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"Do we have to make appointments for tattoos? I wasn't sure, but I can come back if now's not-"
The blonde behind the counter smiled, cutting you off. "No, it's fine. Usually appointments are better but it's pretty dead right now." You nodded, regaining the confidence you had when you had walked into the tattoo parlor. You were about to speak up again but your words were cut off when a faceless voice rang out. "I think I'm gonna head home,"
"Actually we have a client with us now but I can take her if you wanna head home." The blonde behind the counter said.
The guy who had appeared, own tattoos visible, shook his head. "No it's fine. I'll do it." He said, doing a not very subtle job of checking you out. You smirked to yourself, raising an eyebrow at the guy.
"Are you sure? Because-" The blonde got caught off by his friend. "Luke. I'll do it." You watched the interaction between the two guys, laughing silently to yourself. "Okay," The blonde one, Luke, behind the counter put down the pencil he was twirling between his fingers and walked out from behind that counter, towards the door the darker haired guy had come through. "I guess I'll head home then."
After he disappeared away from your sight, you looked at his friend who was making his way over to you. "Don't worry; I'm much better at it than he is."
"I guess I don't really have a choice." You hummed, leaning back against the counter as he made his way around it. He grinned, wordlessly nodding and pulling out a sheet of paper. "You need to fill this out. And also I need to see some ID." You nodded, handing him your divers licence. This wasn't your first tattoo, you knew how it worked.
"So Y/N," The guy uttered while you filled out the form. "My names Calum by the way. I like to be on a first name basis with all my clients. Do you know what you want?"
You nodded, reaching into the back pocket of you jeans to pull out the folded piece of paper. You had written it yourself, knowing what font you wanted and had read over it a million times to make sure there were no spelling mistakes. "Dive into the dark." He read aloud.
You nodded, putting down your pen and handing him the now filled out waiver. "Does it mean anything special to you?" The guy, Calum, asked as he took the waiver from you. "I just like the way it sounds." You shrugged.
"That's fair." He nodded. "Okay, so you pay once it's done, it shouldn't take too long, and since you're all done with this," He said, putting the form aside and side stepping out from behind the counter. "You can follow me."
Doing as he said, you followed him through the parlour to the back as he asked you another question. "So do you know where you want it?" Once again, you had already thought this all out. "Yeah," You nodded as he turned to face you, slipping on a pair of gloves. "Underboob." You grinned, motioning to the area under your left boob.
A smirk appeared on Calum's face as he nodded. "Good choice." He said, motioning for you to have a seat on the chair. You knew that you'd have to take off your shirt, but you waited for further instruction.
"Are you okay with uh, taking you shirt off?" He coughed. "It's fine," You laughed, watching him as he watched you reach for the hem of your shirt, before looking back up at your face. "It's pretty warm in here but if you get cold just let me know." He said, as he turned away from you again.
"Okay," You hummed, the temperature of the room not being a problem for you. "Do I need to take my bra off as well?" You asked, voicing ringing out through the room. Calum turned around, eyebrow raised. "Well," He stated slowly. "It depends where you want it exactly." You nodded, understanding his reasoning.
"Like," You motioned under your left boob. You edged up your bra slightly, fingers running along the skin. "Right here." Calum's eyes followed your movements, nodding. "Okay," He hummed, turning away from you once again before sitting himself down on a stool next to the bench that you were on.
You watched him as he wiped your skin, his eyes focusing on what he was doing. One of your hands was holding up the edge of your bra, just a bit of underboob was coming out from underneath. You mentally laughed at yourself for your luck; when you finally decide to go through with getting another tattoo, one under your boob, it just has to be the hot one giving you the new ink.
Still, you took in a breath and looked away, trying not to think about the large hands of the hot brunette that were lightly brushing over your underboob. You held your breath when you heard the buzz of the tattoo needle, wincing at the quick pain of when the needle connected with your skin. Letting out a breath as you slowly got used to the feeling.
By the time the tattoo was more than halfway done, you'd be lying if you weren't kind of turned on. Yes, there was the pain of the needle, but eventually you get used to it. The tattoo artist, Calum, his hands would brush up against your breast everyone once and a while. Even covered in gloves, the touch sent chills down your spine.
It started out small, light brushes and subtle touches. But after a bit, his hand was full on resting on your boob. Maybe he thought he was being subtle, who knows. You'd be lying if you said that you weren't slightly turned on, except for the pain and all that. He was pretty, really pretty. You really wanted to run your hands through his hair, it looked so damn soft.
Quickly shaking the thoughts out of your mind, you cleared your throat. "How's it coming alone?" You asked, noticing the artist, Calum, slightly jump. "Hm? Yeah, I'm almost done actually." He must've been lost in thought, because when he looked up to meet your gaze he looked kind of lost.
"I just need to..." He trailed off, pushing up slightly at your already raised bra. Nodding, you lifted up your bra a bit more until you almost half of under boob showing. The room growing quiet again, you couldn't help but squirm slightly in your seat as the tension in the room grew.
You saw him pause, eyes flicking up to yours and tentatively raising his gloved hand. You watched him, confused before he slowly lowered his hand so that it was cupping the underboob peeking out from under your bra. Biting your lip, you held a breath as he went back to press the needle against you skin.
A few minutes later, Calum sat back in his seat and looked at the tattoo. Not saying anything, he observed it before going back to it. "Done." He muttered, leaning back and taking off his gloves. He handed you a small mirror, so that you would be able to see the tattoo. Observing it, you smiled. You loved it.
"Do you like it?" He asked, going to wash his hands before returning to his chair next to you with the protective plastic wrap. "It's amazing, I love it." You smiled up at him, admiring the tattoo. He wordlessly wrapped the plastic wrap around your skin, securing it.
You sat up straight in the chair, once again remaining silent at your new closeness. Jesus, you had never been so just simply attracted to someone, you wanted to pull him down on top of you. You looked up to meet his gaze, eyes catching his as he stared back down at you. The tension was so thick, and not to sound cliché, but you could cut it with a knife.
Calum quickly glanced away, before looking back down at you. "Y/N," He paused, before speaking up again. "This is going to sound extremely unprofessional, but it's been all I've been thinking about." You waited, curious as to what he was going to say. "You have amazing tits."
You bit your lip, holding in a laugh. "Sorry," Calum laughed, "Like I said before, it's just," He paused, inhaling sharply. "All I've been thinking about." You sent him a smile, eyes boring into his. "Well if we're all confessing things, I've kinda wanted to pull you down on top of me this entire time."
Calum raised an eyebrow, smirk present on his lips. "Really? And," He trailed off, hand moving up to push some of you hair out of your face. "And what would happen after that?"
"Well," You grinned, "I've kinda been imagining how yours lips would feel against mine; against my skin." You felt Calum's nose brush your neck, lips pecking at your skin. His lips latched onto the skin of your neck, teeth nipping at your skin. "And then you'd grab at my boobs." You whispered, head tilting to the side as his lips kissed at your neck.
The hand that was on the side of your face slide down, going all the way to your boob. His hand rested there for a half a second, before sliding further down and up your already raised shirt. The tattoo was on the other side, so he slid his hand up your skin and gave your boob a squeeze.
Calum pulled your shirt off, lifting it over your head with his other hand. He connected his lips to yours, your mouth immediately parting as he sank into you. He had moved over top of you, fully this time. He had a leg on either side of you on the tattoo chair, and you found yourself surprised that there was enough room for the both of you. He reached back, unhooking your bra and making sure not to rub against your newly tattooed skin.
"Fuck," He muttered, eyeing your exposed chest. "I was right. Amazing." One of his hands moved up, roughly massaging one of your boobs as the other held himself up over top of you. You groaned into his mouth, pressing yourself up against him. Your hands moved to the hem of his own shirt, edging it up before Calum lifted it over his head, throwing it to the side. Your hands traced down his chest, following his happy trail under the waist of his jeans.
His hips bucked against yours, a small breath leaving his parted lips. He grabbed one of your hands, stopping any further movement. ""Don't worry about me; I'll take care of you babygirl." His lips were back on yours, hand leaving your boob and going to pull off your shorts. Popping open the button, he pushed them down your legs and you kicked them off.
Calum didn't do anything at first, lips moving against yours. It was distracting you from the fact that one of his hands was moving down your leg, and then slipping up your thigh. Suddenly, you felt his finger pressing up against your undies covered core.
"Fuck," You whimpered, pressing your hips up, craving more friction. He pushed your underwear out of the way, a single finger pressed against your clit, moving it in small circles. You felt yourself getting worked up, small moans tumbling out of your mouth as his finger worked on you. He suddenly stopped, a loud whine leaving your lips at the loss of contact. "What's wrong babygirl?" He teased, eyes shining.
"I want you so bad," You breathed out, hands moving back to his jeans. "One sec," He said, voice strained. He moved off of you, pulling down his own jeans and pulling out his wallet; where he pulled out a condom.
You sat up, watching him. "C'mere." You smirked, nodding him over. He shuffled over until he was standing directly in front of you. You pulled down his briefs, giving his cock a few times before opening the condom packaging and rolling it on.
Calum groaned, moving back over top of you on the chair. He pulled down your underwear; pressing his lips down on yours as he pushed himself in. "Fuck," He muttered, almost inaudible as he squeezed his eyes shut and bit down on his bottom lip. "Are you good?" He whispered after a few seconds. You gave him a nod, starting to get used to the feeling. As soon as he moved in you, he ignited a new wave of pleasure inside of you, making your arch your back in want of more. One of his hands gripped at your thigh as he guided your leg to wrap it around him, making the both of your groan out as he hit a deeper angle.
He kept a steady pace, small breaths mixed with your name and curses leaving his lips, He bowed his head down to suck on your skin, making your eyes flutter shut at the feeling. You ended up wrapping your other leg around his; loving the feeling it was giving you as he hit a new angle inside of you. He sure as hell knew what he was doing.
Calum picked up the speed, his thrusts getting faster and deeper. "You feel so good." He whimpered, teeth digging into your skin. "Fuck," He muttered as you clenched around him, as the feeling of pleasure in the pit of your stomach increased.
A loud moan left your lips when you felt the pad of his finger brush up against your clit once more, his hand making his way between your bodies. "More Calum, fuck I need more." You whimpered, biting your lip so hard your thought it might bleed. "I wanna hear you, babygirl." He said, voice cracking. "You feel so damn good." He grunted as you clenched around him once more.
You could feel yourself getting closer. The pressure was building up; as Calum made sure that you would unravel before you did. You tightened the grip of your legs around him, arching your back as you felt yourself lose control. You're nails dug into the skin of his back, leaving crescent shaped marks.
You released around him, breathing heavy as Calum's name tumbled from your lips. You moaned loudly, eyes squeezed shut as your felt your legs trembling. It was like you lost all control over your body.
As you felt yourself slowly come down from your high, Calum's thrust got slower, almost sloppy as he neared his own orgasm. His mouth was at your neck, and you felt his teeth bit down into your skin as he came into the condom. "Y/N," He moaned loud as well, riding out his high. He let out a breath as he came down from his high, pressing small kisses along your skin.
Pulling out, Calum discarded of the condom and still held your body against his. You couldn't help the small giggle that left your lips once the both of you had calmed down, lying pressed against each other for a few minutes. "Well I've never done that before." You whispered. "Well," Calum paused, shifting on the small tattoo chair so that he was spooning you.
"I guess sometimes you just have to dive into the dark."
