storyteller // one•shots

my bad luv pt. one / bear.

"now, darling. if you just stay still this won't hurt." the tattooed boy spoke.

"piercings are fun. you shouldn't be so worried." he soothed, patting your shoulder. you had been wanting a lip piercing for some time now— it was your first off day in a month, so you decided to take this day to have some fun. you deserved it, right?

"you've pierced multiple places on my ear before, matt." you said, rolling your eyes. he scoffed.

"a lip piercing is different, [y/n]." he says, scrounging around to find the mouthwash. he strolls away from the drawers with a small paper cup with mouthwash in it. he turns to you and hands you the cup.

"rise this back and forth in your mouth," you take the cup and start doing so. "will your job let you have this?" he pulled his gloves down further into his wrist and picked up his needle.

you spit the now bubbly mouthwash back into the cup and wipe your mouth off. "yeah, i already asked them." you replied, sitting up straight on the leather seat.

"good. i'm going to count to three. once i get to three, take a big deep breathe for me, okay?" he says, coming closer to your face with a sanitization wipe. he wipes the spot you want clean and pulls out a marker. he marks the spot of your piercing and makes sure it's right.

"you're wanting it on the left side, right?" he says, wiggling the marker between his fingers.

"right." you respond.

"so, on the right?" he asks, confused.

"no," you giggle. "i MEANT you're right. the left, please."

"ohh," he rolls his eyes. "i'm dumb, you can't confuse me like that." he says, closing the cap back on the marker.

"if you were dumb, you wouldn't have this job, now would you?" you say, raising an eyebrow.

"fair enough," he mumbles. he picks up the needle and holds it tight. "ready?"

"whenever you are." you say, holding on a little tighter to the leather on the seat.

"alright, one." he says as you close your eyes.

"two," you take a big breath in and tap the leather seat.

"three." he says, you breathe out and he pushes the needle through. you open your eyes and look confused.

"is something wrong?" he asks, panicking.

"no, no. it just didn't hurt that much." you say, shaking your head.

"well good, stay still. the jewellery has to go in now." he informs you. you go back to sitting still as he picks up a small metal, pin looking, lip ring. he pushes it through the hole in the needle, keeping it as sterile as possible. he picks up a small flat back, and tightens it on behind the ring. he lets go of your lip, letting you wiggle it around for a bit.

"i want you to wash your mouth out again," he says handing you another cup with mouthwash in it.

"this is how you'll be cleaning your lip for six, or maybe four, weeks." you take the cup and splash the mouthwash around in your mouth.

"understood. then i can change it to the ring i want? " you asked spitting the mouthwash back into the cup.

"sure can." matt says cleaning up the area. you get up from the seat and stretch. you pull the money from your pocket to pay. you walk over to him and tap his shoulder.

"here, fuckface." you say, hugging his torso and handing him the money. he takes it and sits it on the countertop, wrapping his arms around your shoulder.

"thank you angel." he says, holding you tight. you get a little too comfortable, and he slides his arm down to your waist. his hand travels down to your ass and he squeezes it. you arch your back and he gets a better grip.

"you're welcome." you say, kissing his cheek. he lets go of you, and you turn to walk out.

"come back later tonight, okay? it's a little rude to leave me with a hard dick like that." he laughs. you nod and begin to walk out of the room. as you reach the door, you turn around to wave only to notice he was staring at you the whole time.

"bye, bear." you say, snapping him back to reality. he shook his head as a faint red hue dusted across it.

"my bad, love. see you tonight." he says with a grin. you wink and push the door open, walking out to your car.