#bf!rhys

Rhys had been annoying you about the damn tattoo from the second you told him you got it done. Constantly trying to peek at it while it healed. Constantly trying to touch it.

Every time he’d get too close, you’d shove him away while he complained dramatically about how his own girlfriend was gatekeeping artwork from her literal tattoo artist boyfriend.

Once again, dramatic.

So by the time it finally healed he was losing his god damn mind over it. “You done torturing me yet?” Rhys asked while he manspread across the couch. You stood in front of the mirror fixing your hair.

You glanced at him innocently. Giving him those submissive eyes that had him weak in his knees instantly.

“Depends.”

Rhys narrowed his eyes, shaking his head a bit. “Darlin’…” The way he said it already had warmth spread between your thighs. Your heart thumping hard in your chest.

Fuck it. It was healed anyway. You slowly spun around, throwing your shirt right off. Exposing the tattoo running intricately down your spine. Rhysand froze. Finally taking it in.

His darkened gaze dragged over every inch of it slowly before he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. You couldn’t help but let a few giggles slip through your lips. Swaying your hips from side to side.

“Holy fuck-“

You bit back a flirty smile. Taunting your boyfriend even more so. “Dramatic much?”

“You got that on your body and thought I was gonna react normally?”

The way it left his throat, low and rough, it sent a shiver straight through you. Rhys stood immediately, walking over and towering over your frame.

His hands found your waist before slowly sliding upward, his fingertips ghosting over the tattoo gently. Goosebumps pricking over your skin. And Rhysand noticed. He always noticed.

His expression changed completely. Dark. Cocky. Hungry. “Oh, you like that.” Rhys growled through his teeth, his cock already pumping full of blood. So outstretched it could practically burst.

“I’ve spent weeks thinking about this damn tattoo.” He spoke before you could even get a word out. His hands snaked lower across your hips, massaging them roughly.

His mouth found your shoulder while his hands roamed over your entire body as if he couldn't help himself anymore. He couldn't. “You know how hard it’s been? Knowing you had this under your clothes?”

“Oh, trust me- I know.”

You felt yourself giggling more, feeling his kisses along your shoulder, your neck, your jaw. His hand squeezing along your curves harder. Pressing himself against you so you could feel exactly what you did to him.

“Cruel fuckin’ woman.”

Rhysand chuckled dangerously before instantly picking you up, repositioning you so that now you were bent over the couch. “Can’t help it. I love to see you beg”

Oh, at this point you were asking for it. He ripped your panties to the side. Taking both of his big and strong hands to jiggle your ass. Admiring the way it moved and of course, admiring that fresh new ink. “You’re gonna regret that, brat—“

He couldn’t unzip his jeans fast enough. Throwing his own t-shirt off. He wanted you. Craved you. Fucking needed you. —slap!- Rhysand's heavy palm smacked right across your ass causing you to yelp.

“Bent over with a perfect view of that ink, darlin’. God- I’m gonna fuck you all damn night.”

Those were the last respectful words that Rhysand had said because spending the rest of the evening doing anything but respectful things to you and your body.

But that tattoo? Fuck he couldn’t get enough of it. His eyes constantly kept going to it. Fucking constantly. He was obsessed with it, sure. But even more obsessed with you.

We finally got one glimpse of tattooartist!rhys heheh ofc way more to come— this ask was just too good to pass up!

As always asks and requests are open!🍒