Block B Taeil Tattoos 소설 & 이야기

“Let’s play your fucking game. And for the record, I don’t like touch. Don’t fucking touch me again.” His eyes crinkled but his voice was still amused. “Okay.” The first try, I couldn’t hit it properly. My ribs felt hammered. I pushed through. Won the second round. Gave myself false hope. Lost the third. And now I was seated on the floor in my bra and panties and all Blake had lost was his shirt. “Didn’t think you had a tattoo.” On his back was a snake. Dragon? Maybe? I squinted at it. “What the fuck is that?”

I could see the long tattoo he had on the left side of his waist, I couldn't see what it was but I could see small sentences inked into his skin one after the other reaching from his waist to his underarm and ending up right beside his chest, he also had few butterflies tattooed on his left forearm. He was drying his wet hair with a towel while walking towards his nightstand, I gasped and quickly turned around. I placed my hand over my chest trying to control myself and I swallowed hard while breathing hard. "Oh! You came?" I heard him say behind me, I turned around and saw him staring at me. "I didn't expect you to come this early," He said while drying his hair, I stood there quietly looki

I half expected it to be tattooed, as well. Brian's blonde followed after him, undressing in the same languid way. Her small, thin boobs were capped by nipples that were so light pink I could barely see them. The left had a barbell piercing in it and the metal glinted in the early sun. Her pussy was completely shaved. I noticed a tiny turquoise butterfly tattoo floating right above her mons. The two of them slipped into the hot tub, wordlessly. Brian knew better than to try sitting with Scarlett. Instead, he slunk across the tub, and settled between me and Carlos. He fixed his sunglasses as he sat down. His girl sat next to him on his far side.

I refused to bail him out again. Against my will, a small smile broke out on my face when the rear door of the town car opened and Bane stepped out, looking amazing in a pair of dark jeans and a black T-shirt that sat snuggly against his broad shoulders, the pads of his pecs, and large biceps. The tattoos on his neck were revealed, giving me a tantalizing slice of tanned skin and intricate ink. He walked toward me, his gaze running down my body like he hadn’t seen me in years. “Hi,” I said, the butterflies in my stomach feeling like they were the size of a jet. “What are you doing here?”

“You pigs! How dare you violate my sister’s privacy like this? That was love, real love! You can’t destroy them like this!” Gabby stepped forward, voice flat. “You’re saying that’s Sareena? Then can you explain the missing tattoos on her right side? The one on her left arm? Or the missing piercing? The voice on the recording sounds exactly like yours.” She then turns to her Uncle Luca. “Zio, Sareena has a large tattoo from her ribs to her hip. It is an anagram. If you look at it from the front, it says: Faith, but if you look at it from the back it says: Hope. Then she has a small anagram on her left forearm. It says: Family and Love.”

With this, humans wouldn't dare to look down on him. First, he decided to get tattoos on his arms. He tattooed the face of the tiger on his right arm. He also had written Theodore's name in small letters in between the tiger's tattoo. He made it hid well so no one would be able to see it unless he pointed it out himself.

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”

He looks good in a white fitted T-shirt that strains against his muscles, showing off the new tattoo sleeve I saw earlier over dinner. “Yes, please,” I say. He nods as he switches the machine on. “So, when did you get that tattoo?” I ask, my gaze going to his arm again. There’s a forest, a moon and I can see there are wolves on it. “A year or so back.” He responds as he comes over. “Are you alright over here?” “The sink. I think it’s blocked, but I don’t think the de-clogging liquid worked.” I say picking up the Drain Unblocker and shaking the empty bottle.

He asks Kale. "Nope. Scott's" Kale replied and the man's eyes widen. "Really? She looks...well...look really good" He aid and I narrow my eyes at him, what was he going to say. I almost call him out. "What you walking on Bob?" Kale asked him. "A Tiger" the man replied. Want to get a tattoo?" "Yeah. On my arm" Kale said and sat down. I watched Bob, stich up the person, cleaning up the blood before he gets up. He doesn't look familiar but he grins at me.