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Starf☆cker

Genre: smut, strangers to lovers

Pairings: tattoo artist/rockstar!Seonghwa x fem!reader

WC: 6.5k

Summary: who knew you could make a usually scary looking dude show his soft side

Warnings: dom!Hwa x sub!reader, tattooed Seonghwa (that should be a warning on its own), degrading words (just slut a couple times), dirty talking, slight manhandling, oral fem receiving, fingering, choking, praising, doggy, slight overstimulation, creampie, mild cumplay, unprotected sex, make outs

A/N: so here’s a fic that’s been collecting dust in my drafts for about 2 months now 😅 I havent been in a good headspace to write even tho my hands have been itching to come up with something but there haven’t been any good ideas. I decided to revisit this fic and tweaked it up a bit, enough to make it good to post hope yall enjoy ☺️

» [StarFucker- Ginger Taylor] « “He sets my face on fire always, I try to fan it out”

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The bell above the parlor chimes, the sound twinkling through the small shop. Your nose twitches at the strong smell of alcohol mixed with faint incense. The front desk is vacant, in fact anyone would have thought the parlor was closed if it wasn’t for the neon open sign hanging from the window. A wave of anxiety washes over you, immediately you suck in a deep breath trying to calm your raging nerves. Maybe I should just go home, you fight the voices in your head telling you it’s best if you just went home and put off this tattoo for a little longer; you’d been waiting for months now, what was a little longer?

Just as you’re about to make the decision to leave, a man emerges from the back room, taking his place behind the counter. His raven colored hair is gelled back, though a few strands have fallen forward over his eyes. He wears a distressed knitted sweater that sticks to his slender frame. You aren’t able to see much of his skin but you can tell he’s tatted up by the way some of the ink peeks through the holes on his sleeves. His presence feels heavy, suffocating even– your skin crawls under his intense gaze and all you wanna do is shrivel up into dust and float away.

“How can I help you?” His voice is syrupy and smooth, yet laced with a hint of gruffness.

Seonghwa studies you. You definitely looked out of place in his shop, your colorful clothing contrasting the black paint and artwork displayed on the walls.

“Um…” You squeak.

Oh this would be interesting, Seonghwa thinks, he leans forward, resting his forearms on the counter, eyes heavy set on you. He finds the way you fiddle with your hands adorable until you finally swallow thickly and follow with– “Seonghwa right?”

He nods.

“Your shop was recommended to me by Wooyoung?” You say, though it comes out more as a question. Seonghwa lets out an airy laugh and nods.

“Ah yes, Wooyoung.” He wonders how you and Wooyoung even knew each other as he was certain you and the guy had completely different interests.

Finally feeling comfortable enough, you decide to stop beating around the bush and approach the glass counter where you place your phone displaying a beautiful piece of artwork.

“I want to get a sternum tattoo, something along the lines of this.” Seonghwa studies the art piece and shakes his head.

“I’m sorry but I can’t do any artwork that is not my own.”

“I-I– well of course not, but you can draw right? This is just mere inspiration, the piece can be whatever you can come up with.” You bite your lip, hoping that this guy can make your vision come to life, and doesn’t see you as a stupid girl who wears Barbie doll pink clothing and has no place in this grungy world.

You were a pretty girl and if Seonghwa could have someone as beautiful as you display his artwork, shit he’d tattoo every square inch of your body if you asked him to.

“Okay,” He nods, rubbing his temple, “it will take me a while. If you want to start today you can come back in a couple hours.”

You shake your head, no.

“It’s okay there’s no rush, I can come back tomorrow if you have an opening.”

Seonghwa opens his appointment book, running his fingers down the page.

“I have a ten to twelve slot open. Wanna stop by then?” He meets your eyes and he swears he sees them sparkle.

Excitement bubbles in you and you can’t help the smile that breaks on your face,

“Yes, that works– thank you so much!”

He blabbers on about a down payment and the total for the piece though you can barely concentrate when he looks this attractive. In the end you place your deposit and leave the shop feeling rather content.

When the door closes behind you, Seonghwa notices how dull the place suddenly looked without you in it. He shakes his head and rubs his eyes, his exhaustion clearly catching up to him. Never had he looked forward to tattooing someone more than he had now. So much so, he’d stopped working on one of his other client’s designs to get started on yours. He opened his Ipad, immediately getting to work. With you in mind, the vision for this sternum tattoo came easy to him. Something dainty and fragile that held a lot of who you were as a person in it– or at least what he perceived you as. He was done in 2 hours flat, he messaged you as soon as he’d transferred the design to physical paper.

Hwa: It’s done, please arrive 15 minutes before your appointment, thank you and see you soon.

Dollie: Thank you so much Hwa! Can’t wait to see it, thanks again! :)

He smiles at the text, catching himself immediately.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” His voice resonates in the empty shop. This session would be the longest hours of his life.

***

Another gig done, Seonghwa couldn’t feel any more on top of the world. Life seemed to be going good recently and he was thankful for that. People cheered for him as he came off stage, immediately he made a beeline for the VIP booth that the club always reserved for him and his group plus a couple of girls that always hung around them.

“Heard you met my girl today.” Wooyoung says, wiping the sweat off his forehead as he plops down next to his bandmate.

Seonghwa nods, “I didn’t know you were friends with a Pilates Princess.”

Wooyoung shoots him a questioning look,

“Dude c’mon now, the way she dresses? In all pink and shit, she looks like she’s about to hit her 8am pilates class. It’s kinda cute though.” He mutters the last part, taking a swig from his beer bottle.

Wooyoung laughs, finally understanding what Seonghwa was referring to.

“That’s just her, I’ve known her since middle school. She’s always been like that, loves her bright colors. She’s a real sweetheart– be gentle with her.” Seonghwa scoffs, louder than he needs to.

“No promises, I tattoo her tomorrow, I’m scared that if I press too hard she’ll crack.”

“Alright now, she’s a tough girl, she can take it. Trust me.” Wooyoung cheekily winks at Seonghwa, whose eyebrows shoot up in shock.

“What is that supposed to mean? Have you and her…”

Wooyoung shakes his head rapidly,

“No no, JellyBelly is like a sister to me. I mean more so as in she’s a tough girl, she’s been through things, get your head out of the gutter.” Wooyoung teases, smacking his shoulder.

Seonghwa nods at this new information Wooyoung gives him. Deciding it wasn’t his place to ask any more questions he diverts the topic to the show they’d played tonight. Though you reside in the back of his mind.

***

You had barely slept out of pure excitement, you took a full shower, really preparing for this new tattoo.

“I won't be able to scrub as hard once I get it done.” You had told yourself. You decided against tight clothing, settling for some loose sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt, ditching your bra.

The bell above the door jingles and almost immediately Seonghwa is at the front desk. He was so excited to see you again, though it had only been a day. You looked relaxed today, the white shirt with pink sweats combo making you stand out once more.

“Hi Seonghwa!”

“Hey good to see you! I thought you would’ve had a change of heart.” A light flush coats your cheeks at his teasing words. He hands you a clipboard and a pen, suddenly you feel overwhelmed at the insane amount of text on the form.

“Fill this out for me and I’ll take your ID for a copy.” Pulling out the plastic card, you hand it to him. He leaves you alone as he disappears towards the printer at the back of the shop. Meanwhile, you fly through the paperwork sliding the clipboard towards him when he reappears.

“Alright, follow me to the back.” You sheepishly trail after him.

There, on the counter is a white sheet, you almost gasp when you see the full design. Fine lines stem from the center of what would essentially be tattooed between your breasts, swirling together to create a bunch of stems interlaced with a variety of dainty flowers decorating the ends. Intricate leaves branch out, all of which would be covering the area under your breasts.

“Oh my god, Seonghwa!” You gasp getting closer to the sheet, “this is beautiful.”

You turn to look at him and he wears a proud smile, it makes him look different? He usually wore this persona of being a tough guy who was in a band, tattooed as one of his jobs and was deemed scary, but in this moment he was anything but that.

“I'm so glad you liked it, it's definitely a delicate piece, perfect for a girl like you.” You can’t help the heat rushing to your cheeks. Suddenly the room feels hot and you fan yourself, an action that doesn’t go unnoticed by Seonghwa.

“Ready to get started?”

He begins to set up his station, while you set your stuff down and pull your hair up. You hop on the chair, reclining back.

“Um…” Seonghwa awkwardly coughs, when you turn to look at him he stares at you expectantly. Then you realize you still had your shirt on,

You stay oddly silent, a wave of embarrassment rolling up your body.

“I’m not wearing a bra.” You mutter.

“Uh, I can tape something over you to cover your…” he trails off motioning to his own chest. When you don’t say anything he continues, “or you can stay bare, it’s nothing I haven’t seen before but I want you to be comfortable.”

You contemplate for a second, before pulling your top off.

Seonghwa watches as you fold the shirt on your lap, eyes shooting up to meet yours. You lean back into the cushion, chest out and ready for him. You questioned where you got this confident boost from, still you remain calm swallowing thickly at how heavy his presence felt.

Seonghwa doesn’t say anything, he scoots his stool under him and takes a seat.

You stare at the ceiling boards, focused on the feeling of the plastic razor run over your skin. His fingers lather you in the stencil transfer gel, he lays the thin sheet over your skin letting it rest for a minute until he peels it back.

The squeaking of his wheely stool fills the room followed by light metallic taps on his tray, finally you hear him take a deep breath.

“Okay, you ready?” He asks and all you can do is nod.

The first touch is electrifying, you laugh at yourself in your head. How touch starved were you? That the feeling of your tattoo artist leaning his hand against your skin is enough to wake something up in you. The pressure is constant as he drags the needle over the fine lines. Your skin is on fire by the time he's halfway done with lining.

“Do you need a break?” His voice brings you back to reality.

“Uh no,” your throat is hoarse.

“Maybe when you’re done lining, I’ll take a water break.” You say, in a soft voice.

“Okay let me know if you need anything.”

With that he resumes the line work, by the time he finishes your left underboob you really start to feel the pain.

Seonghwa is focused on not fucking up the lines, yet you make that hard when he feels intoxicated by your scent. You smelled so sweet and fresh, and your skin so supple and warm under his hand despite the barrier of his gloves. He presses particularly hard over one area and you whimper. The sound shoots straight down to his cock. He pulls back and closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, you were really doing a number on him. Just a few more lines. He reminded himself.

After a full hour the line work is complete. You go to stand up but he stops you.

“Please be gentle with yourself and stand up slowly, there’s no way you don’t feel faint in the head after all of that.” You nod and slowly rise, reaching for your pink water bottle. You sip on some water, watching Seonghwa disappear into the back closet and come out with a bag of jelly beans.

“Have some, they’ll keep your blood sugar up so you don’t pass out on me.” You take the bag and immediately pop some in your mouth.

“I love jelly beans.” You mumble, and the tattoo artist laughs.

“Is that why your nickname is JellyBelly?” You almost choked on the sweets melting in your mouth, how’d he know that? Then you realized, Wooyoung.

“Only Wooyoung calls me that,” you pout, feeling betrayed that your friend had given up your nickname like that.

“It’s okay, it’s cute.” Seonghwa says, reorganizing his station. Your cheeks flare up and you fan yourself out. Something he had taken notice of that you did any time he made you blush.

***

After another long hour of shading the piece was done. When you looked in the mirror you couldn’t stifle the gasp that ripped through you. It was exactly what you had envisioned, it was delicate, intricate, it was beautiful. After Seonghwa cleaned it and wrapped it you couldn’t help but give him a hug, one he sheepishly returned.

“Sorry, I don’t know if you like hugs or not, but this was worth one. I can see why Wooyoung trusts you.”

He shrugs it off,

“Thank you, for trusting me.”

Just as he finishes the payment transaction and you’re about to walk through the door, he stops you.

“Do you wanna come by Precious Club tomorrow night? I’ll be playing with the band.” The invite comes with little to no thought, even Seonghwa shocks himself. His heart pounds in his chest as he watches your pretty face contort into a smile.

“Yes of course!” He relaxes when you accept his invite, you wave him one final goodbye. His eyes trained on you as he watched you leave through the glass windows.

He buries his head in his hands, confused at how giddy he’d been feeling since you'd walk through the damn door. Never had he ever acted this way towards one of his clients. He got pretty girls coming in to get tattooed by him in masses, yet no one ever stuck out to him. Sure he’d had a couple of hook ups with a few of his clients here and there but never did he crave such a slow burn feeling more than now. He wanted to take his time with you, get to know you, really find out who you were, he wanted to work for it.

No amount of disinfectant could get rid of your scent that still lingered in the shop even after hours. It reminded Seonghwa of how close he’d been to you, your warmth, even the small whimpers you’d let out whenever he’d go over a specific area.

“Fuck.” He breathed out, squeezing the poor cleaner bottle in his hand. Deciding enough was enough, he finished cleaning and locked up the parlor; ready to kick back and smoke a joint while he probably rubbed one out to the thought of you.

***

“Wooyoung.” You whined, throwing a tantrum on your carpeted floor.

“What, what!” Your best friend exclaimed resting on your bed scrolling through his phone.

“What do I wear? You know best you’re in the band with the guy.” You remind him, he’s too focused on his phone to answer right away.

“Wooyoung!” He finally brings his attention to you, dropping his phone on your bed.

“Jeez JellyBelly,” He stands up walking over to your closet. He stands there for a second before turning to you.

“Yeah you’re cooked, none of this matches the vibes.”

You groan and throw yourself back on your floor.

“Why are you stressing? Seonghwa would want you to just dress like you normally do. If you show up in a grungy outfit, it’ll be obvious that that’s just not who you are.”

His words echo in your brain. He did have a point, but you didn’t want to be looked at sideways at a renowned rock club.

“It’ll be fine JellyBelly,” he reassures patting your head,

“I have to go though, tech starts in half an hour. I’m excited for you to be there. I can’t believe it took another guy asking you to come for you to attend one of my shows.” He feigns hurt.

“I love you Woo.” Is all you can say, and that genuinely pulls a laugh out of him.

He sees himself out and you are left to come up with this outfit all alone. After a couple of rounds of mix and matching you settled for the color scheme of black and pink. You figured it was the perfect mix of Seonghwa’s favorite color and yours.

The pair of black flared jeans wrap around your hips and thighs beautifully, you top them off with a baby tee reading ‘Star Fucker’ in pink glittery letters, was it a bold move? Yes. Did you care? Not at all– if anything, it’d be a fun conversation starter. Your makeup is soft like always, your hair pulled back into two messy braids with strands framing your face.

The commute to the club is a rather long one. Settling on the fact that you wanted to drink, you decided to leave your car home and take the bus, only the ride was 45 minutes too long.

The club peeks into view and immediately your heart pounds, the line is out the door and wrapping around the building. Never in a million years did you think Wooyoung’s band was this famous but here you were. The line consisted of mostly girls with a few guys thrown in here and there.

The bus drops you off at the stop halfway up the block, as you walk towards the back of the line you can’t help but feel the gazes of the girls in line burning through you. It was a mix of judgemental and admirable looks, some would even smile at you if you made eye contact with them. As soon as the doors opened the line begins moving rather quickly.

“20 dollars at the door, cash only!” The bouncer yells, the girl in front of you pays quickly and now you’re face to face with the big man.

“I-i don’t have cash, but I know the members.” The bouncer scoffs,

“You know how many times I’ve heard that story? Silly girl. Next-”

“No wait, I'm serious, im frien-” You’re cut off by a man with an earpiece coming out, he leans into the bouncer's ear, telling him something.

“Well I guess today is your lucky day. Come on in.”

The girls behind you mutter in confusion. You step into the dark club, already the air is filled with smoke. The lights hazy through the thick clouds in the room. People are lined up in the pit securing their spots, given your short stature you head for the small balcony where you manage to stand against the railing looking down at the stage and crowd. Minutes tick by agonizingly slow, you even went down to the bar to get a drink. You rest against the barricade sipping on your amaretto sour until you finish it, getting another one right as the show is about to start.

“I don’t see her anywhere.” Seonghwa mutters, peeking through a crack in the black curtains. Wooyoung taps him and points up.

Seonghwa feels his heart race when he spots you, he smiles and retreats back into the dark backstage area.

“What the fuck is wrong with me man?” He mutters. Wooyoung looks at his friend with a concerned look, never had he seen his bandmate so distressed, not even his first break up had him looking like this.

“I like her. I like her a lot, I don’t think I’ve ever been this much into someone till now.” He sighs rubbing his face with his palm.

Wooyoung suddenly feels proud, “what can I say I’m a matchmaker.”

Seonghwa sends him a playful glare.

“Shut up, you did not send her to me because you’re a matchmaker.”

Wooyoung shrugs, “well not necessarily but she wanted a tattoo– you’re looking for someone, she’s looking for someone. It worked out.”

Seonghwa is about to reply with a smart comment but the lights going out and the roar of the crowd bring him back to reality. It was show time.

The set starts off strong with a crowd favorite. You watched in awe at how good Seonghwa was on stage. Occasionally you’d jump at the sudden boom of the base shaking through you. Rock was not something you’d ever listen to in your own time but it wasn’t bad to listen to in a moment like this one; besides you were supporting your friends.

For two songs straight it’s like you were in a trance, the way Seonghwa moved and sang, basically pouring his soul out into the stage was so captivating. The heat of the stage lights broke him out into a pool of sweat making him look like an angel glowing in the darkness. He looked absolutely breathtaking and you felt yourself falling for him more and more as the set went on.

“How’s everyone feeling tonight?” His voice is loud and raspy into the mic, sending a wave down to your core.

“We are Prestige Academy, thank you all for coming tonight.” Seonghwa is panting, taking sips of his water to refresh his raw throat.

“Alright now, this next song means a lot to me, a lot to us as a group. This is ‘What You Do to Me’, make some noise if you’ve ever been in fuckin’ love, lets go.”

Your heart flutters as the pounding of the drums fills the room once more. You listen intently at the lyrics, it was definitely a song about yearning for someone. You watch with a smile; the song slows down for the bridge. You watch intently, feeling the energy in the room shift when you see him reach a hand up towards the balcony. His hair sticks to his face, sweat fully pouring off him now, his eyeliner is smudged around his eyes adding to the darkness swirling in them. Still, you can clearly see his eyes are locked on you. Your stomach swirls, something deep in you burning for him like never before, you needed him.

Every word muttered into the mic regains new meaning for Seonghwa, you’d come into his life like an unexpected storm and instead of questioning his feelings, in this very moment he finally accepted them. You feel your cheeks heat up, bringing a hand up to cool yourself down. There it is, Seonghwa thinks, the sole indicator of what he did to you.

He pulls away from the mic for the guitar break.

After an almost 1 and a half hour set, the show was over. Some fans left while others lingered around the backstage entrance, hoping to at least get an interaction. You take a seat down at the bar this time, hoping to see two familiar faces coming from the back soon. It's not long when high pitched squeals fill the room, you are able to see Seonghwa walking through the crowd followed by Wooyoung and the other bandmates.

Waving a few hellos, you notice when he spots you, right away making a beeline for your spot on the bar.

“Hey!” He greets with a smile and you stand up to hug him. He gently wraps his arms around you. You give Wooyoung a hug as well.

“You guys did amazing!” Seonghwa takes in your outfit, chuckling to himself when he reads your shirt. Wooyoung disappears off to what you assumed was VIP so you are left with Seonghwa. As soon as you meet his eyes he motions to his chest.

“What’s that about?” Your cheeks redden when you realize what he's talking about. You shrug trying to play it cool.

“Do you like it?” You ask, he can’t help but nod. You in this dark club that plays music that you surely don’t listen to, just for him; it was perfect.

“You’re perfectly out of place.” He whispers in your ear. You feel so small under his intense gaze, never had you had someone break you down this easily.

Seonghwa’s mind swirled with different thoughts, he wanted to get you alone and just talk each other's ears off about anything. You watch him hesitate a bit as he searches the VIP area until he catches Wooyoung’s gaze. He motions something to him and grabs your hand, stringing you along somewhere, though you don't ask where, you were just happy you were with him.

Now you sit face to face at a small family owned Mexican restaurant across the street from the club.

“So are you in school?” He asks, mouth full of a steak taco. You giggle and nod.

“Yeah, I get my medical assistant certification at the end of this month. Then I might do nursing. I’m not too sure yet.”

Seonghwa nods, rather impressed at what you did outside of this little bubble he’d put you in. He was intrigued, he needed to know more.

“Are you in school?” You return the question.

There's an awkward pause at your question, til he lets out a loud chuckle. When he sees your confused expression he contains himself.

“Oh you’re being serious.” He hums and shakes his head, “nah, I decided to become a full time tattoo artist and do music on the side. Surprisingly I make enough money to sustain myself.”

You chat like you’d know the guy for ages. The more he learns about you the deeper he falls, you are so perfect in his eyes. There was no question about where he wanted to take this, he was certain he wanted you as his; to put a label on this. He could only hope you felt the same. He’d fallen fast and that scared him.

He pulls up to the side of your apartment, immediately he steps out rounding the car and pulling your door open. You step out, sheepishly walking towards your front door.

“Thank you so much for tonight. I needed a good distraction.”

He gasps, faking offense, “so I'm a distraction?” Immediately you shake your head. “Of course not!”

He smiles at your frustration and you playfully shove him.

“You know what I mean Seonghwa.” There’s a comfortable pause.

He shuffles a bit on his feet, looking adorably awkward. Your eyes meet his and slowly you lean in for a kiss. Typically you never kissed on the first date but this, this felt so right, he felt so right. He lets your plump lips touch his, without second thought he pulls you in. The kiss escalating fast. He suddenly pulls away leaving you wanting more.

“Not tonight baby.” He whispers, resting his forehead against yours. You whimper at the feeling of what you want most being ripped away.

“I wanna do this right. Okay?” He asks, looking down at you with the most loving eyes, and so you nod. You unlock your door and he lets you go with a kiss to your cheek.

***

The dates with Seonghwa didn’t end there, he’d taken you on a total of five dates, asking you to make it official on the fifth one. He spoiled you greatly, treating you like an absolute princess. You’d never experienced such great love and care in a relationship until now.

You quickly learned he was a hardworking guy, he’d stay up for hours working on new tattoo pieces, or writing lyrics for a new song. He burned himself out often and you always tried to contribute to his well being. You were more than happy to be that breath of fresh air that got his mind off everything when he needed it.

Tonight was one of those nights. You told him to come over, that it was okay if he stayed over. You heard him hesitate over the phone, but you reassured him that it’d be okay. Only after hanging up the call did you feel a wave of nervousness. What if we end up having sex? You’d never gone past kissing, but you were sure he’d never put you in an uncomfortable position. You cleaned your apartment, sweeping and mopping under every crevice you could think of, by the time you were done your apartment was spotless. With very little time to spare you showered and dressed in the cutest pajama set.

As if manifested by thought, Seonghwa was knocking at your door. He came in looking sweaty, eyeliner smudged and hair disheveled. He’d just come back from a show which explained the large duffel in his hand.

“Hey baby.” He greeted, pressing a kiss to your lips. You wrapped yourself around him and he relaxed in your hold breathing in your comforting scent.

“Bathroom is free for whatever you need okay?” You tell him, knowing he was raging for a shower.

“I’m being so honest, I think I'll be skipping dinner tonight. I am so tired.” He mumbles going in for another hug. You gladly wrap your arms around him again.

“That's okay baby.”

Seonghwa melts under the hot stream of water, he couldn’t believe he was in your shower at this very moment. Remember what he’d said about life going well these days? Well now it was going great. He stepped out of the shower, dried off and dressed in some basketball shorts and a wife beater. He brushed his hair back in the mirror, letting the wet strands dry towards the back of his head.

When he walks into your room, you feel your breath get lodged in your throat. With his tattoos on full display you were feasting on his exposed skin. You traced each one with your eyes, even making note of those that you hadn't even seen before. They were absolutely breathtaking. He hops into bed with you, laying so you're face to face. He brings one hand up to brush your hair out of your face, then he runs it down to grip your dainty hand in his. You watch as the small butterflies tattooed in his hands stretch and condense as he flexes his hand.

You swallow thickly, feeling a fire burning deep in your core.

“Seonghwa.” You whisper. He hums gently.

“What is it baby/”

He can see your mild hesitation before you open your lips.

“I just want you to make me yours…fully.” His heart flutters at the softness in your words, you were so perfect, so malleable. He wanted to break you into nothing, show you his love in its entirety; because that's what you deserved.

He doesn't speak a word, instead he cups your cheek and pulls you towards him, he lifts his head to slot his lips against yours. Without missing a beat you adjust yourself to lay on your back while he hovers over you. His hands though very careful feel rough on your skin as he freely explores, touching and feeling what he hadn’t before.

“Are you okay?” He asks, pulling away for a second.

“Yes Hwa please, touch me, don't hold back.” You burned for him, you needed him. He sighs, god what were you doing to him?

“I don't wanna break you.” He mumbles peppering kisses along your jaw.

“What if I want you to?” That was all the confirmation he needed.

He dived into your neck, leaving small splotches here and there, working his way down till he reached the waistband of your shorts. He pulls them off in a smooth movie, leaving you in nothing but your sleeping top and panties. On your own accord you pull the tank top off leaving you bare to his eyes.

When he sees the almost healed tattoo on your chest he swears he almost cums on sight. Seonghwa feasts his eyes on your tits, hand immediately groping and toying with your hard buds. You arch into his touch to which he leans down and brings one of your breasts to his mouth. He suckles and twirls his tongue around while you writhe underneath him. He wastes no time in pulling your panties off while also stripping himself down to his boxers. He lays down on his belly to reach the heat between your thighs. He gropes your supple skin under his hands, leaving pink fingerprints all over.

“Seonghwa please.” You whine, hips bucking towards his mouth.

“Stay still.” He smacks the side of your thigh, pulling a whimper out of you but making you lay as still as possible for him. In the act of pressing your eyes closed you feel him before you see him. His mouth dives into your sopping core. Lips encircling around your clit as he worked you towards what you wanted most. Your mouth drops open, hands fighting to find purchase on something, anything.

“f-fuck .”

Your legs threatened to close, but Seonghwa wrapped his arms around your thighs pulling you open and keeping you there.

He feats like a man starved, you were the sweetest thing he’d ever had, he was addicted to your taste. His tongue prods at your hole before running backup to your sensitive nub.

“Hwa- fingers pleas-e.” He chuckles at your request.

He suddenly stops getting on his knees and looming over you. One hand reaches between your thighs while the other runs up to rest against your throat. He stays there for a moment, you give him a reassuring nod, your own hand encircling around his wrist to pull him tighter against your throat.

He takes two of his long digits running them up and down your cunt before pushing in, hand around your throat tightening. Your whines fill the room as he pumps his digits. He pulls them out, rubbing the pad of his fingers on your clit. Back and forth, back and forth; tears pool in your eyes, hips uncontrollably bucking.

Between his fingers and his grip on your throat, you were getting overwhelmed fast. Your high was barrelling towards you with no stopping. You arch your back hips sinking further into his fingers and before you knew it he had you cumming. Your thighs tremble around his arm, brain fuzzy and out of touch with what had happened. You suck in deep breaths trying to recollect yourself.

“Are you ready for more?” You hear him ask, though faint you nod. He gently taps your cheek, when you open your eyes the room looks fuzzy.

“Words baby.”

“Yes Hwa more please.”

“There you are baby. Did that feel good?” You nod. “Yeah? Had to prep you for me doll,”

“Desperate little slut. Look at you asking for more.” You clench around nothing at the nickname.

He leans down to kiss you , you feel him moving his arms, when he pulls away his cock is free from its confines, his slender hand is wrapped around it as he preps for you. With one hand holding himself up and the other holding his cock he lines himself, eyes watching where you two would soon be joined. Just before he pushes in he looks at you.

“Please Seonghwa.” You croak.

He gently moves his hips, his fat tip splitting you open around his girth. You wince at the stretch despite his prep. When he finally bottoms out you watch his face contort into one of pleasure. He closes his eyes, lips between his teeth and brows drawn together.

“So fucking good baby.” He finds rhythm pounding into your wet cunt. He groans at the way your walls enclose and throb around him. His pace isnt forgiving, the more he moves, the further he fucks you open. You’re on cloud 9, you pull him down, pressing your lips against his. His hand interlace with yours and suddenly he's pinning you to the bed as you spread your legs further for him.

“Look at you baby, taking me so fucking well. Who knew huh?” He says looking at you speaking with pure fervor.

“Who knew the goody two shoes girlie was such a slut for dick.” He feels you clench hard around him.

“Am I fucking you dumb baby? You can’t even reply to me.”

“h-hwa .” Is all you can squeak out.

He quickly pulls out, flipping you on your belly. He’s taken aback when he sees a huge tattoo piece decorating your upper back.

“You’re just full of surprises huh?” He mutters, hand running over the ink on your back. He sinks back into you, hands coming to wrap the braids you sported around his inked hands.

“Oh fuck.” You moaned, back arching heavily as he pulled you. With each snap of his hips the globes of your ass would smack back on him. Heavy pants and moans filled the room, Seonghwa slowed down when he felt himself getting closer. He rested against you, your arms giving out under yourself making you land flat on your bed with your ass up. Seonghwa drags his hips slowly, the tip of his cock reaching depths you hadn't felt before. An inked hand slithers its way around you to find your clit. As soon as he finds the hypersensitive bud, he rubs. Hips pistoning into you again. Slowly but surely he brings you to the edge until you fall over. Your walls clamp down on him as you throb and squirm all over from the stimulation. He holds you down in his arms till you've come down.

All you can do is whimper from sensitivity as he pulls out. He helps you on your back again.

“Can you handle a bit more baby?” He asks and all you can do is nod. He slides home once again. This time he sets a decent pace, not too brutal, not too slow. As he moves he drinks you in with his eyes, from the swell of your breasts, to the fresh tattoo done by none other than him, and the way your pretty face contorted in pleasure suddenly he was finishing. He pants loudly, hips coming flush against yours.

“Take it pretty girl, take it.” He groans, head thrown back, eyes pressed shut.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he bent you open. Once he leaves his load in you he pulls out slowly, watching the way your pussy still pulsed in the aftermath. Globs of cum trickled out running down and coating your ass. With gentle fingers he scoops it back up and stuffs it into your hole. Eyes focused on the task at hand. You whimper at the sensitivity.

Seonghwa drops next to you, eyes watching for any sign of discomfort. He grabs your hand pressing a gentle kiss on your knuckles.

“My perfect girl.” He whispers.

You felt spent, he’d taken everything out of you, yet given you so much more. You feel your boyfriend snuggle into you. Skin to skin, the warmth of your bodies mingling together. Finally satisfied, you succumb to a deep slumber.

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