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husband!noaya cares for no one, except his own sick pleasure.
snaking his arms around your waist as you cook barely has you look up from the pot you were stirring, his nature now well known to you. quickly moving your hair to the side, his teeth sink into the back of your neck, making you wince. "fucking bastard," you mutter under your breath.
but he doesn't hear it or if he does, he pretends he doesn't as he forces his fingers inside the cavity of your mouth, fingertips exploring every inch of your mouth as you gag around him.
"this mouth is only good for sucking dicks isn't it, wife?" he snarls. there isn't an ounce of love or gentleness in his words and you hate the way your pussy throbs.
pulling your hips flush against his hakama, groaning as he feels his cock rubbing against your clothed ass. "so fucking filthy."
he does not care that he was essentially humping you in the kitchen of the zenin estate where hundreds of servants file in and out every second. nor does he care about any disciples potentially seeing you two in such a precarious situation.
if anything, it gets him all hot and bothered.
hastily pulling up your kimono, he all but tears the cotton panties, his fingers running along your embarrassingly wet cunt. he smirks, dipping a finger at your weeping hole.
"you like this, don't you? letting your dear husband use you whenever," he remarks, shoving his finger inside you pussy making you gasp. "I've trained you to be a good wife, haven't I, Y/n?"
and you nod quickly knowing better than to anger his short-fused temper. and the proud grin your husband adorns makes you sick to your stomach. "there you go. that's a good little slut."
pulling out your tits in a similarly haphazard manner, he bends you over the countertop, one hand groping your breast while the other works his hardening length in his hand to the view of your sopping pussy, all for him.
he doesn't give you a warning as he shoves his length inside your pussy, fingers twisting your nipples roughly. you let out a sound between a groan and a moan, vision blurring from the force he moved inside you like a starving beast.
groaning, he pulls you up, snaking his hands around your front, his palm lying flat against your tummy as you feel his cock hit it from the inside, creating a prominent bulge.
lying your head back on his shoulder, he wastes no time in grasping the opportunity as he wraps his palm around your throat, pressing down hard enough to make you see stars.
gasping for air, you claw at his hand to no avail, body moving with each thrust as your husband used you like a fleshilight for his own pleasure without a regard for yours.
you can feel his high approaching by the ragged breaths that leave his lips, hand tightening around your throat where bruises were already forming. before you could warn him, clear stream of liquid spritz out of your pussy, drenching the countertop as you came, convulsing in his vice -like grip.
smirking, noaya follows next, spilling thick white ropes of cum into your pussy as they overflow, dripping down your legs, mixing with your fluids in a messy puddle beneath your feet.
it was then that noaya noticed his cousin toji standing there by the doorway, a glass in his hand with the biggest smirk on his face.
your husband pulls out crassly leaving you to steady yourself with only the wooden countertop, body shaking as you came down from your high.
"want in, 'ji?" you hear your husband say. you could practically see him grinning with that sickly smirk of his.
this was going to be a thick and long cooking session.
husband!noaya cares for no one, except his own sick pleasure.
snaking his arms around your waist as you cook barely has you look up from the pot you were stirring, his nature now well known to you. quickly moving your hair to the side, his teeth sink into the back of your neck, making you wince. "fucking bastard," you mutter under your breath.
but he doesn't hear it or if he does, he pretends he doesn't as he forces his fingers inside the cavity of your mouth, fingertips exploring every inch of your mouth as you gag around him.
"this mouth is only good for sucking dicks isn't it, wife?" he snarls. there isn't an ounce of love or gentleness in his words and you hate the way your pussy throbs.
pulling your hips flush against his hakama, groaning as he feels his cock rubbing against your clothed ass. "so fucking filthy."
he does not care that he was essentially humping you in the kitchen of the zenin estate where hundreds of servants file in and out every second. nor does he care about any disciples potentially seeing you two in such a precarious situation.
if anything, it gets him all hot and bothered.
hastily pulling up your kimono, he all but tears the cotton panties, his fingers running along your embarrassingly wet cunt. he smirks, dipping a finger at your weeping hole.
"you like this, don't you? letting your dear husband use you whenever," he remarks, shoving his finger inside you pussy making you gasp. "I've trained you to be a good wife, haven't I, Y/n?"
and you nod quickly knowing better than to anger his short-fused temper. and the proud grin your husband adorns makes you sick to your stomach. "there you go. that's a good little slut."
pulling out your tits in a similarly haphazard manner, he bends you over the countertop, one hand groping your breast while the other works his hardening length in his hand to the view of your sopping pussy, all for him.
he doesn't give you a warning as he shoves his length inside your pussy, fingers twisting your nipples roughly. you let out a sound between a groan and a moan, vision blurring from the force he moved inside you like a starving beast.
groaning, he pulls you up, snaking his hands around your front, his palm lying flat against your tummy as you feel his cock hit it from the inside, creating a prominent bulge.
lying your head back on his shoulder, he wastes no time in grasping the opportunity as he wraps his palm around your throat, pressing down hard enough to make you see stars.
gasping for air, you claw at his hand to no avail, body moving with each thrust as your husband used you like a fleshilight for his own pleasure without a regard for yours.
you can feel his high approaching by the ragged breaths that leave his lips, hand tightening around your throat where bruises were already forming. before you could warn him, clear stream of liquid spritz out of your pussy, drenching the countertop as you came, convulsing in his vice -like grip.
smirking, noaya follows next, spilling thick white ropes of cum into your pussy as they overflow, dripping down your legs, mixing with your fluids in a messy puddle beneath your feet.
it was then that noaya noticed his cousin toji standing there by the doorway, a glass in his hand with the biggest smirk on his face.
your husband pulls out crassly leaving you to steady yourself with only the wooden countertop, body shaking as you came down from your high.
"want in, 'ji?" you hear your husband say. you could practically see him grinning with that sickly smirk of his.
this was going to be a thick and long cooking session.
husband!noaya cares for no one, except his own sick pleasure.
snaking his arms around your waist as you cook barely has you look up from the pot you were stirring, his nature now well known to you. quickly moving your hair to the side, his teeth sink into the back of your neck, making you wince. "fucking bastard," you mutter under your breath.
but he doesn't hear it or if he does, he pretends he doesn't as he forces his fingers inside the cavity of your mouth, fingertips exploring every inch of your mouth as you gag around him.
"this mouth is only good for sucking dicks isn't it, wife?" he snarls. there isn't an ounce of love or gentleness in his words and you hate the way your pussy throbs.
pulling your hips flush against his hakama, groaning as he feels his cock rubbing against your clothed ass. "so fucking filthy."
he does not care that he was essentially humping you in the kitchen of the zenin estate where hundreds of servants file in and out every second. nor does he care about any disciples potentially seeing you two in such a precarious situation.
if anything, it gets him all hot and bothered.
hastily pulling up your kimono, he all but tears the cotton panties, his fingers running along your embarrassingly wet cunt. he smirks, dipping a finger at your weeping hole.
"you like this, don't you? letting your dear husband use you whenever," he remarks, shoving his finger inside you pussy making you gasp. "I've trained you to be a good wife, haven't I, Y/n?"
and you nod quickly knowing better than to anger his short-fused temper. and the proud grin your husband adorns makes you sick to your stomach. "there you go. that's a good little slut."
pulling out your tits in a similarly haphazard manner, he bends you over the countertop, one hand groping your breast while the other works his hardening length in his hand to the view of your sopping pussy, all for him.
he doesn't give you a warning as he shoves his length inside your pussy, fingers twisting your nipples roughly. you let out a sound between a groan and a moan, vision blurring from the force he moved inside you like a starving beast.
groaning, he pulls you up, snaking his hands around your front, his palm lying flat against your tummy as you feel his cock hit it from the inside, creating a prominent bulge.
lying your head back on his shoulder, he wastes no time in grasping the opportunity as he wraps his palm around your throat, pressing down hard enough to make you see stars.
gasping for air, you claw at his hand to no avail, body moving with each thrust as your husband used you like a fleshilight for his own pleasure without a regard for yours.
you can feel his high approaching by the ragged breaths that leave his lips, hand tightening around your throat where bruises were already forming. before you could warn him, clear stream of liquid spritz out of your pussy, drenching the countertop as you came, convulsing in his vice -like grip.
smirking, noaya follows next, spilling thick white ropes of cum into your pussy as they overflow, dripping down your legs, mixing with your fluids in a messy puddle beneath your feet.
it was then that noaya noticed his cousin toji standing there by the doorway, a glass in his hand with the biggest smirk on his face.
your husband pulls out crassly leaving you to steady yourself with only the wooden countertop, body shaking as you came down from your high.
"want in, 'ji?" you hear your husband say. you could practically see him grinning with that sickly smirk of his.
this was going to be a thick and long cooking session.
husband!noaya cares for no one, except his own sick pleasure.
snaking his arms around your waist as you cook barely has you look up from the pot you were stirring, his nature now well known to you. quickly moving your hair to the side, his teeth sink into the back of your neck, making you wince. "fucking bastard," you mutter under your breath.
but he doesn't hear it or if he does, he pretends he doesn't as he forces his fingers inside the cavity of your mouth, fingertips exploring every inch of your mouth as you gag around him.
"this mouth is only good for sucking dicks isn't it, wife?" he snarls. there isn't an ounce of love or gentleness in his words and you hate the way your pussy throbs.
pulling your hips flush against his hakama, groaning as he feels his cock rubbing against your clothed ass. "so fucking filthy."
he does not care that he was essentially humping you in the kitchen of the zenin estate where hundreds of servants file in and out every second. nor does he care about any disciples potentially seeing you two in such a precarious situation.
if anything, it gets him all hot and bothered.
hastily pulling up your kimono, he all but tears the cotton panties, his fingers running along your embarrassingly wet cunt. he smirks, dipping a finger at your weeping hole.
"you like this, don't you? letting your dear husband use you whenever," he remarks, shoving his finger inside you pussy making you gasp. "I've trained you to be a good wife, haven't I, Y/n?"
and you nod quickly knowing better than to anger his short-fused temper. and the proud grin your husband adorns makes you sick to your stomach. "there you go. that's a good little slut."
pulling out your tits in a similarly haphazard manner, he bends you over the countertop, one hand groping your breast while the other works his hardening length in his hand to the view of your sopping pussy, all for him.
he doesn't give you a warning as he shoves his length inside your pussy, fingers twisting your nipples roughly. you let out a sound between a groan and a moan, vision blurring from the force he moved inside you like a starving beast.
groaning, he pulls you up, snaking his hands around your front, his palm lying flat against your tummy as you feel his cock hit it from the inside, creating a prominent bulge.
lying your head back on his shoulder, he wastes no time in grasping the opportunity as he wraps his palm around your throat, pressing down hard enough to make you see stars.
gasping for air, you claw at his hand to no avail, body moving with each thrust as your husband used you like a fleshilight for his own pleasure without a regard for yours.
you can feel his high approaching by the ragged breaths that leave his lips, hand tightening around your throat where bruises were already forming. before you could warn him, clear stream of liquid spritz out of your pussy, drenching the countertop as you came, convulsing in his vice -like grip.
smirking, noaya follows next, spilling thick white ropes of cum into your pussy as they overflow, dripping down your legs, mixing with your fluids in a messy puddle beneath your feet.
it was then that noaya noticed his cousin toji standing there by the doorway, a glass in his hand with the biggest smirk on his face.
your husband pulls out crassly leaving you to steady yourself with only the wooden countertop, body shaking as you came down from your high.
"want in, 'ji?" you hear your husband say. you could practically see him grinning with that sickly smirk of his.
this was going to be a thick and long cooking session.
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โits okay baby,โ yuta whispers as he pats your head softly. โI'm right here, you're safe.โ
breathing in his familiar scent, a sense of comfort washes over you, your arms tightly wrapped around your boyfriend.ย
as thunder roared somewhere outside the glass windows, your body instinctively moved closer to him, eyes shut tight.ย
yuta knew of your fear of thunder so whenever he was out for missions and there was the smallest sign of rain clouds forming overhead, he would rush back home, holding you close until you slept.ย
he has done this more times than you can count.
โI'm so childish aren't I, yuu?โ your voice comes out muffled with his shirt, fingers clutching onto him.
his brows furrowed. โwhere'd you get that idea from, love?โย
โwellโฆโ you start, a pout forming on your lips. โonly kids are scared of thunderstorms, not adult women with jobs.โย
yuta looks down at you with a frown, his fingers ever so gentle on your skin. โwell, I don't care what other people think. when I said I love you, I love all of you and that includes your fears, too.โย
your heart races from something warm, warmer than the heat radiating off your body. it feels soft; home.ย
โI love you, yuta,โ you say softly.ย
โand I love you too, darling. no matter if you are scared of thunderstorms or not.โย
he has done this many times before and will do it many more times. Until death pulls him away from you.ย
even then, maybe he'll fight with god to be returned to you. with yuta okkotsu you truly never knew.ย
but what you did know was he's a man of his words.ย
โits okay baby,โ yuta whispers as he pats your head softly. โI'm right here, you're safe.โ
breathing in his familiar scent, a sense of comfort washes over you, your arms tightly wrapped around your boyfriend.ย
as thunder roared somewhere outside the glass windows, your body instinctively moved closer to him, eyes shut tight.ย
yuta knew of your fear of thunder so whenever he was out for missions and there was the smallest sign of rain clouds forming overhead, he would rush back home, holding you close until you slept.ย
he has done this more times than you can count.
โI'm so childish aren't I, yuu?โ your voice comes out muffled with his shirt, fingers clutching onto him.
his brows furrowed. โwhere'd you get that idea from, love?โย
โwellโฆโ you start, a pout forming on your lips. โonly kids are scared of thunderstorms, not adult women with jobs.โย
yuta looks down at you with a frown, his fingers ever so gentle on your skin. โwell, I don't care what other people think. when I said I love you, I love all of you and that includes your fears, too.โย
your heart races from something warm, warmer than the heat radiating off your body. it feels soft; home.ย
โI love you, yuta,โ you say softly.ย
โand I love you too, darling. no matter if you are scared of thunderstorms or not.โย
he has done this many times before and will do it many more times. Until death pulls him away from you.ย
even then, maybe he'll fight with god to be returned to you. with yuta okkotsu you truly never knew.ย
but what you did know was he's a man of his words.ย
โits okay baby,โ yuta whispers as he pats your head softly. โI'm right here, you're safe.โ
breathing in his familiar scent, a sense of comfort washes over you, your arms tightly wrapped around your boyfriend.ย
as thunder roared somewhere outside the glass windows, your body instinctively moved closer to him, eyes shut tight.ย
yuta knew of your fear of thunder so whenever he was out for missions and there was the smallest sign of rain clouds forming overhead, he would rush back home, holding you close until you slept.ย
he has done this more times than you can count.
โI'm so childish aren't I, yuu?โ your voice comes out muffled with his shirt, fingers clutching onto him.
his brows furrowed. โwhere'd you get that idea from, love?โย
โwellโฆโ you start, a pout forming on your lips. โonly kids are scared of thunderstorms, not adult women with jobs.โย
yuta looks down at you with a frown, his fingers ever so gentle on your skin. โwell, I don't care what other people think. when I said I love you, I love all of you and that includes your fears, too.โย
your heart races from something warm, warmer than the heat radiating off your body. it feels soft; home.ย
โI love you, yuta,โ you say softly.ย
โand I love you too, darling. no matter if you are scared of thunderstorms or not.โย
he has done this many times before and will do it many more times. Until death pulls him away from you.ย
even then, maybe he'll fight with god to be returned to you. with yuta okkotsu you truly never knew.ย
but what you did know was he's a man of his words.ย
"What are you doing, my love?" Yuta asked, a smile on his lips as he leaned against the doorway.
You looked up, the nail paint tilting in your hand. "Hm? We're painting our nails of course," you pouted as if that was not apparent enough with Rika's bony finger in your lap, two of her nails painted pink.
Yuta chuckled, walking towards you with an amused smile. "You know she is a curse, right?" He raised a brow.
You gasped, quickly covering the Rika,s side of her face where ears should technically be. "Don't say that, yuu! You'll make her sad!"
Yuta raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry baby but she is a curse!"
You hit his chest softly. "All men are trash aren't they, Rika?" You rolled your eyes to your boyfriend before asking Rika who let out a gravely mumble of agreement.
"Sorry, darling, Rika," he offered softly. "You better be!" You retorted.
Yuta smiled, watching with heart eyes as he watched his girls bond. After a beat of silence he spoke again. "Can I please join you two in this fun party?"
Your eyes lit up with a huge grin. "You'd let me paint your nails?"
"Nothing I won't do to make you smile, pretty," he smiled with a kiss to your temple.
"What are you doing, my love?" Yuta asked, a smile on his lips as he leaned against the doorway.
You looked up, the nail paint tilting in your hand. "Hm? We're painting our nails of course," you pouted as if that was not apparent enough with Rika's bony finger in your lap, two of her nails painted pink.
Yuta chuckled, walking towards you with an amused smile. "You know she is a curse, right?" He raised a brow.
You gasped, quickly covering the Rika,s side of her face where ears should technically be. "Don't say that, yuu! You'll make her sad!"
Yuta raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry baby but she is a curse!"
You hit his chest softly. "All men are trash aren't they, Rika?" You rolled your eyes to your boyfriend before asking Rika who let out a gravely mumble of agreement.
"Sorry, darling, Rika," he offered softly. "You better be!" You retorted.
Yuta smiled, watching with heart eyes as he watched his girls bond. After a beat of silence he spoke again. "Can I please join you two in this fun party?"
Your eyes lit up with a huge grin. "You'd let me paint your nails?"
"Nothing I won't do to make you smile, pretty," he smiled with a kiss to your temple.
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"What are you doing, my love?" Yuta asked, a smile on his lips as he leaned against the doorway.
You looked up, the nail paint tilting in your hand. "Hm? We're painting our nails of course," you pouted as if that was not apparent enough with Rika's bony finger in your lap, two of her nails painted pink.
Yuta chuckled, walking towards you with an amused smile. "You know she is a curse, right?" He raised a brow.
You gasped, quickly covering the Rika,s side of her face where ears should technically be. "Don't say that, yuu! You'll make her sad!"
Yuta raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry baby but she is a curse!"
You hit his chest softly. "All men are trash aren't they, Rika?" You rolled your eyes to your boyfriend before asking Rika who let out a gravely mumble of agreement.
"Sorry, darling, Rika," he offered softly. "You better be!" You retorted.
Yuta smiled, watching with heart eyes as he watched his girls bond. After a beat of silence he spoke again. "Can I please join you two in this fun party?"
Your eyes lit up with a huge grin. "You'd let me paint your nails?"
"Nothing I won't do to make you smile, pretty," he smiled with a kiss to your temple.
"What are you doing, my love?" Yuta asked, a smile on his lips as he leaned against the doorway.
You looked up, the nail paint tilting in your hand. "Hm? We're painting our nails of course," you pouted as if that was not apparent enough with Rika's bony finger in your lap, two of her nails painted pink.
Yuta chuckled, walking towards you with an amused smile. "You know she is a curse, right?" He raised a brow.
You gasped, quickly covering the Rika,s side of her face where ears should technically be. "Don't say that, yuu! You'll make her sad!"
Yuta raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry baby but she is a curse!"
You hit his chest softly. "All men are trash aren't they, Rika?" You rolled your eyes to your boyfriend before asking Rika who let out a gravely mumble of agreement.
"Sorry, darling, Rika," he offered softly. "You better be!" You retorted.
Yuta smiled, watching with heart eyes as he watched his girls bond. After a beat of silence he spoke again. "Can I please join you two in this fun party?"
Your eyes lit up with a huge grin. "You'd let me paint your nails?"
"Nothing I won't do to make you smile, pretty," he smiled with a kiss to your temple.
Tengen takes pleasure in the way you writhe under him, struggling to take his thick fingers in your cunt.
"Unghhโ" you moan, your body arching off his body. Tengen forces your legs apart with his thicker ones, splaying you open.
He tuts, shaking his head in disappointment. "Come on, darling. I know you can do better than that!"
And you try. Try your best to welcome his thick digits inside you. Your pussy gushes around his hand, his fingers curling inside you. "s' too much, 'Teng," you gasp, nails digging into his forearm. But you're too weak to push him away. And the man revels in that.
Pushing a third finger to your already stretched hole, he bites on the skin of your neck hard enough to leave a bruise, kissing and licking the spot as he plunges his fingers in and out of you with skilled precision.
"If you can't take my fingers, how can my dick fit in this tight little cunt, dolly?"
"What are you doing, my love?" Yuta asked, a smile on his lips as he leaned against the doorway.
You looked up, the nail paint tilting in your hand. "Hm? We're painting our nails of course," you pouted as if that was not apparent enough with Rika's bony finger in your lap, two of her nails painted pink.
Yuta chuckled, walking towards you with an amused smile. "You know she is a curse, right?" He raised a brow.
You gasped, quickly covering the Rika,s side of her face where ears should technically be. "Don't say that, yuu! You'll make her sad!"
Yuta raised his hands in surrender. "Sorry baby but she is a curse!"
You hit his chest softly. "All men are trash aren't they, Rika?" You rolled your eyes to your boyfriend before asking Rika who let out a gravely mumble of agreement.
"Sorry, darling, Rika," he offered softly. "You better be!" You retorted.
Yuta smiled, watching with heart eyes as he watched his girls bond. After a beat of silence he spoke again. "Can I please join you two in this fun party?"
Your eyes lit up with a huge grin. "You'd let me paint your nails?"
"Nothing I won't do to make you smile, pretty," he smiled with a kiss to your temple.
Treading your fingers through his raven hair, a smile played on your lips. "Your hair is so soft, 'cho," you note, your lover leaning in to your touch. "Thanks baby," he smiled, switching off his phone, a contented sigh leaving his lips as your finger grazed his scalp.
Throwing your phone to the side, you sighed, bored. On the floor beside the couch sat your boyfriend Choso, immersed in a tiktok he was watching, his hair messy.
"Can I braid your hair, baby?" You asked, twirling a strand of his hair.
Choso nodded quickly. "Anything yoh want, doll."
With a grin, you sat cross legged on the couch, your focus entirely on your boyfriend now. Combing his hair with your fingers, you took a small section of his hair, playing with it before you got up, rushing back in with all your hair accessories and some makeup.
"Makeover time," you grinned at your boyfriend who just shook his head in amusement. "Go ahead, love."
Climbing into his lap, you began to comb his hair back while his large palms held you steady. Focused, you carved a star on the side of his hair with a pointed brush, tying the base with black elastic.
Choso eyes observed you intently, a small smile ever present on his lips. Your face flushed as you felt his gaze on you. "I can't work if you keep looking at me like that, cho," you muttered quietly.
"Can't help it, pretty," laughed your boyfriend. "You're just too cute when you're focused."
"Cheesy," you say, rolling your eyes playfully.
Focusing back on the task at hand, you clip his hair back for the time being, staring with his makeup. Applying some moisturizer, you skipped the foundation, going straight for the eyes. "Keep them closed or I might poke your eyes," you warn and he listens obediently, letting you do your work, his eyed closed but his hand still on your side.
Blending some nude base on his eyes lids, you lined his eyes with some black khol, bleeding it carefully with your fingers. Working up some black eyeshadow on a brush, you lined his upper and lower lash line, blending it out to make it look seamless.
"I think you'll be okay without mascara," you noted, leaning back to admire your work. "Your lashes are naturally long."
"You think so baby?" He smiled. "Yeah! And I think it's unfair," you say crossing your arms over your chest. "Not my fault," your boyfriend said quickly making you giggle.
"Some blush... and lining your lips," you said quietly, applying some lipstick and gloss on his lips. "And makeup all done!"
"Can i see?"
"Not yet, baby. Let me finish with yoru hair then you can."
Climbing off his lap, which ended in your boyfriend pouting his glossed lip, you made his usual bun, fixing it with some gel.
"Done!" You exclaimed, taking a picture before handing the phone to Choso.
He started at the picture for a while, his mouth hung open. "I look really good...?" His words came out more like a question than a statement.
"Mhm! You always do, baby!" You said cheerily "But makeup makes you look extra fabulous."
Choso pulled you down into his lap, kissing you deeply before you pushed him off of you. "Cho! Your makeup!" You exclaimed, his lip combo now rubbed off on your lips too.
"Oops, sorry baby," he said sheepisly. "As an apology, how about we match our makeup and go into for a nice date downtown?"
Your eyes lit up at the suggestion, bouncing in his lap with joy. "You're willing to go out in public with makeup on?"
Choso's brows knitted in confusion. "Why wouldn't I baby?"
"I don't know," you shrugged. "Most men wouldn't do that."
"Well, unlike most men, I do love my girlfriend very much and I'd like to show off her magnificent makeup skills to everyone." He said as if confounded how men don't seem to do that.
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Treading your fingers through his raven hair, a smile played on your lips. "Your hair is so soft, 'cho," you note, your lover leaning in to your touch. "Thanks baby," he smiled, switching off his phone, a contented sigh leaving his lips as your finger grazed his scalp.
Throwing your phone to the side, you sighed, bored. On the floor beside the couch sat your boyfriend Choso, immersed in a tiktok he was watching, his hair messy.
"Can I braid your hair, baby?" You asked, twirling a strand of his hair.
Choso nodded quickly. "Anything yoh want, doll."
With a grin, you sat cross legged on the couch, your focus entirely on your boyfriend now. Combing his hair with your fingers, you took a small section of his hair, playing with it before you got up, rushing back in with all your hair accessories and some makeup.
"Makeover time," you grinned at your boyfriend who just shook his head in amusement. "Go ahead, love."
Climbing into his lap, you began to comb his hair back while his large palms held you steady. Focused, you carved a star on the side of his hair with a pointed brush, tying the base with black elastic.
Choso eyes observed you intently, a small smile ever present on his lips. Your face flushed as you felt his gaze on you. "I can't work if you keep looking at me like that, cho," you muttered quietly.
"Can't help it, pretty," laughed your boyfriend. "You're just too cute when you're focused."
"Cheesy," you say, rolling your eyes playfully.
Focusing back on the task at hand, you clip his hair back for the time being, staring with his makeup. Applying some moisturizer, you skipped the foundation, going straight for the eyes. "Keep them closed or I might poke your eyes," you warn and he listens obediently, letting you do your work, his eyed closed but his hand still on your side.
Blending some nude base on his eyes lids, you lined his eyes with some black khol, bleeding it carefully with your fingers. Working up some black eyeshadow on a brush, you lined his upper and lower lash line, blending it out to make it look seamless.
"I think you'll be okay without mascara," you noted, leaning back to admire your work. "Your lashes are naturally long."
"You think so baby?" He smiled. "Yeah! And I think it's unfair," you say crossing your arms over your chest. "Not my fault," your boyfriend said quickly making you giggle.
"Some blush... and lining your lips," you said quietly, applying some lipstick and gloss on his lips. "And makeup all done!"
"Can i see?"
"Not yet, baby. Let me finish with yoru hair then you can."
Climbing off his lap, which ended in your boyfriend pouting his glossed lip, you made his usual bun, fixing it with some gel.
"Done!" You exclaimed, taking a picture before handing the phone to Choso.
He started at the picture for a while, his mouth hung open. "I look really good...?" His words came out more like a question than a statement.
"Mhm! You always do, baby!" You said cheerily "But makeup makes you look extra fabulous."
Choso pulled you down into his lap, kissing you deeply before you pushed him off of you. "Cho! Your makeup!" You exclaimed, his lip combo now rubbed off on your lips too.
"Oops, sorry baby," he said sheepisly. "As an apology, how about we match our makeup and go into for a nice date downtown?"
Your eyes lit up at the suggestion, bouncing in his lap with joy. "You're willing to go out in public with makeup on?"
Choso's brows knitted in confusion. "Why wouldn't I baby?"
"I don't know," you shrugged. "Most men wouldn't do that."
"Well, unlike most men, I do love my girlfriend very much and I'd like to show off her magnificent makeup skills to everyone." He said as if confounded how men don't seem to do that.
Treading your fingers through his raven hair, a smile played on your lips. "Your hair is so soft, 'cho," you note, your lover leaning in to your touch. "Thanks baby," he smiled, switching off his phone, a contented sigh leaving his lips as your finger grazed his scalp.
Throwing your phone to the side, you sighed, bored. On the floor beside the couch sat your boyfriend Choso, immersed in a tiktok he was watching, his hair messy.
"Can I braid your hair, baby?" You asked, twirling a strand of his hair.
Choso nodded quickly. "Anything yoh want, doll."
With a grin, you sat cross legged on the couch, your focus entirely on your boyfriend now. Combing his hair with your fingers, you took a small section of his hair, playing with it before you got up, rushing back in with all your hair accessories and some makeup.
"Makeover time," you grinned at your boyfriend who just shook his head in amusement. "Go ahead, love."
Climbing into his lap, you began to comb his hair back while his large palms held you steady. Focused, you carved a star on the side of his hair with a pointed brush, tying the base with black elastic.
Choso eyes observed you intently, a small smile ever present on his lips. Your face flushed as you felt his gaze on you. "I can't work if you keep looking at me like that, cho," you muttered quietly.
"Can't help it, pretty," laughed your boyfriend. "You're just too cute when you're focused."
"Cheesy," you say, rolling your eyes playfully.
Focusing back on the task at hand, you clip his hair back for the time being, staring with his makeup. Applying some moisturizer, you skipped the foundation, going straight for the eyes. "Keep them closed or I might poke your eyes," you warn and he listens obediently, letting you do your work, his eyed closed but his hand still on your side.
Blending some nude base on his eyes lids, you lined his eyes with some black khol, bleeding it carefully with your fingers. Working up some black eyeshadow on a brush, you lined his upper and lower lash line, blending it out to make it look seamless.
"I think you'll be okay without mascara," you noted, leaning back to admire your work. "Your lashes are naturally long."
"You think so baby?" He smiled. "Yeah! And I think it's unfair," you say crossing your arms over your chest. "Not my fault," your boyfriend said quickly making you giggle.
"Some blush... and lining your lips," you said quietly, applying some lipstick and gloss on his lips. "And makeup all done!"
"Can i see?"
"Not yet, baby. Let me finish with yoru hair then you can."
Climbing off his lap, which ended in your boyfriend pouting his glossed lip, you made his usual bun, fixing it with some gel.
"Done!" You exclaimed, taking a picture before handing the phone to Choso.
He started at the picture for a while, his mouth hung open. "I look really good...?" His words came out more like a question than a statement.
"Mhm! You always do, baby!" You said cheerily "But makeup makes you look extra fabulous."
Choso pulled you down into his lap, kissing you deeply before you pushed him off of you. "Cho! Your makeup!" You exclaimed, his lip combo now rubbed off on your lips too.
"Oops, sorry baby," he said sheepisly. "As an apology, how about we match our makeup and go into for a nice date downtown?"
Your eyes lit up at the suggestion, bouncing in his lap with joy. "You're willing to go out in public with makeup on?"
Choso's brows knitted in confusion. "Why wouldn't I baby?"
"I don't know," you shrugged. "Most men wouldn't do that."
"Well, unlike most men, I do love my girlfriend very much and I'd like to show off her magnificent makeup skills to everyone." He said as if confounded how men don't seem to do that.
