You're not sure how you ended up here, but maybe a shitty ex and a horrible breakup had a hand in what placed you in front of the tattoo parlor. It was already a nerve-wracking experience, but what you never expected was seeing that the owner and ar...
You screamed as you sprayed around Taehyung, coming again. As you writhed against Taehyung's body, his arms kept you wrapped in his embrace, keeping you from injuring yourself, pulling any muscles accidentally. Your cunt was reluctant to release its grip on Taehyung's cock, holding onto him tightly, and he found himself grabbing your hand, borrowing it for a second to have you squeeze his balls. And then Taehyung felt himself cum for the second time that day. He shuddered into your chest as his balls emptied themselves, getting lighter as streams of his warm cum shot into you, painting your insides with lines of white.
You mewled at the feeling, wiggling on top of Taehyung in discomfort. He chuckled huskily, an airy yet throaty sound. Carefully, he withdrew from you, using one of his hands to keep the cum from pouring out from between your legs, his palm against your entrance keeping the hot liquid trapped inside you. After a moment he moved his palm away so that his fingers could play around in your folds, pushing the cum into every divot and crevice, the pads of his fingers massaging it in and then his fingers went back inside you, swirling the cum around your hole with his fingers messily. You let him play around, rubbing his mark into you even though it was fucking filthy and gross, but when his fingers brushed too close to your battered clit, your inner thighs spasmed with your muscles jumping, you found your hand frantically pulling at his wrists attempting to pull him away from your exhausted and overworked pussy.
"Taehyung, stop!" you whined.
He glanced back at you sheepishly. "Sorry," he murmured, an apologetic tone painting his words, "I got distracted."
You snorted, "Yeah, you did."
Taehyung pulled you off his lap and sat you down beside him, from in between your parted thighs, your pussy leaked out the mixture of both of your cum out onto the ripped and mangled butcher paper that looked as though it had gone through the wringer. Taehyung stood up to grab a bundle of paper towels from his work station and came back with them, bending down in front of you and starting to clean you up. Once he was done, he looked back up at you.
"I'll give you back your deposit, Y/N. Don't get the piercings today, okay?" he said, "And when you finally feel like you're ready to modify your body for the right reasons, you can come back here and I'll do it for free. A piercing, a tattoo, whatever the case. Just– just don't think you have to change for a man. You are perfect as long as you like who you are."
Your eyebrows dipped down in confusion as Taehyung stumbled over his words, painstakingly attempting to make sure that you understood him and realized that he liked you and you should like yourself too because you were perfect and no man was worthy enough to make you change.
"Why for free, Taehyung?" you asked instead, uncomfortable at his sincerity.
Taehyung smiled nervously, "Well if you're dating the owner, it's the least I can do. Don't you think so?"
"Who says we're dating?" you teased, pulling him closer to you, making him stand between your legs.
Taehyung pouted and then huffily said, "Fine, have it your way. See if anyone in the Tri-State area takes you as a client then. I'm getting you blacklisted from everywhere so Jimin doesn't kill me when he finds out you want to look like Post Malone."
"Post Malone?" you questioned, laughing uncontrollably. "Taehyung, why would you offer to help me if Jimin would kill you instead of those other tattoo artists?"
"Girlfriends hold more weight than best friends," he said mulishly, slumping forward and resting his forehead against your sternum.
"Yeah?" you asked, quilting your fingers through his hair, scratching at his head comfortingly.
"I'm also in love with you," Taehyung confessed, turning his head so his ear rested against your chest. He could hear your heartbeat, you realized with a panic, and how it stuttered at his reveal. But his arms had slowly wrapped themselves around your form and you couldn't find it within you to push him away.
"Really?" you asked needily, needing the confirmation.
He hummed, "I would do anything for you."
"I think I've been in love with you too," you admitted as well. You suddenly shoved against him. "It was you," you accused.
"Hmm," muttered Taehyung, instantly knowing what you had meant, "I can't help it if I'm beautiful and you kept fantasizing about me while dating Dongbyun."
"Tae!"
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