Matching Tattoo For Boyfriend And Girlfriend Novels & Stories

Touch her and love her like any lovers do. Our first time was definitely not our best time. It pains me to see her bleed and hurt when I first make love to her but along the way, we learn about each other bodies. What ways we can pleasure each other and find comfort in a way only a mate couple can. I tattooed every detail of her body in my heart. Her moles right above her breast, her birthmark on her left inner thighs, her luscious curves, soft cries, blushing skin and the way her eyes would stare at me all glassy and dilated made my blood burns for her every single time.

Both of them looked at me like I was insane. "First, he can tattoo? Second, you let him put his family crest on you? Damn girl." Becky laughed. I rolled my eyes. "Obviously. And well, it seemed fair. He let me tattoo him. The same spot, but his is a lotus flower sitting on a crescent moon with the five moon phases under it." I shrugged. "Wow. So you two are next level in this relationship. It's that serious." Becky whistled.

With a dazed look, Rose touched her shoulder blade unconsciously. Getting tattoos was a trend back then. On the weekend after they got together, they went to a small shop in a corner inadvertently. They got matching butterfly tattoos in that place. His was on his chest and while she was on her shoulder blade! He said that she was the butterfly. He wanted to keep her close to his heart forever and be with her through life and death. As for her, he did not like her to be coveted by others because she was a woman. Hence, she allowed her to tattoo it on her shoulder blade instead. He also said that when he held her, the two butterflies would stay close to each other, forming a pair, which symbol

She left, only to return a moment later with my lovers on her heels. “What do you think, guys?” I gave them a full view of my new tattoo. They surrounded me, touching and murmuring compliments over the design. The attention from all three of them at once brought on a different kind of shiver. Immediately, our mate bonds lit up with passion. I brought my lips to Kaelen’s as I reached out for Lysander and Xavier. The warmth of their bodies penetrated my skin, and I moaned. “I’ll, uh, just leave you all to it.”

The sensation of her around me, combined with the sting of the tattoo, sends an overwhelming rush of pleasure through me. With each careful stroke of the needle, she traces a new design onto my chest. The symbol, unique and powerful, reflects the merging of our lives. Her concentration is intense, but I can see the love in her eyes, feel it in the way her body moves against mine. This mark isn’t just for the world to see; it’s a testament to us—our bond, our passion, our forever.

I can’t stop the dopey grin that takes over my features. “I love spending time with you.” I force down the shudder that runs through my body at the love thing. “So have you thought about it?” “You seem to have something in mind, let’s hear it.” “Let us get matching tattoos.” Confusion clouds his features, with a tiny pout, I can’t help but stare. “Tattoo? And matching ones?” I nod. “We both have those scars. Let’s decorate them. We have the final say on how they turn out.”

I narrowed my eyes at her, “Alright. I’ll get Madeleine tattooed on my dick.” She choked on a laugh, “Adriano—what?!” “Yeah, and only when it’s hard will your full name show up. Otherwise, it’s just… ‘Mad.’” “Oh my God,” she slapped my chest, “That is not romantic.” “What? It’s personal. Intimate. Romantic.” “You’re so bad at this.” I grinned. “If I do that, you’re getting an A tattooed on your clit.” “Absolutely not!” she shrieked, laughing so hard her eyes watered.

He was making sure that even when he was not around, Audon would never be able to get a hold of me, not now, not ever. Unbreakable promises and love were the ultimate way to mark your mate. Nothing could come between two mates who bear the mark; nothing could break them apart. And just like that, my fingers glowed pink. Following his lead, I raced my patterns on his skin with that special magic that can only happen between fated mates. As soon as my fingers finished marking him, we both held each other and rocked our bodies together; we found a release. All the tension and love came crashing over us like a tidal wave... "I love you," I said, and he pecked my lips.

"She does the designs, I handle the tattooing." The blonde huffs and approaches me. She shows me a photo of a guy I immediately recognize. It's Harry Styles. "I want to get a tattoo of my boyfriend's picture." She looks me in the eyes, daring me to contradict what she just said. Which, of course, I do. I smile defiantly. "Are you aware that he's a singer?" "Of course I know that my boyfriend is a singer. Are you jealous or something?" Oh God, besides her breasts, she also has neurons made of silicone.

“Hmm, I don't even have to think too hard about this. I want my mouth on it every time we're intimate, so maybe right over your nipples.” I blinked. He was serious. “That artist better be a woman when we get there. Imagine I'm sucking hard on them and relieving this tattoo experience every time, especially when you tease me with your beautiful moans. Would be hot as fuck.” At this point I was considering a quickie before we walked in there. My boyfriend sounded super horny. It's been over a year, and I still made him this horny, this hopeless as though I've starved him since I met him. It was beautiful to experience true love.