Hello!! It’s cozy rainy anon here!! I have another Rhys request if that’s alright!
Reader gets a tattoo on her back to surprise Rhys and tries to hide it while it’s healing and he’s being a big baby about not being able to touch her and once it’s healed, she shows him and Rhys goes absolutely feral
Hope you’re doing well💜💜
Hi anon! I’ve been sitting on this for a while simply because I kept thinking of tattooartist!rhys hehe so Imma come at you with that!
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Body Art
Rhysand x Reader
Summary: After a week of hiding the new ink from your tattoo artist boyfriend, Rhys finally sees it. Instantly becoming obsessed with the new tattoo snaking down your spine.
Warnings: 18+, MDNI, SMUT, tattooartist!rhys, tattooartist!rhysand, bf!rhysand, modern au, teasing, taunting, praising, filthy language, dirty talk, groping, slapping, slight brat taming, implied PIV, roughness, rhys going crazy over our new spine tat
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!
I feel Rhys would love to fuck you in front of a mirror
Maybe reader got a new mirror and Rhys takes advantage of it and now loves to see you riding him with your back to his chest and he makes you watch everything
I absolutely love your writing💜💜
OMGOMGOMG !!!
Rhys DEFINITELY loves fucking us in front of a mirror, esp bf!rhys—
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“That’s my good girl— fuck. Look how pretty you look taking all of me-“
Rhysand’s cock was deep inside your slick cunt as you rode him while he sat on his gaming chair. Your new mirror splattered with dirty hand prints all over it while you watched yourself fuck your boyfriend.
“Yeah? You think so?” You damn near teased the male, his lips falling onto the side of your neck as he grabbed two handfuls over your breasts. “I know so- look at yourself, darlin’—“
Purring against your subtle and sensitive skin, you bounced yourself even faster on the male. Watching yourself. Watching his creamy covered length slide in and out of you.
He loved watching you lose yourself in front of the new gold detailed mirror. Slowly becoming his beautiful mess…
