Kakashi Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

He moves closer, stopping when he is nestled between my legs, his rock hard cock poking at my entrance deliciously. Softly, I run my fingers over his muscled shoulders, down his rock hard biceps, over his forearms, and back up. When I reach his shoulders once again I run my hands down over his chest, taking in every muscled ridge of his body. My fingers falter when I notice the tattoo placed lovingly over his heart. Okami. I place a kiss over the tattoo, receiving a groan of approval from Kenji. “I got this tattoo to remember our time in your parent’s garden.” He whispers in my ear, sending shivers of awareness through me.

I wanted to caress that ink on his bicep and his sinewy forearms. “Join me.” I licked my lips and swallowed hard. My gaze dropped to what was peeking through his boxers—his tattoo. I moved forward so he could sink in behind me. “The tattoo you have there is interesting.” “It’s inked out of fun.” “What does it mean?” I knew it was written in Japanese. “Keizoku w* chikara nari. Something like, don’t give up.” “I like it.” “Thanks. You’re killing me, you know,” he said with a groan as he joined me. He settled himself in, stretching his legs out on either side of me. He then wrapped his arms around me.

He stopped when he saw her. “Takashi” she greeted. “Ms. Megumi” he said back with a small smile. She blinked impishly. “Walking is really nice, isn’t it?” she asked. “Yes” he replied. “So Takashi, I don’t make it my business to know about my members lives, but I want to know about you”. “Okay…” “Then tell me about you”. “I’m Takashi Fujiwara, and I am here working for you. Making poison for the gang”.

“You’re the one that asked about my tattoos.” I swallowed, watching as he undid the rest of the buttons except the last two buttons. When he turned his back to me, I let out a gasp. His back was fully inked with a variety of tattoos. He let me soak it all in some more before letting out a breath. “Most of it I got after turning Alpha. If you look closer, you’d see some koi fish towards the base.” My mouth formed an ‘o’ as I inched closer. Sure enough, there were some orange koi fish curved around what seemed to be an inscription in Kanji.

Sasha blurted out. Aki shrugged. “Brown Slayers have full body tattoos, right? Well, it turns out Budo’s tattoos are non-tribal and resemble those of gangsters.” “What’s his spirit animal?” Sasha asked. “A hissing cockroach,” Aki replied. All three Slayers looked at each other and then burst out laughing.

“Because I never had one.” They didn’t laugh. But for a moment, it eased the weight in the air. Just enough. Elsewhere – In the Car Leaving the Estate Koji removed the chef coat. Underneath, his arms were lined with black tattoos — symbols of the fallen clans. He looked at the photo in his hand again. Soo-ah. But this time, someone else had circled the face in red. Not Soo-ah’s. But Sang-woo’s. Koji chuckled.

We didn't have a sign for our pack. Would Kaya design it, or would she expect me to make one? I didn't know. What would be her third tattoo? Kaya had an intricate necklace tattoo for protection. Kimi had her arms done, and so did Saka and Len. What would our children get? Who would tattoo them? Kaya said they had a woman in her pack who did them. I wanted to know if we could just take them to a regular tattoo shop in the human world or if Kaya would wish to have someone tattoo in the pack. I had no idea.

he mused, "my heart beats fast too." Mona let out a breathy laugh. This man was dangerous. Her gaze dropped to his arms again, where his tattoos stretched up to his neck. She hesitated, then—without thinking—she reached out, fingertips grazing a tattoo that looked like an old, intricate map. Kane inhaled sharply. His entire body went rigid. Mona didn't notice. She was too busy tracing the lines, too busy being mesmerized by how warm his skin was. Until he moved. A sudden shift. A slow, deliberate stand.

In that country, tattoos were still strongly associated with Yakuza culture. "No, but you really look like one." Akiko turned away, pretending to look out the window, because an unexpected image of Kenji's body flashed through her mind, making her feel embarrassed. Though it was only a fleeting memory, she knew his body was clean. Had his wound not caused him more pain, Kenji might have laughed. "You're allowed to assume that, but no, I'm not a Yakuza like the ones you see in movies," Kenji said.

When she flicked her gaze to him, he gave her a smile to alleviate her nerves. Sakura sighed in response and returned his smile. She also didn’t miss the fact that he was extremely hot with his dark hair in a messy style, wearing a pair of loose white trousers and a white shirt that was left unbuttoned, showing off his toned chest and six-pack abs. Not to mention the tattoo on his chest, featuring the sakura flowers and the word snow. Her eyes lingered on the tattoo as her heart began to race and her stomach fluttered deliciously. When she lifted her gaze back to his face, she noted the dark passion exuding from those beautiful mauve-gray eyes of his.