fallchild
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This is an entry for the EXO fanfic contest. Tagging the mods & mod support @TigerLily84 @PrincessUnicorn @AimeeH @SarahVanDorn
CONTENT WARNING: language, poor choices, and (obviously) smut
“Be gentle, would you? Fuck, Kris! This stings!” You half-shouted over your shoulder at the man currently tattooing your naked backside.
“Of course it hurts,” he smirked. “What did you expect? Didn’t it hurt when you got his name tattooed on here in the first place? Or were you too drunk to even feel the needle?”
You clenched your teeth and buried your face in your hands. This might just have been the most humiliating thing you had ever experienced: your ex-boyfriend covering up a tattoo of your most recent ex-boyfriend’s name on your ass. The regret, both over the tattoo and over calling Kris for help, stung maybe even more than the legion of tiny needles ceaselessly pricking your skin.
“When did you even learn how to tattoo,” you asked in as level a voice as you could manage, trying to focus on something other than the current situation.
Kris just laughed and ignored the question. A moment later he spoke.
“I told you not to date that trainee. Why didn’t you listen?”
“I thought you only told me not to date him because you were jealous.”
“So? Didn’t you only date him to make me jealous?”
You didn’t respond, so he continued.
“Ignoring my advice was clearly a good idea. He dumped you because he couldn’t handle keeping you a secret from the company. The little shit even let you get this atrocity inked on your pretty skin right before he dumped you.”
“Thanks for rubbing it in,” you groaned, wishing you could erase the last 24 hours along with the stupid tattoo.
Kris spoke again, his voice softer, all traces of gloating gone.
“You broke up with me because you said you couldn’t trust me but think about this: who did you call when you woke up this morning hung-over, alone, and in a panic? Who did you ask to ‘just fix this, please’? That sounds a lot like trust to me.”
You started to cry very quietly.
“Does it really hurt that much?”
You wiped at the tears with the back of your hand and tried to turn around to look at Kris.
“Stop! Don’t wiggle!” He used his free hand to firmly press you down against your bed so that you wouldn’t move and ruin his work.
“I’m sorry,” you said, almost a whisper.
“It’s okay,” he said. “Just be still for a bit longer.”
“No,” you said. “I mean, I’m sorry for breaking up with you.”
He smiled, smugly again. “Of course you are, who wouldn’t be? We all make mistakes; you’re just very talented at it. You want to take it back?”
“Yes!” You blushed, embarrassed at the ease with which you swallowed your pride and answered him.
“Good. It’s about time. I was getting tired of waiting. Now, since that’s settled, we just have to finish up my little art project,” he said, following the curve of your ass with his free hand, “and then we can make up for lost time.”
You sniffled and squeezed your eyes shut as the needle passed yet again over your raw and tender skin.
“I’m almost done, I promise,” he said. “You want me to distract you?”
You nodded.
“As you wish.”
In contrast to the sharp sting of the tattoo needle, his free hand began to trace slowly, lightly along your inner thigh, causing pleasant chills to sweep over you. He kept touching you constantly, tracing tiny whorls closer and closer to the heat blossoming between your legs. You grew more sensitive with every tease.
“Are you almost done?” Your voice was breathy and desperate, pain forgotten.
“I’m just getting started,” he said as the buzz of the tattoo needle ceased and without warning he rolled you over onto your back.
“Do you know,” he half-growled, “how many days you made me wait for you?”
You shook your head, hoping that he wasn’t going to make you guess before he touched you again.
“Too many,” he said, in an oddly soft voice. “Don’t do it again.”
And with that, his hand found you, first one finger and then two, your breath already becoming gasps. Kris was somehow overflowing both with tenderness and with the wild hunger of a man separated too long from his love. He took back his hand in order to shed his clothing, giving you the chance to make your top half as bare as your lower half already was. He slowly climbed atop you, kissing his way from your belly up to your face with special attention to your now hyper-sensitive nipples and the curves of your collar-bones, drawing forth soft moans from your lips.
“Kris, please,” you whispered, letting your breath caress his neck before kissing it roughly. This was his cue, one he knew well. He entered you bit by bit, remembering that you needed time to adjust to him. Just the feeling of having him this close was intoxicating, before he even started to move inside you. He always knew just what to do, his pace starting slow but building to a frenzy as your need grew. You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in and bucking your hips up to get him even deeper. He hit just the right spot and you knew you couldn’t hold on, grabbing at his back and kissing him desperately as your world began to pulse. The rhythm of your shuddering was too much for him, tipping him over the edge as well.
As he untangled himself from you, you caught sight of your ass in the mirror above your dresser. “Kris, what the hell did you do? When I told you to cover it up with ‘whatever’ I didn’t mean make it worse! What is it even supposed to be?”
He looked at you, hurt. “You can’t even tell? It’s a flower.”
“Nope. I can only tell that this is the most hideous tattoo I’ve ever seen.” You laughed so hard that tears began to fall.
“Whatever,” he said roughly. He smirked. “It’s not like anyone else is ever going to see it. You’re mine forever this time, right?”
“I guess so, nobody else would ever look at me with this thing on my ass. I love you, but I don’t think you have a future as a tattoo artist.”
He shrugged. “Whatever. There are other things I’m exceptionally talented at.” He bit his lip and raised an eyebrow seductively. “Would you like me to show you?”
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that was Awesome! I loved how it had so much, even if it was short. great job! I hope you win 👍
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You're welcome! ☺
a year ago
Damn this was hot I liked this.
a year ago·Reply
Thanks! I am glad you liked it 😊
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