matter the cost.

there was no doubt in the love he felt for you; he wanted a reminder of you everywhere he went, so he got your name tatted in your favorite place.

your name with a little heart beside it. when he looked at it in the mirror, his cheeks turned bright red, and he had a huge smile on his face.

he knew he had to wrap it, but he couldn’t wait, so he got you in bed, stripped you and himself down, and got to work.

avoiding taking off his briefs so you couldn’t see it yet. you could tell choso was a little happier that day, but you just went with it.

it wasn’t until he had you on your back and was giving you deep strokes with his briefs down to a point that you noticed little “scribbling.”

“what… what’s that?” your breath was short from the pleasure you were receiving; it was almost like you were hallucinating, but it was too dark.

your hand reaching out and touching it was definitely real. taking your finger and hooked it on the hem of his briefs and tugged it down, your eyes going wide.

he takes your hand, slides his fingers in between yours, and leans down, giving you a kiss on the cheek and pushing into you deeper, a moan slipping past your lips.

“focus baby.” his voice soft as he pushed into you again deeper, pressing on your soft spot and staying there, pushing his briefs down all the way.

sliding his fingers out of yours, sliding his finger over the tattoo, and looking at you through his eyelashes, his face getting red again.

“how’s that? you like it?” your mouth ajar and a laugh escaping your lips. reaching your hands to his face and pushing him into your lips.

“i love it.”

that tattoo is a reminder of how much he loved and cherished you.

no one:

absolutely nobody:

literally not a single soul:

frieren sleeping:

Thinking of the sweetest, most gentle and tender husband Nanami Kento who's dressing you before going out to dinner with your friends only to end up getting distracted.

He was on his knees, dragging your tights up your thighs as you sat on the bed. One loving kiss led to another until his mouth found your panties.

He'd only just put them on for you. A skimpy red pair, matching your bra. He's got your favourite dress laid out on the bed for you too, and he'll see which necklace you'll pick out tonight.

Will it be diamonds, pearls, or his hands?

But first he'll savour this most delicious appetiser, pushing your fresh panties aside that are already soaked, and getting his tongue all over you.

"You taste divine," he always utters such eloquent praise into your pussy, even when he's throbbing hard and leaking pre all over himself.

He can't concentrate on that; the fattest, thickest swell in pants that's bound to bust out any second.

He's fucking busy, licking up your juice.

"K-Kento - pl- please- "

The man can barely hear you.

His tongue is swirling around your clit until you're left faint from the pleasure. Your body collapses back on the bed and you let out one of your most beautiful moans.

"That's it- baby, that's my favourite sound~"

He tells you, drawing out your orgasm with his lips and tongue, his whole mouth, till he's drenched and needy.

But he has to stop.

He licks a big stripe up your pussy and clit, up to your stomach, then sucks a little kiss there before pulling away.

He drags your panties back up and leaves his meal unfinished.

"Come on, sweetheart. We're going to be late."

He finishes dressing you with care and dedication, watching you recover your senses and apply a little make-up.

He drives you to dinner and is only able to relinquish the arousal in his guts when you get home and let him fuck you like an animal.

call me detta. i’m 19♡ bilingual. latina. i plan to write soon. i like mortal kombat, resident evil and call of duty. i’m friendly but shy:)

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