Warnings: Whiney reader, Dom Jungkook, cunnilingus unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), Jungkook has sexy tattoos (yes that's a warning)

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The soul becomes dyed,

By the colour of its thoughts.

For a nineteen year old, you were quite mature. Art fascinated you more than it should. For you, everything was a form of art. So you decided to ink your body and satisfy your soul doing it.

Reaching the tattoo parlor, the least you expected was an empty studio.
You pushed the door and stepped in to be welcomed by a chilled air conditioned atmosphere and no one. The register book was open. Taking a close look at it, you found different tattoo designs scattered over the desk.

Your hand brushed the smooth butter paper, tracing the outline of a design. You felt something, goosebumps all over your body. Your connection with art was indescribable. You kept your handbag on the desk and collected the papers. Some of the designs were complete, intricate and beautiful; while others, they felt like they were missing something.

"Beautiful, aren't they?" His husky voice startled you. There was an awkward silence before you heard his footsteps clicking on the cold tiles of the floor. You wanted to turn and take a look at the owner of the voice but, you couldn't. Something about his aura and the chilled air didn't let you.

His shadow loomed over you and you felt his presence behind you; physically this time. His arm slightly brushed yours while he tried to examine the designs. You felt trapped. Between his arms and, between your wants and your uncertainties.

You turned your face, hesitant at first. And yet again you were trapped in his onyx depth. "Beautiful," you couldn't help yourself.

"Its you."

"Huh?"

"Your reflection in my eyes is beautiful," his hands trailed closer to your waist and his face inched forward.

But before anything could happen, you placed your palms on his chest and fake coughed to show your disapproval.

"I- I am sorry," he kindly apologized.

"It's okay," you smiled at him.

He couldn't let his eyes wander off from your face. Even in the darkest of nights, might your face be the bright source of light, he thought. You tucked the stray strands of hair behind your ear and looked down at your feet. Searching for words to speak, you found nothing.

"Hi, I'm Jungkook," he smiled.

"Hi, Jungkook, I'm Y/N."

"Cool," he stepped away from you and you sulked at loss of that feeling which you just felt.

"Okay, so I will go set up the table and get necessary stuffs, till then you can sit here and go through the designs." He said and walked to the narrow corridor which you assumed would be taking you to the work room.

You sat there, looking at the designs and wondering what must be lying under that black woollen sweater. On the other hand, all Jungkook could think was how the ink would look on your divine body, how he wished he could color you in his love and passion. Color you red.

He smothers the sheets and gets spirit, design paper and the machine as well. "Are you ready?" He called for you.

"Yes," you walked in the room, silence engulfing you. It was a rather clean table in a messy room. The showcase was modern, the LED had some reality show going on, there were variour designs pinned to the walls. They were incredible. Each of them held some kind of significance. Each tattoo had a symbolic meaning behind it.

"So, let's sit and decide? Or if you have something planned already, we can go ahead with it as well," he said.

"I had something on my mind but, now I want you to draw on your own accords. Looks like anything you draw defines art."

He smiled at your sudden bashfulness. "Sure, if you say so." He shrugged.

You sat on the bed like table. "Where are you planning to get the tattoo?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Back? Is it okay?"

"More than okay," he smiled, showcasing his bunny teeth.

You turned your back towards him and started peeling off your top. Slowly and gradually your dropped each strip. This was testing Jungkook's patience. He hooked his finger in your bra strap and pushed it down. You gasped at this action of his. Turning your head, you captured his sweet reaction.

He rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly and mumbled a 'sorry'. You smiled at him and continued stripping yourself further. His hand smoothed the skin on your shoulder as his fingers trailed nether. You arched your back and looked up at the ceiling.

He, delicately took hold of your wavy waist-lengthed hair and tied them itno a bun. Dipping the pads in alcohol, he rubbed it on your bare skin. The freezing liquid burned your skin in a harmless way. Then wiping it with a towel he began with his business off designing your skin.

An hour later when he was done, he left your side to clean the machine and wash his hands, while you sat there wondering how it looks like. You were sure, this must be an piece of art as well but the intensity of the significance of the design intrigued you.

He dried his hand and took off his apron. You were struggling to get a glimpse of your new tattoo.

"Do you want me to click a picture for you?" He chuckled.

"Can you?"

"Sure," he smiled taking his phone out.

He clicked a picture and showed you.

You were out of words for this masterpiece. He just chuckled at your amusement.

Paying for your tattoo, you left the studio.

"Y/N!"

You turned to see Jungkook taking long strides in your direction.

"Your number?" Presenting his phone, he looks away shyly.

You dialed your number and called yourself.

Well, thats how it began. Hang outs to coffee dates to a lot more than you could interpret and imagine.

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"Fuck you look so pretty," he said, his hand gripping your waist. You were sure it will leave imprints behind but did you care?

No!

You wiggled in lap as he did a quick work of undressing you. His cold fingers touched your bare shoulders, tracing its way down to your arms and intertwining your finger. He kissed the back of palms. "I like you like this; bare and vulnerable."

You started grinding your ass on his hard on. You swear to God you felt him grow harder than he already was. He sensually kissed your shoulder and went further down, kissing your tattoos. You arched your back and moaned.

He locked both your hands in his hand behind your back and used his other hand to massage your breast while sucking at your neck. You couldn't help the string of moans and expletives that left your mouth. He smacked your thigh signaling you to get up and so you did. Turning around to look at him, you found him shirtless and eager to bed you. Your lips did the job of erasing the gap between the both of you.

Your bodies so closes, it seemed like you had unified. "Jungko-" he swallowed any and every word you have in your throat as he dives in for your mouth. He kisses you, invades the space in your lungs, making you drown in him. You take a deep breath to anchor yourself. but all you end up doing is inhale more of him, his tongue slipping inside. He tastes like strawberries.

Gripping your thigh, he secures it around his waist. ''Jump," he commanded. You jumped at the cue and wrapped your legs securely around his waist. You felt his hard erection pressing against your body. You moaned at the feeling as he smirked at you.

"I love how responsive you are to to such small touches," he sucked on your neck while walking to his bed.

You just whine in response. Well what else could you do? Your bare front was pressed against his his bare torso, your nether region was pressed against his hard on, his thin but soft lips were sucking at your neck and everything felt so good that you couldn't speak.

He gently placed you on bed and looked at you while getting rid of his pants and boxers. You grope the flesh at your chest as you look at him.

"Eager, aren't we?" You do not miss the cocky grin that appears on his face.

"Yes, now fuck me," you pleaded, expecting him to fuck you. But he was Jungkook.

He knelt in the front of bed and grabbed your ankle jerking you suddenly. You sat and bent down to kiss him. His hands on your waist slid down to massage your thighs and caox them open. Kneading your inner thigh, you felt him very close to the spot but this man here won't give it to you easily.

"Just do it already," you whined pushing your lower half on his hand. His fingers traced your slit and felt the wetness.

"No fun," he parted your lips and gathered the slick. You threw your head back and sighed in relief. His finger prodded at your entrance before slowly entering in. He heard you screaming 'Jungkook' and smirked moving his fingers smoothly.

Adding another finger, he looked at your face. Your eyes closed tight, lips parted, head thrown back...you looked angelic. His third finger joined in and you gripped his wrist tightly. Biting your lip you mumbled a 'no'.

"Baby," you could hear the warning in his voice, "have to prepare you for later. Be a good girl and take it," his fingers did a good work of stretching you open for his dick. You clenched around his finger and pulled them out immediately.

"Why?" You whined again for God knows how many times. He stood between your legs and grabbed his painfully hard cock, stroking it to fullness. The slick made it messy but you liked it.

You settled on the bed and waited for his move. He settled his legs on either side of you body and took hold of his cock aligning it at your entrance.

"Just do it Kook," you had lost your patience.

He rubbed it at your clit and gathered the wetness, entering in with a swift motion. Your moaned his name and scratched his back. He grunted as your walls enveloped him and you heat clenched around him.

His hips moved rhythmically, reaching the spot and making you feel like you were in heaven. "Jungkook, faster," you tapped his shoulder.

But this bitch was always up for teasing you. As if on cue, he slowed down. You could feel his cock dragging your walls, you could feel the veins on his cock, each drag taking you closer to your euphoria.

Suddenly he paced, you were a mess now. Blabbering incoherent words. "Kiss me," you demanded. He looked in your eyes and kissed your cheek. "Kookie kiss me please," he grinned and kissed the corner of your mouth.

You wrapped your legs around his hips and pouted. Your teary eyes looked up at him, "Kookie kiss me, please," you were so whiney today.

"Does my baby deserve to be kissed?" How you wished you could rub that smirk off his face.

"Yes I deserve,"

"Why?"

"Because I love you!"

He captured your lips in a sloppy kiss. That was all you needed to get closer to your already ebbed orgasm.

"Jungkook I'm close,"

"Hold on babes," he started rutting at unimaginable pace.

"I cannot," you whined yet again.

His hips moving at such a speed, his mouth sucking at your neck, that was it. You came, your orgasm making you feel like paradise. You clenched hard making Jungkook groan at the tightness.

"Fuck baby, did you cum?" His momeny

"Sorry" you moaned. His cock was now overstimulating you.

"Don't be sorry, but you could have waited," he fastens.

"Aah Jungkook, stop I can't take it!" You shivered.

"Just a moment babes, I'm done."

After a few more thrusts he pulled out and came on your stomach. Tired from the activity he laid down beside you.

"Did I hurt you, baby?" He was genuinely concerned.

"No," you smiled and closed your eyes.
He grabbed a few tissues from the nightstand and wiped the cum off your stomach and cleaned your thighs and privates.

Later he pulled you close to him. You snuggled closer to him seeking comfort and warmth. "I love you," he kissed your forehead and you both drifted off to sleep.

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Fucking finally! I'm a holy child okay...but yes I write smuts. Tell me how you like that :)