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Tamsy could probably get off on the just fact that you trust him with your body. You dont even have to physically be there for it to happen. Just the thought alone gets him hard.
He can think back to all the times where you have allowed him to do whatever he wants with you. Every hand on your back or waist to move you. Every time heâs grabbed your hand to lead you. The way you listen to what he tells you what to do. How you will lay yourself completely bare in front of him.
Itâs addicting, having a mutual control over you. Itâs something that neither of you talked about, but itâs so very obvious in the way you both act.
He adores that you trust him that much and 100% gets off on the thought of it.
(I wanted to write so much more for this but i wanted it to be a blurb. I might write a longer version later)
You are SHOCKED when you see August stand up to his full height for the first time.
Thinking back on it, you only ever saw him when he was sitting down and hunched over his work. Hell, even when he was taking your measurements he was still sitting, moving around in his rolling chair. You never really thought much of it until right now as he loomed over you in the garage.
Just a few minutes ago he had called you, saying that Eishia mentioned you needing more art supplies and how he also needed some for his own work before inviting you to go with him. The two of you had never hung out like that, but now was a good time to get to know each other so you quickly agreed. He said that he was headed to the garage and to meet him there.
When you got there, he was leaned against a motorcycle with him arms crossed, lost in thought. Though, he quickly jumped back to reality when he saw you.
âHey!â He yelled, waving a hand above his head, âyou ready?!â He stood up once you were in front of him. That was when you realized.
He was tall.
Like, craning your neck up tall. He was also broader than you too. It threw you off for a second. If he could see that the size difference turned you on then he didnt mention it. Instead, just helping you onto the bike before he followed suit and took off.
It was all you noticed the entire trip. The way his back took up your entire view as he drove there. The way he helped you reach things that were on high shelves. How he casually rested his arm on your shoulder.
Yeah, it was really effecting you.
Maybe he noticed and that was the reason he was doing so much to keep it noticeable. Maybe he also noticed the size difference and enjoyed it just as much as you. But you wouldnât know for sure
Enjin making Rudo guess his age and getting his feelings hurt. He would instantly go to you and flop down on top of your with his face smushed between your thighs. Its such a normal occurrence that you dont even question it. Its okay when the three teens come in, Zanka and Riyo laughing their asses off while Rudo tries to half hearted apologize to Enjin, that you ask questions.
âRudo thought Enjin was 46.â Riyo some how manages to say through her laughs. That information makes you laugh a bit too, earning a hard bite to your thigh.
âOw! The fuck, Enjin!â You yell while yanking at his hair to make him look at you. The bite is so obvious and will leave a mark. He just glares before sitting up and turning to Rudo.
âHow old do you think (y/n) is?â
âLike 34?â That was like a stab through the heart considering you were younger than Enjin. The three burst into even more laughter at the look on your face. âWhat? I guessed younger like you told me to!â That was another stab to the heart.
âNot so funny now, huh?â You just elbowed Enjin in the side when he tried to wrap an arm around his shoulder with that stupid smug, teasing look. Your glare told him everything he needed to know. Aka, he wasnt getting any kisses or affection in any way for a week.
Enjin will stare hard at you while you dance at the club. You were with Semiu and Tomme, being at the upper limit of your alcoholic tolerance from all the drinks that people kept buying the three of you, dancing your little heart out with the biggest drunk smile that lit up your entire face.
Enjin sat off to the side with some of the guys. They were all chatting about something that he didnât care about. His eyes were glued to you. The way your hips swayed and circled around so effortlessly was doing something to him. That paired with how your hands wondered your body, doing exactly what he wanted to do, feeling exactly where he wanted to feel. Yeah, he was a goner.
He downed the rest of his drink before walking over to you. Now, Enjin hadnât planned on dancing with you. Not one bit. Quite the opposite, in fact.
BUT
When you turned towards him as he walked up and your entire face lit up before calling out his name in a way that made his chest ache, he knew he was fucked. That was the exact moment that he found out he would do legit anything you asked him to if you smiled that sweetly at him.
You basically threw yourself onto him, arms around his neck as your entire front pressed against him. He was quick to catch you by placing his hands on your hips. The smell of alcohol mixed with your perfume and natural scent. It was intoxicating. You were giggling while continuing to dance, still swaying your hips, as you were pressed against him.
âYou came to dance with me!â Your eyes were half lidded as a goofy grin covered your face. While the original plan was to just whisk you away right then and there, he was always one to dance - especially if it was you he was dancing with. So you both did. His hands stayed on you, wondering across your body as you moved around. At some point you found your back pressed to his chest. Your hands were in his hair, scratching at his scalp, while his tightly gripped your hips. He kept pressing your ass to his dick, using âdancingâ as an excuse to get that little bit of friction he so desperately wanted. It was only when you started to do body rolls, pressing your ass further back against him all on your own, that he realized just how thin his patience had grown.
The thread snapped when you leaned forwards before shaking your ass right in front of him. Honestly, it might as well have been your fault at this point. He couldnât help the fact that you were teasing him this much. One of his hands reached up to grab the back of your neck to pull you up so he could whisper into your ear.
âFuck, babe. What are you tryin to do here?â The way you blinked up at him, eyebrows slightly knit together and a pout on your pretty lips, had him realize you were just as needy as he was. For a single second he was breathless, but he was quick to snap back to reality. His other hand drifted up from your hip to your chest, making sure you felt every movement along the way. âDoes my pretty baby need me?"
âEnjin.â You whimpered, gently shoving his hand away. âNot here. Donât want people to see.â Both your and his words were slurred at this point and it was undeniable that you both were beyond drunk. He puts his hand back on your hip, moving the one that was around your neck to cup your jaw, forcing you to stare at him
âLetâs go back home. Iâll make you feel real good.â You nod and before you can even process it, heâs scooped you up with one arm.
âW-wait, Iâm too heavy to-"
âYouâre literally a feather. Donât forget what I do for a living. I can easily lift and manhandle you for hours without even breaking a sweat.â The thought alone has you squirming. With that, you both leave without telling anyone. Though, you didnât have to. They all knew how the night was gonna end before it even began.
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I was reading through my old notes on my phone because im waiting to pick someone up and there is no wifi here and a really old one reads âAll my achievements have been dulled because i felt like the best was the only spot i was allowed to get. It isnt an achievement if i had always thought of it as the bare minimumâ
Gee, no wonder i love Zanka so much. This has been how ive viewed myself and my achievements for so long. As if things only mattered if they went wrong and not caring to celebrate when they go right because i expected myself to be perfect.
And the worst part? Its all self imposed too. No one other than myself has told me to feel this way
Tamsy who is so possessive and obsessive and just SO toxic. You keep trying your best to escape him and keep yourself together in the process. Finally, you get rescued from where he held you captive and he is just so mad and in a moment of pure anger and heart break he yells,
âI could have given you everything!â And you just look at him for a second before saying
âI dont want everything if it means being with you.â Hoping that he will somehow finally understand. Something in him just shatters at those words paired with the look on your face. He gives up and all thats left is a horrible ache in his chest
getting hastily shoved into enjins backseat, just for him to messily cup your face, pin his weight down onto you on the cushioned leather seats and sloppily tell you how long he's been waiting/wanting to do this to you since you've joined the cleaners.
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I hate it when keyboard shortcuts are 1- different across platforms and 2- so fucking far apart when you need to press two buttons.
I have to click âĽI in order to use the fill bucket on Storyboard Pro. Why tf did they do that?? My hand does not comfortably reach both of those keys at the same time
I think Enjin likes a specific kind of high maintenance woman. Like, you canât involve or inconvenience him with it. He doesnât want you to be too emotionally hard to understand and he canât stand it if you get too clingy all the time.
BUT
He adores how put together you always are. Your nails, hair, and makeup are always so pretty and your outfits are always so aesthetic. He thinks itâs cool how you taught yourself how to do everything. Like, in your free time you chat with August while designing and putting on your own nails and he makes cool outfits to match them for you. You will have a girls night once a month with everyone as Riyo helps you do your hair. Hell, you would even help some of the younger kids (plus Rudo because lets be real, he stinks) learn about personal hygiene.
Enjin will take FULL advantage of the spa days you make for yourself. His ass does not take care of himself in the same way you do. After all, the most expensive things that you consistently buy would be beauty products like bath/shower bombs, scrubs, beautifully scented oils, ect. You usually end up going with Tamsy when you need new products because he smells the best out of all the Cleaners so obviously he knows what heâs doing when he buys that kind of stuff (though, itâs confusing how you never seem to smell as good as him).
Enjin loves bragging about how cool and pretty you are because of all the things you do for yourself and the thing he loves most was the fact that it never was something he needed to participate in. You did it all by yourself. When yall went on dates, you were always on time. When it came to the end of the night, you would cut your nightly routine down in order to have more time with him. You would even wake up early to make sure you were on time for missions. He didnât need to sit with you while you did your hair and nails for the month, and even if he wanted to, he wasnât allowed. That time was for the girls plus August. And to top everything off, these things you did only served to make your connection with all the other Cleaners stronger, something he always loved to see.
Yeah, that was the kind of hight maintenance he loves because it only benefits him.
If you have long hair and ask how he avoids accidentally laying on his and pulling it, he will look you straight in the eyes and say he doesnât have that issue when he knows damn well that it happened literally last night.
You ask him how he smells so good, he says itâs natural when itâs, in fact, multiple high end products.
He will lie through his teeth about how he woke up late and looked a âmessâ when he knows damn well he woke up with enough to shower, do his hair, eat, AND relax a bit before this mission.
If youâre desperately searching for something of yours that he knows he has, he will let you search. If you ask him if heâs seen it, he will smile and say that he hasnât.
AND if you ever catch on and realize that heâs lying directly to your face, he will pull out all the tricks in the book and gaslight the hell out of you. To top it all off, if the argument is over him taking something of yours, he will use Tokushin and put it somewhere super obvious in a place you frequent often. Mf will sometimes even put it behind you during the argument and cut you off like âisn't it right behind you?â just to make you feel extra stupid.
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I almost completely lose an entire year of work three weeks from when the project is gonna be finished because something corrupted and all the files I had on my computer lost all the drawings. Thank god they all just randomly showed up again but I lost a few days of work.
⌠cw... fem!tattoo artist!reader x enjin, modern au, pain kink/masochist!enjin, hand jobs, possessiveness, cum swallowing, praise, teasing, enjin is a bit of a pathetic whiny bitch in this, and he cums kinda early. yet again not beta read bc im a loser so pardon the grammar and misspellings love u !!
⌠note... ok ok listen im a whore for his tattoos and after some deep thinking i believe he would. lowkey think it's a form of marking that is very very intimate if it was by his tattoo artist he has a bit of a crush on...so i got a lil carried away. anyways dont jerk off ur clients when ur in the middle of giving them a tattoo and dont get jerked off by your artist in the middle of your tattoo. or do. idk fuck it we ball
"s-shit, baby, waitâ"
"shh, okay, okay, you're good, jin, you're doing so good. you need a break? some water?"
if anyone else were in your studio, they'd be thinking you and your client were doing something other than a tattoo session. but no, you were doing your job just fine, it's enjin who was struggling.
the way you've been talking to him, touching him, handling him, it's been doing something to him he wasn't expecting. the praise and soft shushes you give him when a certain area was really sensitive and hurt just a bit made the sessions harder, and, well...him harder too.
but now, for some damn reason, after his bigger piece healed enough, he was back in your chair, this time getting his abdomen piece done. and he was in absolute hell.
but you? oh, you were in artist heaven. a few days ago when he came in for you to see his healing progress and to discuss the next tattoo, he pulled his shirt off to show how nicely it healed and that the red stayed vibrant, and you were absolutely over the moon.
you couldn't help yourself, running your hands all over his back, his arms, his chest as you marveled at how great it looked on his skin. truly in awe, you mumbled that he really was your favorite client and couldn't believe he had you, of all people, do this piece for him.
"i'm jealous of whoever gets to get this to themselves at night...too bad though, because no matter what, i got to mark you up permanently, right?"
that single comment haunted him up until this very day... because, shit, yeah, you did mark him up, didn't you? he didn't ever plan to get tatted by anyone else except you; your work is absolutely beautiful, and he gets to be in your company for hours. damn, that did something to him, because now every time he looks at his tattoos, he thinks of you.
he's ashamed at how many times he spilled himself into his hand that night with a muffled moan of your name.
"you with me, blondie? want me to keep going?"
it took him a moment to realize he got lost in his thoughts for a bit, his breathing finally under control. he nodded rapidly, tongue swiping over his bottom lip as he runs a hand through his hair.
"y...yeah," he's out of breath, he doesn't even know why, "just...was a lot for a second. you're all good now, 'm usually not this sensitive."
"mm, you sure?"
your hand ran over his side, a gesture meant to soothe him, but it just makes him suck in a breath, his head tipping back on the chair. you're mesmerized, a soft smile on your face as you watched his abs move and ripple under your touch, biting your tongue as you watch the conflict flicker across his face.
he's so cute.
your eyes dip down and you see it, the heavy outline of his dick filled out against his leg in his sweats. as if sensing you looking at it, it gives a cute little jump under the fabric as if saying "look at me, hi, hey, look at me!"
he's so, so cute.
you gave a little shrug, drifting back down to where you paused tattooing. "if you say so, big guy. let's get back to it, and don't forget..." the way your eyes seemed to practically glow as you leaned in close, adjusting your grip on the tattoo gun feels dangerous, looking up at him through your lashes. "you can tap out for a break, 'm not mean, jin. i don't wanna break you yet."
it's embarrassing how he whined when the tip of your tattoo gun touches his skin again, barely covered by the hum of the machine. each movement of your hand was purposeful, the lines clean, steady, perfect.
as you traced over the outline of the stencil transfer, your thumb on your free hand traced slow, unconscious circles on his side. the tiny gesture meant to be soothing was dangerous, intimate, and infuriatingly arousing.
enjin was so fucking relieved you were currently focused on what you were doing, and not on his face. he didn't need you to see his eyes flutter shut, the faint pink tinge on his cheeks and ears, the way his teeth dug into his bottom lip. if you could, you'd be teasing the hell out of him, looking so disheveled over a simple tattoo.
but none of that fucking mattered when his dick was right in your face trying to say hello.
"easy, big guy," you purred, god, you sound so good when you talk to him in that low, calm voice when you really get into the zone and, shit, are you talking to him or his dick right now, he's so screwed, backing off a moment to wipe off the bit of ink and blood on his skin. "you keep that grip up on my chair, and you'll rip the armrest off."
embarrassed, he lightened up his grip, not realizing he was digging his nails into it. "sorry, doll, getting lost in thought," he muttered, sighing deeply to try and get his shit together. no, seriously. he needed to get his shit together, you were only on the outline and he was already dying.
"mhm? some thoughts those must be."
it's back to silence, a few deep breaths and he feltâŚbetter, calmer. the music in the background helped distract him more, fingers tapping against the armrest of you continued to work in smooth movements, getting back into the zone once you felt him relax back into the chair.
you adjusted your hands once you got to the smaller circles, bracing the free one right on his hip to stabilize yourself better. your hand is so soft, so warmâno, so hot, burning against his skin, unless it was just him? fuck, he couldn't tell, all he knows is you were burning him in the best way possible with your hands.
as you worked, you could feel how his body twitched under his touch, giving a teasing little squeeze as you worked the needle around the curves of the design. you were so focused on the ink and how the black pigment settled into his skin, eyes sharp with intense concentration. but your mind was absolutely swimming with messy, perverted thoughtsâŚnone that you were ashamed of either.
you knew what kind of client enjin was. you knew how he usually took ink, and this?
this was different.
this wasn't your usual, talkative, loudly laughing, fake-crying client who couldn't get enough of freaking you out when he fake gasped to make you think you messed up.
no, he was quiet.
so, so quiet.
and the clear visual of his dick print in his sweatpants gave away why he was quiet, sure, but seeing the actual behavioral change, the fact that you could practically smell his arousal mixing with that intoxicating combination of his cologne and the cigarette he had before he sat in your chair was making your head swim.
so who can blame you when you get a chance like this to tease the guy who usually does the teasing and poking? of course you're gonna take full advantage of it.
and he noticed.
you were taking your sweet time, humming to the song playing on the speakers as you continued moving the needle with that practiced precision and overwhelming confidence, eyes taking note of every little reaction he gave with each pass of the machine.
when you began outlining one of the bottom two circles of the design that was more on his pelvis than stomach, you couldn't stop yourself from cooing at the small, choked moan that escaped him, your eyes immediately darting to his face as you lifted the tattoo gun from his skin.
"mm? yeah? right there? sensitive, isn't it?"
that tone in your voice, that teasing, cooing toneâŚ
the shift in the air is palpable, the semi-professional, playful atmosphere has completely evaporated, now replaced by something heavy, thick, and hot.
your eyes flicker to the spot you just touched with your tattoo gun, humming with a tilt of your head before shutting it off and setting it to the side.
"enjin, as your favorite artist, you're getting a mandated break."
picking up the gauze again, you wiped the area you just worked on, touch lingering longer than it needed to be, and much firmer against the sensitive skin, causing him to groan, his hips lifting off the chair just a little bit.
"you're cruel, boo," he hissed, looking at you with hungry, lidded eyes. "so, so fucking cruel."
when you giggle, he has to bite back another noise, the sound shooting right to his dick. this must be some kind of test, some test of willpower. did one of his friends put you up to this? some bet of 'hey, let's see how long it takes for enjin to finally pop a stiffy when getting tattooed by his super hot artist friend'?
"i'm the cruel one? really? when you're the one that's hard as fuck right in front of my face?" your gloved hand grips him through his sweatpants, and he swears he's died and gone to heaven, a stuttered 'oh my god' rushing out of him. you're actually touching him, yeah, through clothes, but fuck, you're touching him.
his attention is dragged back to you when you click your tongue, tilting your head in that infuriatingly cute manner. "how am I supposed to focus, huh? literally your dick is throbbing in my face while i'm touching you, jin."
with a laugh, you start slipping off your gloves, eyes trailing all over his body, all over the black and red ink swirling across his skin, your work, your mark, before falling back to between his legs.
"you gonna be good for me, right, enjin?" you don't look at him, gloves in the trash before you pushed away your rolling cart with your tools on it, giving yourself space to move closer.
he didn't expect you to start tugging his sweats and boxers down, commanding him to lift his hips a bit with a little 'c'mon, hon, up,' before pulling them down enough for his cock to pop right out, tip already sticky and wet from pre-cum.
"oh, jinâŚ" that soft, cooing tone only makes the whole thing worse, a thick spurt shooting out of his tip and all he could do was groan in embarrassment. "s-stop talking to me like thaâaaah, fuck meeeâŚ"
you couldn't help yourself, hand wrapping around his impressive length and giving a little squeeze around the base. nice and thick, heavy in your hand too, with the prettiest happy trail that ended where his waistband was. sweet thing, shaved a bit of the top off for you to have easier access to smooth skin for his ink.
using your other hand, you trailed little circles into his tip, absolutely in awe at how hard he was, the head was flushed an angry red and he just wouldn't stop spilling pre all down his shaft.
"jin, you should've said something," you murmured, pout on your lips as you wrap around hands around his cock and start pumping slowly, using the precum to ease the glide. "didn't know you were this hard, we could've taken a break, it looks like it hurtsâŚ"
each stroke you give him is slick, you palm dragging over his length sinfully. he chokes on your name, bucking up into your hand when your thumb brushes over his tip to spread more of his precum.
"f-fuck, baby, you're k-killing meâ" "shh, jin, keep your hips down for me, baby, jus' like that, i got you."
just hearing you say that nearly makes him black out, one of his arms thrown over his eyes while the other grips the arm rest for dear life, uncaring of how the fabric squeaks under his digits.
you talk so sweet, but you're mean, so fucking mean to him with how you grip him tight in your hands before pausing to drag your thumb right over the underside of his cock head.
he tries to keep his hips still, he really does, but that's just cruel. a noise that sounds like a mix of a choked groan and a whimper pours out of him as his hips spasm upward, desperately chasing the pleasure your insanely hot and insanely soft hands are giving him.
but he's immediately jolted back into reality when one of your hands drags down the sensitive skin on his side, nails scratching him and leaving behind pretty, red lines that you know he's going to be staring at in the mirror for hours later.
"down, 'jin, don't make me say it again, be good for me, before i make you sit like this while i finish your fucking tattoo," you hiss, and he knows you're serious, he knows you'll do it.
"y-yeah, yes ma'am, sorry, i got it, fuck, 'm sorry," he moans, voice guttural and strained as he moves his arm to watch how you touch him, eyes fluttering from the sheer pleasure you're giving him.
the wet schlick, schlick, schlick of your hands only serves to make the burning heat between your thighs grow stronger, because he's this wet just from his own precum. it's so nasty, so pathetic of your usually cocky client, but it only makes you wetter to realize he's like this because of you.
"all worked up like this from me putting my mark on youâŚyou're so cute, enjin," you sigh dreamily, hand around his dick speeding up.
you want to see him fall apart, want to see him break for you, knowing that he trusts you enough to do his tattoos, to create permanent art on his body, to use him as your own personal canvasâŚand knowing he trusts you enough to touch him like this.
it's something you could get high off.
he's twitching in your hand, and you bite your lip every time you see him hold back, doing his best to keep his hips still just like you asked, like he's trying to be good for you.
"s-shit, i can't, fuck, 'm gonna cum too fucking fast," he whimpers, head falling back onto the chair, "you're hands are t'soft, doll, christ, please, gonna make me cumâ!"
he's so gone for you, it's absolutely adorable.
with a soothing shush, you only speed up your hand, the one on his side sliding down to swirl circles into his tip with your thumb, loving the way he nearly screams your name from the onslaught of pleasure.
"mhmm? you're so pretty like this, jinâŚc'mon, make a mess for me, lemme see how much you like when i mark you up with my art. cum for me, enjin."
but right as he's about to cum, make a mess of your hand and himself, your brain realizes something once your eyes latch onto the sight of his abs flexing as he starts babbling your nameâŚyou can't let him cum like this, or else he's gonna get cum all over his fucking raw, unfinished tattoo.
you move so fast he barely can process anything except the wet, hotness around the tip of his dick, before blinking to realize you've popped the tip inside your mouth.
"o-oh, shitâ"
his hands are in your hair, pushing you down half way on his cock, moaning pathetically into the air when he feels you choke, throat spasming around the unexpected intrusion as he finally, finally spills himself inside your warm mouth. he pumps out hot, thick ropes as those choked groans continue with each pulse
"thank you, thank you, thank you, oh my god, you're s'fucking good to me, babyyyâ"
after the last throb of his cock, he falls limp, a heavy breath leaving the poor guy as he tries to regain his senses. you actually might've made him get a glimpse of what heaven was like, and he doesn't know how he's supposed to continue living on this mortal plane .
he's absolutely fucked.
when you pull off him after a little struggle to swallow the cum that flooded your mouth, you immediately cough, taking a second to recover. you knew he'd probably push you down a bit, but fuck, he's thicker than you realized.
"g-god, jin, you almost killed me with that thing, be careful," you joke, wiping at your mouth as you look up at him, expecting him to still be a little fucked out and regaining this thoughts.
but he's sitting up, eyes wide as he stares at you.
"i'm okay, don't worry, just wasn't expectingâ"
"you swallowed it."
"âŚhuh?"
his hand grips your wrist tightly, pulling you closer until you both are practically sharing the same air.
"open your mouth."
you don't even get a chance to pull open it before he's doing it for you by shoving his fingers in your mouth, other hand tugging on your tongue as he literally inspects your mouth, uncaring of how your drool is coating his fingers, starting to drip down his wrist. he snaps out of it when you whine, eyes a bit glassy as you look at him with pinched brows.
now you're the one who's flustered and fuzzy brained.
"holy fuckâŚyou swallowed my cum, all of it, just like that? shit, baby girl, c'mere."
he's pulling you into a deep kiss, not hesitating to take advantage of your stunned state to slip his tongue inside, wet little smacks from each time he pulls away just to dive right back in.
the taste of you is sinful, the faint sweetness of your bubblegum you threw out still lingering, and he can taste the saltiness of his cum still lingering in your mouth.
pulling away just enough to breathe, he's staring deep into your eyes, that pathetic, neediness gone and replaced by a deep, burning hunger, mouth curling into a sadistic little snarl.
"either you wrap up this tattoo for me, or we're gonna see how fast i can get an infected tattoo by fucking you on this damn chair."
you swallow thickly with a nod, reaching for your materials so he doesn't fuck up your hard workâŚwell, what little of it there is since you didn't even get halfway throughâŚbut you can feel his stare burning into you, silently waiting for the second you finish to get his hands on you.
he's gonna eat you alive.
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