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Tattoo

A/N Ur fave tattoo-less virgin 🎀

The hum of the tattoo machine filled the small studio, a low, the sound of the steady vibration sent a shiver down my spine. The faint scent of antiseptic mixed with the rich aroma of ink hung in the air, adding to the anticipation thrumming through me. I sat in the plush leather chair, my heart racing as I watched Lila prepare her station. Her dark curly hair was pulled back, exposing the delicate curve of her neck, which made my stomach flip with desire.

"You sure you want to do this?" Lila asked, glancing up at me with a teasing smile that made her hazel eyes sparkle with mischief. Yet, beneath the playful facade, I sensed an edge of concern in her voice. "Yeah, I want your signature on me. Forever," I replied, trying to sound more confident than I felt. My voice wavered, betraying the mix of excitement and nerves swirling within me.

Lila's expression softened as she stepped closer, her fingers gently brushing my cheek. The warmth of her touch sent a thrill through me. "It's going to hurt, you know," she warned, her tone both playful and serious.
"I can handle it," I insisted, though the slight quiver in my voice gave away my uncertainty. She smirked, her lips curling in that way that made my heart race. "We'll see about that," she whispered. I couldn't help but think about how incredibly sexy she was, even without trying.

I watched as she carefully dipped the needle into the ink, her hands steady and sure. Lila was an artist, her tattoos renowned for their precision and beauty. This wasn't just any tattoo, though; it was her signature—her name etched into my skin, a permanent reminder of our love.

As she positioned the needle over the spot we'd chosen just below my collarbone, our eyes locked. "Ready?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Ready," I replied, my heart pounding.

The first prick of the needle was sharp, a sudden sting that made me gasp. But as Lila's hand moved, guiding the needle with expert precision, the pain transformed, in to a sort of pleasure. Every jolt of pain caused me to enjoy the process in stead of wishing it was over. I didn't want Lila to know so I tried not to moan out her name. Lila sensed something was up so she just looked up at me with a confused expression. "Still okay?" Lila asked, her eyes never leaving mine, her focus unwavering.

"Yeah," I breathed, my voice a mix of astonishment and pleasure. The sensation was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before; it hurt, but it was a good kind of hurt, grounding me in the moment and making me feel undeniably alive. The room was filled with the buzz of the tattoo machine and my uneven breathing, the atmosphere thick with tension. Lila's touch was gentle yet assertive, her concentration fierce. I watched as the lines of her name began to take shape on my skin, black ink flowing into a beautiful, cursive script that felt both intimate and powerful.

"You're doing great," Lila whispered, her voice soothing as she paused to wipe away excess ink. Each brush of her hand sent waves of warmth through me, and I felt a rush of affection for her—the woman who knew me so well, who understood that this tattoo was more than just ink. It was a promise, a testament to our bond, a declaration of love I never knew I needed.
I couldn't handle the praise so I moaned in response. I couldn't stop after that, I just laid their moaning Lila's name, feeling my needy cunt throb as she tattooed me.
When she finally finished, Lila carefully wiped away the excess ink and gently pressed a bandage over the fresh tattoo. "All done," she said, her smile warm and proud, the joy in her eyes shining brightly.

I looked down at the bandage, a strange mix of pride and vulnerability washing over me. "Please..." I whispered, my voice thick with emotion. I felt the weight of her name on me, an emblem of our connection that would always remind me of this moment.

Lila leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to the bandage as if sealing the promise etched into my skin. "Please, what honey." she murmured, her eyes sparkling with satisfaction. I reached up, cupping her face in my hands, pulling her into a deep, slow kiss. The pain from the tattoo was still there, a dull throb that made me feel connected to her in a way I hadn't expected. Our lips moved in sync, a dance of tenderness and passion that made the world around us fade away.

"Please fuck me" I murmured against her lips. "and make me fucking hurt." I whined out. "Aww, darling are you sure you want that?" She asked looking down at me. I desperately nodded as she kissed her way down my body. As she neared closer to my soaked cunt, she started to nibble at my skin. When she got to my thighs she started biting and sucking them while rubbing my clit under my panties.

I started breathlessly whining as she bit down harder, causing me to fucking bleed. That final jolt of pain was just what I need to reach my orgasm. I squirted and made a massive mess in my panties.

"Baby do you want more?" She asked, looking down at my cunt. I nodded desperately and we continued fucking for the rest of the day, afterwards my body was covered in blood and bruises that lasted for weeks

A/N ahhh I know I'm later than a whores period