#stranded color knitting

[prehistoricmancunt]

Dead Poets Society inspired vest!

suck out all the marrow of life / SEIZE THE DAY

hand knitted (some, hand dyed) cotton yarn, designed and charted by me

figured out how to knit 2 months ago and of course had to full send my first knitted garment. go big or go home I say.

[revvethasmythh]

for christmas, my mom got me this 5-strand multi-color mother of pearl necklace because, and i quote, "it looks like a button necklace!" and "i thought the colors would really POP against yellow" which is tbh incredibly cute and thoughtful because this was done explicitly to spare me from having to collect 10000000 buttons to make a new necklace for my veth cosplay, and honestly it looks EXACTLY like a button necklace so every time i wear it i look like i'm casually cosplaying her anyway, it's unironically the perfect veth accessory

[elephantbitterhead]

Current knitting project -- probably a vest, although it keeps trying to persuade me to make it a sweater.

[sometimesanequine]

i think going fishing would fix me

[bigcats-birds-and-books]

if you're willing to go Completely Unhinged, ANY knitting project can be a stashbuster, huh

[staticonthestratosphere]

chat I’ve got issues

I finished a project so that means I get to cast on another and did this! it’s a vintage… something pattern (theoretically a bag of sorts, but the directions say to make it to the size of “the carton”?? but that has yet to be explained by either the pattern itself and/or uncle google)

and, also obviously, the first time I’ve ventured into color territory (as seen by the floaty guts (it took me a few rows to figure out how to anchor properly)) and I’m kinda,, goblin? holding?? my yarn?? which is okay but I’m not a fan of so I have one of those yarn rings on its way in the mail to hopefully let me knit the way I’d like

any tips/comments/resources be v helpful 🤗 I’ve been mostly using Nimble Needles on YouTube for help

[elisela]

maybe i love knitting by olive patterns but not the yarn … we’ll see

snow dress

[icterid-rubus]

Finally got more Farmer’s Daughter Mighty Mo Napi. Unfortunately, it’s been four years, and then new yarn does not match the original. It’s much warmer and darker. Frankly, I like it quite a bit better than the cool tone yellow, but in this particular instance it’s not ideal. Guess I’ll just have to alternate strands.

[radicalshadow]

Anyone have good stranded/fair isle tips? I may or may not have made a chart for my D&D group and I’m test knitting it until I can get the colors I need

[randomstuffnobodywillsee]

its snowtime!

I kinda wanted a toque to match my fingerless mittens.

[lphaneuf]

Suddenly, the husband is always cold. Wonders if there's a pattern for The Dude sweater. Of course there is. Thank you Andrea Rangel.

[medieval-r00ster]

New project on the horizons 😛

[usertala]

too close

synopsis: making them flustered without doing anything

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Zayne

You place the lunch you prepared for Zayne on his desk as you walked around his office. His shelves were littered with awards and pictures of the two of you. The door opens—Zayne walks in looking disheveled.

You approach him, “What’s wrong?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, “Just an exhausting meeting.”

He kisses your temple, but his crooked tie takes your attention. You sigh, undoing his tie to fix it, “Well, good thing I made you lunch, without carrots.”

His eyes widen as he turns his head the other way. It’d been the first time you’ve done this, but with how casual you were being, it was like you had done this for him a hundred times. He can feel his face heating up and lets out a breath as you move away from him, heading to his desk to unwrap the lunch you’ve prepared.

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Caleb

You pout, placing a piece of Caleb’s model on the desk. You had offered to help him build a new model he got, but you were having a hard time figuring out where the piece belonged. You puff your cheeks before taking the piece again, this time with Caleb’s help.

“Place it here.” He points near the cockpit.

He makes the mistake of looking at you. Your brows were knitted together in concentration, a few stray strands of hair on your face, the sunlight was flowing in just at the right angle where it hit your face.

He groans, head turned down as his cheeks heat up. ‘Why? Just why?’ he thought. He’s been looking at your face since you were children, so he can’t understand why he’s feeling this way. He eventually snaps out of it, but you notice the entire time you were building the model, he’s avoiding eye contact.

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Sylus (aka the reason why I wrote this)

You take off your helmet, grabbing your lipstick. Sylus kicks the stand of the motorcycle to stable himself. He’s about to take his helmet off when you place your hand on his shoulder.

“Don’t move.” You whisper, uncapping your lipstick and using the visor as a mirror to reapply your lipstick.

His eyes slightly widen from your action before quickly glancing at his side mirror. ‘Brat,’ he thought. He smirks and waits for you to finish applying lipstick before taking off his helmet.

“Kitten,” he calls you before you walk away. He caresses your face while slightly smudging your lipstick, “You missed a spot.”

You smirk, “And you look like you need some color on your lips,” before placing a kiss on his lips.

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Rafayel

You sigh as you enter Rafayel’s house—it’d been an exhausting day. Wanderers who got away, which resulted in more paperwork to give to Captain Jenna.

You enter the kitchen to see Rafayel making dinner. You hug him from behind, kissing his nape.

He jumps, “Cutie, don’t do that! I almost had a heart attack. What would you have done if I died, huh?”

You move away from him, “Bring you back with true love’s kiss, duh.”

He pouts, facing you. His cheeks are tinted red and there’s a hint of shyness in his voice, “Shut up. Do you know how dangerous that sounds?”

You smile, grabbing his face. You pepper him with kisses, “What’s mwah so mwah dangerous mwah about this?”

You laugh as he pushes you away while covering his face.

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Xavier

Xavier stands up from his desk—he’d been doing paperwork this whole evening. Rubbing his eyes, he looks at the clock to see that it’s already 2 AM. He sighs, sitting back down to continue his work when he hears footsteps.

“Xavi? Why haven’t you gone to bed?”

You yawn, looking at Xavier with one eye open, sleep still evident on your face. He looks up—you were wrapped in his blanket, head lolling to the side as you fight off sleep.

He smiles, “I still have to finish this. Go on and sleep. I’ll follow after a few minutes.”

You sigh. He’s so stubborn. You walk to him, sitting on his lap. Leaning your head on his neck, you whisper, “Let’s head to bed please, darling?”

He can feel his heart beating so fast. He sighs in defeat before carrying you to bed.

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whenever i hear sylus' voice it remind me of that cat from coraline

[belovedniki]

you’re just doing your job. jake’s just trying not to moan when you touch his face. no big deal. (except he’s down bad. embarrassingly so. and you have no idea.) part 2

warnings/tags: idol!jake X staff!reader, obsessive thoughts, reader is oblivious, masturbation (semi-public bathroom), dom/sub undertone.

w.c: 1k

— jake was used to being looked at. touched, even. makeup artists brushed his cheeks daily, hair stylists tugged at strands, stylists tugged on his waistband to adjust a fit. he didn’t mind—it was part of the job.

but you?

you ruined him.

you didn’t just touch his face; you lingered. you didn’t just apply powder; you focused. lower lip tucked between your teeth, brows knit together in concentration as you tilted his chin up gently with two fingers and said, “look at me.”

and he did. always. every time. eyes wide, throat dry.

he was sure you didn’t mean to be so cruel about it. you were kind—professional. you never noticed how his breath hitched when your thumb brushed his bottom lip to smudge the tint. you never caught how he subtly pressed his thighs together when you leaned over to pat concealer under his eyes, your chest hovering far too close.

you never realized that jake, golden boy jake, practically whimpered in silence for you.

and today?

today was especially bad.

“jaaaaake,” you called playfully as you stepped into the dressing room, makeup belt slung around your waist.

he was already seated, too early, too eager. his knee bounced nervously, eyes darting to your figure as you walked in.

“hey,” he croaked, too quickly.

you smiled. “ready?”

“y-yeah.” his voice cracked. “totally.”

you grabbed a small sponge, clicking open the compact foundation.

jake felt his heart pound harder than before a live stage.

you tilted his chin up again. “close your eyes.”

he obeyed. he always did.

you dabbed gently around his face, humming softly under your breath, completely unaware of the war happening in his head.

fuck, fuck—her hand’s on my jaw. her thumb’s right there. i can smell her shampoo. don’t get hard. don’t twitch. don’t make a sound—

you patted under his eyes and he nearly gasped. you paused, glancing down.

“you okay?”

his eyes opened slowly. wide and watery. “mhm.” he nodded too fast. “y-you’re just really... um... gentle.”

you chuckled. “that’s the point, jakey.”

he melted.

“okay, lips,” you said, uncapping a sheer balm and bringing it toward his mouth.

he parted his lips slightly and watched you. so focused. so close.

“stay still,” you murmured, brushing color on his bottom lip.

jake’s hands clenched the armrests. his pants felt tighter. you didn’t even notice.

“there.” you stood back. “perfect.”

jake stared at you like you hung the moon.

you spun to organize your brushes. “you’re on in twenty. want water?”

jake stood too fast. “i-i’m good, i just—uh—i need the bathroom real quick.”

you didn’t even look up. “okay, but don’t disappear before the stylist comes in.”

he nodded, heart racing. “yeah. yeah. one sec.”

he ran down the hallway, turning the corner to the small, rarely-used staff bathroom with a trembling hand. locked the door. pressed his back to it.

his chest heaved.

she touched me. she touched my mouth.

jake looked down. his cock was already hard, painfully straining against his pants. he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

he tried to resist it. just breathe. calm down. but then he remembered the way you bit your lip when applying the lip balm. the way your fingers brushed his cheek. how you said jakey like it meant something.

“fuck,” he muttered, palming himself through his jeans.

his hand dipped down fast.

it didn’t take long.

he jerked himself off quietly, desperately, biting down on his wrist to keep from moaning. every flick of his wrist was fueled by the memory of your fingers on his face, your soft voice, the smell of your perfume when you leaned in too close. he imagined your lips wrapped around him instead, imagined your gaze turning dark, finally realizing what you did to him, how you ruined him.

and when he came, it was fast, messy, silent—but intense.

he stood there panting, eyes glazed, shame rolling in quickly.

but not enough to make him stop wanting more.

backstage was even worse.

jake sat on the bench, stage mic in his lap, and you kneeled in front of him adjusting the last touch-up on his eyeliner.

your hand rested on his thigh for balance.

jake stared down at you like a man possessed.

you looked up at him with a soft smile. “you’re fidgeting today.”

he blinked. “s-sorry.”

“you okay?”

he swallowed. “you look really pretty.”

your hand froze.

“huh?”

jake’s eyes widened. “i mean—I mean—y-you always look great. just. the eyeliner today. on you. not me. not that i don’t look good—you made me look good. b-but you—um—fuck.”

you laughed. you actually laughed.

“jake,” you said gently, standing up. “that’s sweet.”

you checked his collar, fixing a stray hair near his ear, and leaned in to whisper, “i’m rooting for you. kill it out there, okay?”

he barely managed a nod. “y-yeah.”

he flushed red from neck to ears.

as you walked away, he nearly fell off the bench.

later, after the stage, you found him sitting alone in the makeup room, still in costume, sweaty and dazed.

you grinned. “why are you still in your full outfit?”

jake blinked at you. “didn’t want to leave.”

you tilted your head. “why?”

he looked down. “you weren’t here.”

you laughed, thinking he was being playful.

you didn’t know how serious he was.

you didn’t know that jake had started timing his day around when you were nearby. that he lingered in dressing rooms just to sit where you stood. that he’d started taking pictures of his face after your touch-ups just to remember how your hands moved over him. that he jacked off in the bathroom to the scent of your perfume more times than he could count.

you didn’t know he dreamt of more than your brushes against his skin. that he wanted to pin you against the mirror and kiss you breathless, make you see what he saw.

you didn’t know. but he’d make sure you did, eventually.

PLEASE LET ME KNOW if you liked it so I can move onto the next part! (smut).

I'm happy to see how my works been getting a bit recognised, love y'all <3

[vin-taege]

Hi! I loved your awkward chishiya flirting sooo much <3 The way you write is so in character even with him being nervous about showing affection. Can you write him being completely oblivious he’s liked yn the whole time they’ve been through the games; he thought he was just protecting them out of trying to be a better person until Kuina is like you moron you’re clearly in love w them!!

And he’s like oh fuck, what are feelings?? I have them?? His thought process as he tries to deny it and then him having some awkward interactions w yn bc he doesn’t know how to act now he’s aware he likes her and then is desperately trying to flirt with no idea how to at all

Tokens of Appreciation

Summary: Chishiya tells himself that he sees you only as a friend, despite doing his best to give you a gift.

Genre: fluff

Pairing: reader x chishiya

Words: 2.4k

Note: I tweaked this a little to show more of him being in denial and still in the middle of processing it ^^ I didn't want it to be too close to the other awkward flirting fic, but I hope you still like it! Also god, I;m so sorry it took more than a year ; O; Good news is that I'm almost done with my thesis, so I have a bit more time to write :DD

Chishiya set the screwdriver down with a frustrated sigh. The music box sat in front of him, open yet still without song. He saw this on the day of the six of clubs game. The car that was supposed to pick them up got a flat tire and stranded them for a good hour. As much as he hated the militants for their incompetence, he was grateful that he had extra time to scavenge around the nearby shops. It was in one of the metalwork stalls where he found it.

It was fairly light, small enough that you could hold it when you brought both hands together. The outside looked like a small pot, with the lid having scalloped edges. Ornate, gold vines swirled around the sides of the box, leading up to the front. At the center of it was a teardrop-shaped gemstone that refracted prisms under light. Inside was a small rabbit instead of a typical ballerina. It posed with its arms up mid-dance, pointy ears curved back as it looked up.

That was what made Chishiya decide that this was the perfect gift for you. At the beginning of your friendship—before you had worn down his walls with “incessant” conversation—you had off-handedly mentioned a memory of your childhood toy.

“Oh, look at that!” you picked up the small piece of candy. The packaging still boasted its classic colors of red, blue, white, and black. Turning around, you held it out to Chishiya. “I used to eat this all the time when I was a kid.”

He wrinkled his nose in disgust. This was the ninth room around the Beach that you’ve ‘investigated’—a fancy word you liked to use instead of ‘snooped around.’ “You don’t know how long that’s been there. Plus, you’ll get cavities.”

“Candy doesn’t expire,” you stuck your tongue out at him, swiftly unwrapping the sweet and popping it in your mouth. You smoothed out the wrapper, particularly the area around the illustrated rabbit.

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true—”

“He looks like the bunny plush I had.” Chishiya knit his eyebrows in confusion before glancing at the wrapper. He shrugged, feigning indifference.

“All rabbits look the same.”

“No, idiot. This one has pointy ears instead of rounded ones.”

“What’s that?” Kuina’s voice nearly made him knock over the entire thing. He flinched, throwing a blanket over his project. Clearing his throat, he stood up and narrowed his eyes at the girl.

“What did I tell you about knocking?”

Despite his small frame blocking the table from view, Kuina side-stepped around him, swiftly pulling the cloth right off. He hissed, moving to take the music box, but Kuina was faster, swiping it off the table and bringing it up to her eye level.

“Wow,” she enunciated, dragging the word. “This is for them, isn’t it?”

“No,” he tried not to stutter. He reached for it before Kuina held it above him. Her eyes were glued to the meticulous details. “If you drop that, I will kill you next game and make it look like an accident.”

She chortled, throwing her head back. Her loudness grew on him—is what he always told himself. Being his only friend when the Beach was only starting to form, he learned quickly how to tolerate Kuina’s more bubbly personality.

“What’s it for? Their birthday coming up?”

“No. I’m just making sure all our pieces are in place.” Kuina let him nab the item back. She watched as he wrapped it in the blanket, tucking it safely back into a drawer. 

“You totally like her,” she snorted.

“No, I don’t!” It came out too fast, too loudly. Chishiya’s face was starting to redden. His lips were pressed in a thin line, eyes downcast. It took a moment for him to collect himself. “We need her for the plan.”

“Yeah, right. It’s been half a year. Whatever long game you’re playing is over,” she smirked at him, plopping on his bed. “If anything, you’re the one getting played.”

“I don’t like her that way,” he crossed his arms defensively.

“Keep telling yourself that, lover boy,” Kuina chuckled, throwing a pillow at him. Chishiya swatted it away, face beet-red.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Call you what, lover boy?”

“Kuina!”

Three soft knocks interrupted their banter. Chishiya froze when you opened the door, slipping in with a mischievous grin. Your arms were behind your back, hands hidden from their view. A faint crinkling gave Chishiya a hint as to what you were holding. 

You stepped towards him, making him instinctively block the drawer the music box was in. Your grin spread wider, making your cheeks look unbearably adorable. Wait, did he really think that?

“I have something for you,” you said almost teasingly. You thrust your hand to his chest, pressing a package of biscuits on him. He wasn’t religious, but he prayed that you couldn’t feel his heartbeat thrumming out his rib cage.

Glancing down, he gave the biscuits a curious look-over. The wrapper was pink and white, with small cartoon strawberries spread around it. Attempting to take it from you gently, his fingers grazed over the back of your hand, flustering you both. Quickly, you whipped your head towards Kuina, chucking her the other item.

She caught the lighter with ease, excitedly flicking it on. Kuina was certain the militants threw it out after the pool fire incident. Totally not your trio’s fault. “Woah! Where’d you get these?”

“I was in Tatta’s storage space,” you beamed proudly.

Chishiya’s blood curdled. He squeezed the biscuits, though still careful not to break them. Shifting his weight to one foot, he scrunched his face in distaste. “What were you doing with Tatta?”

“Nothing, we were just hanging out. Ann dragged him into the hallway for a quick conversation so I had time to ‘investigate,’” you motioned with air quotes.

“What are you hanging out with him for?” The blunt words left his mouth before he could process them. 

His heart shrivelled a little when your smile faded. Taken aback, you clasped your hands, suddenly self-conscious. “I thought he was nice and making another friend around here didn’t seem like a bad idea.”

“Well, what if he’s just another sleaze like Niragi? You know how some of the men slobber like dogs here. And you’re in a closed space with just him? Just the two of you in a room? Together? Do you know how stupid that is? What if something happened and Kuina and I were in this room and we couldn’t hear you and—”

“What Chishiya is saying—” Kuina spoke over him, sending him a sharp glare despite her pinched smile. “—is that we just want you to be careful around here. I think Tatta is a fun guy too, but don’t let your guard down that easily okay?”

You nodded wordlessly, avoiding Chishiya’s eyes. Unbeknownst to you, his look softened, fingers releasing their tight grip on the biscuits. He slouched, silently berating himself for sounding so harsh, especially after you’ve just given him a gift. Oh god, you gave him a gift! He looked back at the cookies, strawberry-flavored no doubt. Perhaps it was your attention to detail that chipped at his armor. The way you remembered how he took two teaspoons of sugar with his tea and how you’d sometimes take his hoodie after a rough game and bring it back smelling of fabric softener.

Just normal things good friends would do for each other. Because that’s what you were—good friends.

“Chishiya?”

“What?” He blinked slowly, glancing at Kuina through silver hair framing his face. 

“I said I’m gonna get us drinks from the bar. You sound like you need it.” She stood up, motioning for you to take her place on the bed. You shot her a small smile, though your mood has obviously been dampened. 

Kuina passed near Chishiya, lowering her voice to whisper, “Fix your mess.”

When the door shut with a soft click, it was quiet for a few awkward moments. The room felt like a held breath, with Chishiya still standing, holding the biscuits like an idiot, while you were sitting on his bed, regarding him a huge eye sore in the middle of the spacious hotel room. Being a high-profile diamonds player bought him certain luxuries, despite how unnecessarily flashy he deemed them. 

“I know you’re just looking out for me, but you really could be nicer sometimes.” He almost didn’t catch what you said, your voice soft. “I just wanted to get you something nice.”

He sighed, more so at his own stupidity. He pushed himself off the drawer and sat beside you, your knees touching. Pinching the corner of the wrapper, he ripped the packaging open, angling the biscuits towards you. Your knee tensed beside him, making guilt claw at his stomach more.

“Take one,” he said, almost demandingly. You huffed, gingerly taking a piece. It was a small, pillow-shaped shell. You bit into it, bringing your hand back to look at the strawberry filling inside. Chishiya hummed in approval as soon as the sweet cream hit his tongue.

Wordlessly, you shared the biscuits—his own form of apology. You scooted closer to him, a silent act of forgiveness he quickly picked up on. Always the clever man, yet he could never figure himself out.

“I just don’t want anything bad to happen to you. Anyone with eyes can see how beautiful you are. If anyone here tried anything on you, I’d have to put rat poison in their alcohol. Do you know how troublesome that is?” he wrinkled his nose, pointedly munching.

A grin crept into your face. Your eyes flitted towards his face, dark brown eyes meeting yours. “You think I’m beautiful?”

Chishiya was stunned for a second. Blood rushed to his cheeks and the furrow in his brows deepened. He stammered, “No. No! That’s not what I meant. I mean that I’m just worried about you!”

You brought your face just a tad bit closer to his. “You worry about me?”

“No, no! I mean, you’re just a good ally and I don’t have any other strong feelings about you. I’m doing this for the sake of our alliance—”

He didn’t notice as you took the last biscuit, gingerly pushing it against his lips. He froze, eyes wide as he took in your appearance. An orange glow from the setting sun wrapped around your silhouette. You looked heavenly, like an angel beckoning him to the next life. Despite all logic screaming at him, he would gladly take your hand and go wherever that may be. 

You pushed the biscuit past his lips, the soft pair almost chasing after your fingertip as you pulled away. Curling your finger, you wiped the corner of his mouth with the edge of your knuckles. His breath stilled in his chest.

Chishiya leaned closer, your pull towards him magnetic. Shakily, he brought a hand up, about to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. He’s seen this move once before, during a promotional commercial for a drama. He was reviewing for his finals at the time, taking only a few seconds to stare coldly at his roommate because of how loud the TV was. Evidently, he never put it into practice before.

“Ow!” you jolted back, hands cupping your face. Somehow, despite his brilliant mind, he accidentally poked you in the eye. You grit your teeth in pain, globs of tears running down your cheek. 

“Shit, I’m sorry!” He tried prying your eyes away from your face, using his free arm to wrap around your back. “I’m so sorry. Shit. Don’t rub it, it’ll get worse. Come here.”

Assisting you through your blurry vision, he managed to walk you to his bathroom. He turned the faucet on, making you bend over the sink. Forcing stillness into his hand, he caught the water, gently splashing it against your reddening eye. You hissed, jolting back at the contact, though a firm hand on your back kept you in place.

“I’m so sorry. I really didn’t mean to.” The distress was evident in his voice. You’ve never seen him in such shambles before, not even during games where he was at the brink of death.

“I know, ‘Shiya. It’s okay,” you managed to smile at him. He wiped your eyes with a soft towel, bringing it down for a second to gently grip your chin. He nudged your head up, only enough for him to check on your eye. He let out a deep sigh before pressing the towel back. At least the pain has died down a bit now. “How bad is it?”

“It’s not fatal.”

You snorted, hitting him lightly on the shoulder. His lips twitched almost into a grin, though he was still slouched over in embarrassment. “I can’t believe this is the thanks I get for feeding you.”

“I… I-I didn’t mean to. Honestly!” He shoved his other hand into his hoodie pocket. Suddenly, the floor was the most interesting thing in the room. You chuckled lightly at his antics. There was something so boyish about the way he stood, almost as if he wanted his hoodie to swallow him whole.

You brought your hand up, wrapping it around his on the towel. His cheeks heated up, though still defiant in meeting your gaze. You stroked the back of his hand with your thumb, surprised that he hasn’t pulled away yet.

“I’m sorry I poked your eye. I was just trying to…” he trailed off. How was he even going to explain himself out of this one? “There was dirt on your face. You should take a bath from time to time.”

“I do take baths!” you exclaimed, swatting at him again. You jabbed a finger to his chest, tone riddled with tease. “You’re just so obsessed with me.”

He finally allowed himself to smile, the smile that made everything feel normal again. At that moment, you weren’t players in the Borderland fighting for your life every other day. You were just two friends, for now. Chishiya is a tough nut to crack, but between your laughter sounding like tinkling bells and the euphoric buzz he gets from being around you, he’d be able to sort himself out. He just needs to take it one step at a time, starting with making that music box sing for you again. 

Because that's what good friends do. God, he was such a good friend.

Back in the main room, the entrance door swung open, followed by the sound of glass bottles clinking against each other. Kuina proudly declared, “I got us the stuff!”

“Did you bring ice?” Chishiya called out to her.

“Of course!” Even from the bathroom, you could hear her huff.

“Good, because we need a bunch of it here.”

[yeoslattes]

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.