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GUYS FINAL REVEAL, I got tatted today !!! And she’s so pretty and I love her so much!!
inspo and reasoning;
1. I attended fate plus tour and thats where I fell back in love with them and that’s why fate+ means so much to me.
2. I’ve always loved the word fate, it’s crazy enough one of my favorite words
3. The song fate from dark blood album is one of my favorite songs of all time from them, top 10 songs
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shinee dawg tattoo from laceyroseink !!!!! 💎
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i have a problem, i’m so in love with wonbin, now his eyes are in my skin
#riize wonbin#riize#wonbin#park wonbin#wonbin riize#원빈#kpop#wonbin tattoo#tattoos#kpop tattoo#riize 원빈#tattoo#tattoed girls#kpop aesthetic#mine#my tattoos
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i may or may not have done something..
(not entirely sure tho)
basically i took the logo, the compass/head of the skz lightstick, skz‘s slogan and a little bit of inspiration (thunderous came up while drawing and i thought to myself „why not add some lightning??“)…and this happened. i can definately imagine this as a tattoo, but maybe that‘s just me.
#stray kids#skz#stray kids tattoo design#skz tattoo design#stray kids tattoo inspo#skz tattoo inspo#kpop tattoo#kpop tattoo design#you make stray kids stay
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3RACHA tattoo done on 01172023 💖✨
#3racha#stray kids#skz#tattoos#tattoo#tatttoed girl#egirl#aesthetic#kpop#stray kids tattoo#kpop tattoo
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✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚✧
I knew the moment I saw the With You Hoodie photocard that I wanted to do something with Jimin’s handwriting. Then, with the release of his beautiful and meaningful OST it was time.
The placement is special - as a little nod to Jimin’s own Young Forever tattoo, and this is truly my most meaningful tattoo.
Jimin has been with me for most of my teenage and early adult years, and I am honoured to have shared my journey with him and bangtan.
✧・゚: *✧・゚:* *:・゚✧*:・゚
#bts#kpop#bangtan#jimincollector#jimin aesthetic#with you#withyouost#jimin with you#park jimin#artist made merch#with you hoodie#tattoo#kpop tattoo#jimin tattoo#7withyou#mots7#7#hyyh
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Y'all. I have an appointment booked for an EXO tattoo. Hit me with your ideas. I've got the logo (2015) and want it to look slightly less like a cube. I told my artist I wanted to do an outer space theme. Send help
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show us the jk initials on your wrist if you're comfy with it 🫶🏻🫶🏻🩵
Sure!
It's a friendship tattoo I got with my best friend (sisterwife is the term we tend to use lmao)
We got it back in March when I went to go see her during spring break! We don't live in the same state so I'm happy we have this to tie us together!
We're planning on getting Jungkook's new jk symbol behind our ears when we get a chance!
(p.s. mine is on the outside of my wrist because that's a place where it's easy to find your pulse so idk it's kinda like 'he keeps me going' kind of thing. idk i thought it was a cute idea hehe)
Thanks for asking 💜
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Lascivious
(BackTattoo!Sana x Fem!Reader)
Word Count: 4.9k
Smut
Summary: You unintentionally walk in on Sana, completely naked, and see a large tattoo you never noticed before. You're admiring the artwork but she has her eyes on something else.
TW: this is literally just fucking. If that’s not something you want to read, please don’t! Slapping, teasing, biting, fighting for who is on top, Sana has a dragon back tattoo, overstimulation, choking...uh degradation maybe? Let me know if I missed anything
A/N: Thank you @neoplatinum for letting me write a story *cough porn cough* about back tattoo Sana and to @nr1chaedickrider for scheming hehehe. And thank you to @tttwiceeluvrr for the request that I thieved from Neo! @myouicieloz for helping me spark the idea for the same cuz i was STRUGGLING lmaoo Please enjoy what my Sana brain rot produce and thank you for reading<3
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Music bumps through the house, vibrating the walls and rattling the framing of the pictures scattered.The high hats ringing off the ceilings, bass reverberating through the floor. Sana knew you were coming. You made plans to go out to eat that day at 1:30pm after schedules, she couldn’t have forgotten right?
Letting yourself in, you walked through the halls to the source of the loudness, finding the master bedroom cracked with about an inch of space between the door and threshold. Yelling her name was useless, music blanketing any sound that could’ve been made in a 20 foot proximity.
Pushing the door open curiously, you take your first few steps into the room when her shadow comes into your view, stopping you dead in your tracks.
Sana was in her walk-in closet, completely nude, facing her clothes and attempting to pick out an outfit. The curvature of her was enough to send you into a panic, perfectly smooth skin draped over a frame even Gods were jealous of. Muscles noticeably flexing as she slid a shirt across the rod bolted into the wall.
Seeing her bare like this wasn’t the only thing that surprised you.
An entire back piece, a dragon in Japanese traditional style, lay across her, fitting that perfect frame in a way that was almost natural. Like she was born with it. Getting lost in the intricacies of the details, beautifully designed with near perfect line work ascending her spine.
Head of the dragon on her shoulder, body of scales intertwining down her back over part of her ribs, claws on her hips and tailed stretched down her butt and ending at the top of her thigh. Cherry blossom petals balancing the negative space throughout the piece, shading perfectly balanced and clear. This was a work of art.
You are suddenly hyper aware of everything around you. The loudness of the music, the softness of the carpet, the way your heartbeat picks up its pace, arguing with the bass in the music, and how your lungs are struggling to function properly. Your underwear is in the beginning stages of being ruined, unable to help yourself imagining her looking down at you between her legs.
Mind completely mesmerized and your body moving without your permission, you step into the closet to get a closer look at the artwork on the masterpiece that was Minatozaki Sana.
Your hands lift and lightly start tracing the line of the dragon’s head on her shoulder, startling her. Her back muscle tensed underneath your touch, before she whipped around to see you absolutely enchanted by her naked body along with the ink laid into her skin.
Attempting to keep eye contact and not look down at her chest, already feeling horrible about invading this much of her privacy to begin with but your pussy was soaking at the thought of making her cum.
There’s a glimmer of something present behind her eyes, a slight smirk slithers across her face when she sees how red you are. Your brain immediately releasing cortisol into your veins causing your blood to run cold in panic.
“I’m so sorry, I should’ve knocked.” abruptly shouted over the speaker system before attempting to get out of that room. Absolutely embarrassed that you didn’t just turn around and leave in the first place.
Speeding to the door, the music was halting mid song and you hear “I’ll be ready in a minute!” before you close the door behind you and almost sprint to the living room. Thinking about just leaving entirely when your phone vibrates twice in your pocket. A text from Sana.
Sana: You better not leave! We have lunch plans.
You: Fine.
Sana: :)
How could she just know you were going to try and escape the situation? More importantly, how could you not just stop yourself from approaching her? What an invasion of space.
Hands reach to cover your face in shame when you hear Sana’s crisp giggle emerge from the hall that connects the living room to the rest of the house. A long heavy sigh leaves your chest, raising your head to face her.
She’s wearing a short sleeve cropped shirt that’s nearly see through, a black sports bra underneath, black cargo pants that are a little too big for her, and some white sneakers. Giving a little spin to show her outfit, but all you can focus on is the bold lines that shows through her shirt and exposed on her lower back.
You swallow roughly, standing up and attempting to explain yourself and apologize.
“I am so sorry, Sana. I do not know what came over me, I should’ve knocked or texted you or something instead of just walking right into your space and then not leaving immediately when I saw you were…unclothed” not wanting to bring attention to the fact that she was naked. So uncomfortable with the idea of violating a good friend's boundaries that you could barely even make eye contact with her.
Sana is smiling at you in an endearing way, placing a finger under your chin and tilting your head up to force you to look her directly in the eye.
“Y/n…it’s completely okay. It was only a matter of time, okay?”
Only a matter of time?!
“What do you mean by that?” regrettably leaving your mouth before you could even question the thought.
“Maybe I’ll show you after lunch.” winking and grabbing her keys before ushering you out the front door, giving no time to question what she had just been spoken so nonchalantly.
Pushing you playfully to the car, opening the passenger side door, and motioning for you to get in. Baffled by what is happening currently, you can’t imagine why she would say what she did…unless?
Unless she actually meant it…peering over to her, watching her carefully put the key into the ignition, pull the car out of park and speed off down the road.
“We are going to go to that Italian place down the road, I’m feeling like pasta today! Is that okay?” still peeking at her, you forget to respond entirely. Distracted by the sentence that plays back in your head over and over and over again, causing a slight ache between your legs.
“Y/n? Are you there?” reaching over to lay her hand on your upper thigh, lightly tapping to try and get you to pay attention to what she was saying. The tap causes you to clench your thighs together, holding your breath as a devious smile appears on sana’s face.
“Too distracted? What’s on your mind?” knowing full well she already knew the answer to what was occupying your thoughts.
Flashes of those details on the cherry blossom petals and the dragon's teeth cascade through your mind, you know what? Fuck it.
Finally exhaling and beginning to breathe regularly again, you shift back in your seat and mutter “I saw you naked once and now I can’t stop thinking about it.”
A little surprised by your boldness, that was not the version of you she was familiar with, sunglasses slid to the end of her nose as she raised her eyebrows at you.
“Let’s discuss over lunch, hm? I’m interested in the thoughts you’re having.” sultry tone coating you in absolute need for her.
“Maybe I’ll show you after lunch?” oh my god, why did you say that?
A snide chuckle knocks on the windows of the sedan as she pulls up to the restaurant.
“Playing my own game against me?” sultry tone still present with half lidded eyes, leaning over the center console to get closer to your face.
“How am I doing?” leaning towards her, almost mocking her movements, even playfully, she takes it as a challenge.
Smirk, a hum, and a tongue in cheek as she picks up her phone and makes a call. You’re confused until she speaks.
“Hello, I would like to play a to go order please.”
She’s calling the restaurant you were parked out in front of...I guess we will be dining in today.
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Food in hand, you walk back into the house you left about 20 minutes ago, Sana throwing her bag and keys on the counter as you place the food down. Having no moments to register what’s about to happen, she places her hands on either side of you, trapping you against the counter.
“What were you going to show me?” lowly reveals itself from her throat, inching closer to your face, somewhat teasing you and attempting to ignite the tension that had been building since you were caught admiring her shamelessly.
Sana’s hands travel up your sides under your shirt, you’re stoic in all of this. Waiting for the opportunity to show her exactly what you meant as she continues you softly run her nails down your ribcage.
Goosebumps pepper your skin as you throw your arm around her waist to hold her tightly against you. Skin warm on yours while your forearm locks her into place, bringing your face so close to hers, mouths almost touching, her lips chasing yours in an act of desperation.
“Tell me what you want,” whispered into her mouth, eye contact all consuming, completely converting your mind from slightly nervous to absolutely lust drive.
Sana watches how you change, the shift in dynamic between the two of you tenses the air even further. Though she was the instigator, she was no longer in control and she knew that.
“I think you know what I want.” lips moving closer to yours before you pull back again, making her a little annoyed that you keep making her work for it.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish, Satang.” a warning disguised as playful banter. Neither of you had ever experienced each other in this way before, even if it felt natural to hold Sana so close to you.
Chuckling at your statement, she’s having a hard time taking you seriously. The friend version of you sits in her mind's eye. Always so sweet and caring, she assumed that carried over into the bedroom too.
“Oh, are you a top? Well you’ll have to fight me for that. I’ve waited too long for this…I’m not going to give up control so easily.” big brown eyes blinking at you, almost challenging you, pushing you a little farther off the edge.
“Safe word?” coldly uttered as your pointer finger trails up her stomach to the neck of her shirt.
“Do we need one?” head cocked to the side. She truly has no clue what’s about to come.
“Hmm…let’s go with colors instead. Stoplight style.” smirking at you, eyes full of lust and curiosity waiting for you to make your move.
“Deal.” Hand maneuvering from the neck of her shirt to her actual neck, the soft sweet human she knew was no longer present in this. Almost predatory in your movements as you lightly pulled her to her bedroom.
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“You’re going to listen to every word I say, understand?” ice shards spewing around your words before throwing her onto her bed.
She looks confused by this, never expecting the sweet anxious Y/n to be so…dominant. It tastes like a daydream she’s had continuously since she’s met you.
“And if I don't? What happens then?” curiously inquiring about your plans, testing the waters to see if being a brat was something you wanted.
Glaring down at her, ignoring the question, you simply had one instruction for her.
“Strip.”
Sana hesitates, another push, intrigued by the demeanor you’ve presented to her. It’s just so unexpected, you’re usually so docile and reserved about sexual things. This is what she dreamed of most nights, unable to grasp that it was coming true before her eyes.
“Now.” taking a seat in the chair in the corner to watch the show you insisted she put on.
Sana stands up, sauntering over to you while grabbing the hem of her shirt and peeling it from her body. She slowly turns around, removing her sports bra in the process, dragon tattoo on full display, making sure to slowly slide her pants and underwear down to her ankles before kicking them to the side.
Refusing to pull your eyes from her body as you take in the ink and curves. Her skin is silky smooth, a perfect ass you just wanted to take a bite out of, and not a single mark on her to tell the world who she now belonged to.
“Turn around.” rotating to face you, she takes a few steps forward and leans down, placing her hands on the arms of the chair and invading your space again.
“Demanding, aren’t we? Especially since you were the one who came into my room unannounced” standing up straight and walking over to the bed. Her ass on the edge leaning back on her hands, legs spread apart in front of you. She is leaving nothing to the imagination.
Jaw tensing at the new view you had, practically ripping your shirt off before leaning back into the chair again. Unable to keep your eyes off of hers as she continued on in that low tone that nearly made you rabid.
“Were you expecting to see me like this? Sprawled out on the bed for you? I’ve thought about inviting you over, just to give you a show like this.” one hand raises up and you know exactly where it’s headed.
“Stop.” eye contact maintained as she halts in her tracks, surprised you said anything.
You stand and walk over to her, removing your bra and pants along the way.
“Don’t touch what’s mine.” growled at her before roughly cupping her face and bombarding her with a fiery kiss, tongues intertwining, her hands wandering up to you as she tries to flip you onto your back.
Grabbing her hands, locking your fingers in hers, and pinning her to the mattress. She lightly whimpers into your mouth causing your knees to buckle. Feeling her lips curve up before she uses a leg to literally sweep you off your feet. Your knees hitting the ground roughly, causing you to wince, squeezing her hands tightly and pulling her forward with you.
“How can you expect to be the dominant one from the floor? I thought you were actually going to put me in my place…such a shame.” glowering at you from above.
“You wanted a fight didn’t you?” jumping to your feet, pushing her onto her back, rolling her over harshly, inciting a giggle of excitement out of her.
Cocking your arm back, you smack her ass roughly, watching her flesh ripple underneath your touch, only to lay another immediately after. Hearing her suck air through her teeth as you lay another handprint to the canvas.
“Color?” cuts through the sound of Sana panting, admiring the red welts left behind and watching a string of slick drip from her.
“Green…so so green” between breaths.
Expressing amusement at her enthusiasm with a dark chuckle, you apply one more solid smack to her before placing a kiss at the bottom of her spine, confusingly soft in your touches and light pecks up her spine, over the line beautiful line work, across every cherry blossom petal and up to her neck.
Sana breathing heavily underneath you with your tits pressed firmly against her back to hold her in place to avoid her squirming, you take a second to appreciate the position you found yourself in, and how absolutely drenched you were for her.
Your right hand follows the curvature of her hips wrapping around her and sliding down between her legs. She groans before you even touch her.
“Awhh, baby’s all worked up, hm? How long have you been dreaming about what I would feel like between your legs?” dragging your middle finger lightly over her dripping cunt to gather a little wetness before coasting over her clit a few times, just to rile her up a little more.
The bed muffling her whines, you grab a hand full of her hair and pull it towards you, forcing her head back to allow the honeyed moans to drench the room in their sickly sweet stickiness.
Sounds reverberating through her body, causing a reaction in yours, solidifying the ruination of your underwear. Sana’s hips start rocking back and forth in the rhythm of you set with your hand so you still your movements and let her fuck herself on your hand.
“Awh, look how desperate you are for me. Grinding into my hand to feel something? How pitiful. You might as well beg.”
Sana squeals in frustration, grinding down into you harder as you watch her pathetically try to earn some sense of pleasure, tail of the tattoo snapping with her subtle movements. It’s like watching a scene unfold.
Removing your hand suddenly brings her even more anger, rolling over, forcing you onto your back with the movement and quickly finding her seat on your abdomen, slick warm against your skin. Your breath hitching silently so she can’t see how weak she has you.
“Why can’t you just fuck me like I want you too? Have to make it about teasing me?! I obviously fucking want you so why won’t you just take what’s yours?” almost maliciously spat at you, her hands dragging down your chest and brushing over your nipples. You're clenching around nothing as Sana touches your body, trying to tease you back.
You’ve had enough of her trying to be the dominant one, even if it’s only for a second. You sit up, halfway getting in her face, foreheads pressed together and noses brushing, her arms instinctively wrap around your neck.
“I don’t need you to tell me what to do…color?” Wrestling her onto her back again before she has more time to protest.
“Green,” moaned back to you, her eyes half-lidded, screaming fuck me through the tension. Lowly growling as you press your lips together, urgently trying to absorb as much of her as possible.
Making your way to her neck, you bite down viscously. She moans your name into your skin as you refuse to let go of her. You’re practically dripping onto her as she rakes her nails cruelly down your back, causing you to whimper into her.
“Fuck baby, I need you.” hoarsely stated, shaky hands tug at your waistband, trying to pull them off, moving . You’re inclined to help her remove them from your frame, finally unlatching from her neck and giving her just enough leverage to slide them off you.
“Let me feel you, baby. I’ve waited so long- need to feel you.” running her hands up your thighs, grazing over your slick covered skin until she reaches your core. Her finger glides past your clit a couple times causing you to almost get carried away grinding into her, before you snatch her hand away from you.
“Who’s the desperate one now?” Spat at you as your slick drips down her fingers slowly.
“It’s still you.” guiding her hand down to her own pussy, letting her smear your cum onto her. A loud wail leaves her mouth, feeling the warmth from your wetness against her, unable to stop herself from shoving her fingers inside.
Grabbing her cheeks, forcing her lips to pucker and making eye contact, you utter one single word that halts her in her tracks. “No.”
You remove her hand for her knowing she wasn’t going to do it herself. Whimpering at the lack of something inside of her, she’s reduced to just a begging mess for you. Your little whiney play thing.
“Pleaseeee, I’ve been so good.” rocking her hips, the attempt to feel something overpowers her need to be the little brat she was attempting to portray.
Smirking at her, you lean in to kiss her again. She’s melting into you, exactly where you want her to be. So desperate for you. Your hand wraps around her throat again, squeezing lightly before your fingers descend her torso, scratching along the way, and stopping right above her slit.
“Begging looks good on you. Are you sure you’re needy enough? Maybe I’ll make you wait all day…maybe I’ll make you wait all week, actually. I think you look too good like this…” sharply spat into her mouth as her brows furrow. The whiny little whore beneath you squirming, writhing for your touch, bucking her hips up.
“Maybe it’s because you can’t make me cum.” the whiney tone contradicts the words hissed, neediness has taken over and now she’s just trying to make you fuck her.
A smack on her cunt, followed by a loud shriek fills the room, her juices coating your hand and splatter against her thighs and yours.
“Try again” straight faced, despite how badly you want her, how badly you crave the way she tastes. She doesn’t need to know how close you are to fully devouring her.
“Unghh…fuck, please y/n. Please fuck me! I’m so fucking desperate for you. Want to cum for you. Fuck please please please.” tears brimming at how badly Sana aches for you. The knot building in your stomach pulls at all your senses, this was just as bad for you as it was for her.
“So pathetic…color?” gripping her hips tightly before getting on your knees, pulling her forward just a little bit and resting her legs on your shoulders.
“Gre-eeen…oh, shit.” stuttered as the warmth of your breath radiates up her thighs
The sounds she's making could make anyone weak for her. Yelping and arching her back, rutting her hips forward for more contact, the lustful whimpers begging you to use her in a way that you never thought you would.
“Look at me.”demanded before laying a long, slow, tantalizing lick from her entrance to her clit that has her unable to keep still, she’s absolutely rabid.
“More, please…fuc- I’ll do anything, just please…” almost weeping, running her fingers through your hair, gripping tightly and attempting to pull you closer to where she needed you the most. Putting your tongue out in preparation; you knew she was going to try to do this.
Allowing her to use your face for mere seconds, you force her hips down onto the mattress and give her another slow long lick. Taking back the control you allowed her to have and driving her insane all in one swift motion.
Hair completely all over the place, face red, and half lidded watery eyes look down at you, a single tear, reflecting your diligence in working her up, sluggishly plummets down her features before hitting the bedding with a thick thwap.
You mewl into her, securing your lips around her clit before running your tongue over it incessantly. She’s already close, body tensing under you, unable to keep still as you overstimulate her. You spent all this time working her up just for this moment where she would absolutely crumble for you.
“Fuck fuck fuck” followed by another string of unintelligible sounds solicited from her mouth. Immediately adding 2 fingers into her with no intention of taking it easy on her, immediately pumping at full speed just to watch her fall apart for you.
“Jesus fucking Christ!” Screamed out into the negative space of the room as Sana came around your fingers. Her silky smooth thighs tighten around your head, one hand grasping at sheets the other tugging your hair as you keep lapping at her aggressively.
“Fuck…wait wait…I’m gonna- oh my god” already hitting another stride of pleasure.
Pressing up into her roughly, the sound of her pussy crying for you makes you want to shatter her. Sucking, licking, and sliding a third finger into her, Sana falls apart around you again. Shaking violently as you hold her down against the sheets, tears running down her face as a flash of heat dances across her entire body in pure ecstasy.
Breathing heavily and sitting up, she grabs a fist full of your hair with one hand and leans back onto the other. Bucking her hips into your tongue wildly, panting and moaning loudly without a single care in the world.
Firmly holding your head in place, smearing her cum along your tongue and lips, completely lost in pleasure as she fucks your face in an attempt to push herself over the edge another time.
Letting her have her moment, you left your tongue out for her to use. Slurping every drop of her as she rides your mouth. Her pants are getting faster, body tensing again, moans being cut off by curses. She’s completely lost in her own pleasure when she finally manages to formulate a short and simple sentence..
“Good girl”
Ripping her off of you before she can fully finish using you. The frustration behind her eyes seers into you like a brand, eyes carving into your skin as you start sifting through nightstand drawers.
“Where is it?” almost shouted at her, trying to quickly locate the last thing you needed to prove the point that you were in charge. She knows exactly what you’re looking for, huffing over your question and pointing to the bottom drawer of the dresser across the room.
Quickly stepping over and finding it, the 8 inch strap heavy as you fix it around your hips, balance feeling almost off as you bring your attention back to Sana who is still rocking her hips and whimpering. Just where you want her.
“Flip over…color?” You’re practically leaking down your thighs and she fixes herself, ass up for you. Her back arched, face in the mattress and massive tattoo on full display as she taunts you by wiggling her ass against you.
“Fucking green…Fuck me, please! Need you inside so so so bad.” desperation weighs heavy in her voice and only grows worse as you grind the strap against her clit, teasing her even further. How far could you push her?
Smacking her sensitive little clit with the silicone a few times, building it up even further than you needed, just to see how she would react.
The sounds coming out of her are so pitiful, whining incoherently for you.
“You want it, Hm?” teasing the tip at the entrance before running it over her slit one last time. Pressing the head into her entrance, only the head.
“I’d bet you’ve dreamed about this moment.” removing the tip to watch her clench before gliding it back in painfully slow. Sana is just nodding her head and making sounds that could only be described as painfully needy.
“Dreamed about what it would be like for me to slam into you?” rapidly bottoming out into her, touching her cervix and staying in place.
“Does the little slut want to cockwarm my strap while I mark all over this tattoo? Let the world know who you belong to? Hm?” brutally sinking your teeth into the line work of the dragon that graced her back.
Reeling your hips back slowly, torturously staying with half the tip in, waiting to re-sheath it and leaving it buried inside of Minatozaki Sana. Just where it belonged, inside your perfect little toy and she couldn’t be any more feral for it. Trying to push back into you to feel something, even if it was just to feel full.
Finding a place on the other shoulder to bite down on, railing into her again. Creating a slow building rhythm that harmonizes with the symphony ejecting from Sana’s perfect lips. Like a crescendo building higher and higher as you slam into, getting faster in every thrust.
A scream, the snap of a knot, another belligerent bite down, and a continuous pace that wasn’t going to stop until she was unable to hold herself up, creating a whirlwind of heat and passion. Dragon tattoo on her waving into the waves the both of you created, Sana slamming back into you with your hands on her hip, pulling down and creating leverage for yourself.
It didn’t take long for her legs to give out, fully spasming into the bedding, gasping for air when you finally let go of the flesh on her back, tasting a mixture of her and iron on your tongue, licking the wound before laying sweet kisses on her back and neck.
Carefully removing the strap from her, she moans at the loss of what filled her. You watch her muscles contract and laugh to yourself as you remove the leather off your hips and crawl up next to her.
Sana’s still laying stomach down horizontally across the bed, breathing heavily with her eyes closed. Tapping her shoulder, you lift an arm and offer for her to cozy up with you and she is happy to take it.
Arms and legs wrapped around each other, dragging the tips of your fingers over the bite marks and ink, you can’t help but ponder when she got the tattoo.
“Can I ask you something?” whispered to her, not willing to remove any comfort that she currently had from her grasp.
“Mhm.” hummed back at you in pure exhaustion, you can feel her body relaxing onto yours- she’s about to fall asleep.
‘Why did you go for a back tattoo? Out of all the tattoos I thought you could get, a very large dragon was not on my list.” chuckling as you spoke, watching the coy smile form on her face through a sleep filled haze.
“I wanted to give you something to look at.”
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#baekho#nu'est#nuest baekho#guys in jeans#blue jeans#male abs#tattoos#silver jewelry#asian muscle#asian men#muscle#biceps#handsome#waterbomb#wet hair#kpop idols#male idols
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Seungmin + chk chk boom mv making film.
#stray kids#skz#kim seungmin#bystay#skz gifs#skzedit#jesskz#stray kids gifs#createskz#seungminsource#vocalracha#staydaily#kpopedit#kpop gifs#first shot went crazy. seungmin get a face tattoo. jk. unless.
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steve who got a lower back tattoo on a drunken dare in his late 20s and forgets it's there most of the time. steve who stretches one night at a party and his shirt rides up exposing the swirling lines that peek out from under his belt line. steve who doesn't think anything of it and forgets to pull his shirt back down as he leans forward on the couch while talking with the group, basking in the welcomed burn of a certain pair of eyes locked on him.
eddie who's sitting next to him, gripping the back of the couch cushion where his arm is slung around his long term crush like it's the only tether he has to planet earth because not only does steve have a tattoo, but it's right there. eddie who takes in a shuddering breath and can't pull his gaze away from the ink that spreads low over tanned skin that he longs to explore. eddie who digs his other hand into his knee to keep it from doing anything stupid like running his fingers over the tattoo or pulling steve up to go to the spare bedroom.
steve who shoots frozen-in-place eddie a knowing smirk after a few seconds as he leans over even further before standing up and holding out his hand in invitation anyway. eddie who finds out later in the night that he doesn't have to wonder what the tattoo feels like under his fingers for much longer.
#listen.... i saw a kpop artist i like with a new back tattoo and this just.... happened#mayhaps this will work it's way into a fic of mine at some point but idk#this is so unrealistic dont mind me#alright whos gonna bite the bullet and write this smut for me because i surely don't have the time for another wip#steddie headcanon#my writing#steddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie drabble
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okay victon tattoo
🖋️ laceyroseink
#kpop#victon#vickeybong#seungsik#seungwoo#heo chan#byungchan#sejun#hanse#subin#alice#tattoo#kpop tattoo#skz#stray kids
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muscles and tattoos - jjk
summary: you love your boyfriends muscles and tattoos || warnings: none || genre: fluff, established relationship || word count: approximately 400
you loved your boyfriend's arms
and i mean... could anyone blame you?
the answer is no
i mean, first of all, they were so muscular
and not only were they muscular but they were just so big
andddd on top of all that, one of them was all tatted up
you loved it
and dw, jungkook knew that
when you guys first started dating, you tried to be more subtle about it
when he would walk around in his wife beaters, his arms on full display, you had to act chill and act like you totally weren't freaking out
when he hugged you from behind, you had to act like you weren't staring at his hands and arms
you had to act like you weren't melting into his hold
until jungkook realized how much you liked it one day and you didn't have to anymore..
it was so different now
a big habit of yours would be to trace his tattoos
you'd do it mindlessly while watching a movie together
or while you're in some waiting room somewhere
especially when you're cuddled up in bed together
you'd wake up earlier than him a lot of the time (unsurprisingly since he stayed up really late most of the time)
you didn't exactly want to leave the bed yet but at the same time, you didn't have anything better to do so....
your eyes would go over to his arm which was always draped over your torso
you'd bring your hand to it and would just trace all the little designs and letters
it didn't only calm you but him as well
for example...
whenever jungkook is really stressed with work
and just needing some comforting
you'd lay with him and just trace his tattoos
the feeling of your fingers softly grazing his skin was so relaxing for him
he'd end up calming down
anyways, enough with his tattoos
sorry i just love them so much
i feel like his arms would be such a comforting thing for you
unconsciously too
like whenever you guys were in a crowded place, your first instinct would be to hold onto his arm
or whenever you were scared after watching a horror movie, you'd hold onto his arm as you walked back to your bedroom (yes i was thinking back to my other post lol)
jungkook would love it so much too because it really showed that you felt safe around him
and you really did
ᥫ᭡ link to my masterlist
#bts#bts x reader#kim namjoon#kim seokjin#min yoongi#jung hoseok#park jimin#kim taehyung#jeon jungkook#jeon jungkook x reader#jungkook#jungkook x reader#jeon jungkook imagine#jungkook imagine#kpop#romance#established relationship#fluff#i love his big arms#and i love his tattoos even more#luciathcv
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Tattoos..
Jungkook x reader
Genre; Fluff, (older) brother's best friend
Characters; Jungkook, Y/n
Summary; What happens when your brother's best friend, who you haven't see in over 3 years, has to pick you up from the airport?
Warnings; None. (Slightly suggestive)
Main Masterlist Bts Masterlist
(Let's pretend he only has tattoos past his wrist for this one 🤓)
"What do you mean you're not here?"
"I can't be there but I've sent Jungkook, you know him."
"Of course.." I sigh hanging up and braced myself walking out of the airport.
He said Jungkook was here, his best friend. Last time I had seen him was almost 3 years ago. He was a 19yr old typical college nerd at the time, just hot, somehow. I was 17, with a tiny crush.
I tried to hide it at least.
I walked out scanning the number of cars and their owners standing outside, scanning for the same mop of hair, baggy clothes, maybe a beanie..
Someone familiar slid in front of me, shit.
He was tall, buff, hair, longer now, brushed back carelessly, were those piercings? My mouth was probably open for all kinds of bugs.
A hand waves in front of me, snapping me out of my daze. Shit this was him??
"Jungkook?" I widen my eyes a little.
"It's me." He smiles, his toothy grin still the same.
Oh confidence, how it changes a person. And this man had stacks of it he probably chest pressed in the gym.
I think my knees are giving out.
"When did you get piercings?" He chuckles grabbing my bags walking to his car, loading the car walking to open a car door, I followed him absentminded.
"We'll talk when you sit." He gestures to the open door, tilting his head. I nod and sit.
Why did my brother not tell me Jungkook got piercings?! This is life altering information!
I wait for him to climb in, buckle up and start driving. "You've changed, huh?"
He laughs before looking at me, cocking a brow "Good or bad?"
"Good, definitely good." I smile at him, his eyebrow piercing shining when he looks back.
We had a good 45 minute drive home I got bored of looking at the same old architecture from before turning to see, oogle, Jungkook.
I've never seen him drive before, I scan his face, his bedhead evident through his messy hair, slight crease of the forehead, pierced eyebrows shadowing his doe eyes puffy from sleep but focused on the road, an oblivious pout adorning his pierced lips. I slowly travel down, his patented black hoodie covering him along with black trousers. Travelling back upto his face I notice a smirk playing at his lips noting my, not so subtle staring.
I clear my throat "Were you sleeping just before coming here?"
"That hasn't changed." He glances at me once. "For good." I laugh at his addition.
After a moment I look back, continuing scanning him for changes, I look at his hands on the steering wheel, something peeking under his sleeve peaking my curiosity. "What's that? Under your sleeve?"
He glances at his wrist, looking at me with a smug smile "What do you think it is?"
It looked like drawing, maybe ink. Could it be? "You have tattoos?" Surprise evident in my voice, my expression holding the same, eyes widened with my mouth agape.
I look at Jungkook to see his expression holding a sense of pride.
"Jeon Jungkook! Does aunty hate you now?!" He laughs at my reaction as I turn in my seat towards him.
"Now now, no need for all that princess."
He pulls his hands away from the steering wheel, rolling up the sleeve of his tattoo covered arm, resting said arm between us. "You can see, I don't mind."
I stare at his arm, it's covered in tattoos. Drawings, shapes, words, objects. I lean forward, they look intricate, must've taken him hours, days all together.
"Princess?"
I hum in response unable to pull myself away from his arm covered in memories, some meaningful, some silly.
"You can touch..." His voice falters, he didn't think he would be so effected by you simply admiring his tattoos.
I snap my eyes to his as soon as I register his words, I scanned his face to look for hesitation, all I caught was a slight nibbling of his lips. Now I wasn't gonna pass up that opportunity.
"Wait, are you sure? You're driving." Even though I was excited I didn't wanna crash.
"Let me worry about that, princess." He glances at me once a hint of a smile on his face.
"Okay, but don't blame me if it tickles." He laughs at my words, smiling at me, a full smile.
I lean in a little, my hand tentatively going up to his wrist, my touch light as I traced over his forearm. Feeling him shift slightly I stop for a moment but continue.
When I reached the crook of his elbow, I saw more hidden ink, braving myself to push his sleeve further up, I held my breath.
Jungkook on the other hand held a mix of surprise and cockiness in himself. He felt light tingles at your touch, his other hand tightening around the steering wheel.
Jungkook was burning. How was this effecting him so much? You were simply admiring his tattoos, a lot of people do that. Perhaps it was the expression you held, absolute adoration, you looked enthralled or...
...maybe his secret liking towards you.
My thoughts were swirling, I was touching him, he didn't push me away, he's stupidly buff now.
"Princess, we're here."
"What?" I snap my head up, looking out the window to see my parents house, indeed we were here.
Looking back at him, noting the light blush covering his neck, his failed attempt at holding eye contact, was he, dare I say, flustered? I smirked slightly.
"You have beautiful tattoos."
"Huh? Yeah, they're pretty cool." He leans back in his seat, smug smile on his face.
We break out of the comfortable silence when my phone rings, my brother asking how far away we are.
I quickly climb out, Jungkook following. He moved to get my luggage walking in with me.
"You got any other surprises for me?" I look up at him, a ghost of a smirk on my lips.
He chuckles lightly, eyeing me and leaning in a few inches from me, he whispers "Maybe I'll let you look for yourself..."
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#bts#bangtan#bts fanfic#jungkook#jeon jungkook#junkook x reader#jungkook x y/n#bts fluff#junkook fluff#jk#kpop#tattoos...#bts x reader
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I mean we all knew how fucked up kpop contracts are but still reading this feels so dystopian (this is kg's contract with jype btw)
#like i can kinda slightly get tattoos/piercings but skin colour?? 🖕🏻🖕🏻🖕🏻#also the assigned personality part 🤡🤡🤡#I think it's obvious but kpop stans will kill you if you suggest that about their faves#even though some of the former idols have actually admitted that#turns out it's literally written in their contracts#vcha#jype
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