#eunbi x afab reader

[eunbitchh]

studio lethality

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part 2 of 2, find part 1 here

pairing: piercer/tattoo artist eunbi x fem!reader

word count: 4.8k

warnings: mentions/usage of needles (only mentioned as tattoo gun), mention/usage of a razor (shaving), suggestive, SMUT; thigh riding, oral, fingering, nipple play, reader gets off to pain, degradation (slut/whore etc), reader has a hand kink, marking, dumbification.. lmk if there’s any more!

18+, MDNI

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it had been a handful of weeks since you had gotten your tongue pierced, you went back to get your jewelry changed not too long ago. unfortunately eunbi wasn’t there that day so you didn’t get to see her.

this time it was certain you would, because you had scheduled an appointment with her to get a tattoo on your chest, or more specifically your sternum you were getting a spider lily tattoo, both for their beauty and for the meaning they held.

Eunbi’s art flourished doing intricate work, her social media’s did an amazing job at showcasing that.

that’s how you knew she was the perfect candidate to do this piece for you, that and well.. it was her. you couldn’t exactly pass up on the opportunity to have her etch a piece of art on your skin.

this appointment was far more nerve-wracking than the last, the proposition she had made to you hadn’t left your head from the moment she spoke it.

In fact, it was pretty much all you could think about. the thought of her having her way with you, using your tongue for her pleasure sent your nerves running wild throughout the whole process of healing you underwent for your piercing. remembering the way her eyes scanned your form, lingering a little too long on the swell of your breast, your lips, your tongue…

you snapped yourself out of your spiralling lustful thoughts, splashing cold water onto your face in hopes of grounding yourself before leaving your cozy apartment to ride the cab you had called to Lethality. you couldn’t keep yourself still the whole ride, fidgeting around with the rings on your fingers in hopes it would helps ease your nerves. once arriving at the studio your nerves increased tenfold. see, the thing about getting your sternum tattooed meant that you had to go fully topless.. even a bra could interfere with the tattoos appearance, which did no help to calm you down.

you had considered wearing nipple pasties to your appointment to help you feel more comfortable but opted out of it in fear of it effecting the jewelry you adorned there, despite knowing that wouldn’t be the case as they had been fully healed for 5 years.

opening the door to the studio you were greeted by the same woman as the past 2 visits, you had learned her name was Chaeyeon.

“welcome back y/n, she’s just finishing up with her client but she’ll see you shortly.” of course she already knew why you were here. she ID’ed you and had you fill ou the paperwork just like the last time, and you sat back in the familiar plush chair of the waiting room. you admired the various art pieces across the walls of the studio, showcasing the different art styles of the people who worked here at Lethality. your eyes catching on the pieces that you knew belonged to Eunbi. how could 1 person have so many talents to put out into the world? you wondered.

10 minutes later a woman left Eunbi’s room, a fresh tattoo adorning her ankle up to her knee; an illustration of a boa constrictor wrapping around that region. it was breath-taking. you wondered how long it had taken, it certainly wasn’t all done in 1 sitting considering the highly detailed realistic style it was done in. you knew Eunbi would have to clean up her space before she brought you into her room, it would take at least another 5 minutes. it was finally hitting you that this was about to happen. she was going to be permanently etching her art onto you, she was going to mark you. something about that thought brought you back into the lustful headspace you were in back at your apartment.

you were snapped out of your daze when you heard her smooth voice call your name from in her doorway. you lifted your head to look at her. god. you thought. how could she possibly be more attractive than last time. you thought. she beckoned you over with a quick gesture of her fingers, in which you rose to your feet and quickly made your way into her room. you could feel her eyes burning into your back when you took position onto the seat and waited for her shut the door and begin her work. she did so after a second, the door clicking shut.

“well its great to see you again y/n” she spoke cheerfully. you smiled sheepishly responding in agreement. she sat on her chair and wheeled closer to your spot. “so, what is it that i’ll be putting on your skin today?” she asked, excitement clearly evident from her bright facial expression.
“i was thinking spider lily’s, on my sternum.” you answered showing her a couple inspiration pictures you had. she nodded in approval. “those flowers are beautiful, they’ll suit you perfectly”. you flushed at her comment, rubbing the back of your neck in embarassment.

“thanks, I’m looking forward to it. i really enjoy your art style so i figured you would be the perfect person to do it.” a grin broke out on her face at your compliment.

“thanks! okay, just give me a couple minutes and i can make a quick sketch of it and let me know what you think. if you like it i can get to work right away.” she was bubbling with that same excitement as before, different to when she was cool and collected when piercing you. maybe the idea of permanently marking you as hers also did something to her the same it did to you. her hand moved in quick, fluid motions, you could now really understand how her tattoos translate so well onto skin after watching her so effortlessly make the perfect design in such little time. you felt yourself getting distracted again with the way she held the pencil, her dainty fingers wrapped so elegantly around it you couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel inside of you. you shook your head, as if to shake the thought from your mind before turning back to gaze at her. her motions stopped for a moment as she looked up at you through her lashes, a small smirk written on her lips. shit. she saw that.

she said nothing of it and resumed her work for another moment before turning around the page for you to see.

a quiet gasp escaped your lips, it was everything you had hoped for. she perfectly captured the vision you had, as if she climbed into your head for a moment and took a snapshot of what was there. her voice broke you out of your internal dialogue. “I’m hoping that’s a good gasp and not a bad one” she joked

you looked at her like she was insane “are you kidding? its perfect! i love it!” you exclaimed, causing another one of her bright smiles to grace her face.

“awesome!! i’ll just prepare everything i need to get this onto you, give me a couple minutes to gather the supplies and we can get started. in the meantime, please remove your shirt and you can place it over here while you wait.” she gestured to a spot across the room. you followed her instructions, removing your shirt and folding it neatly before placing it down and going back to your previous seat while you waited for her to finish prepping.

the cool air of her room caused your nipples to grow erect. natural, yet still embarrassing in the moment. she made her way back over to you, latex clad hands and the sterile supplies coated her work table just beside you and her seat. her gaze dropped to your chest for a moment, drinking in the sight before her biting her lip slightly. she cleared her throat and reached for the razor beside her. “i just need to shave the area before we begin, i need a completely smooth surface.” she spoke gently. you nodded your head and with that the razor came into contact with your skin, making quick work of removing any stray hairs from the region. you couldn’t focus on that at all however, you could only focus on the sensation of her arm occasionally coming into contact with your boobs. although unintentional, it still set your skin ablaze.

when she was finally done with the tattoo prep she placed the tattoo stencil onto your skin, giving a satisfied nod upon seeing the traces it left on your skin.

“alright I’m going to begin now, let me know if you need anything, a break, water, to use the washroom..” you nodded in acknowledgement.

“will do”. with that she grabbed the tattoo gun into her dominant hand and got to work.

“have you ever gotten a tattoo before?” she asked curiously.

“i haven’t, you’ll be the 1st.” you answered. she grinned proudly at that.

“so I’m taking your tattoo virginity?”

your face flushed at her comment. “yeah..” you responded shyly. there it was again, her making you shy. it was so weird how you were so comfortable in your own skin and yet all it took to get you acting like this was a couple looks and suggestive comments. you hated it.

you couldn’t maintain a single train of thought while she was working away at your skin, distracted by her furrowed brows, her biting the inside of her cheek, the occasional glances up at you to make sure you were still okay. that and the pain from the tattoo gun was electrifying. is it normal to have this sort of reaction? shouldn’t you be wincing in pain? you asked yourself internally, feeling your skin growing hot and the arousal beginning to pool in your panties. could she tell the effect she was having on you?

you risked glancing down at her, only to meet her eyes. shit. you thought. she totally knows.

“do you need to take a break?” she asked.

“n-no” you struggle out, voice breaking and doing nothing to give any illusion of composure you hoped you had.

“alright well, we’re halfway to being done so just sit tight.”

you almost wanted to laugh in that moment, but held back nonetheless. you chose to nod instead of embarrassing yourself any further with your own words.

she resumed her work and that same delicious pain spread through your body again, you couldn’t help but clench your legs at the sensation. you might as well have been fighting for your life with how hard you were preventing any moans from slipping out.

you prayed to any force in the universe that her work would come to an end, completely certain you had ruined your panties beyond saving. they had to be soaking wet at this point. somehow your prayers were answered when the sensation came to an end and you felt something wet hit your chest. you looked down to see what it was, seeing it was a solution from the spray bottle that had been on the table beside her the entire time. you must’ve been too caught up in the moment of the sensation coming from the tattoo gun in her dainty hand to notice it being used any prior time. she wiped up the solution with a paper towel, humming in approval upon seeing her finished work.

she reached for the handheld mirror beside her, rising from her seat and joining you on your chair, before turning it to face you awaiting your reaction.

you gasped quietly, smiling widely when you saw it. it was exactly what you wanted.

“i love it! thank you!” you spoke excitedly to her.

she clapped her hands twice at your response, clearly happy with your praise. “I’m so glad to hear! this piece if so beautiful, much like the new owner adorning it.” she shamelessly flirted with you. “you were the perfect client too, you barely needed any breaks.. plus, your reactions were quite interesting.” she teased.

you face flushed in embarrassment, turning away from her heavy gaze.

“don’t get shy on me now, not after you put on that show for me.” she said grabbing your chin, forcing you to look at her again.

you held back a moan when you met her gaze, her pupils were completely blown out with lust.

she stared at you silently for a second, clearly having some sort of inner turmoil. she hesitated before speaking up again.

“would it be okay if i kissed you?” she asked you, voice barely above a whisper.

“please..” you whined pathetically in response.

you held back a moan when you met her gaze, her pupils were completely blown out with lust.

with your verbal approval she finally leaned in and connected her lips with your own. her lips were so soft, and they fit your own so perfectly it was as if you were made for each-other. she pulled you onto her lap in a swift motion, deepening the kiss. you couldn’t help but moan against her lips, which clearly brought her great amusement.

she pulled away for a moment, allowing the both of you to catch your breath.

“do you remember the offer i made to you last time?” she asked, searching your eyes for an answer.

“it’s about all i could think about this whole time..” you answered honestly. she laughs for a moment, pleased with your answer.

“would you like to make that happen? right here and now?” she asked.

“here? in your studio? won’t people hear?” you answered her, slightly worried about exiting the studio with every pair of eyes watching your every move, knowing exactly what had happened behind the closed door.

“the studio will be closed in a couple minutes, plus the others have finished up with their last clients already. it’ll only be chaeyeon, and you and i.” she spoke softly, hand absentmindedly rubbing along your forearm leaving goosebumps in its trace.

you nodded for a moment, silently weighing your options out. “i don’t see why not” you finally responded

“if its ever too much just tell me and i’ll stop.” her voice was so soft, holding nothing but a genuine concern for your comfort. you nodded to answer this time, which didn’t satisfy her like previous times.

“no. i need your verbal consent here. promise me you’ll tell me.”

“alright, alright. i promise.. just, please touch me.”

she did just that. placing open mouthed kisses along your neck, biting and sucking between each movement. a string of quiet gasps and moans falling from your mouth as she marked up your skin. your hands sat alongside your body, unsure if she wanted you to touch her as well. your thoughts were cut off when she grabbed at your wrists to move your hands to rest on her boobs.

“you can touch me too, you know. i want you to.” she whispered, lips brushing against the shell of your ear. feeling her breath as she spoke sent a shiver up your spine. now with her confirmation you gave her breasts an experimental squeeze, causing a quiet moan to fall from between her swollen lips.

gaining a burst of confidence from her response, you reconnected your lips, a more feverish desperate pace to this kiss. her hands wrapped around your waist, pulling you deeper into her lap. you couldn’t help but instinctively grind against her, moaning helplessly against her.

she pulled away, breathing heavily chest heaving attempting to catch her breath.

“you getting off on my thigh now? like the slut you are?” she challenged you, gazing up at you with her eyes glazed over, completely entranced by your every move. your head fell into the crook of her neck nodding wordlessly in response, too encapsulated in the delicious friction your needy pussy was finally receiving.

she hummed in approval, watching you work yourself on her. those hands you had been ogling the whole time reaching up to play with your nipples, twisting and pinching them eliciting desperate high pitched noised from your mouth in response that only further spurred her on.

“you never told me you had these pierced. had to try so hard not to take you the second i saw them. you filthy whore, keeping dirty little secrets from me already.” her words shot a similar electricity to your core as the tattoo gun from earlier. you certainly weren’t going to last long. not with the friction from her thigh, her skillfully playing with your nipples, the biting on your neck, and the powerful degrading words she kept uttering.

“you gonna cum from me already? make a big mess of yourself before I’ve even taken my clothes off? before I’ve ridden your body completely of your own clothes?” she spurred you on, drinking in every move you made. you were a breathtaking mess and she couldn’t get enough of this view. although impossible, it was as though she was tattooing your every move into her brain. never wanting to forget the sight before her.

“cum for me pretty girl, show me how pretty you are falling apart.” with that 1 of the strongest orgasms you’ve ever experienced hit you like a tidal wave. your vision went black, mouth open in a silent scream, walls clenching desperately around nothing. the rolling of your hips coming to a complete stop.

“good girl, did so well. so pretty”. she whispered, leaving gentle kisses on your shoulder as you came down from your high.

“but we’re not finished just yet, we’re just getting started.” she nipped your shoulder playfully after she spoke, giving her words further emphasis that you were in for a long session. you almost couldn’t grasp the fact that this was real. the woman you deemed unreachable wanted you. was ravishing you. in her studio. it made you feel so good, so wanted.

“you with me?” she asked, checking to see if you were ready for more.

“i’m with you.” you answered back

“good, because you made quite a mess of my jeans.” she said pointedly, making you look down in wonder. your cheeks flushed in embarrassment upon seeing the large wet spot that had spread on her leg.

“hey now, don’t get all in your head about it. its actually pretty hot i did that to you.. but i do wanna take these clothes off before we do anything else.” she teased you.

she really loved to make you feel shy.

you both stood for a moment, to strip down fully. it wouldn’t exactly be the easiest to do that while sitting on that chair. you eyed each other like predators hunting its prey, drinking in every inch of skin revealed. clothes carelessly being left on the floor, making a mess that would only be thought of later.

before you could process it she shoved you against the wall, taking your lips between hers once again. you shamelessly groped at each others now nude forms. your movements were both sloppy, minds too lust clouded to make carefully calculated motions. she pulled back, placing a chaste kiss on your lips before dropping to her knees before you.

“what-?” you began to question her, only to be quickly cut off.

“i need to taste you, i might die if i have to wait any longer.”

she gazed up at you like in what felt like all too long ago when she was inking your skin up, through her heavy lashes and hooded eyes. the sight was truly more beautiful than anything that even the most talented artist could dream of creating.

your chest heaved in anticipation as she placed short, soft, kisses along your inner thigh. close to where you wanted her most, but not quite reaching there.

thats when you felt it. a long, experimental stripe being licked across your slit. your head fell back with a loud moan. she was practically grinning like a cheshire cat into your core, clearly proud to elicit such response when barely even touching you.

she drank you up like she was stranded in a desert without water for miles, as though you were the last drop of water on this earth. your head was so empty, 1 single thought passing by; if chaeyeon was still here you would definitely need to give a tip specifically to her to make up for the all too loud noises you were making right now. but something about the idea of her sitting out there, hearing your pornographic sounds turned you on further.

that thought was quickly tosses out of your brain when you felt a finger enter you, hearing the groan that fell from eunbi’s mouth.

“god you’re so wet, sucking me in like it’s nothing.” her filthy words sending a shockwave of pleasure through your body, along with her actions.

her lips wrapped around your clit, sucking harshly as she slipped another finger in, and then a third. her pace was fast and harsh, but so so perfect. before long you felt that familiar pressure building up inside of you, loud, long moans falling from your open mouth.

she pulled you further into her touch, maintaining the pace she had set before, drawing another strong orgasm out of you. your walls clenched erratically, this time around her fingers. she moaned into you, you almost flinched away at the vibration it sent straight to your already oh so sensitive clit. it almost caused your legs to give out.

she slowed her pace gradually to a total halt, pulling away from you, but not before placing a kiss onto your clit. you hissed at the sensation, still too sensitive from the orgasm she just given you. her face was totally ruined, your cum coating the lower half of it and she couldn’t help but grin up at you because of it.

“you taste so good. i could eat you eat every second of every day in the week. its completely addictive.” she had quite a way with words, thats for sure.

you reached to push any stray hair out of her face, admiring her beauty as you regained feeling in your legs again.

“are you still doing alright?” she asked you again, maybe you had been staring at her silently for a little too long. you couldn’t help yourself, you couldn’t get enough of her.

“you know, you don’t need to keep asking me that. if i wasn’t okay i wouldn’t still be here.” you teased her this time. thats a first.

“maybe that’s true but i just want to make sure you feel good.” you couldn’t help but laugh at her this time.

“are you serious? good doesn’t begin to cover it. you’re perfect.”

it was her turn to grin at your praise.

“you flatter me.” she joked back. you helped her get to her feet again, before it was your turn now to push her back like she did to you before. her knees hit the back of the chair you were seated on earlier, and you pushed her to lay flat on her back.

her eyes questioned you, but she did nothing to stop your movements.

“what’re you up to?” she questioned.

“i’ve already came twice, it’s my turn to make you feel good” she smiled softly at your words.

“babe. making you feel good DOES make me feel good, i could probably cum untouched if you kept making such pretty noises for me.” there she goes again, making you feel shy, and just when you thought you were getting the control.

“.. but, who am i to stop you?” she grinned up at you.

you took her lips with yours to shut her up, she’s far too smug for you me liking right now. you wanted to make her fall apart for a change. you moved your kisses further downwards to her neck, marking her like she did to you earlier. her skin was intoxicating, you could really love yourself with her.. well. more than you already were.

you continued trailing your kissing down further, leaving gentle bites and pretty purple bruises in your path. you stopped at her chest, places a kiss to the swell of her breast before taking the nipple into your mouth, sucking gently. while one of your hands held her hip, the other kneaded the flesh of her other breast, relishing on the softness of it. sighs of pleasure fell from her lips, spurring you on. a particularly higher moan came when the metal of your tongue piercing came into contact with the erect nipple you held in your mouth. oh. right. you forgot about that for a moment. the reason any of this was happening in the first place. how could that have happened. you gave a quick pinch to the one nipple while removing your mouth from the other, leaving a soft kiss to it.

“more..” she uttered, gazing at you. you understood now why she liked watching you fall apart those 2 times now that you got to see her doing so for you. you hadn’t even fully had your way with her yet and she already looked a mess. you dragged your kissing, sucking, biting down lower. pushing her legs apart so you could finally get to give her what she truly wanted from you. you gave a barely-there kitten lick to her clit. she gasped at both the sensation of your tongue and the cool metal that adorned it. the metal she put there. she placed her hand to the back of your head, forcing you to make further contact with her soaked core. you definitely weren’t complaining though. far from it.

you were a desperate moaning mess as you ate her out, if you were capable of thinking of anything other than making her cum you would be embarrassed beyond belief right now. you were definitely making more noise than her at this moment. partially because you were so far gone in your own lust that you didn’t think to hold back any more, and also because she was trying to keep more quiet so as to hear your sounds. she definitely wasn’t quiet though, the steady stream of pretty moans proved that.

she whined every time your piercing came into contact with her clit, tongue flat against her running along it while you sucked harshly. you inserted two fingers, dedicated to the job of making her scream for you, satisfying her completely. you pumped them in and out at a good even pace, constantly hitting her gummy walls and reaching the spot that made her lose her mind more with every thrust. she reached her free hand down to interlace fingers with your own free hand. a very intimate gesture, your chest swelled in pride. you were making her feel this good. moan this loud. crave your touch. just like she made you crave her.

inserting a third finger made you wonder what it would be like to be her girlfriend, you would do anything for her. she could ask you to jump off a cliff and you would do so in a heartbeat. she was too good for you, and yet here she was moaning your name over and over again before you. it felt like a dream. the way her walls fluttered around your fingers also was too good to be true.

“y/n i’m so close. please make me cum. please, please!” she exclaimed. you followed her command, quickening your place.
“oh- oh god” she struggled to speak this time, you could tell she was just teetering so close to the edge, it was getting hard to continue thrusting your fingers into her. your wrist was getting sore, and she was clenching around you so tightly.
“y/n i’m cumming!” she warned, before screaming your name repeatedly when her orgasm finally hit her.

you moaned onto her, the taste of her cum leaking onto your tongue driving you completely wild. her breathing was heavy when you finally removed yourself from her abused hole. you finally got to get a good look at her, totally fucked out. you wished you could take a picture to remember this moment forever.

“c’mere.” she spoke softly, gesturing for you to join her on the seat. you did so, giving a quick kiss to her lips before laying down and resting your head on her plush chest. she hummed, satisfied with the position, although it was cramped due to the size of the chair, it was perfect.

“that was amazing.” she told you, breathlessly. you agreed with a short hum.

“so.. how about we go on an actual date? as amazing as this was i would love to actually like, get to know you.” she asked you, a little afraid you would reject her.

you smiled up at her in response to her new offer.

“i’d love that.”

[strangevynl]

“I used to love autumn…”

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The chill of autumn air wrapped around Minho as he stood at the window, watching the golden leaves fall from the trees. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of disconnection as he observed the world outside, each leaf spiraling down like a piece of his conscience. The vibrant colors of the season felt muted to him, overshadowed by a heaviness in his heart.

Inside your small apartment, You moved about with a quiet determination. You were busy preparing dinner, you focus on the task at hand as you chopped vegetables and stirred the simmering pot on the stove. The scent of roasted garlic filled the air, a stark contrast to the tension hanging between them. Each day, you poured your heart into both of your lives together, but Minho remained distant, locked away in his thoughts.

“Hey, I made your favorite,” You said, glancing over your shoulder with a warm smile. You set the steaming pot on the table and placed two bowls down, hoping for some semblance of connection. But when Minho turned, his eyes were hollow, devoid of the spark that once ignited between them.

“Thanks,” he replied, his voice flat as he sat down, barely making eye contact. You felt a pang in your chest but tried to push it away. You knew he was stressed at work you saw it in the way he held himself, the way his brow furrowed with worry. Still, it hurt to see him so unresponsive to your efforts.

As the both of you ate in silence, You tried to talk to him. “How was your day? Did you finish that project you were working on?” You searched his face for some indication of warmth, but he only shrugged, shoveling food into his mouth, his mind clearly elsewhere.

“Yeah. It’s fine.” He stared at his bowl, lost in thought. Your heart sank. You fought against the insecurities creeping into your mind. He was always busy, always tired, but you believed in your love. You believed that with time and patience, they could weather any storm. Yet, each passing day felt like a drop of water on a rock, slowly eroding your confidence. The more you gave, the more distant he became.

Later that night, You noticed the notifications on Minhos phone buzzing incessantly. Curiosity prickled at you ,but you brushed it aside. You trusted him. More than anyone in this world, But as You watched him pick up the phone and smile, your stomach twisted. It was a smile you hadn’t seen in a while, and it was directed at someone else.

The following days passed in a blur. You packed lunch for Minho every morning his favorite sandwiches, fruit, and cute little notes with cat scribbles that he always loved. Well… that he used to love. your notes would always hold encouraging words to start his day. “You’ve got this! I believe in you!” You hoped your small gestures would bring him closer, but he never mentioned them. Each note felt like it was sent into a void, your voice echoing back without a reply.

At work, You faced your own challenges. The project you had been leading was demanding, and the long hours began to wear you down. You poured your heart into your job, focusing on deadlines and meetings, trying to distract yourself from the growing chasm in your relationship with Minho. Yet, your thoughts often drifted back to Minho and the nagging feeling of inadequacy that followed you like a shadow.

One rainy afternoon, as you headed to your car, you spotted Minho through the glass doors of a nearby café. Your heart raced. He was laughing, leaning close to a woman with long dark hair. Its was Eunbi, the new hire at his office. You felt your heart drop as you watched them share a moment from afar , their chemistry palpable. They looked so comfortable together, and the laughter that filled the air was a stark contrast to the silence that had become their norm.

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The chill of an autumn evening seeped through the open window of the shared apartment, rustling the amber leaves outside. You stood in the living room, surrounded by boxes and half-empty suitcases, your heart heavy with the weight of your secret. You had known for a while that something was off with Minho his late nights at work, the texts he kept hidden, the way he avoided your gaze when you asked about his day. But the truth had hit you like a slap in the face what you had seen that time and those photos he’d post on his close friends it started with the ones that showed him laughing with another girl lips red and swollen, an unmistakable hickey peeking from under her hair.

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As the sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky in shades of purple and orange, you paced nervously in your shared bedroom, rehearsing what to say. The familiar sounds of your home felt foreign now, like echoes from a past life. The clock ticked on the wall, its sound amplifying the growing anxiety in your chest.

At last, the door creaked open. You held your breath, your heart racing as you turned to face Minho. He walked in, laughter spilling from his lips, but it quickly faded when he saw you standing there, arms crossed.

“Minho is there something going on with you and Eunbi ?” You asked, your voice trembling with vulnerability. Minhos expression turned cold, and for a moment, you thought you saw regret flicker in his eyes. But it quickly vanished. “What are you talking about?” he snapped, the defensiveness rising in him.

You stepped back, hurt flooding through you. “I don’t know, Minho! You’ve been so distant, and I can’t help but feel like you’re hiding something from me.”

“I’m not hiding anything!” He raised his voice, frustration spilling over. “You’re just busy with work. I don’t have time to deal with this right now.”

The words stung, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was lying. “I’m trying to be a good girlfriend, Minho . I care about you!” Your voice broke as tears threatened to spill. “But it feels like I’m losing you.”

Minho looked away, his jaw clenched, and for a moment, You thought he might say something to reassure you. But instead, he turned his back and walked away, leaving you standing there in the gathering darkness, feeling more alone than ever.

That night, you lay awake, the autumn wind rustling through the trees outside. You stared at the ceiling, wondering how you could fight for a love that felt so one-sided. The weight of your relationship pressed down on you , suffocating and heavy.

As the leaves continued to fall outside, You made a decision.

You would not lose yourself to the shadows of his fault. It was painful, but sometimes letting go was the only way to find yourself again. And as the first frost began to blanket the ground, You resolved to embrace the change, no matter how difficult it might be. Sometimes, the hardest part of love was knowing when to walk away, even as the autumn leaves danced around your feet.

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[eunbitchh]

Studio Lethality

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part 1 of 2 , find part 2 here

pairing: non!idol au, piercer/tattoo artist!eunbi x fem!reader

word count: 1.7k

warnings: needles (strictly for piercing purposes), suggestive towards the end.. lmk if there’s anything else!

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today was the day, you had been counting down for 2 months and it’s finally happening. you were getting your tongue pierced. by kwon eunbi. the most popular piercer as well as tattoo artist the past couple years all over social media.

the anticipation has been killing you this entire time but you had finally arrived to the date of your booking.

the taxi pulled up to the studio, ‘Lethality’. eunbi had opened up the place nearly 7 years ago now, at the age of 20. eunbi had skills beyond anyone else in her industry. not only was she a gifted piercer, but she was also a skilled tattoo artist. it gained her a lot of attention and over the course of those years her customer count went up by a tenfold, bookings typically were full for up to a year, but you had been lucky enough to book your date just shortly after someone else cancelled theirs. maybe they weren’t ready to commit to a piercing, or maybe they had just chickened out at the last minute.

either way you knew you wanted your tongue pierced, and especially if it meant it would be done by her. you paid the taxi driver before stepping out and shutting the door behind you as you bounded up to the front door of Lethality.

a woman in her early 20’s greeted you at the front desk. an array of beautiful tattoos coated her arms.

damn you thought. maybe you would book for a tattoo or two next time.

“hi there! do you have an appointment or are you a walk-in?” her voice was smooth and confident, matching the ink across her skin.

“an appointment, it’s with eunbi at 2pm” you answered.

her eyes scanned the computer screen in front of her for a moment, fingers quickly dashing across the keyboard.

“for y/n?” she asked.

you nodded.

she got up from her seat and made her way over to the filing cabinet not too far from the front desk and pulled out some papers before making her way back over to you.

“you’re a couple minutes early but thats alright, in the meantime let’s get your paperwork ready while you wait for eunbi to finish up with her last client” she said while grabbing a pen from the container on the left side of the desk.

“just read over these papers and sign here when you’re done” she tapped the signature line on the second page with a pen before handing them to you.

the paperwork was standard procedure, and nothing you hadn’t read before at other studios in previous experiences you’d had. you signed your name and slid the paperwork back over to the woman at the desk. she then asked for a piece of ID, which you provided. after that you sat on the plush seat of the waiting room while nervously anticipating for eunbi to call your name for your appointment.

it didn’t take too long. maybe 3 minutes, tops. the last client exited her door and made their way over to front desk, paying and then thanking them for the service before swiftly leaving.

“y/n?” you heard a voice speak your name.

glancing up you saw her. eunbi was nothing short of beautiful. hair tied back in a low ponytail, the brown cardigan she was wearing rolled up to reveal some incredible and complex colourful tattoos scattered across her forearms.

you stood from your seat and followed her to her portion of the studio.

“so i see you’ve had your earlobes pierced as well as your septum. it’s a shame they couldn’t have been my work, but i gather you have a general idea of how this experience will go?” she asked gazing at you. her expression was focussed, and yet here you were so distracted, hardly able to focus on the words coming from her mouth as you took in her beauty.

“yes, i have been pierced before so i don’t really need the full walk-through of what’s going to happen and the whole aftercare stuff, i’ve also done my research for the piercing i’m here for today”. she nodded, listening attentively to what you were saying.

you felt shy under her gaze, she embodied total confidence to a T. something about how her eyes would meet yours while occasionally flicking down to your lips gave you butterflies.

“alright well im still required to give you at least a simple once over of what im going to do, and i’ll still walk you through whats happening while im doing it, that way it’ll help ease your mind as well as my own.” after that she walked to the sink near the back of the room, washing her hands thoroughly while you sat on the chair placed in the centre-most of the room and waited for her work to begin. she snapped on a pair of black latex gloves and sat on the stool by your seat.

all the sterile supplies she needed were on the readily placed on the table to her right.

“okay please open your mouth and stick out your tongue. this is going to feel a bit awkward but don’t worry, there’s nothing to be uncomfortable about. if anything you should yourself get real comfortable because this is a bit of an interesting process” her tone was teasing but you knew she was right.

you followed her directions whilst she reached over and grabbed the clamp and the needle.

“you’re going to feel some discomfort for a minute here but please don’t make any sudden movements, i don’t want to hurt you any more than what’s crucial to my work.” she spoke looking into your eyes again, waiting for you to confirm you had heard what she said.

“ah ont ah omith” you struggled out, tongue still in the position she requested. she blinked a couple times before letting out a quiet laugh.

“what was that?” she asked a smile gracing her lips

you brought your tongue back into your mouth and swallowed for a second.

“i said, i won’t. i promise”.

she laughed again at your overly formal response.

even her laugh was beautiful, how is that even possible?

“thank you. now can you get back into your former position and i’ll get to work”. the smile from before still lingering on her face. you did as she said and felt the cold clamp come into contact with your tongue. she was right of course, it did feel uncomfortable. she passed you some paper towels to hold under your chin to catch any spit that would inevitably fall from your mouth.

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she then took the needle back into her dominant hand. “alright you’ll feel a bit of a pinch here, again please don’t make any sudden movements and breathe through your nose on my instruction.” you gave a short nod in acknowledgment.

“breathe in 3. on 1.. 2.. 3.”

you took a sharp inhale as you felt the familiar mix of pain and pressure spread through your tongue as it penetrated the muscle all the way.

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“good girl.” she spoke, making quick work of the finishing touches to her handiwork.

you felt your checks flush unintentionally at the praise.

“you did so well for me, its absolutely perfect.” was she was complimenting you, or was it a compliment meant for herself, you wondered. either way you felt her gaze linger a little too long on your freshly pierced tongue as she hummed in approval.

your body warmed up under attentive eyes, heart fluttering for a moment.

she stood from her seat approached the cabinets adorning the corner of the room across from the 2 of you to grab a handheld mirror to show you the new piercing and she looked ecstatic to see your reaction, and once again you felt your heart flutter.

“so, what do you think?” she asked holding it in front of your face so you could take a look. her face lit up even more, if that was even possible, when you gave her your approval.

“i’m glad you’re happy with it, now the less fun part, i need to talk you through how to care for your new piercing.”

she told you the information you already knew from your previous research. you knew it’s standard procedure so you still listened attentively as you could nonetheless. she told you how to clean it, the whole no smoking, drinking, caffeine, blood thinning substances.. open mouthed kissing.. oral sex.. god it was just a verbal piercing aftercare guide but something about her gaze and the tone of her voice was so distracting. your mind couldn’t help but wander.

you snapped back to reality after she finished her verbal walk-through. she held out her hand to help you up from your seat to have you head over to the front desk and pay. her hand was soft and warm, she still hadn’t released yours from the grasp to help you from your seat. maybe she enjoyed the touch as much as you did.

before she opened the door you saw her check you out for a moment, eyes lingering on your cleavage. she cleared her throat and spoke again “hey uh, y/n? i hope to see you again soon.. you know to change the size of your jewelry once you’re fully healed.. and maybe we could put it to good use?”

her voice got more quiet towards the end of her sentence. your eyes widened at the suggestion, cheeks aflame. “yeah! yeah definitely” you responded a little too quickly. she smiled at you and before opening the door and leading you out.

“alright y/n. i’ll be seeing you soon then.” and with that she turned around and shut the door to her room. probably to clean up and prepare for the next client.

the woman at the front desk smirked upon seeing your flushed state, and you paid the fees as well as tipping very highly for the services given today before leaving the studio. you couldn’t help but replay the suggestion eunbi had made to you in your head on repeat the whole way home. put it to good use? was she really interested in you?

the only way you’d find out is when you head back over to the studio to change your jewelry.. and to get a tattoo.

[eunbitchh]

just a taste

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pairing: vampire!eunbi au, vampire!eunbi x fem!reader

word count: 263

warnings: blood, biting, swearing.. lmk if there’s anything else

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note: this is a little teaser for a full fic i plan to write in the upcoming future, im not sure how i want to start that quite yet but in the meantime this scene came into my mind & i had to get it out of my system so please enjoy <3

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her 2 arms caged you in, her face was so close to your own. those brown eyes you gazed into before now a hollow black in color. it had to be a trick of the light, right?

she groaned in frustration, pressing her face into your neck.

“eunbi?” you heard your own voice ask.

“i just need a taste.. please? just a taste..” she spoke, voice strained.

your thoughts and heart raced at a mile a minute, with great hesitation you finally mustered up a response.

“alright.”

you expected her to lift her head and encapsulate your lips with hers, but to your surprise you felt her mouth open and her teeth graze the spot right where your neck meets your shoulder before fully biting down.

yelping in surprise at the sharp pain that quickly coursed through your veins, you gazed down at her with wide eyes. she looked as though she was experiencing euphoria, eyes clouded over and her face a soft tinge of pink. then you heard a moan, no, that couldn’t be it. your ears must be playing tricks on you. then you heard another. no, no. it was very real.

she came up for a moment, a trickle of blood running down her lips.

“eunbi? what are you..” your voice trailed off when her eyes finally met yours.

she wiped the drop of blood with her thumb before she sucked it off maintaining that eye contact from before. her eyes rolled back and a quiet groan fell from her lips.

“god you’re so sweet, you taste so fucking good”

[eunbitchh]

pussy drunk

18+, minors & ageless blogs DNI or you will be swiftly blocked

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word count: 323

pairing: kwon eunbi x afab reader

warnings: non!idol au, pure brainrot, oral, fingering, borderline dumbification??

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her sweet moans filling the room could rival even the most talented of symphony's, you were convinced.

her thighs had a death grip around your head, not that you were complaining. dying between her legs and drowning in her sweet pussy juices would be the only way to go it if you had any semblance of a choice in the manner.

you gazed up at her through hooded eyes, tongue remaining hyper-focused on massaging her clit while your fingers dove in and out of her dripping hole. she was a wreck in the most beautiful way possible; hair disheveled, sweat beading down from her hair to her neck, one hand gripping your head forcing you further into her bucking hips while the other toyed with her nipple.

you've been at this for hours, giving her so many orgasms that you've honestly lost count, and she couldn't even form a coherent sentence right now even if she tried.

"please" she chanted bucking into your touch as yet another orgasm began to course it's way through her body. you picked up the pace to give her what she wanted, or rather needed, feeling her walls rapidly contract around your fingers as she came once again.

you slurped up her juices like it was the last drops of water that existed in the world, and she whined from the overstimulation as you maintained that same pace you had set before to help her ride out that high.

her body jolted at the continued attention you were giving her pussy and she began to squirm away from your touch when you finally slowed your ministrations to a halt.

"thank.. thank you" she breathed out.

you finally sat up from your original position, licking your lips completely satisfied with your work. she gave you a stupid grin upon seeing your glossy mouth and chin, tracing her thumb across your bottom lip.

“i made quite a mess didn't i?"