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"Mr. Mysterious" - Tattoo artist! Zhongli x Fem! Barista! Reader

Modern AU: Zhongli as a Tattoo arist, reader as a café owner. Zhongli became a regular costumer and who knows what happens, when one rainy evening, he needs to hide somewhere, and he sees y/n cleaning her café...

TWs: Implied sexual content. Please, don't read if you're under 18 (even tho i know most of ya ill probably ignore it)

Zhongli was a famous tattoo artist. Many people traveled hours, just to get a piece of art on their skin by him. And of course, to get a look on him. He was beautiful. Sharp jawline, long neck, beautiful deep eyes...just a dream of many people. But the most attractive things on him were his tattoos and piercings. Snake bites, bridge, septum plus the beautiful moth neck tattoo. His arms were covered in smaller pieces, but most of them were hidden under long sleeves. Everywhere he went, he was seen with a turtle neck or a shirt and a cigarette in his lips. He was looking like the typical movie mafia boss. And maybe he was. Noone knew exactly, what he was doing, when he wasn't in his tattoo salon. 

On the other hand, you were a barista. Well, not exactly. You were an owner of a small café nearby his tattoo studio. It wasn't as well known, but atleast it wasn't as packed. People could come and just enjoy few minutes of peace and relax. You knew almost all of your regulars. Knowing their orders, when they usually come and how to read their mood. And suprisingly, Zhongli, the owner of Rex Lapis studio, was one of them. 

As the only employee there, you were almost working 24/7, but you didn't mind. It was fun. You didn't have to be stressed all the time and just do, what you liked. Currently, you were slowly cleaning the floor, while swaying your hips to the soft tunes of jazz music, while rain drops were creating their own beats on your windows and roof. All the costumers were gone and the sky was already dark. It was way past your closing time so when you heard  soft knocking. Of course, fear washed over you, paralyzing you. But when you realised, that a thief wouldn't be knocking, you sighed and turned, to see a tall figure standing in front of your glass doors, trying to hide themselves in their coat. You came closer, and when you realised, it's the hot tattooed man, you immidietally opened and let him in. Without even asking why he was there, you took his coat to hang it dry. "I am really sorry I came barging in like this. I locked my keys in my studio, so I couldn't wait there until this passes and when I saw you here, I thought, why not try it here. Thank you for letting me in." he said in a calm voice with a small smile. You returned the smile. "Anything for me lovely costumers" you said with a chuckle, before turning the music a bit down and instantly going behind the counter to prepare him a hot drink. After all, it wouldn't be good, if he became sick. "Can I put my shirt down? It's really wet." he asked with a bit of shyness in his voice. You let him, without even looking and continued preparing his usual order. It didn't take long. Being in this bussines for years, it was just natural. Your hands just going over the ingredients without a second thought, softly humming to the radio. "Here, drink this, so you won't feel so cold." you said, while putting a tray with the hot drink. Finally, you looked up and god it was a miracle you didn't faint right on the stop. There he was, with his exposed chest covered in ink, complimenting his buff arms. On one, there was a dragon, circling his arm from his wrist to his shoulder. On the other, there were flowers. And to be honest, you were suprised. You've never picked him as a flowery guy. "E-ehm." you heard him and your face turned red, realising, you were staring at him. "I-I am sorry! It's just, wow. It looks beautiful." He chuckled, turning his back to you, showing his biggest tattoo. A chinese dragon with sakura leaves around him. You couldn't help yourself. Almost dazed, you brought up your finger to his skin and slowly traced the picture. It was really, beautiful. It was a second dragon, yet both looked completely different, both original. You carefully sweped his hair to the side, revealing a strange symbol (the geo symbol) on the nape of his neck, but you didn't question it. It was the only tattoo done in colour. When finally you were satisfied with touching him, you muttered a silent apology and wanted to go back behind the counter, to clean everything. But, his hand on your wrist stopped you, and suddenly, you were met with his solid body, this time, face to face. 

"You know, if you wanted to see this earlier, you could have just asked." he said, his voiced calm and collected but the look in his eyes was different. It was like a fire was behind them. Could that be...lust? You gulped nervously, not knowing where to put your hand so you just stood there, not daring to move. He chuckled, again, placing your palm on his chest. Your other hand followed, and you slowly slid them around his neck, while he did the same around your waist. To be honest, it wasn't uncomfortable. No, not at all. Ah, how many times did you day dream about this moment happening. You didn't know much about him yet, the secrets, the mysterious cape over him was something, that attracted you to him. Almost pulled. "My my...what do we have here. Our confident, profesional barista letting a stranger into her café, letting him touch her..." he said, his voice dropping a few octaves but you could almost here the passion in it. He bit his lip, where a piercing was and oh boy, that was one of the hottest things you've ever seen. "When I first came here, I just wanted to try the caffee. And it was good. Not too strong, not too sweet...But no, the reason why I was coming back was you. Your beautiful eyes, the smile, the silky hair..." you smiled shyly, hiding your face a bit into his chest. But then he smirked. "And I am not even talking about the way the apron was hugging your waist..Or when it was too hot and you wore just a tanktop, I swear, it was hard to look into your eyes. Or the damn short skirt you liked so much to wear. Tell me, why did you dress like that. So everyone could look at you? Like a little whore? I should have done this much much earlier. To show you, who you belong to." he said with a growl, before capturing your lips in a hungry kiss. Normally, you wouldn't let anyone talk to you the way he does but god, it was so fucking hot, and you didn't know why. You let him explore your mouth with his tongue, feeling the metal studs on your lips. You couldn't help but press your breats to his cheast, moaning slightly when the metal rings on his nipples brushed against your bra. But as fast as it started, it stopped. He pulled away, you almost falling on your ass with how weak and wobbly your legs become. You were heaving a little, while he, with a smirk just sat down and drank his coffee. "Sit." he said, tapping his thigh and suprisingly, you did instantly strandle his hips with your legs. Your brain was screaming at you for following this man's orders, like it was a sure thing but your body moved on it's own. His hand sneaked it's way under your pants, reasting his rings covered fingers on your asscheek, just stroking the skin. "So, tell me a bit more about yourself." he said again with a smile, sipping on his cup, acting, like you didn't feel how hard he was thru his pants. But okay, two can play this game. You wiggled yourself a bit, to sit a bit more comfortable, earning a sharp breath from him. "Well, you know that my name's Y/n l/n and that I am xy years old. Also, it won't be suprising, that I own a caf-fé..." you jerked a bit, feeling how his other hand was slowly unbuttoning your blouse. But it didn't bother you. No, you won't lose this. "Having a café was my dream since I was a kid basically. My family wanted me to become a doctor but well. I-I am not t-them." you breathed heavily, when his lips touched your neck. "continue...what do you like, for example?" he whispered into your skin, continued with a bite. Not strong enough to break skin, but enough to make a mark. You cursed under your breath for it being on such a visible place. You raised your hand, entangling your fingers into his dark hair. "cooking, drawing-" "degradation." he wasn't asking. It was stating a fact and you blushed, averting your gaze from his. "What about getting railed around midnight, by a mysterious tattoo artist, hm?" he asked, stopping his activities. You wanted to have some snarky remark, but when you noticed his face, you stopped for a second. There was visible concern. He was asking for consent. "I can stop any moment and act, like this never happened." he continued, but for change, you pulled on his hair, making him bend his head backwards and kissing his pierced lips. "If I didn't like it, I would have stopped you already, mr. Mysterious. But enough chit chat. Let's get to the fun" and with that, you let the blouse fall from your body, followed by your bra, exposing your bare breasts to the cold air. Ah, there it was. The damn smirk again. "That was hot." he commented, before attaching his lips back to your neck. You closed your eyes, letting small sounds of pleasure escape your mouth. It was like your body was on fire. Even a light touch to your skin made you crazy. So when he bit into your your nipple, you arched your back, throwing head back with a load moan. He chuckled proudly and you growled. You won't let him have all the fun. You wrapped your fingers around his neck, squeezing it slightly, while you whispered into his ear, which, you weren't suprised, was covered in piercings. "You may be hot. Extremely hot. But I won't let you have control over me." with that you licked the shell of his ear and bit slightly, earning him slightly shivering and biting into his cheek. You chuckled, sliding from thighs on your knees, parting his. "It's my turn now." 
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Part 2?~