❝ want me to kiss it better? ❞
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┆in which y/n meets the esoteric boy
┆that used to doodle on her in class years
┆later at his tattoo parlor
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tendou satori x black/hispanic (fem) reader
est. 050821
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THE PAIN WAS BAD in the beginning, when the needle first poked your skin, but as time went on, it got easier to withstand.
the prickling sensation on your thigh made the entire area feel hot, your bones rattling whenever tendou ran the needle over somewhere that was close to a bone.
weirdly enough—which was almost not weird at all, considering your love of music—the music in the background almost blocked out all the pain, making the prickling feeling almost... satisfying.
it made you feel on edge, but also as if you were on cloud nine.
"is it supposed to feel like this?" you asked tendou, your eyes fluttering open to look down at him.
he looked up at your through his eyelashes, wisps of stubborn red hair hanging in his eyes despite him pulling them back. "what does it feel like?" he asked, knowing it was different for everybody; curious to know what it was like for you.
"like..." you trailed off, trying to find the words to describe the feeling you were feeling right now. "i feel jittery. but also... intoxicated?"
tendou's lips twitched and he did the little tilt of his head to the side that said 'well...'
"yeah, some people do feel anxious or sometimes even unsettled. some feel excited, like they're having an adrenaline rush; some feel nothing," he said as he continued to run the tattoo pen over your skin, getting close to your inner thigh. but then he looked up at you with a grin, his brows raised, "but nobody's told me they've felt intoxicated before."
